Chapter 81: Because The Night Belongs to Lovers

"Is your hand alright," Regulus asked

Kreacher blinked in confusion, then glanced down at his palm where Raislen had cut him for the wedding ceremony. "It is fine. Only a little blood." Regulus caught Kreacher's hand in his and studied the tiny red cut on the elf's palm. Raising it to his lips, he sucked lightly on the wound, flicking his tongue over it so that it would close. Treating it like a vampire bite would heal any wound faster as long as it was small enough. "That is nice," Kreacher breathed, eyes drifting closed as he sighed, leaning into Regulus.

"Don't bloody pass out of a bloodgasm on our bloody wedding night," Regulus laughed and Kreacher smiled lazily up at him.

"Kreacher didn't," the elf protested, then sat up rather sluggishly as Regulus released his hand. Glancing at his nearly healed palm, Kreacher smiled. "Master Regulus is a wonder," he murmured.

Regulus shrugged, giving a slight smile in return. "Not truly. Any vampire can do that, though no other vampires shall be touching you. When you are turned, of course you shall heal as fast as I do." He showed his own palm. It hadn't a single trace of having been cut save for a small bit of dried blood on the surface of his skin. The wound was supposed to bleed a little, after all, and though the flesh healed, if blood was left behind, it would of course remain until washed away. Kreacher lifted Regulus's hand to his mouth, much as Regulus had done to his a few moments earlier. The elf's tongue flicked over the sensitive skin of Regulus's palm, cleaning the few blood droplets away. Regulus groaned. "That feels amazing and you aren't even a vampire yet. You always did have a magic touch, though." Smirking against Regulus's hand, Kreacher grazed his teeth over the same place he'd just licked clean of blood. Regulus groaned again as lightning like flashes of desire zipped through his body like living currents. The way Kreacher touched him, the elf never had to worry that Regulus could ever look elsewhere. What mattered was a close mental connection and extremely gratifying physical satisfaction, which Kreacher provided both of in spades. Reaching for Kreacher's tunic, Regulus drew it over his head as Kreacher had done when removing his robe earlier. Pushing the elf onto his back on the bed, Regulus leaned over him, his shoulder length black hair falling on either side of his face like a curtain as he met Kreacher's gaze. "Never think I could love anyone but you, ever. I never wish to see a repeat of the way you got upset over my interaction with Dora today," he said. Kreacher opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Regulus was kissing him. Kreacher returned the kiss hungrily, hands reaching up to twine in Regulus's hair as their bodies ground together. A simple kiss could unleash mindless desire in both of them and usually did. For a moment or three they eagerly surrendered to it. Eventually Kreacher twisted his head to the side, breaking the kiss to gasp for air. His hands moved down from Regulus's hair to clutch at his naked shoulders. "Kreacher just had a silly moment with Dora. He knows Master Regulus only loves him, truly...But he...what he wants is to have all of Master Regulus, then such things would never even come into Kreacher's mind."

Regulus blinked, frowning down into Kreacher's face. The elf's round blue eyes were steady and implacable on Regulus's own as he gazed back. "What ever do you mean by that? Of course you have all of me! Hell, Kreacher you always have! Everything I've done, stupid or not was for love of you!"

Kreacher bit at his lower lip, giving his head a slight shake of negation. "No. Kreacher does not have all of Master Regulus when Master Regulus is giving himself to pain, regret and depression rather than to Kreacher."

Regulus stared into his friend's eyes for several seconds, searching for any hint that Kreacher was still angry with him over inadvertently leaving him alone for so long, but he only saw raw unconditional love staring back at him from Kreacher's gaze. "Very well...I did try, but I shall try even harder, because all I want is to be with you," he said.

"Good," Kreacher said, tone satisfied as he drew Regulus down for another kiss. They became lost in one another then, with no more need for words for several more hours. It was their wedding night, and they reveled in the celebration of it, having one another in as many ways as they could manage. Tonight each time felt more intense than the next, as if the more they got, the more they needed. Rather than growing satiated, they only became more hungry for what the other could give. It was as if the bonding of their magical wedding had added some extra dimension to their passion. Eventually Regulus forced himself to roll away from Kreacher across the bed after one bout of incredible shagging ended, and before another could begin. "You need to eat something," he insisted. "You haven't eaten all day."

Smirking, Kreacher fleetingly ran his tongue over pink lips swollen by impassioned kisses as he made to reach between Regulus's naked thighs. "Kreacher doesn't mind if he does," he murmured and Regulus gave a breathy chuckle as he felt himself growing hard again in response. "No! You should really have food, Love."

Kreacher frowned, a definite look of sulk settling over his face. "Kreacher isn't going to waste away. He isn't very hungry, and right now he doesn't feel like making food if he is honest."

Regulus nodded, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "That's why we shall hire a servant to cook for you and take care of general household chores that I don't want you having to deal with." Standing he reached for his robe and tugged it on without bothering with underpants because he didn't plan to keep it on for long. He simply needed to be decent if he ran into Dora downstairs.

"What is Master Regulus doing," Kreacher grumbled. Sitting up on the deliciously rumpled bed, he peered over at Regulus as best he could in the darkened room.

"I'm going to make you something to eat," Regulus said. "Come with me if you like or you can wait here, and I'll bring it to you in bed."

Kreacher groaned and leapt lightly from the bed, snatching his tunic from the floor and hurriedly pulling it on. "Kreacher will do it," he said with a sigh.

Regulus shook his head and frowned in mild exasperation. "I want to do this for you. I want to take care of you. It's our wedding night and you shouldn't have to make food."

"But Master Regulus can't make food, and he shouldn't have to serve Kreacher," the elf protested.

Regulus sighed, heading for the door. "Though your lack of faith is rather insulting, especially as you're always on about my brilliance, I wasn't planning to actually cook. I can gather together some fresh vegetables, fruit and bread or something."

"It is merely that Master Regulus is too good to cook," Kreacher said loftily.

"Kreacher is certain he could learn if he cared to, but it would be a dreadful waste of his time."

"You are probably right. Cooking doesn't truly hold my interest, so I likely would not enjoy it," Regulus freely admitted. "I do enjoy taking care of you when you let me, though, and I can put together some food for you without cooking. Tonight you shall let me do this," he added firmly, then opened the bedroom door and strolled out into the hallway. He took the stairs quickly, leaving Kreacher to catch up. Shamelessly using his vampiric speed so Kreacher couldn't intercept him and take over his food project, Regulus raced into the large dark kitchen. He didn't bother with light due to not needing it to see in the dark. The fact he had no idea where anything was did slow him a bit, though, and Kreacher made it into the kitchen while Regulus was still searching for enough food to make a decent meal. He'd found bread, and had just cut a slice and put it on a plate when he heard Kreacher grumbling almost under his breath from the doorway. "Oh Kreacher! There you are. Good then," he said in a tone of false cheerfulness. "Have we any butter?"

"Perhaps," Kreacher said after a pause. "Kreacher shall have to look."

"What about cheese," Regulus asked.

"No. Kreacher has not had time to shop, as we returned so recently."

"I understand that, but I know how amazingly strong your preservation spells are, so if there was any from before, I am certain it would still be fine."

Kreacher gestured and the room filled with soft light. "Some of us still need light to see," the elf grumbled. He stalked around the kitchen, producing butter and a block of ham. "As Kreacher thought, there is no cheese, but this ham looks good, and it shall go well with the bread and butter," the elf pronounced." Pushing Regulus out of the way, he arranged the food to his satisfaction in under three seconds. Regulus grinned.

"Well you are far faster than me," he admitted.

"Right, Kreacher is," the elf said around a full mouth. Regulus didn't bother to hide his amused expression at his friend's obvious enjoyment of the hastily made open faced sandwich. "It seems Kreacher was hungry after all," the elf decided after swallowing the first bite.

"Understandable," Regulus proclaimed gravely. "You did work up quite the appetite." Kreacher came to lean against Regulus's side while making short work of the rest of the sandwich. When he finished, Regulus retrieved a silver goblet from the set hanging on a wrack along the far wall and moved to the ornate copper water pitcher his Mum always kept on the great stone kitchen table. He filled the cup to the brim. "Here. You'll need to stay hydrated."

The soft look Kreacher gave him as he took the cup nearly melted Regulus's hart. Kreacher drained the cup then went to fill it again. "For Master Regulus," he said with a tender smile, then drained that one as well.

"Thank you," Regulus said and Kreacher shrugged slightly, nodding.

"Now let us return to our bedchamber. There are still a few hours for Kreacher to enjoy the charms of Master Regulus before the sun rises."

Regulus felt a smile curving his lips. "That sounds like a most excellent plan. Kreacher is always wise."