Draco climbed into the water quickly - despite its scalding temperature - keeping his back turned to his two unwanted companions as much as he could until he was somewhat safe under the cover of the water. They were sitting in silence along the shelf built into the side; Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy on one side, and Draco curled up on the other while the steam filled the luxurious bathing chamber, when there was a soft knock on the door.
"Enter." Lucius said quietly, but his voice carried well enough and the door was pushed open just enough for the house elf to admit himself before it was shut quickly to keep the steam in the room.
"The Master sent me to tell you that he will be arriving shortly and that you should be waiting for him." The elf told them softly before easing back out of the room. Draco looked worriedly toward his father; the color had drained from Lucius' face and he swallowed hard before forcing out a smile.
"Don't worry, Draco. The Master will be kind to you..." He told his son before smoothly arranging himself in a comfortable slouch against Severus. Sighing, the potion's master wrapped one arm around Lucius' shoulders and set the other lightly across his friends lap forcing himself to look comfortable. Draco was now shuddering despite the warmth of the bathing room; 'The Master will be kind to you...' his father had said, and Draco didn't even really want to think about it. He momentarily considered drowning himself, but thought the better of it; as cold as his father had always been to him, Draco didn't doubt that the older Malfoy would foil an suicide attempt, while Severus had always been not so much kind as mildly friendly, and he wasn't likely to watch his favorite student die. So Draco steadied himself with several deep breaths and closed his eyes, trying to blot the situation out of his mind entirely. His breathing had just evened out and he was thinking of other things, when the bathing room door suddenly creaked loudly as it opened and admitted the master of the house; Voldemort. Having discarded his clothing at the door, Voldemort simply padded up to the bathtub and climbed in, setting himself at one far end.
"I see you two are happy to be home." He commented softly in Lucius and Severus' direction. Lucius smiled and rested his head against Severus' broad shoulder. Draco pulled his knees a little closer to his chest. "Come here, little one..." Voldemort ordered with a smile that Draco had the feeling wouldn't be there long if he disobeyed, so he slowly uncurled and stood. The water came up to his chest and the floor was studded with soft pads for traction. He forced himself to breathe calmly as he made his way across the large bathtub until he stood half a foot from his new master. Voldemort smiled up at him and pulled him into his lap. Draco's heart sped and he forced himself to remain calm when Voldemort’s strong arms were eased around his waist and tightened until he was tight against the Dark Lord's chest. "You're very beautiful, little kitten, do you know that?" Draco could think of nothing to say, so he just nodded, then buried his face in Voldemort’s shoulder to keep from having to look into those haunting red eyes. Voldemort laughed softly and ran a hand up and down Draco's back. "Are you truly a virgin, dear little one. I will not be angry with you if you are not."
"I am, I swear it!" Draco said frantically, his heart beating faster in his chest.
"Calm, kitten! I believe you!" Voldemort told him with a chuckle. He then slowly brought his hand up Draco's chest and tipped his chin until he was looking into Voldemort’s red eyes. "And you have beautiful eyes..." He whispered, bringing his lips to rest against Draco's in a chaste kiss. Draco choked for a moment, but made no attempt to stop him, forcing his body to relax against his every reflex. "Shh...relax Draco, I won't eat you." Though Voldemort found this amusing, Draco did not; against his better judgment and his attempts to stop them, tears rolled down his face and fell into the water in thin streams. "Ohh...my poor kitten. You know, your father cried his first night? So did Severus...don't worry young one, in the morning you will be happy. I promise." He rocked Draco back and forth and smiled over the boy's head at Lucius, who was still sitting on Severus' lap, though looked a lot more uncomfortable. Finally, Voldemort sighed and dislodged his still crying pet and leaned over to where Severus was holding Lucius.
"I'm going to go alright? I'll see you two in the morning. Take good care of each other!" He added as an afterthought, winking at them, while he gathered Draco in his arms and Disapparated out of the bath and presumably to his rooms. Lucius, who had managed to remain silent, now broke into sobs.
"He's going to break my little boy...." He cried softly, burying his face against the small amount of protection Severus' shoulder provided. "Oh, gods...Severus...make me forget all of this...please...make me forget..." He pleaded and there in the overly large bathing tub, he impaled himself against his friend and forgot his son was in the next room, forgot he was in his masters house again, and forgot that he was once again his master's little pet.