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I am so sorry I haven't updated this in so long. I've been busy with a lot of things and the drive that all my stories were on got toasted so I lost everything. I've managed to gather some things but am still missing quite a few stories. If I sent you anything or if you copied and pasted them to read on your own, anything like that, would you please send them to me?

Chapter 30

"Atani." Draco whispered, his breath hot against his ear, "Do you want to? Are you ready?"

Atani rubbed his cheek against his shoulder, "Would love to." He smiled at the blonde and laid a soft kiss on the uncovered part of his shoulder.

The blonde pulled him into a soul searing kiss. His tongue exploring every dip and ridge of his partner's mouth. Atani moaned into it, wrapping his arms around his counterpart as he was pressed beneath him. They kissed until they had to pull back to breathe. Draco's hands ran over him, slowly stripping him of his clothes. Atani became lost in sensation, the feel of silky skin sliding against his own, lips devouring his own, and the sharp pleasure/pain of being taken for the first time.

A low whimper escaped his lips when Draco stilled, waiting for him to adjust, "You alright? Want me to stop?"

Atani glared at him, "Don't you dare stop but you had better move soon." He groaned lowly, "Please Drac, please move."

He smiled down at him, captured his lips in a sweet kiss, and complied, giving him a soft snap. Their bodies moved in tandem, creating a dance of pleasure, of want, of desire. The two snakes moved as one, sweet sounds and admissions of love escaped their lips as the dance went on, seeming to never end. Their movements became frantic, each trying to give as much pleasure as they were receiving, each trying to send the other over the edge first.

"Atani!" Draco cried, burying himself deep inside for a final time, sealing their bond with his essence.

Atani let out a cry of pleasure, arching his back, reaching his peak at nearly the same time as his counterpart, "Drac!" His cry echoed, his nails dug into his shoulders. They collapsed on the silken sheets, their sweat slicked bodies entwined around each other, "Drac, I'm all sticky." He whispered, blushing brightly.

"Comfy." The blonde murmured against his shoulder.

He whined, "Drac, get up, I'm sticky." A mumble escaped his lips as he slowly pulled away, rolling off his mate. He smiled and gave him a soft kiss, "Come take a bath with me Drac." He crawled out of bed, making his way towards the bathroom.

He sighed and rolled out of bed, "Was comfy and you had to want to move." He pulled Atani to the bathroom and was surprised to find a hot bath already waiting for them.

Immediately they sank into it, Atani cuddling against his chest. The two boys washed each other and relaxed in the sweat smelling water, neither one ready to move or leave the other. It was an hour before they were disturbed by a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Atani shouted.

"Seraph." Came the reply, "The two of you need to come out, now."

He whined, "Why?"

Seraph growled, "Your father has ordered it and you will come out now. I expect you out this door in ten minutes."

Grumbling about the unfairness of it, the two of them crawled out of the bathtub to dry off. Donning the black robes that had been left at the foot of their bed, neither worried about how they had gotten there or how their bed had been cleaned up, house elves at their finest. Seraph was waiting for them outside the door; Atani wished he could see his face so he would have an idea of his emotions. Without a word the two teens were lead through the halls by the masked elite. Seraph lead them into the large meeting hall, a place they hadn't been before. Voldemort was seated at the end of the room on a large comfortable chair. Death Eaters were near the front of the room, the other elites no where to be seen. Seraph lead the two of them forward, kneeling for a moment in front of the Dark Lord before standing to his right. The two boys weren't sure what they were supposed to do. Draco kneeled like Seraph had but didn't move until he was acknowledged. Atani looked confused; he had no idea what to do. He knew he wasn't supposed to kneel but what was he to do?

Voldemort smiled at him, "Atani, come, sit." With a wave of his wand he conjured a chair for him to sit on. He looked down at Draco, "Rise young dragon." Draco stood and looked at the Dark Lord, waiting for what he wanted him to do, "Stand next to Seraph." He ordered and the blonde complied, "The war has begun!" He exclaimed, "And soon we shall strike into the heart of the wizarding world. Soon we shall take down the ministry, and soon Hogwarts shall fall as well." Cheers erupted from the Death Eaters below, "Dumbledore has fallen as you well know and the light's 'Golden Boy', my son, is here." He motioned to Atani, "Tomorrow we take Azkaban."