Rodolphus leant back in his chair, surveying each death eater at the long table. They were in his house, Lestrange Manor, gathered at a death eater meeting waiting for the Dark Lord's arrival. He could see the nervous glances the followers darted across the room. But Rodolphus was calm, and relaxed. Some fearful, some anxious. But his wife, Bellatrix Lestrange. She looked desperate. Anxiously waiting for the Dark Lord to enter the room so she could once again throw herself at him. Rodolphus silently snarled at the thought. She was HIS wife, and yet she wasn't. Suddenly aware of the Dark Lord's presence in the room, he turned his head to look at the man, his Master, one he so deeply loathed. Yes, Rodolphus believed in the purification of the Wizarding blood, yes he believed in pureblood supremacy, but he did not believe submitting his will, life, and soul to another man, a halfblood to be exact. It seemed like a pretty good idea at first. He loved to torture people, he was a sadist, but this was not what he wanted.
He lowered his gaze from the Dark Lord, making sure his occlumency walls were help uptight. The Dark Lord would never know his true intentions. Not many knew about Rodolphus' occlumency skills. Bellatrix, his Bella was on the edge of her seat, lusting over the table as her Master took his seat at the head of the table. This was his home, yet another man assumed the role of Master. That was his wife, yet she desired to be with another man. Man, Rodolphus wouldn't even call him a man. He was a reptile. The way his pale skin stretched over his bones, he was skinny. It looked ugly. The way his eyes were like two red holes in his skulls, his nose like two little slits in his face. Reptilian. How could his Bella desire one like him? It was obvious, the lust in her eyes. The gleam of excitement that shone so brightly in his onyx black heavy lidded eyes. There was so much desire, so much fire, so passion in them for who she called "Her Lord". The way her body pressed against the table, as if she wanted to drill through it and pounce on her Master. The way her breasts were pressed up to her ears through her corset, her dress having a dangerously low neck, a diamond necklace that the Dark Lord once presented her hanging down to her cleavage. She was hot with desire and anticipation.
It disgusted him and it infuriated him. To watch the woman he so dearly loved lust over someone who was not her own husband. He was insane enough to marry her. He was crazy enough to put up with her sadistic and crazy methods. He was stupid enough to keep loving her. No other man was brave enough to handle the fire that is Bellatrix. And yet, he lost her in return. He lost her to the man he serves. The man he is doomed to follow for the rest of his life.
The only reason Rodolphus follows Lord Voldemort is for his wife. Her utmost devotion and passionate allegiance made him bow down to the Dark Lord. Serving him made her happy, and making Bellatrix happy made him happy. But Rodolphus was now not a happy man. But there was a part of him that satisfied him. The part that Lord Voldemort would not engage with Bellatrix in a way more than the servant-Master relationship. And Rodolphus knew that he was the only person who could satisfy his wife. Bellatrix would never have married someone she didn't consider her equal. And while she tortured him on daily basis, scorned him, and called her weak, she knew that no one could satisfy her like Rodolphus could. His touch soft, warm, and loving. Whereas the Dark Lord would be cold and rigid. And in bed, Rodolphus was her God. He knew what she liked, and where she liked it. He knew her so well, he knew how to please her. Both were sadomasochists, and they fit perfectly. Only Rodolphus Lestrange could satisfy her thirst, and please her in the way not possible by any other man.