So…I'm not quite sure what to put here. Hm. I'm on the road to middle-of-nowhere Kansas right now, crammed into a minivan with a ton of my sister's luggage cramming me in and my five family members. Forgive me if I am not as cheerful as usual. Pride and Prejudice is on the DVD player though. That's definitely a plus. I'm not to see anyone but my family members for a whole week. Ew. I'm writing all week just to keep my mind off of not seeing my seme the whole time. It's a fourteen hour drive and we just started. Sigh. It's not even 11 am yet.
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Chapter Four
Harry, now demanding to be called by his chosen name, Matthias, had sat through the day calmly, merely getting his body used to the battle he knew would be coming up very soon. Now that dinner was over, Voldemort would want to go to bed soon enough. He would be ready. For now, they both sat in the man's study, the Dark Lord doing paperwork and every so often looking up at him to admire him from some new angle. Matthias had pulled his sword and was skillfully using it as a strange sort of prop in his exercises. It wasn't the gymnasium he had back home but the study was large enough that there was plenty of space. He did two forward handsprings, ending the feat with a slash of his previously drawn sword. Voldemort let a small smile grace his lips, wiping it away before his Consort could see. Matthias had caught it though as well as all of the heavy glances he had been receiving. He seated himself on the edge of the desk, giving him a smirk.
"Do you find me diverting, Voldemort, or am I simply doing something strange and have not yet realized it?"He asked with more than a small amount of amusement.
The Dark Lord chuckled, abandoning his papers to look up at him. His mate was indeed a gorgeous specimen.
"Oh, make no mistake, my love. I find you very diverting. I can't seem to focus on work when you are in the room. My eyes just wander to you on their own." Matthias's smirk grew. "Well, Matthias, I suppose it is time for bed."
The teen clucked his tongue and stood, stepping away from the desk.
"Oh, no, dearest. I will not be going to bed tonight."
Voldemort's crimson eyes narrowed and he raised an eyebrow elegantly. Now what would he have to say? Matthias would not be giving in willingly tonight. No. Not if he could help it. While it was tempting, at the very least, he would make the Dark Lord work for it. He would have to drag him back to that bedroom. He had learned long ago to be able to go days without sleep. It often came in handy on long scouting missions.
"Oh? Is that so? And if I disagree with that sentiment?"
Matthias shook his head, fingering the display of weapons on the belt of his uniform.
"I am not a starving Incubus tonight, Tom. I am in my own mind and I will not merely bow to your whim every night. I am my own person and I am not your possession. Your mate, I will concede to that, but not your play thing." The assassin said calmly to which Voldemort gave him a considering look.
The Dark Lord considered the situation. He wanted Matthias to enjoy his company. That would never come about if he asserted his dominance over him. If he crushed the young man's oppositions then Matthias would resent him forever. No, they had to be on completely equal footing if he was to keep the Incubus by his side. He couldn't treat him as anything less than his complete equal. It would be difficult for him but it meant that he would have to concede the battle in arguments such as this. He gave his mate an inviting smile.
"Very well, Kitten. You will not have to bow to my will. I would not want you to do so. I want you to be completely comfortable here and that means that we must be on equal terms. Mates are something to be cherished, treasured and prized above anything else." He said and walked over to the on guard Matthias before kissing his scar gently.
He offered the young man his hand, knowing full well that they would probably jump each other's bones anyways. It was the mating season and that made Matthias somewhat more…sensitive than at other times of the year. In fact, perhaps it wasn't Matthias who should be on his guard after all. It would be Voldemort who would be getting jumped at odd moments of the night. His Consort took his hand quizzically but seemed well pleased that his point had gotten across.
Arcaeth frowned at the fine lady before him. Miya stood in an aggressive stance, belying her feelings on the subject.
"So Matthais has been kidnapped by the Dark Lord. It does explain his absence. I was wondering why he didn't come see me after my arrival back home. He is religious about that." He wondered out loud.
The vampiress nodded, crossing her arms. Her good friend and second in command to Matthias, Zander Erik, was at her side.
"He missed you." She said and flipped her long auburn hair behind her back.
Miya was already in battle gear and they hadn't even decided when to go out to retrieve Matthais yet. Arcaeth smiled. He had missed him too.
"I want you to be there when we retrieve him, Arcaeth. Help us rescue your lover. It will pound the fact that Matthias isn't his into the Dark Lord's thick skull. No one steals my Elite and gets away with it. Matthais is mine. I don't share well and I certainly don't play well with others." She hissed, biting off her last words.
Truth was, she missed Matthais something horrible. He was always with her when she woke up, hell, they slept in the same bed even though they would never be lovers. They were just that close. He always reminded her of things she forgot and she enjoyed teaching him new things and training with him. It just wasn't the same without him. She wanted him back and the Dark Lord could be thrice damned before she didn't bring her friend home.
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