Chapter 2

The Morning After

Disclaimer: don't I wish.

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Rodolphus rolled over and whimpered softly his head was splitting from that crap that he'd consumed last night and his mouth felt as if some small furry thing crawled in, kicked over on its back and died, three days ago and was now rotting. His stomach heaved at that particular mental image and he was forced to stagger to his feet eyes squeezed closed as he lurched unsteadily towards the bathroom. However in his disorientated state he miss calculated exactly where he was in relation to the bathroom door and slammed with a considerable amount of force into the edge of the dresser. Ignoring the sharp pain in his ribs Rodolphus staggered into the large bathroom dropping to his knees and was heartily sick. He was barely aware of a gentle hand on his shoulder as he threw up everything that he'd eaten in his adult life.

Once he was finally able to raise his head without his stumic rebelling Rodolphus greatfully took the glass of cool water that his little brother was offering and sipped at it lightly.

"Really Brother," sighed Rabastan, "what were you trying to do lastnight by drinking like that?"

"I… Just… wanted to… sleep." Groaned Rodolphus as he lifted his eyes face pale.

Rabastan's eye twitched as he glared at his brother, "you don't drink yourself unconscious when you want to sleep!"

Rodolphus failed to reply to this comment as his stomach rebelled once more.

Rabastan sighed running his hand along his older brother's head.

Finally Rodolphus shoved himself to his feet stumbling into their room and dropping tiredly into a chair.

Rabastan called one of the house elves to bring his brother some crackers and another goblet of water. When that was done he settled in another chair across from Rodolphus and regarded his sibling. "What in Merlin's name got into you last night?"

Before Rodolphus could answer a house elf popped in, "this be arriving for Master Rodolphus." She placed a folded piece of parchment and a single dark red rose on the table before popping back out.

Rabastan's eyebrow shot up in surprise well this was certainly different. He watched his older brother pick up the folded note wearing a look of confusion. He carefully unfolded the parchment and started to read and as he did Rabastan watched the blood drain from his sibling's face, "Dolphus?" He leaned over concerned with his brother's reaction to the seemingly innocent note.

"Oh shit."

He was now really concerned and tried to grab the note but Rodolphus refused to let go of it holding it out of his reach. "Rodolphus? What's wrong? What does it say?" Rabastan watch now really concerned as his cool, calm and generally unflappable brother blushed.

"I… um, well," Rodolphus shifted in his chair refusing to meet his little brother's concerned eyes. "I may have done something foolish last night." He squirmed locking his gaze onto a point somewhere over his siblings shoulder and blurted. "Imighthaveletacompletestrang ergivemeablowjob."

Rabastan blinked, "excuse me?"

"I said," sighed Rodolphus, "I might have let some stranger give me a blowjob lastnight."

"You What!?"

"I was drunk!" Rodolphus through up his hands, "and trying to forget about walking in on Bella and the Dark Lord. I wasn't in my right mind, okay."

"But you still…" Rabastan blinked, "wait a moment, you walked in on Bellatrix and… Eww," he shuddered. "Okay, I understand now why you wanted to get plastered but still, you let some complete stranger suck you off?" He leaned closer to his brother, "Dolphus, that was dangerous. What if the person had been from the light and captured you? I don't want to try and break your ass out of Azkaban."

"Well he wasn't," Rodolphus pointed out hastily, "nothing happened to me and if he wanted to attack me he could have done it anytime last night. He actually aporated me to the gates of our manor."

Rabastan's eyes narrowed, "he what?"

"Er," Rodolphus blinked.

Rabastan opened his mouth to say something else but closed it again stairing at his brother, "he?" The youngest Lestrange scowled not liking the idea of some other wizard laying his hands on Dolphus.

"Well, I'm pretty sure it was a he," Rodolphus continued hastily at the darkening scowl on his little brother's face. "It sounded like a he, its not actually like I could see his face because of the hood."

Rabastan slowly sucked in a deep breath counting to ten in his head. When ten didn't so much as touch on his growing anger he made it a goal to count to one hundred before attempting to even open his mouth. "so let me get this straight," he struggled to keep his voice calm. "You got drunk enough to let some random stranger touch you. Not only touch but give you a blow job and then apporate you to our gates. The whole time this was going on you never even saw his face and had absolutely no idea who you were letting so close."

Rodolphus blanched, "um, yes…?"

Rabastan closed his eyes sucking in another deep breath chanting in his head, 'I love my brother and I'm not going to strangle him. I love my brother and I'm not going to strangle him. I love my brother and I'm not going to strangle him…' He opened his eyes and stared at his sibling, "you are an idiot sometimes, you know that?"

"everything turned out fine," scowled Rodolphus.

Rabastan felt the hot jealousy clawing at his insides, "you know Brother," he growled softly, "if I didn't want Bellatrix touching you. Then why would you think that I'd want some complete stranger touching you?" Rabastan pinned his sibling with an icy stare, "you're mine."

Rodolphus glared back stubbornly, "oh, so it's okay for you to have other lovers but not me?" Blue green eyes narrowed, "that hardly seems fair."

"I wouldn't mind you taking a lover but…" Rabastan was cut off by his brother's derisive snort.

"Bullshit."

Rabastan glared and continued, "but its got to be someone that I know and approve of."

Rodolphus stared at his younger sibling in disbelief, "who died and made you my master?"

"I decided that you needed someone to watch over you after a few of your past choices got you into trouble." Rabastan waved one hand carelessly not noticing his older brother's eyes narrowing in growing anger.

"You better not," growled Rodolphus, "be referring to my choice to marry Bellatrix." His mouth tightened, "you know very well that I had no real choice in that arrangement. Father wanted an alliance with the Blacks and you know that what father wanted father got no matter what anyone else wanted."

"You could have refused," snapped Rabastan, "you always bowed to father's wims and never stood up to him."

Rodolphus stiffened leaping to his feet eyes glittering, "you don't understand!" He slammed his fist onto the table, "you don't know what he was really like and you have absolutely no idea of what he was willing to do to join with the Blacks. So don't you dare sit there and call me a cowered for doing what I had to, to make sure the both of us survived."

Rodolphus spun away from his little brother and in two angry strides was across the room snatching up his cloak. Shooting one last glare over his shoulder he vanished with a sharp crack leaving Rabastan swearing in frustration.