Disclaimer Harry Potter, Bellatrix, The noble house of Black, Voldemort and such like is in no way a possesion of mine.

A/N The idea for this came when I looked at Bellatrix's Death Eater Mask. Enjoy. Remember that reviews are nice.

Burnt Flesh & Sown Lips
'feel the pressure, it's getting closer now'

She flung her head back and closed her eyes as pain and pleasure coursed through her veins reaching every fibre of her being. Her long dark hair cascaded down her back as her back arched upwards giving the cause of both her pain and pleasures a full generous view of the front of her chest beneath the black corseted laced robes that she wore.

His wand should have left her left forearm by now. He should have stopped burning his mark onto her flesh, but he didn't, the wand stayed connected to the pale skin of her arm. He was testing how far she would go for him. The moment his wand pressed to the forearms of the other new Death Eaters that night, they had screamed in extreme pain, which was understandable. Burning of the flesh was not a painless process. The Dark Lord liked to watch his new followers go through agony to follow his cause. He had been satisfied with the screams the men made after willing to have their flesh burnt and his mark seared into their arm. But Bellatrix Black hadn't done what the other men that night had done. She hadn't screamed, only gasp in surprise once his wand sent the feelings of pain and pleasure running through her. She was the first not to scream and for that, the Dark Lord took a keen interest into his first female death eater. He would test her further than he had tested anyone else before.

The surrounding Death Eaters looked on in horror as the Dark Lord pressed his wand further into her arm, the push alone would have been painful enough without the added factor of placing the mark on her arm. Her eyes opened and she looked at her arm held between the Dark Lord's hand and his wand. A sense of joy over whelmed her. She had her mark; finally she had a purpose rather than the outlook of being the perfect pureblood wife her mother expected her to be. The Dark Lord too sensed this and pressed the wand even further into her arm. Her eyes met his and in that moment they connected. She would forever be faithful to the Dark Lord and he had a new found respect for the young Death Eater. She smirked as he pulled his wand away and tucked it into his robes, but immediately feeling disappointed to not feel the pain and pleasure once more.

He turned from her and she took that as her queue to stand up from her knelt position on the floor. Her knees should have been weak from kneeling too long on the hard floor, but she felt nothing, she was numb, she couldn't even feel the pain that should have been radiating from the Dark Mark. The masked Death Eaters were astounded by the young girl standing amongst them. She had to be at least 18, and they could already tell without the Dark Lords confirmation, that she would be a key Death Eater in the upcoming battles.

She however didn't feel too impressed by the other Death Eaters. She was smart and could recognise that she had done something they had failed to do by the look of surprise upon their unmasked faces; impress the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord had read the minds of those Death Eaters and thoroughly agreed with them; she was special and she would be around, also on the fact that she was beautiful. He closed his eyes briefly remembering the glance he gave at her chest as he branded her his. It sent feelings of desire through him. He searched for her open mind and understood that she too knew what the other Death Eaters knew.

He didn't know why he said it, he wasn't even sure if it was his voice that spoke.

"Those with masks you will leave, go to the next village and kill all the muggles that reside there"

He knew all too well that Bellatrix would be left standing in what was the circle the Death Eaters previously stood in before they apparated to fulfil his command.

"My Lord, do you wish for me to stay?"

Bellatrix's voice rang through the empty hall. He had been staring into space for the past few minutes and she had plucked up the courage to ask him her question. As soon as she said it she braced herself for the dismiss he would surely give her.

"No Bella, you may stay… we have things we need to discuss."

He wasn't sure why he called her Bella. It just seemed to roll off his tongue. He immediately cursed himself as he felt her mind jump as he had called her Bella. Or perhaps it was because he said she could stay. He wasn't sure. But he wouldn't go further. All he knew was that he would call her Bella.

"I am here for whatever you need to discuss with me. I promise I always will be."

He didn't need her confirmation of what he already knew. It was her determination and loyalty that he first saw in her and on that was when he decided she would be part of his Death Eaters. He summoned them both chairs and motioned for her to sit down. He was mesmerised by her as she elegantly sat down on the chair and slipped one leg over the other. Every moment he spent with her he felt his self-restraint going; little by little… The desire he felt for her moments ago rising just as equally.

"You need to be trained properly…"

"What you mean like those that went out there? You know that I am more capable them, I could have proven that to you tonight my Lord"

Bellatrix felt broken as she felt the Dark Lord had failed to see the skilled duellist she was. Infact she was well known for it at Hogwarts. People knew not to get into a duel with Bellatrix Black unless you wanted to spend the next week in the hospital wing, nursing your broken pride.

"You should rest Bella; you only got your mark moments ago…"

He realised how it sounded once he had said it. It could be implied that he thought she was weak. But witnessing the girl tonight and her determination to join his ranks proved otherwise. By the look on her face he could tell that he had struck a nerve, she would say it felt like a stab to the heart.

"You sent the others that joined with me out tonight…you don't think that im capable enough… do you?"

Her voice began to falter towards the end of her omission. The Dark Lord in fact thought she was above the basic muggle torture and killings. He had seen her talent as a duellist increase above 'above average' to extraordinary, once she had come of age, and was now curious at how fast she would learn, and what she could learn.

"You show a great weakness in yourself Bellatrix. Wanting others to see what you yourself see. I do not tolerate weakness Bella..."

Bellatrix held her breath as his finished off his statement. She could read in his face that he should have punished her, and she was left wondering why he didn't.

'…Therefore I have decided to take it upon myself to train you.'

Her mind raced as she contemplated being trained by the Dark Lord himself. It was an honour to say the least; no one else was trained by the Dark Lord. The thought of all those sessions they would spend together made her head spin. The Dark Lord too felt his head spinning at what his proposition entailed.

Bellatrix flung herself off the chair she sat in, bowed down low on the floor and kissed the hem of his robes.

'My Lord, you can't imagine how proud I feel to be trained by you.'

'Rise Bella, I have an idea of how proud you are…'

He was cut off as she lifted his hand up to the swell of her breast. Her skin felt hot under his hand. He was aware of the vibrations through her skin caused by her risen heartbeat. She was so close to him, it would have been easy for him to pull her tiny waist up close to his chest, move his hand that currently on her breast up to cup her cheek and claim her lips with his.

'My Lord…' She breathed, loud enough for only them both to hear.

Her mind was open and he couldn't help himself indulging in it. But it would curse him.

Bellatrix delicately dropped his hand and turned her back on him to return to her chair as his pair of hands wrapped around her waist from behind and pulled her back closer to him.

'Bella' he would deliciously moan into her ear.

His hand swept her hair off her left shoulder, sending electricity through her body. She felt a pair of lips attach themselves upon the vain in her neck. He would suck at her flesh, sometimes biting and tugging at it with his teeth. His left hand ran up the side of her dress finding the slit in her dress leading to her upper thigh, then resting between her legs. He detached himself from her neck to lick the bottom of her ear then groan to her, 'Come to bed…'. She would nod; silently accepting. His hands would make their way to the laces of her corset at the front of her dress, his fingers fumbling to unlace it open.

The Dark Lord escaped from her thoughts, horrified with what he found. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He would never be able to escape that thought while around her. he would never be weak enough to give into lust. He need her to leave, the urge to still kiss her lips invading his mind. And he did kiss her lips not for long, but he still did.

He threw her violently from him after their moment together.

'Get out!' disgust venom laced his hissed words. Not at her but at himself. 'You will learn occlumency tomorrow, now, out!'

He would teach her occlumency not only to block her mind from the enemy, but so he couldn't peer into her mind and find more evidence of her lust for him.

'My Lord,…I haven't got my mask…' she remembered thinking she would join the other Death Eaters and take the anger brewing inside her out on the filthy muggles.

'Tomorrow' he hissed. She smiled as he gave her the promise of tomorrow, and left the room.

He accioed a blank grey metal mask and placed it on his lap as he sat down. He used his wand to carve deep swirls into the mask taking his anger out on it. He carefully considered the lips on the mask. He artistically sowed them together so when she wore the mask he would be reminded that her lips were an untouchable territory.

The Dark Lord would never give into lust. It was just his luck that Bellatrix Black was sent as his temptation.