SoD- I should really stop coming up with new story ideas... I don't own Harry Potter. By the way if anyone is waiting for Sera's stories sorry for the delay... some chapters are up now.

Chapter 1 James Black

Harry POV

I have no idea what I was thinking when I let the Weasley twins make me a fake muggle ID, or when I agreed I'd go to a muggle bar with them. Maybe I was thinking it would be fun to forget about Voldemort for a night.

On June 13th the twins randomly showed up at the Dursley's doorstep, pissed of my uncle in less than a minute, and asked me if I wanted to go drinking with them at some bar in America. When I pointed out that the legal drinking age was twenty-one and I was only sixteen George pulled out a fake ID and I agreed.

Voldemort POV

It wasn't the first time the idiots that call themselves my followers drove me to drink. It was the first time they had driven me to drink over seas though. It seemed whatever bar I went to they would find me, so I did the logical thing and flooed to a bar in America one of my contacts had once mentioned being at. I didn't pay attention to where it was, all I cared about was getting a drink in my mouth so I didn't have to deal with the guilt of my actions. You heard right, I feel guilt. In the past year I decided it would be beneficial to me to return my horcruxes to my body. After making my soul almost complete again I regained my conscience, and my looks. I now had brown wavy hair that went down to my chin, a nose, and my eyes stayed the red color they were before. I'm not very shallow so I don't care how I looked but according to Bella I looked good.

I arrived at the club at midnight. The dance floor was packed with young men dancing (did I mention that it was a gay bar?), fast-paced music was blaring, and strobe lights flashed. I quickly made my way to the bar and ordered a glass of scotch. The bartender quickly gave me my drink before continuing his conversation with a very drunk person next to me. Huh, I didn't notice he was there.

The drunk man had ink black hair that flowed just passed his shoulders in waves, pale flawless skin, obsidian eyes, and cherry blossom covered lips. He was wearing a tight black tank top, with tight black leather pants that showed his groin, and combat boots. He barely looked fifteen, let alone old enough to drink. I would be lying of I said I wasn't turned on by his looks. The man grew bored of his conversation with the bartender, so he turned to look at me.

"Hiya. My names James Black nice ta meetchya." He slurred out.

Definitely drunk. " Marvolo." I smirked. Maybe I could have a little fun instead of drinking. "Would you like to dance?"

The man looked to be thinking for a second before he nodded almost viciously. I took his hand and navigated us through grinding bodies, until we were in the middle of the floor.

Harry POV

I should have seen the gay bar coming, but who cares? I'm gay and there are a bunch of hot, older men to flirt with. Plus at the moment I'm drunk off my ass, seconds from making out with the bartender... and someone asked for a drink. I took a sideways glance at the person who had interrupted my fun. My eyes widened and I could've sworn I got even harder, and considering what the bartender, his name is Jerry, was saying that was almost impossible.

He had brown hair that just passed his chin, crimson red eyes that I could feel over every inch of my body, pale skin, big muscles, and he was tall. He was wearing a normal t-shirt and jeans, holding a cup of scotch loosely in his hand.

"Hiya. My names James Black nice ta meetchya." Maybe I'm a little too drunk, I almost said Harry Potter.

"Marvolo." He said in a deep baritone voice that sent shivers down my spine. I could have sworn I heard that name somewhere before. "Would you like to dance?"

I eagerly nodded my head and followed the man to the dance floor. When we stopped he let go of my hands and grabbed my hips. We moved to the fast-paced music, grinding against each other. After a few seconds... or was it minutes? I dropped my head against his shoulder and gripped his shirt tight. I heard a chuckle in my ear and Marvolo's hand pushed itself under my shirt.

"So cute." He said with another chuckle, but the second I moaned he became rigid. "We need a room, now!"

I just placed a wet kiss on his exposed neck showing my agreement, not protesting when he dragged me off of the dance floor and to the bar. He quickly asked for a key, I was happy to see Jerry's jealous look, and dragged me up to the second floor. The second floor was just a hall with moans and groans coming out from the multiple rooms men were having sex in. Some people had even left their doors wide open. Marvolo became impatient with my drunken stumbling and lifted me over his shoulder. I began squirming and immediately stopped when I felt a sharp smack to my ass.

I stayed still, until I found myself thrown on a bed with a shirtless man above me. My hands immediately wandered over his exposed torso, before he slammed me hands against the headboard and tied them their with a rope. I moaned at the sensation of the course rope against my skin and bucked my hips.

He gave a breathy chuckle. "Patience is virtue."

He leaned down and viciously attacked my lips with his, biting hard enough to break skin before I opened my mouth to let him in. His hands moved viciously over my body with one hand shoved up my shirt and the other rubbing my crotch through my pants. It wasn't fair! I wanted to touch him too but between him kissing me and rubbing me off words weren't going to come out of my mouth. Marvolo finally detached his mouth from mine and began biting and sucking my neck.

"Please... off... hurts~" I managed to get out between kisses, bucking my hips to point out what I meant.

The bastard pulled away chuckling. "Of course it hurts, you're wearing tight leather pants."

His hands moved to the waistline of my pants and began pulling my pants off slowly. I pulled against the ropes wanting him to go faster. He finally threw the pair of pants somewhere in the room, and pushed my shirt over my head, making it difficult to move my arms at all. I heard the pop of a cap being opened and a liquid being squeezed out of a bottle. I felt cold fingers circle my hole and... I screamed in pain. He had just shoved three fingers up my ass and I'll happily point out the fact I'm a sixteen year old virgin... and apparently a masochist.

"Sorry but I don't want to wait to be inside you." Marvolo whispered in my ear.

"Felt good~"

The older man chuckled and began stretching my entrance. It stung but as soon as he hit a spot inside me I saw stars. I could hear my own screams as he aimed for that one spot. I guess the alcohol caught up with me then, because I cant really remember much after that. (I know, I 'm evil.)

Voldemort POV

I pulled out of the boy in shock. When we had both come his thoughts had flowed into my head, meaning he was my soulmate. The problem was I already knew who my soulmate was.

Well shit. I just fucked Harry Potter.

Harry's POV

I woke up groaning at the headache and the pain in my backside. What the hell did I do last night... oh. I kinda wish I couldn't remember what happened. I can swear I've heard the name Marvolo somewhere before though. Wait a minute.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Voldemort took my virginity.

END CHAPTER 1

I know... I'm so evil. I don't want to write a full on sex scene at the moment.