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Chapter 22Dorian stood with his back toward the door, pushing Severus rather violently into the wall across from the doorway. One hand pinned his shoulder to the wall while the other tightened and loosened reflexively around the taller man's neck.
All sense of sanity was gone from the emerald eyes, instead glinting with a maniacal gleam that neither Remus nor Voldemort had ever need before—not even during the Ministry raid.
"You are mine," Dorian hissed in fury, still oblivious to the presence of the other men. "You belong to me and no other. All that you are, all that you have is mine."
Severus nodded rather frantically, trying to soothe his pet.
"I do not share."
Severus continued to nod his agreement, uncertain if he should speak yet, although it was clear that Dorian was finally calming down again with every agreement.
"You will never look at another again, will you Severus?" Dorian purred, fully calmed by his mate's acquiescence.
"I have never strayed," Severus said softly.
Dorian hissed in anger, his fury returned at lightning speed by Severus' denial. "Do not presume to lie to me. You belong to me. You are my mate."
His hand tightened around Severus' throat, causing Severus to shoot a panicked look to the men who stood in the doorway, watching the scene in shock.
Remus came to his rescue with a timely distraction. "Dorian? Cub? Why don't you let Severus go now? He's not going to go anywhere, and it is just family here now."
Dorian turned slowly, his hand slipping from his master's throat to rest on his chest instead, still keeping the taller man firmly pinned to the wall. His glowing eyes swept over Remus and Lord Voldemort slowly, before turning to fully face them, keeping his back to Severus' chest so that he could not move.
"This is my human."
"We have no wish to challenge you," Remus said soothingly, taking another step back and giving him more space.
Voldemort followed him, deeming it politic to imitate his ally's godfather rather than try to deal with this on his own.
"His seed is mine."
"We will not attempt to keep him from you," Remus assured him. "We know that he is your mate."
"The other human tried to take my young from me."
Remus and Voldemort exchanged a confused look for a moment, unable to follow what appeared to be a rather large leap in logic.
Severus understood and spoke again, keeping his voice as soothing as possible. "I had no intention of touching that boy. I would never have had sex with him, much less given him a child. Merlin, it's not even possible!" he muttered, growing exasperated with the situation.
Dorian hissed irritably. "You will give young to me and no other."
Remus pulled his attention away from Severus again, sensing that Dorian was too out of control to focus on his mate right now without causing him damage. "The other human could not have carried your mate's children. Humans cannot breed like Incubi can."
Dorian merely hissed in irritation and confusion, refusing to answer.
"We do not dispute your claim to him," Voldemort said soothingly, letting a bit of a sibilant hiss in his words to comfort his ally.
Dorian calmed slightly and took a half step away, allowing Severus to finally breathe deeply.
"You know that he is mine?"
"We would never attempt to stand between you and your mate. It is as Nature herself demands," Remus said softly.
"She gave him to me, and the human tried to take him away," defending his earlier actions and ensuring that the other men understood his claim over Severus.
"You are right—Nature did give Severus to you and no one could ever take him away from you. The other human did not understand that. He did not have a true understanding of your relationship as a mated pair. Had he known, he would have never approached your mate."
"The other humans understand though?"
"I will endeavor to clarify their understanding tonight," Voldemort said firmly.
A knock sounded on the door and then it was pushed open without awaiting a response.
Lucius stepped inside. "I apologize for the wait, my Lord."
Dorian all but roared at the intrusion, once more pushing Severus violently into the wall.
Remus winced in sympathy, knowing that Severus' back must be black and blue from Dorian's rough treatment of him.
"You will leave my human alone."
Remus shoved Lucius behind his back, keeping him as far away as possible from the volatile Incubus.
"Has he been like this the entire time?" Lucius asked, as quietly as he could.
"No, only now. Why is he so much more threatened by Lucius than he is by us?" Remus murmured to the other men, wracking his memory to try to think if Sirius had behaved in a similar fashion during his fits.
Voldemort turned back to Dorian and took a cautious step forward. "Lucius has no desire for Severus. He is human. He cannot breed with your mate. He is no more threat to your claim over your mate than your godfather or I."
Dorian stared at him blankly before responding. "The human can breed. I can smell it on him. The werewolf cannot. The moon takes the young from him. And you cannot breed at all any longer. Not since you were reborn."
Voldemort looked to Remus in question, and Remus murmured his confirmation. "Werewolves can occasionally get pregnant but we miscarry at each full moon. The cubs cannot take the transformation."
Voldemort nodded his understanding, and did not bother to inform his soldiers of the status of his own sexual abilities. He focused instead on Dorian. "Lucius can still have sexual intercourse with another person, but he has neither the desire for men nor the ability to carry a man's child. You alone can do that. We are no threat to you."
Lucius stepped out from behind Remus, thinking the situation had been absolved with his Lord's simple but reasonable explanation.
Dorian leaped toward him, an unearthly part-growl, part-scream tearing itself from his throat.
Remus hastily pushed the blond behind himself again, sending a silent prayer to the gods that the foolish man would remain there this time.
"Dorian, pet," Severus said, stepping closer to the raging Incubus. "Lucius meant no harm. You know he is practically a brother to me."
"Not helpful," Remus whispered. "Incubi have somewhat…twisted views of family relations. Remember his activities with his father…"
Severus winced. While he was relatively certain the two had never had penetrative sex, they had most definitely engaged in threesomes together, as well as some other activities he tried not to think about.
The culture of Incubi was something that he, as a fully human being, would have little chance of completely understanding.
"Your mate has remained true to you," Voldemort said firmly. "You would know if he had truly strayed. The other human did desire him, and you defended your claim and rid yourself of the competition. There have been no others who wish to challenge your claim to him."
Severus laid his hand hesitantly on his sub's shoulder. Dorian spun around to face him, nearly startling Severus into backing away. He stood his ground.
"You know that you are the only one I want," Severus said soothingly.
Dorian made a low noise of assent, and looked up into his Master's eyes.
The frenzied madness and anger was finally starting to leave the green eyes, albeit slowly.
"I will give children to none but you."
Dorian nodded, and calmed some more at the open admission that he alone would bear Severus' children. "Only me, Sir."
Severus glanced at Remus out of the corner of his eye. Both of them recognizing that with the use of his title, Dorian was returning to his right mind, however slowly.
"You will be the bearer of my children. Only you. I want no one else."
"Yes Sir. You'll not give someone else my young," he confirmed again, needing to hear the words one more time.
"Of course not. I am your mate. It is only fitting that I give you babes."
"You will give them to me now?"
"You have displeased me with your distrust."
Dorian whimpered low in his throat, distressed at the thought of hurting his mate.
Severus decided that Dorian was stable enough to pull him firmly back to his place. "On your knees, boy," he ordered harshly, willing to pull out all the stops. It was rare that he resorted to calling his pet 'boy,' but if there was ever an occasion that demanded it, this was certainly it.
Dorian collapsed to his knees immediately, his hands obediently resting on his thighs, his head bowed low.
A single glare from Severus encouraged the others to leave the room.
Voldemort led the way into the sitting room, where the three men stood for a moment in silence.
"I…I've never seen…" Lucius said, at a loss for words. The image of his leader collapsing with such ease and grace and—damn it! Such relief—into such a subservient position had shocked the very words from him. He had learned shortly before that they were in a relationship like that, but it had not seemed entirely real. Somehow, watching his friend order for the Prince was radically different from watching such complete and obviously familiar dominance.
"Dorian needs that. He needs the relationship he has with Severus to be the way that it is. He needs the control and the dominance," Remus explained softly.
"Thank Merlin for that," Voldemort muttered. "Can you imagine what would have happened if Dorian was the Dom in that relationship?"
"He would have taken Severus right there in the ballroom, in front of everyone," Remus muttered, blushing to even think of it. Severus would have been horrified.
"Gods, he was terrifying enough as it is," Lucius said. "If someone who is naturally a sub can get that violent and domineering when he is breeding then I shudder to think of what he would have been like if he was a natural Dom."
"Was his father this violent?" Voldemort inquired.
"He didn't actually kill anyone, but a large part of that was that Lily understood what was happening immediately and withdrew to one of the Black holdings. Not to mention that Sirius only ever faced a few potential 'threats' to the woman he wanted, not a ballroom full of them. And of course, Lily was not his actual mate, which had to have dulled the possessiveness."
"Do you think he'll will allow the Prince to get pregnant?" Lucius asked, mind racing as he tried to envision a heavily pregnant young leader storming the Ministry. Morgana, what a disaster that would be.
"He couldn't even if he tried," Remus said. "Severus uses the proper spells at least once a week, usually on Wednesdays. The spell was just renewed a few days ago, and it can last safely for up to two weeks."
"And how long will this breeding madness last?" Voldemort asked dryly. "From what it sounded like, he will remain like this until he either carries Severus' child or is dead."
"It might. We really don't know. Severus is one of the best Doms I have ever heard of though, and if anyone can keep a raging Incubus in line, it's him," Remus said.
"Do you think that Severus can keep the Prince under control and in his mind almost indefinitely?" Voldemort asked.
Remus shrugged. "It's hard to say. I doubt it though. We can only hope that he keeps Dorian distracted for long enough for Severus to come up with a better plan."
"I certainly hope that he has a restorative potion in there," Lucius said, finally managing a weak smirk.
Remus laughed softly. "The top drawer in the bedside table is full of them. High libido or not, no human can possibly match a teenaged Incubus desire for desire. Don't tell Severus that I told you that though. He likes to pretend that he can more than keep up with Dorian."
"I need my leader fit to lead an army," Voldemort said irritably. "Pregnant of not, I need him aware and ready to fight. Fix this."
Remus nodded, sobering quickly. "I will speak with the researchers and Cassandra. Hopefully when Severus can get away we will have some basic research started for a suppressing potion for Dorian. If Severus can manage to suppress the werewolf at the full moon, he can certainly handle a breeding Incubus."
"Do you think you could convince the Prince to take it? How can we possibly fight him? Forget his magical strength—just look at his weapons as an Incubus! It takes a bare second to have the entire building lying on the ground panting for him, completely unable to move. If he wants to resist he can do so without effort." Lucius exclaimed.
"If anyone can get that potion down his throat it is Snape," Voldemort said. "Collect the soldiers. I have something to discuss with them," he hissed, pulling his wand out and running his fingers along the light colored wood.
Lucius paled once more and nodded quickly. He recognized when his Lord was in the mood for a bit of torture. If had been a long time since he had last taken his frustration out on his solders, but given recent events and the soldiers' involvement in the current predicament, it was not terribly surprising that he was turning to them once more for anger management. "As you wish, my Lord."
"Stay," Voldemort hissed to Remus as he started to follow them out. "Assist Severus should Dorian be pushed out of control again."
Lucius and Voldemort stepped out of the room leaving Remus alone to intervene should he sense that Severus needed assistance.
Remus slowly started dismantling some of the stronger silencing charms that separated the sitting room from the bedroom, so he could hear Severus if he called for help. He could only hope that the weaker charms would block out any noises that he did not want to hear from his cub.
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Severus stared down at his sub, trying to reorient himself.
Gods, his mind was still racing from the insanity that he had been faced with since the evening began.
His body ached from the cruciatus curse and from the rough handling he had received from his normally gentle and submissive lover. It didn't shame him to admit that he had been scared out of his mind for a time there.
He had long known that Dorian might be able to carry a child. That had come as no surprise—the wolf had done a nauseatingly thorough job of detailing the possibility years before shortly after the first time he had brought the boy to his bed.
He had not been expecting him to be ready to breed now—that was for damn sure. The boy was still quite young, and he had assumed that the desire to breed would wait until he was in his twenties as Black had done.
Evidently not.
Dorian shifted nervously, forcing Severus' attention back to the smaller young man. He had Dorian under control right now and he could not risk losing his attention.
He moved to stand firmly in front of him, his legs slightly spread.