Taken to Hell

A/N: Don't own Scabior. Nothing from HP, for that matter. It all belongs to the incredible J.K. Rowling. This short drabble belongs to me…as does what happens in it. Enjoy.

He caught up to her.

Strange. How very strange.

He could see her from where he stood. So lovely, so beautiful.

His.

All mine he thought to himself. She'll be the perfect ending to my night.

So lovely. Oh so very lovely.

What I can do to her. What I want to do to her…all night long. Perhaps she'll do me all night long?

One can hope.

I can hope.

He has hope for it.

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She turned and stared back the way she had come. He was still there. Still watching her.

Great.

That's what she wanted him to do.

For now.

She would call him to her when the time was right. It was coming.

She would be coming.

And so would he.

Both screaming each other's names…they bodies reeling with pleasure…

Skin to skin.

Mouth to mouth.

She wanted him. Needed him. Wanted, needed his sadistic ways.

They worked well with hers.

Scabior.

That's the name he gave her that lonely night in the darkness.

And your name, he had asked…so worth right and all smirks.

Niveah.

Nice name was all he had said.

Another smirk and he was gone.

Such a memory. One she did not want to get away from.

Scabior.

She liked the way his name rolled off her tongue.

Dripping venom and sweetness. Dripping death whenever she said it.

And now…

There he was. Waiting and watching. He had found her again…one lonely night in the darkness.

Same as before.

Same as now.

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His fingers ran along her back…lightly at first, rougher with each touch…still it was what she wanted.

What he wanted.

They both did.

It had taken no time at all to undress him. Despite the miss-matched clothing…the leather coat and the black leather studded belt…so easy.

He allowed her this.

And waited for her to perform her little show for him.

Undress he commanded.

And so she did. Teasing him with her erotic display of coyness…teasing him until he could barely hold back his desire.

Still he lay there watching her. As he always did.

Watched her.

She lowered herself onto his hardness…choking back a cry of pleasure…wanting to take every inch of him inside…never missing a beat.

Of his heart.

Riding him slowly at first…building to a crescendo of crashing waves, thunder and lightning , pain and pleasure interlaced.

Such beauty undefined.

Still he watched her.

His hands gripped her hips roughly…guiding her movements to match his own…

Harder he commanded.

Harder she rode…until he chose a different course…

Flipping her over, a smirk tugging at his lips…dark hair hanging into his face, the red streak more delightful in its boldness. He was a leader.

He was her owner. Her master. Her everything.

He took her from behind…slamming into her repeatedly…skin to skin…flesh upon flesh…probing her deeply inside…catching the wave of ecstasy as her walls gripped him tightly.

Fuck me she groaned.

And so he did.

No, no…harder, harder…

Scabior.

The way his name rolled off her lips…encased in a moan…dripping sweetness and pain.

He was her owner. Her master.

He had caught her.

Fuck he had snarled as her walls g=closed around him completely. Everything exploded in white hot lightning…his body shuddered violently as he filled her with his equally hot seed.

Still she begged for more.

And give he did.

Niveah.

Scabior.

He had caught her.

She was his hell.

And he was her demon.