So… I accidentally deleted chapter two… it was a complete accident that happened because well, karma knows I deserve it. So, here's chapter three while I attempt to recreate the perfection that was chapter two. It was all about the trapped princess. There was singing and awesome and insane-Narcissa.

Chapter Three

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Severus was not sure who was behind this indignity but someone was going to pay quite harshly for including Severus in it. He observed the prison he had been tossed into quite literally if the bruises and aches on his body were any indications. There was a thin cot, a shitty little basin and a window so small that the Potions Master would be lucky to get his entire hand through much less his body. Then there was the door which Severus assumed he'd be walking out of in a few moments. He took off his boots and opened the bottom of them, taking out his picking tools and set to work, anger growing by each passing second.

People just had little to no respect. They didn't know when to leave well enough alone, when to simply let him be. No, they had to push and pull, force his hand and unravel every good thing that he had accomplished. It was obvious that the Gods did not want him to be a relatively peaceful man that wanted nothing more than to be fucked in his grassy backyard with only the forest's monsters and critters to witness it. It was obvious that the Gods did not want his bloodied hands to become cleansed because if they did, this wouldn't be happening. He wouldn't be in this magic dampening cell with bruises and aches, he wouldn't have been torn from his hard earned garden and he certainly wouldn't be—

"Ah." A nasty smile erupted over Severus' face as the door gave a click and slowly swung open. Had anyone seen the look within the dark eyes, they would have run for the high hills without a warning to anyone else because the devil himself laughed from the bottomless black orbs. Severus stepped out of the cell and began to walk calmly down the halls, his movements graceful and slow. It was only the reassurance that everyone within three miles would pay for this indiscretion that stopped him from stomping, running or screaming to the high heavens.

He heard a noise, something like a rumbling of people… almost like a cheer. The nasty smile on Severus' face only became worse, a twisted and dark expression that spoke of total madness with little remorse. Quickly he started toward the sound, thin fingers coming up to caress the wand within his sleeve. This had happened before, a long time ago this had happened and he knew exactly how this would end.

Severus pushed open the heavy door and flinched due to the bright lights and the thunderous noise of people applauding and shouting as he stepped into a large arena. He kept his face purposely blank and strode to the very middle, looking at the thousands of people that would soon lay at his feet, drowning in their own blood.

Oh yes, he knew how this would end…

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Fenrir stomped through the forest quickly, pushing himself to go as fast as possible. He didn't have time to waste especially after spending the entire night, howling like a brainless fool up at the moon. His heart was still clenching and the madness that had, long ago, threatened to consume him was still nibbling at the edges of his mind but he knew that it wouldn't dare overtake him until his mate was in his arms or proven to be absolutely dead.

And Gods above help those fuckers if there was so much as a scratch on his mate much less a lack of heartbeat. He stomped on a singing flower without noticing and then stared at the large castle that seemed to be slapped just outside of the little town that was right outside of his Forbidden Forests.

Yes, Gods Help Them.

It was empty, quiet… deserted. Not a single carriage in the lot, no sounds of humans wandering around in their dull way that they normally did. For a moment Fenrir wondered if they had somehow caught wind of his arrival but that certainly wouldn't cause everyone to run like the little bitches they were. No, some stupid brave few would have rallied up to fight him head on because they were stupid. Of course he would have then overcame them and bit out a lot of throats but that wasn't the point. Something was wrong but his mate had to be somewhere within this kingdom and he'd be damned if he didn't get that taciturn bastard back.

Wait… what was that sound? Fenrir twisted his head around in the empty, silent town as a small sound made its way to his ears. He followed it until he came to a sphere on a pole. What in the fuck? He neared it cautiously and suddenly it burst open with little mechanical puppets that were… singing? Fenrir felt his eye twitch as the little silver and green dressed dolls straightened and lined in the middle of the faux classroom.

"OOOOOOH WELCOME TO VOLOC

IT'S SUCH A PERFECT—!"

The song would have continued but Fenrir had no patience for it so he shoved his sharp fist through it and shattered the evil contraption before he could fall into a blood frenzy and kill everyone within a hundred yard radius. It was the most annoying, disgusting piece of horse—

Cheering. There was cheering not too far away from where he was standing. Of course that meant where there was cheering, there was people and where there was people, there had better be his mate, safe and fucking sound. Fenrir followed the noise of cheering until he came upon the small side door to what might have been an arena packed full with hundreds of townspeople and soldiers. Vaguely he heard the sound of fighting underneath their garbled words and the crackle of magic caused the hair on the back of his arms to stand.

Severus.

Fenrir threw open the door and rushed up the long flight of wooden stairs that was presented to him until he burst through another door and immediately found himself on the end of five, very sharp swords. He froze, unwilling to cause his own death by running forward like some kind of idiot but it was mighty hard as he spotted the man-thing that was responsible for this entire ordeal. Now, how did he know that this particular bald man with a bad dentist was the one that kidnapped his precious mate?

"I am the man that kidnapped your precious mate." That's how. Fenrir growled deep in his chest and felt his nails thickening, sharpening and his muscles began to shift in a painful half morph that he struggled to keep under control. The red eyed fucker smiled at him as though he didn't know that Fenrir would kill him the first chance he got then dismissed his guards in a foolish show of confidence.

"Fenrir, come sit down. You missed the beginning but the show is still going!" the man encouraged him with a grand sweep to his large seat. Fenrir twitched, his instincts telling him to kill and kill quickly with teeth and claws but if he wanted to see his lover, his mate, his everything then he had to keep this fucking thing alive. So, with a restrained growl he stomped forward and threw himself in the chair only to leap right out of it seconds later.

There was Severus—right in the middle of it. Surrounding him were the bodies of at least twenty men while fifty more still rushed at him. Even from this distance, he could see the bloodthirsty smile that curved into the thin pale lips and he could feel the magic that crackled as his lover threw himself high into the air, almost clearing the entire stadium then came back down harshly, cracking the ground and sending the rushing men flying backwards from the force along with several of the corpses.

"What is going on here!? And just who are you?" Fenrir demanded of the man that was just asking for his head to be disconnected from his fucking spine. He had to control himself, it was obvious that something was keeping Severus within the ring and killing this man might not free his lover but make it worse.

"My name is King Voldemort but the rest I will explain in due time. Please, sit down and enjoy the battle. I must admit that your mate is quite skilled," Voldemort smiled to show a mouthful of dagger teeth that glinted in the sun. Fenrir dug his nails into the flesh of his palm and forced his eyes back to his mate. Severus was sitting in the middle of a crudely drawn circle, shirt thrown open to reveal the many tattoo like runes staining his pale skin. They shone brightly, lighting up as his body slowly lifted a foot from the ground. The gasps of shock within the crowd suddenly turned to screams of horror as the dead soldiers were pulled to their feet by invisible strings. The warriors paused at the sight of their brethren rising up with weapons in their bloodied grasps but soon realized that not fighting would lead to their deaths as the animated corpses began to attack.

Reanimation? Fenrir felt his pants become tight at the sight of such powerful magic. Severus rarely used his abilities anymore since they started to live a life of peaceful isolation and watching him bring up corpses that moved effortlessly and fought as they would have alive turned him on like nothing else. Fenrir licked his lips as the runes glowed even brighter and the skinny man threw back his head, eyes wide open to reveal that darkness had taken residence there.

By the Moon Severus was the sexiest thing in the world. How had he been so lucky to get such a powerful, dark and beautiful mate? Fenrir just barely stopped himself from throwing himself out of the private box and into the ring so that he could throw his mate down and claim him over and over in front of every man, woman, and child. He could almost feel the rippling velvet that was his lover's entrance wrapped around his tongue, his fingers and Good Lord Almighty, his cock.

Fenrir pulled himself out of his lust cloud, focusing on the battle as last of the soldiers fell under the hands of their dead brethren. As soon as this happened, the king stood up from his chair and clapped along with the audience, red eyes alight with mirth and slight admiration. Fenrir stood also, eyes never leaving his mate as several men came onto the field. They were shouting something to Severus, something that Fenrir couldn't hear but he could only guess that they were trying to convince the man to not attack them. The still floating man didn't so much as twitch but the corpses did, standing on defense around his prone, glowing body. Fenrir felt his throat dry as the clapping ceased and the armored men dropped back.

"Archers at the ready!" a voice shouted and suddenly Severus was surrounded by hundreds of arrows, all aiming at him and the corpses. This was not good. Fenrir had faith in his lover, he truly did because Severus proved time and time again to be tougher than anything thrown at him but this was different. This was skilled archers with an unlimited amount of arrows aimed at him.

"Stop them and stop them now," Fenrir growled, whirling to unimpressed king.

"If you kill me, they will shoot and kill the alchemist. I suggest you convince your mate to stand down," the King shrugged with a sly smirk. Fenrir called in every favor to every God he had ever heard of to help him stay calm enough to not slit this man from balls to scalp.

"Hm… you want me to calm him down?" the wolf man tilted his head and smiled darkly. Voldemort was not sure why but he suddenly felt as though he chose the wrong words. Before he could alter his words or, at the very least, tell the man not to do something stupid, the feral beast threw himself from the box and onto the field. Voldemort felt his mouth drop open because, really, no one could be this idiotic!

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Severus was not sure if the excessive use of magic had caused him to hallucinate or if his mate had really come falling from the sky to land several feet outside his reanimated corpse barrier with several broken bones sticking from his tanned skin. He watched as the rugged man groaned and rolled in the dirt as his broken body slowly pieced itself back together. No, this had to be real because Severus often imagined what it would be like to have a smart man for a mate rather than this dullard he unfortunately fell in love with.

"Hold fire!" a distant voice shouted. Severus did not twist his head to see who spoke although he vaguely entertained the thought of leading his corpse on a havoc spree throughout the town but there was the problem of that magic dampening stone right at the entrance. He could have them climb into the stadium and kill many but once the doors were opened, he'd be exposed until the outer ring.

"Hello doll face," Fenrir suddenly grinned from the ground.

"Hello dunderhead," Severus scoffed, his voice coming out as a dark echo. Fenrir gave a shudder and Severus knew it had nothing to do with fear but rather, lust. If he had the immaturity, the black haired man would have rolled his eyes at the hedonist moron that was his lover. A pissing contest like this would definitely turn Fenrir on and the fact that he hadn't released the magic as of yet, probably made Fenrir harder than a diamond.

"So… there's this bald guy—."

"If this is the beginning of a horrendous joke, I do not wish to hear it."

"Such a prissy little bitch, you are my love. Anyway, put down the puppets and let's find out what this bald guy wants. Then I can bite his throat out." Fenrir smiled with all of his sharp teeth as he stood up to his imposing height. Severus wished to say that wasn't the least bit aroused by the showing pieces of flesh and the blood staining the remaining clothing but his lover did make quite the sight.

"You haven't attempted to do so already?" Severus raised a brow. Fenrir was more of the 'kill first and don't bother with questions later' then again, the man had mellowed some in their time of peace. The dark wizard turned his eyes up to the crowds and pointing arrows. Hm, what were the chances of being able to protect his mate while also getting them out of this arena?

"Nope! And I thought you'd be proud to hear that I've only killed two people and they both deserved it… and I've been thinking about fucking you since I woke up from your lovely sedation," Fenrir boasted loudly, thrusting out his chest like a preening peacock. Fucking… idiot…

Severus sighed, the chances were not good. He would have to stand down, wait for an opening, and hope that these assholes weren't also cowards that would shoot him in the back rather than stand to face him. A smirk curved onto the wizard's lips as he released his spell on the corpses and allowed himself to fall gracelessly to the ground. This reminded him much of the old days. He looked up at his large lover who was smiling lustfully at him, hefty paw of a hand reaching down to pull him to his feet. Just as their hands clasped together, the arena was once again swarmed with men, this time those with arrows although their approach was still cautious. Severus raised a brow, looking at the men from around Fenrir's muscles.

"Drama queens," he rolled his eyes, "You would think that I was actually dangerous."

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Fenrir frowned as he stared at the man sitting across from him. He wasn't sure if his ears needed to be cleaned out or if his brain needed a good washing too because whatever he had heard five seconds ago certainly wasn't correct. He glanced at the corner of his eye to see that Severus also had the expression that said he was too shocked by utter stupidity to actually speak. It wasn't very often that he saw his cherished mate with his mouth dropped open and a brow struggling not to quirk all the way up to his hairline.

"So… let me get this right because I'm not the brightest candle in the shed or some such rot," Fenrir started, shifting in his plush chair. He leaned towards the bald snake hybrid, ignoring the shifting of his guards. "You kidnapped Severus, my mate, because you wanted him to do that whole tournament thing to prove just how powerful he is."

"Yes, that is true." Voldemort nodded as though that was the whole gist of the story. His glowing red eyes shifted to Severus and a smile etched onto his nearly nonexistent lips, "You are as skilled as I had assumed, alchemist."

"Yeah, yeah. We get that Severus is amazing, why else would he be my mate?" Fenrir growled, feeling as though the other man was trying to move onto his territory. He knew it was a senseless thought seeing as his wizard had a thing for hairy bodies and muscles, both which this man lacked. "So anyway, you kidnap him and send your men to kidnap me. I tear the head off one and the rest come running to you. I come stomping into your little set up with every intention of ripping off your head too but I don't because you threaten the life of my mate. And this is where I get confused… you want me to leave my mate here so that I can… find some princess and… return her to Voloc"

"Yes." Fenrir tapped his hand against the arm of the chair, listening to the scrape of his nails on the fine wood. Maybe he should reword his statement just to make sure that it was being said correctly.

"You want me, Fenrir Greyback, to go rescue a princess from a tower in the middle of fuck-all."

"Yes." Okay… maybe that wasn't the way he should have reworded it. Perhaps this man didn't know what he was getting himself into. Surely he didn't realize that Fenrir turned into a slobbering beast and that Severus could very well kill everyone in this town with enough time and the right words.

"And if I don't? Killing Severus will make me not only kill you but piss in your skull." There, that should get his point across.

"… That is disgusting, you foul beast!"

"But it's true. I won't even kill you before sticking my dick in your eye hole and pissing into your brain. I've done it before, you won't die instantly." The bald man's mouth was twisted in absolute disgust and it looked as though he was on the point of vomiting as the images assaulted his brain much like hot piss would should Severus be killed. He glanced at his mate who was watching with great amusement, stained fingers folded in front of him and onyx eyes glimmering.

"Now Fenrir, we don't want the man losing his breakfast, that would be rude," Severus smirked.

"It's just a truthful little warning S—."

"Listen here, I am tired of these pleasantries so I shall explain this in layman's terms. Severus shall stay here until you return. I will give you two days and every day that you are gone after those two days, he shall fight to the death when the sun is at its highest. He will fight wizards, mages, shinobi, reapers, mercenaries, and beasts that are only in nightmares," Voldemort hissed. Fenrir raised a brow and shared a look with his lover only to see that the man actually appeared concerned by this threat. It wasn't obvious to the naked eye or, rather, anyone that hadn't seen the man naked with his face twisted in pleasure.

"You've seen what Severus did to your fighters not even half a chapter ago, he will defeat anything that you throw at him," Fenrir boasted.

"But for how long? While I admit that your lover is strong, is he strong enough to go to battle, every day with opponents that will be there to observe each fight and learn from their fallen comrades' mistakes?" Voldemort hummed, smiling nastily. Fenrir then understood the exact gravity of the situation because what this madman said was true. His lover was strong and crafty but even he had his limits. Eventually he would be felled by one of the other fighters and never would he stand again. His heart twisted sharply in his chest and hatred built in the back of his throat.

"I'll do this, you bald snake faced bitch but you had better hope Severus needs medical help once this is over because nothing else will stop me from tearing off your balls and shoving them in your mouth… after I piss in your skull," Fenrir growled, the sound echoing in his chest. Voldemort didn't flinch at the threat but he could see that the man was frightened. He was scared under that façade of cunning bravery. And that was good because he was very, very serious.

Fenrir shoved himself to his feet and strode over to his black haired mate, pulling the man from his chair in that rough grasp that Severus loved to feel against his flesh. The man tilted his head up and accepted his rough kiss, mouth open and hot. Their tongues twisted together in a desperate passion and Fenrir's hands roamed down his mate's body and cupped the delicious arse he loved to lick, suck and fuck. If he wasn't sure that Severus would slay him where he stood, he would have thrown the man against the wall and have his dirty, dirty way with him as he had wanted to do since he awakened in the morning.

"Do not worry," Severus panted as he pulled away, "You shall soon do those lovely actions once more."

Damn, he forgot that Severus could read his mind. The man smirked smugly and leaned up to plant a chaste kiss upon his lips, a soft peck of bruised lips that held the love that was never truly said out loud. Fenrir shivered and returned with all the love his shriveled heart could offer. Then he was the one to disconnect their joining to cup his lover's angular face in his large hands. He looked deep in those onyx eyes and saw something like doubt and fear swimming behind the wall of coldness that his mate normally had.

"I'm going to come back," he promised suddenly. Severus hesitated and something flashed behind those onyx eyes, much too fast for Fenrir to see then he nodded, spider like fingers coming up to brush against the hands framing his face.

"Hurry."

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To Be Continued

And there you go! A bit sappy at the end but eh, couldn't help it.

Comment or Fenrir will… not cuddle with you. Ha! You thought I was going to say 'piss in your skull', didn't you!? To tell the truth, I have no idea where I came up with that but once I typed it, I realized how funny it sounded (I'm disturbed) and that I can imagine him doing it (not that I would… y'know, imagine Fenrir doing something like that).