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Raven kissed Sparrow passionately, his tongue thrusting down her throat. She gave as good as she got, nibbling lightly on his lower lip and causing a low growl to emanate from his throat. Her temporary advantage was lost as they tumbled onto the bed, and he used the opportunity to nibble on her earlobe.

"No fair, Raven," she moaned, tugging at his pants. With a grin, he withdrew slightly, ripping apart her skirt before tracing his tongue along the edge of her vagina, causing her to let out another low moan. Gently prying away his head, she pleaded, "In me!"

He ripped off her thong just as she fumbled with his belt, before growing frustrated and snapping it off with a wandless cutting curse before tossing his pants to the side with an aggressive growl.

She caressed his penis, already hard, and gently guided it towards her vagina, until the tip was just teasing her outer folds. He locked eyes with her, gently pressing a legilimency probe, silently asking for permission. She bared her mind open to him, just as they thrust together, causing both to let out uncontrolled groans, him at her heat and tightness and her at his size.

Both felt a flash of pain from the breaking of her hymen, and he worked to dull the sensation in her mind until it was but a passing memory. Affectionately, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips softly. Giving a nod, they pushed towards each other again, causing both to hiss in amazement as they clutched each other shakingly

"You're so tight," he panted, causing her to blush.

"You're so big," she retorted, sweat on both of their faces as they projected feelings of love and adoration to each other. Wiggling her hips to signal she was ready. She gasped at the sense of emptiness as he withdrew, her walls trying to clutch him tight. When he thrust again, bottoming out inside, both Raven and Sparrow's bodies were trembling, unable to handle the pleasurable sensations.

He continued thrusting, while she matched him blow for blow, causing the sound of flesh clapping together to fill the room as they accelerated their pace, both eager to bring the other to climax first.

Suddenly, she pushed upwards, uprooting herself and forcing Raven to lie down as she now straddled him. With a smirk, she began to rotate her hips and experimentally squeeze her vaginal muscles, causing him to hiss in pleasure.

"No fair," he bit out weakly, causing her to giggle before he thrust up hard, interrupting hre laughter with a gasp of pleasure. He leant up, sitting upright and plundering her lips in a heated kiss as she bounced up with increasing vigour, their loins growing more heated even as their tongues duelled.

"Raven-ah-I'm-cumming!" she panted out, her vaginal muscles spasming out of control and causing him to hiss as he climaxed as well, pumping his seed deep into her. He collapsed backwards, with her falling onto his chest, as the two heaved in and out, looking at each other with wondrous love.

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"Leave with me," she blurted out in a drunken daze. His eyes widened in surprise, causing her to fluster before gasping. "Shit...I…"

He clasped his hand over her mouth, pointing to the wall, and she immediately understood the message. In his mindscape, he willed them to appear side by size, sitting across each other cross legged in the gardens of the fortress where they had so often practiced sparring or occlumency.

"I-"

"We'll do it, you and me," he promised unwaveringly. She gasped, staring at disbelief and waiting for him to retract the offer. When he didn't she offered a beaming smile, almost glowing with happiness.

"Really?"

"Really," he smiled affectionately, running a hand through her hair. She leaned down for a kiss, initially chaste, but quickly deepened until the two were forced to stop for air.

"I'm glad we shared that. I...I was your first, right?" she suddenly became very nervous. His heart broke slightly as he shook his head. "Who?"

"I…"

"Who?" Sparrow demanded. He sighed.

"Orobus. She forced me. You were my first willing," he ground out, causing her to gasp before shooting an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know…"

"We should leave now," he mused mentally, changing the subject. She frowned at this, until the content of his speech registered. "The others will be hopefully drunk and unprepared to intercept us. We need to gain as much ground as possible. We'll need to get plane tickets to the West."

"Just like that?"

"We won't have a better opportunity. What are the odds we're even on the same mission in the future, let alone have a chance to leave to the West?"

"What's the plan?" she asked, reluctantly getting off him. Both allowed a sigh of lament to escape as their loins hungered for each other, before he threw her a towel to clean herself while wiping himself down with another.

"Get dressed. We'll have to travel on foot, vehicles are too conspicuous," he explained while grabbing a backpack. Tossing out most of the gear, he began stuffing hard currency, a mix of West German Marks and American Dollars. Meanwhile, she quickly put on a fresh set of civilian clothes and gathered a set for him as well.

"Here," she passed them to him, while grabbing two pistols and four extra magazines, stuffing them in the backpack. "Anything else?"

"Leave everything else, can't have gear weighing us down," he answered, clasping the belt on his waist and nodding. The two quietly snuck out of their room, relieved to see there were no other agents, and descended down the steps, and began walking down the largely deserted streets.

They continued navigating through the streets, nervously clutching each others' hands to draw comfort and reassurance. "I recognise this plaza, it's the Wasserfall Viktoriapark, the airport is just further ahead."

They crossed through the plaza, just passing the iron statue of the Prussian monument for the liberation wars when he stopped in his tracks, causing her to skid to a halt confusedly.

"Raven," the familiar voice of Orobus greeted, walking towards them, wand lazily held at her side. They looked around, to see over fifty guardians swarming into the park from all directions. "I suggest you surrender now. You might be good, but you can't take on all of us, even with the lovely Sparrow's help."

"Orobus," he greeted stiffly. "I would say it is a pleasure, but I would be lying."

He passed the duffel bag over to Sparrow, leaning into her, whispering, "When the opportunity arises, run."

Not waiting to hear her reaction, he stepped forward towards Orobus. "I don't suppose I can call in the favour you owe me?"

"I'm not letting you go," she giggled to herself.

"Of course not, but I was wondering if you could tell me how many guardians I would have to fight to escape."

"Sixty three including myself," she smiled sweetly. "Don't try it, you'll just make it harder on yourself."

But Raven wasn't listening to her taunts, but instead using passive legilimency scanning for the presence of all the guardians, only allowing a tense breath to escape when he marked all sixty three.

"Want to see a trick, Orobus?"

"It'll be an impressive one if you hope to escape."

WIth that, he sent out a burst of legilimency, ramming against the minds of all sixty three guardians. Several screams were heard from weaker guardians collapsing to the ground in aneurysms. Even Orobus was clutching her head, keeled over.

"Go!" he ground out to Sparrow, who continued to try and tug his arm. "Go!"

"I'll come back for you," she swore reluctantly, pressing a kiss to his lips. He let out a relieved sigh as he heard her footsteps sprint further away, pass Orobus who weakly reached out with a hand in a futile attempt to stop her. Raven continued to pour more energy into his legilimency attacks, despite feeling his mind begin to fracture.

His aura began to fluctuate, flaring up erratically, but he continued to will himself to attack the minds of all sixty three guardians. Blood trickled out of his nose, eyes and ears, yet he did not stop, until finally, he could hold it up no more, and blacked out.

Raven was cuffed with a magical suppressive collar along with hand cuffs and leg cuffs, while a guardian had their wand pointed at his head at all times, no doubt ready to fire a killing curse the moment trouble would arise. Sitting in the plush chair of the executive suite, he watched Orobus with contempt as she cut a piece of steak and made a production of savouring the flavours before swallowing.

"Why her?" Orobus asked, curiosity colouring her tone. "You only just met her for fuck's sake. And now you gave up everything for her?"

"You wouldn't understand," he retorted bitterly. Orobus shrugged.

"Enlighten me then. I'm more beautiful than her. More intelligent than her. More powerful than her. Yet you willingly had sex with her and not me? If I weren't so sure of myself, I'd be offended."

"She cared for me genuinely. You only used me for your own pleasure."

Orobus choked on drink, pounding a fist on the table before a rambunctious laugh escaped her lips. She waited for him to join in, but when he didn't show a flicker of emotion, her gaze turned incredulous.

"You can't...you think she cares?" Orobus giggled. "Oh, the General will find this so amusing."

"What can you do to me? You cannot unenlighten the enlightened. I've seen the truth, and you'll never crush the desire to be free. You might as well kill me now, I'll never be a loyal servant again."

"That," White's smooth voice interrupted, "is where you are wrong, Raven."

Orobus snapped to attention, sheepishly leaving the chair and taking her plate of food into her hands. White merely snorted, waving for her to sit down. Raven merely looked up challengingly at the General.

"I knew this would happen, predicted it to perfection, did I not?" he smirked. "After all, our dear minister is still safely in Kiev. But you were too focused to do basic research, no?"

"Why go through all the trouble?"

"Because I needed you to believe. Believe that you had a chance. Only to see that crushed. The only certainty you will have is serving the Union."

"She's gone," he smiled challengingly. "Safe in the West. Sparrow is well trained, you'll never find her."

"Continue to believe that. It will only bring me greater satisfaction to crush this hope," White laughed, patting him on the cheek mockingly.

"What will you do? Wipe my memories? Torture me? You've trained me to resist all those."

"No...I have something more...nostalgic planned. Where the journey ends, it begins anew; I do believe that spending more time in Kolyma will help correct your...misbehavior."

"I won't break."

"Oh, I hope you don't. Not yet, at least." With that ominous warning, the general left the room, and Raven's attention once again returned to Orobus, who was toying with her steak.

"Oh, do you want some?" she asked mockingly. "Unfortunately only the loyal get fed by the hand of the Union."

There was a bump, and she pouted. "Seems like our fun time is over. Good luck, little Raven. I'll see you on the other side."

He was hauled to his feet by two guardians while a third pointed their wand on the back of his head. Orobus waved goodbye with mocking cheer as he was frog marched off the plane. Immediately, the bitter winds outside assaulted his skin, though his magic cocooned around Raven, shielding him from the worst of the cold.

They entered the same prison halls he had entered years ago, though this time instead of through the security checkpoint, he was hauled down a flight of stairs that descended towards the basement. Roughly, he was dragged inside an mineshaft elevator and forced to his knees as one of the guardians fired two cutting curses on his back, cutting his clothes sufficiently to allow them to be ripped off with one hand, leaving him completely naked. That there were now two wounds on his back did not concern the guards.

As they descended deeper, the cold got bitterer, until they finally stopped some half a kilometer below the surface. Once again, he was forced to his feet and frogmatched along a narrow corridor.

They passed by several thick metal doors, with only a narrow slit and a small handle preventing it from being labelled a solid brick of steel. Stopping at the eighteenth cell from the entrance, the guard unlocked the door, and the two guardians forced him inside, attaching his hands and legs to chains on a metal table.

Without another word, they left, slamming the door shut. In the complete darkness, he heard the sound of the lock being closed, and the footsteps slowly echoing further away until they could no longer be heard.

-Break-

Raven focused on his occlumency, but to little avail. His magic had been sapped keeping his body sustained. Neither food nor water had been provided for three weeks, and he knew he was on the brink.

Tied to a metal table in the complete dark cell, only the slow drip of water in one corner provided any indication of time. His excrement had acclimated and hardened in his rear, attracting a variety of insects, their legs brushing against his skin almost teasingly.

He heard footsteps approaching, and dared to hope. Each day they would walk past and stop at his door before leaving once again, toying with him. He knew their game, to try and force despair unto him. Yet he refused to play along, daring to hope.

Today, it seemed it was not such a day, as the footsteps stopped short, likely two to three doors to his left. He heard the door unlock, before the footsteps slowly moved away once again.

He sighed to himself once again, trying to will himself to sleep. There was not much else to do.

-Break-

The footsteps arrived once again. He had lost count of the time, but he suspected that it must have been two months by now. The insects crawling along his body no longer bothered him, nor did the smell of excrement. His stomach, too weak to even growl, contracted painfully every now and again. His hands were strained, hanging from the chains, and he had no doubt that the skin on his wrist would be a blistering red.

He forced himself to look up, a weak, raspy chuckle escaping his lips as the door opened, revealing the harsh light of the lightbulb outside and causing his eyes to flinch as they tried to adjust.

"Ugh the smell!" the guard, uncaring to his plight, muttered, waving his wand and vanishing it. He felt a cleaning charm impact him, removing much of the dirt and grime as it pooled to the floor, a thick, black, viscous liquid. It seemed far more had accumulated than even he had expected. Looking down, he saw that his ribs visibly stuck out against his skin, a ghastly white thanks to the lack of sun.

Covering his face with a rag, the guard incanted, "Aguamenti."

Jets of cold water struck at his body mercilessly and he felt the sensation of drowning as the torrents did not stop until he very nearly did. After that, the rag was removed from his head, causing him to nearly growl at the sight.

"Hello again, Raven," Orobus waved cheerfully. "You look like you're a corpse."

"Take off these restraints and I'll make you into one," he rasped out. The guard moved to strike at him with his metal baton, but Orobus waved him off, giggling.

"Still humorous as always, love." She pouted. "We could have been so good together, you know. Why'd you have to fall for her of all people? I suppose love makes you blind, but luckily for you we're going to help you gain perspective again. Come along now."

The restraints were released, and he collapsed to the ground, legs unused to weight. Feebly, he crawled to his knees, entire body trembling. She giggled at the sight, while the guard merely snorted.

"I could still kick your ass."

"Sure, sure. Well unfortunately my lovely rear is not up for grabs here. Come along now, we don't have all day." He was hoisted to his feet, and shakily limped behind Orobus, a trio of guardians with their wands pointed behind him serving as guards.

As they reached the security checkpoint, she gigged. "I get to see you naked again, isn't this funny?"

"Very," he responded dryly, stepping into the cage, stripping the rags he wore and tossing them in a corner. He was roughly shoved through the metal door, face first into the snow, causing several prisoners to look up.

The bell sounded, causing him instinctively to rise up to his feet as he hustled towards the flatcars. Halfway there, a sniper shot clipped him on the shoulder, and a guard on the wall yelled, "You no allowed in the mines! You stay!"

Feeling several rifles trained on him, he reluctantly got up. Several eyed him hungrily, trying to appraise whether the wound he sustained had weakened Raven enough to make him easy prey. Most decided to leave him well alone, though a pair of relatively healthy men strode up. He allowed them to near, ducking underneath a punch before grabbing the nearest man and slamming him to the floor, puncturing his eyes with two fingers and using the grip to slam his head repeatedly onto the floor with successive cracks.

He heaved a sigh of relief when the others quickly dispersed, weary of angering him after the display. Frustrated, he licked his hand clean, eyeing the body and contemplated before shaking his head, the memory of Sergei's screams hauntingly echoing. He would not succumb. He had faith Sparrow would come for him. He had gained humanity, he would not lose it.

-Break-

Raven strode towards one of the barracks and entering it. There was a foul stench, and he eyed several near dead inmates feebly trying to look up at him. His stomach growled, and he knew what he had to do. A flash of Sergei's screams echoed in his mouth, and he had an apology on his lips before quashing it. 'Sorry' would help no one. He swallowed the bitter memory and steeled his resolve.

Raven walked towards one of the prisoners, whose eyes wided open, his mouth opening to form a plea, but Raven didn't allow him to voice it, snapping his neck with a 'crack' and roughly tearing off a piece of flesh from the man's arms, eating it. Despite the sallow skin being covered in grime and muck, he swallowed it all, his stomach growing happily at the first food he had in several months. He hungrily tore out another chunk, tears falling down his face at what he had to do, but continued eating hungrily, unable to deny his body. He devoured the salty blood, despite the urge to vomit it out, forcing the liquid down to quench his thirst. When he finished, he eyed the other prisoners, several who tried to get up, while others seemed resigned to their fates.

Not satisfied, and knowing he needed to build up his strength, he stalked towards his second victim, an eldery woman who let out a scream before he snapped her neck, and began hungrily eating again. He paid little attention when several other prisoners entered the complex, letting out horrified screams and trying to drag him away from devouring them. He paid little attention when those prisoners were overwhelmed by other hungry inmates who charged in to feast as well. He only stopped to defend his food from other opportunists, engaging in several fights, until he had consumed sufficient food to feel his energy returning. Tears still colouring his cheeks, he stalked out of the building, blood on his mouth.

Author note:

Sorry for the slight pause in release, only the one for today, as I had to go to the hospital for my foot. Don't worry, nothing to serious, but alas less typing today. My first sex scene, nobody is more surprised this happened than I am, to be honest. I was planning to skip it over, but just couldn't bring myself to. Without it, there isn't the same emotional weight that I feel the story deserves, though you are, of course, free to enjoy the story however you choose. I know many of you will be discomforted by this, so included the warning. For those expecting smut, well I have no personal experience to speak of, and beyond sex ed, well...it's mostly guess work on my part. It's certainly not going to win any steamy awards, that's for sure. As always, it's your comments, favourites, likes, just engagement in general that keeps me going and pushing myself beyond my comfort zone for chapters like this. Like it? Hate it? Tell me in the comments!