[Hi all! I have an experimental pairing that I have been working on, but I'm still not at a point where I feel okay to post it. Please enjoy the first installment of this Severus/Voldemort story instead. :) Also, no, time did NOT make me any better tenses. They are still all over the place…NEGL]

Pairing: Severus Snape/Sane!Lord Voldemort

Warning: I don't care about anatomy or any of that rot and do what I want. Possible m-preg. This a male/male story (nothing new there). WIP. NO BETA. Possibly Sexual Scenes down the road. Ummm… and maybe some torture scenes? Not sure yet.

Chapter 1

Everything is a lie.

Everything was a lie.

Dumbledore. That lying, egotistical bastard; with his smug beard and his infuriating eyes. He lied. He told me that I was going to be safe. He told me that I was useful. That I have a place. And yet, here I am, being bartered away so that he can have
his precious Potter back.

He convinced me to be his spy, and yet he did not even hesitate in thinking that this was the best and most opportune way to get his Golden Boy. I was his first option. He sold the knowledge of the spy he coerced into taking the position, and
guilted into keeping it so that he could have the spawn of his tormenter freed. Because his 'greater good' – and isn't that just a joke – was more important than someone who was guilted into loyalty.

So here I am, magically bound, soon to be ritualistically bound as well, being handed off to the very man who killed the one person who ever bothered to see me as more than a greasy, dirty, ugly man. I'm probably not going to live the year out. And isn't that just
reassuring, as it is November 15th currently. But the Dark Lord does not take well to traitors.

As I get traded over, I catch the wink that Potter shoots me, and now I'm wondering just what is going on, but not before I am roughly grabbed by Lord Voldemort and apparated to his home.

To his bed chambers.

To kneel in the center of the room and be chained as he defiles me in a ritual to… well I'm not sure what this one is for, but it is degrading… and painful.

A blinding, white-hot pain is the last thing that I remember before sweet darkness takes me, and I wonder – is this the end? Or will I at least be allowed to figure out what Potter was up to?

*** SS/LV ***

Waking at a later date, I'm aware of two things.

One, I am not as dead as I had originally believed myself to be, unless this is some sick version of purgatory.

And two, that my magic and my body feel off. They do not feel lacking, or anything overtly drastic, they just feel… off.

"I was alerted that you were awake Severus. How do you feel?"

"Off kilter, My Lord." I'm not sure how much I'm allowed to say or what I'm allowed to stay, and every day I spend on this side of the veil I want to enjoy.

"You may feel free to speak as you once had. Though I suppose that I should clue you in on the plan. It was brought to my attention that Dumbledore had set up plans to kill you and frame it on me. Potter – Gryffindor that he is – found out about it. Did
something stupid. Got himself captured by Malfoy, and told all under veritaserum. In exchange for the godfather of his lover to be left somewhere safe, he agreed that he would be my eyes and ears in the Order, along with the Malfoys after I kill Narcissa
or some such rot. In reality? It is just a veiled coverup of a technicality that will allow Lucius to finally get with the Black Mutt without any repercussions. The ritual last evening was to complete the transference of one of my horcrux into you,
thus binding you both to this plane, and to me. We will now share the same bond as Potter and myself. You should also be able to converse with Potter should the need arise, as he was able to with Nagini."

Aahh… so that explains the off feeling that I am feeling then.

"That is not all. The ritual also refashioned your body as I saw fit. Due to you now holding a piece of my soul, and being useless outside of a lab due to Dumbledore's influence, you have now been molded in such a way that you will be able to take, give
and receive pleasureto, from, and only with me. I've also done an experimental ritual that should it be a success – which I do not doubt, as Salazar Slytherin himself created and executed it – you will now be the birther of any and all
of my heirs."

The Dark Lord sounds just a bit too smug about that fact. There is the icy feeling of dread as I now realize that I will most likely not be allowed much – if any – time outside of his bed chambers as time goes on.

"Will I be allowed to brew, My Lord?" I almost whisper, hoping that the pain and sadness does not seep into my voice.

"Not once you've conceived unless you are given an OK from a healer. Otherwise, yes, you may pet." I nod solemnly, wondering if that was to be my new address now, and if he'd collar me to drive home how seemingly status-less I now am.

"What am I to do going forward? Am I to stay here unless you allow me out? Do I need to wear a collar? Do I…" I am cut off by My Lord's chuckle.

"None of the above, unless certain unsavory characters decide not to heed the warning I gave last evening of the fact that you are to be left unharmed and untouched. If you are pregnant, you will have a guard, or will be with me at all times, as I do
not trust them to not try and thwart you to keep themselves in the running for my affections through an heir, but other than that you may go about the manner as you please. Minus my study; if I am not in there, you are not allowed in there." I not
my head in acknowledgment. That was more than fair.

I try to sit and wince, lying back down.

"You'll be sore for a bit as your body adjusts. One of the side-affects to the first ritual is that your body is adjusting to the type of sexual preferences that I have. As I have a leaning towards the more… volatile… practices, your body is currently
fortifying itself so that anything short of lethal with not affect you in the bed, but anything short of moderately painful will not turn you on. You are now mine Severus. In every way, until such a time as I decide that I am ready for us to leave
this plane. And, as there is still much that needs to be done to save the magical world from itself, that is a great many years off indeed. You will take my affections. You will hopefully birth my heirs. and you will have received my gift of Parseltongue as well"

Now that catches me by surprise. "Horcrux?" I question uncertainly? It would make sense, as Potter is known to be a Parseltongue as well.

"That it is indeed the cause of," My Lord confirms.

"This could be great fun" I try out, before sighing. "It's not like anyone besides you, and perhaps your snake will ever hear me though…" I never thought that I would actually miss teaching.

"In due time, pet. In due time. Harry is going to work on dismantling Dumbledore and his loyal followers of their public credibility base, and then we shall strike. And we shall win. And the Wizarding World shall bow to Lord Voldemort as he sets them
onto the correct path."

I give a soft smile, "It is so great to see your sanity returned My Lord," I murmur to my own horror as I drift back off to slumber. I really will relish feeling like myself again.

*** SS/LV ***

The next time that I wake up it is to birds blithering about outside of the window, and a – rather impressive, and quite erect – penis pressed into the curve of my back. I feel more whole and complete this morning, like everything that was done was successful
and had settled nicely. Feeling for my core, I'm shocked to see the magical growth as well as the activation of a dormant Prince gene. 'Aahh… So Salazar's lover must have been a Prince Male… it explains why My Lord thought that it would be successful
on me…' I ponder, trying to ignore my bladder's call to action.

Eventually – and with a sigh, I ease out of the bed without waking My Lord, and – with the aid of Nagini – I make it to the bathroom in time to ease my bladder.

'I can't imagine wanting to be in my labs at all if pregnancy will be anything like that. Though I wonder if men will have similar symptoms that women have…. Hmmm….'

I am brought from my musings as I head out of the bathroom only to see my Lord glaring at the door. Faltering, I stand where I am, racking my brain trying to figure out how I've managed to displease him already this morning.

"Get back over here so that I might find more rest, Severus," He drawls, though there is an edge to the sleepy voice.

Seeing my mistake, I make my way back to the side of the bed that I had taken up previously, and resume the position I left when I went to the washroom earlier. This time, however, instead of resuming our previous position, My Lord lifts one of my legs,
and slides his – still erect – member into a channel that I must have slept through forming.

With a husky chuckle, he wraps around me possessively. "I'm very pleased that worked, Severus, and I cannot wait to try out all of your new capabilities…" He purrs before drifting off to sleep.

Deciding that there is nothing for me to do, and vetoing staring at the wall, I allow myself to drift off to sleep once more as well.

Howdy all! Long time no see! So umm… I hope that you like this. And um… yeah…