Author: HatefulRodeo
Story: Only Black in Name
Notes: I'M BACK BITCHES! Anyway enjoy the update!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I will make no money from the posting of this story.
Previously:
The grey eyed wizard nodded haughtily before sending Kreacher away, assuring the elf that he and Severus could see to the cleaning and cooking for a little while so there was nothing to worry about. Regulus huffed and added the purchasing of a new House-elf to his list of things to do. He leaned back into his love's strong chest when Severs sidled up behind him, snuggling into his partner's taller body.
"Take me to bed, Severus." With little effort his lover swept Regulus into his arms and carried him bridal style to their bedroom where the older man stripped Regulus slowly, pressing loving kisses to the soft skin of Regulus' chest, belly and thighs.
The younger wizard knew nothing sexual was happening; all of Severus' touches and kisses were out of love and the desire to show just how much he adored Regulus. After he was naked Severus cast the necessary spells on their mouths and bodies so they would be clean and ready for bed.
He found himself smiling at his love's caring ways and when Severus finally slipped into their bed, equally nude of course, he wrapped his arm around the elder's waist and held him tight, using Severus' toned chest as a pillow. Together the two men slowly slipped into sleep; each relieved that there were two less Horcruxes left in their world.
~*~*~*Chapter 11*~*~*~
Regulus sat in the library; a book in hand as he watched Kreacher show the newest elf the way Master Regulus took his tea. It was quite amusing to see the little House Elf eagerly absorb every word the aged elf spoke. The Black heir knew Dobby would be a good addition to their household, even if he was a bit nervous.
But the nerves would settle once the young creature understood that he would not be abused or punished like he was at Malfoy Manor. Regulus may be cruel at times but he did not subscribe to the spare the rod belief. He treated his servants with respect; they were dead useful and a loyal House Elf could do many things a fully trained wizard could not. Kreacher apparated into a cave and saved him when it was supposed to be impossible.
As he watched the elves chatter back and forth over a steaming cup of tea Regulus still had yet to drink he thought about how he came to own Dobby. It was merely coincidence, a fortuitous one to be sure, but a coincidence none the less. He'd merely mentioned the need of another elf in a letter to Narcissa and low and behold Dobby was sent bearing his cousin's next missive.
The note explained that Dobby just did not fit into their home and she would be happy to gift the elf to Regulus as a thank you for helping secure her future should Lucius come to a nasty end. That news took a minute to sink in and in that time the little elf began to shake and beg for forgiveness. What Dobby needed to be forgiven for Regulus would never know but he'd stopped the elf's abuse of his skull against the door frame quickly, ordering Dobby to never hurt himself again.
Those large bulbous eyes then filled with tears as Dobby proclaimed Regulus as the best master in the world and he was honored to serve the Noble House of Black. And serve he did; the young being took his role as Regulus and Severus' servant seriously, learning everything he needed to know from Kreature with a fervor that rivalled Severus on an ingredient hunt.
After a week the elf was doing well, if a bit nervous at time, but it was fading especially when no blows or other injuring were given to the elf when he messed something up. Narcissa truly was a moron to get rid of this loyal little elf. However, her loss was Regulus' gain and he was not one to look gift Hippogrifs in the mouth.
So Dobby became the elf in training for their home in the Vosges while Kreature would tend to Grimmauld and Walburga's ever growing needs. The aged elf would still pop in when he was done with Dobby's training to ensure he was doing well and caring for his beloved Master and Master's partner as Kreature would himself.
Things were going well all elf shenanigans aside. Narcissa now had her slush vault as a backup as well as a promise from Regulus to stand by her and her unborn child. That more than anything opened up the avenues for conversation between them; Narcissa would often scroll a small note, detailing the goings on in Malfoy Manor; who was coming and going, what the chatted about, etc.
It gave Regulus another avenue to procure information to give to Dumbledore; so far they'd stopped a raid by alerting the Aurors and snatched several young Death Eaters, saving them from a life of forced servitude. Regulus, himself, provided a large, non-familial Manor house for the turned Death Eaters to stay in. Their families were of course distraught when the news of their children's' disappearance came out but they would live.
After all most of those families in one way or another pushed their sons, daughters and kin to serve a monster. They received no pity nor sympathy from Regulus. As a matter of fact he took great pride on seeing these young people, most his own age or a little older, flourish in an environment with no pressure from their family's and their ridiculous expectations.
Many had talent to spare and would go on to have good and productive lives once the war was over and they could emerge to rejoin the wizarding world.
On a not so happy note Bellatrix was now spiraling out of control, hexing and cursing animals, creatures and humans at the drop of a hat. Narcissa had voiced her concerns in one of her more recent letters, pleading with Regulus to do something to help her beloved sister before she was beyond saving.
The Black heir was in agreement but could not go forward without having the Lestrange brothers on board with him. No one could know she was in Mungo's; Voldemort would no doubt come for his minion, not out of loyalty but out of need. Bella, while mad as a hatter, was a spectacular dueler and formidable opponent. Losing her would be losing one of his best Death Eaters and that was something the Dark Lord would not accept or like.
They all needed to be on the same page; Bella left in a rage and disappeared. It wasn't inconceivable that the woman would be her own end. Finally going too far and killing herself in her writhing madness but one word from Rabastan or Rodolphus would have the crimson eyed devil on the hunt and that was not something anyone wanted, at all.
He'd have to find a way to covertly speak to one of the Lestrange men and pitch his idea. He believed they would be on board with the plan since neither man was particularly fond of Bella or her antics. But they were stuck with her for now but if they could be rid of her then why shouldn't they take the shot and see if they could get her out of the way and attain help for her at the same time.
So much could go wrong but they would need to take risks in order to win and this was one of those calculated risks. He'd take Severus with him when he confronted either Rabastan or Rodolphus; his lover would Obliviate them if things got out of hand but he hoped it would not come to that but who knew how things would really go...Someone idiot once thought a cheese cauldron was a good idea and look how well that turned out.
Sighing, he finally asked for his tea and happily took the proffered cup from a sheepishly smiling Dobby; truly the elf was quite amusing to the stoic Black heir. Once his tea was set on the table next to him two small pops were heard, announcing that the two elves were now elsewhere for yet another lesson on keeping a house to the Black standard.
Chuckling, the grey eyed wizard summoned the notebook from Dumbledore and began to compose his letter. He desired to know more about Tom Marvolo Riddle and so far his search had turned up nothing. Aside from a few awards during his Hogwarts years and amazing O.W.L.'s and N.E.W.T.'s the boy was never mentioned at all after he left school.
It was odd that no one had anything on this Riddle fellow, lending credence to the idea that this teen was the Dark Lord. It boggled the mind that the monster he served was once a teen; learning at Hogwarts, playing Gobstones and maybe even playing Quidditch. Of course Regulus knew fundamentally that Voldemort didn't just appear out of thin air; he needed to come from somewhere but how did a once Head Boy and prodigious academic become a snake faced megalomaniac?
It truly scrambled his brain to wonder what happened to his Lord to make him this way if he was in fact the young man called Tom Marvolo Riddle once. Dumbledore had to know the teen at least in passing since they were at Hogwarts at the same time. The Headmaster was the then Transfiguration professor at the time while Riddle was a brilliant student; no doubt gulping down any and all magical knowledge.
And if Regulus was correct Riddle would have treasured any bit of magic he could. Riddle was not a pureblood name nor was it a name of a prominent half-blood family; Riddle was a muggleborn of that Regulus had little doubt of. Unless the boy was an orphaned pureblood and left at an orphanage to be adopted by a muggle family. Hell the workers at the home may have named to boy; who knew.
But Dumbledore would at least have something to say and that was more than Regulus had now. It was a risk confiding in the Headmaster but at this point the raven had no leads or ideas where more Horcruxes could be and since the aged Headmaster always seemed to know it the entire Black heir decided to churn the waters a bit and see what rose out of the murky depths.
Also, he wanted an update about his brother. He knew Sirius was alive and healing but not much else and Regulus wanted a full in depth report of his brother's state. Severus' hex was vicious and almost always deadly. Even when it healed it could spontaneously rip open if all the Dark magic was not cleansed out of it. For some reason he had a feeling this was the case.
Lily and Poppy may be good Healers but Dark Healers they were not. Certain steps must be taken to bleed any malevolent energy out of the wound before mending it. And knowing how much his lover despised Sirius Regulus knew that hex was full of hatred, loathing and murder. He'd allowed the Order it's time to heal his brother but now the grey eyed male wanted to know how his brother faired, truly.
Placing his quill back in its holder on the side table Regulus surveyed his missive; it was short and wary. A few lines inquiring as to who Tom Riddle was and if Dumbledore remembered him. He stated he'd come across the name in Lucius' study; a total lie but who would know? No one. However, his lines regarding Sirius' wellbeing were longer and filled with dominance, demanding to know his siblings state after a few weeks of laying low.
Content with the content he closed the missive and waited for the old man to get back to him. For now he would wait it out and see if Dumbledore would be helpful in his and Severus' plan. HE couldn't think of one reason why the man wouldn't want to offer some form of help. They were all working toward the same end goal; the destruction of the Dark Lord.
But Albus Dumbledore was a wily old coot and nothing was ever simple with the aged wizard so Regulus was ready to dance around the man to get what he wanted. He was no dunce and could parry and dodge with words with the best of them.
For now he would bide his time and get his platypi in row. He'd been neglecting his mother and his responsibilities as the Black heir and now he would have to remedy that. No doubt an afternoon sipping tea with the harpy that bore him was in order; maybe he could invite Cissa to join him.
Walburga always loved Narcissa; his blonde cousin was beautiful, poised and somewhat clever. Not to mention she'd married well and was now pregnant with a pure-blooded child. In his mother's book Narcissa Malfoy nee Black was a model for all witches to follow. That his cousin was married to a Death Eater was to be praised as well.
Truly, his mother was a depraved woman with skewed morals and an unhinged outlook on life. She and Sirius were so dead set on being right that it never dawned on them how alike they were. Both full of fire and passion; never compromising or backing down. Yes, Siri and Walburga were two peas in a very fucked up pod.
Regulus on the other hand took after his dad; quiet but watchful and preferring peace to blows. However, if roused he was formidable and would stick with his convictions to the very end. Whereas Sirius and his mom were a violent storm Regulus was the earth; stable, strong but could move from under you and crush you in a moment.
IT suited him just fine. Some would call him weak minded and shallow willed but Regulus preferred it to flying off the handle like a demented shrew when someone disagreed with you. But Severus could attest to Regulus' fire both in and out of the sheets. His lover had been on the receiving end of the youngest Black's anger more than once and as formidable as Severus was he had to interest in incurring Regulus; ire again.
Truly the two of them were a matched pair, a set. Both had their strengths and weaknesses but they honest enough to admit them to each other. They were also humble enough to except help from the other when they needed it. Pride was great but when you cut your nose to spite your face the only one who lost was you. Regulus had no interest in losing; thank you very much!
With a sigh he sipped his lovely tea and began to doze happily in his cozy hair. Times were hard right now so these moments to just sit were nice and if he was going to see his mother he needed to calm his mind and relax his body or he might just bludgeon her to death with her damned troll foot umbrella stand; hideous thing that stand was.
Regulus was pleasantly vacant until he felt a hand undoing his house robe and a hot mouth moving over his flaccid penis, feeling a hum of appreciation flow through his hardening shaft at the lack of undergarments. Cracking an eye open he saw his older lover on his knees in-between his spread thighs, lovingly suckling on his cock as he pleasured himself.
The Black heir couldn't help but moan as he watched Severus falate him as he jacked himself off. It was so erotic to see such a strong, domineering man on his knees, sucking him off like a five knut slut. Mmmmmm dear Merlin Sev knew exactly how to move and twist to get Regulus to the edge.
Before long the elder of the two was taking his partner's cock into his throat and swallowing greedily around the head as he moaned at the taste of Regulus' pre-cum dribbling down hi relaxed throat. The smaller raven was in euphoria as he was given one of the blowjobs of his young life and soon his hips were thrusting forward so push more of his cock into his lover's mouth.
Severus took it all without complaint; his hand moving faster on his own member as they both sped toward their mutual ends. Regulus' orgasm smashed into him when Severus' lubed finger shoved itself into his ass harshly before jabbing his prostate viciously, wringing his orgasm from him with an abruptness that left him speechless.
His seed gushed out only to be swallowed greedily by the man kneeling on the floor. Regulus was unaware how long he sat there with his eyes closed, just breathing deeply and trying to calm himself down but when he opened still hazed eyes he saw Severus on his knees, his head on pillowed on Regulus' thigh and his flaccid cock hanging out of the front of his trousers.
Regulus could see his love had climaxed as well by the looks of the stains on his trousers and the carpet but he didn't care. He burst into laughter when the vision of Kreacher instructing Dobby how to clean up cum materialized into his head. Severus merely turned his head to look at his cackling mate before rolling his eyes and standing.
The Black heir took the offered hand and allowed his love to lead him to the bathroom to clean up before they took a nap. Yes, these days were needed every now again or they would both would go mad...well madder than they already were.
Alright it is done! It's a bit shorter than I would like but I wanted to get something to you all. Next time Regulus meets Rodolphus and Rabastan to talk about Bella. Also, a few other things will come up I'm sure.
Anywho, my life in buts right now and my muse is a whorefaced skank biscuit with mental retardation brought on by syphilis. In other words she is not giving me the inspiration. But I'm slowly but surely getting some things down for my existing fics. Love Sparks or Horcruxes will be next on my to be worked on list so be on the lookout lovelies!
As Always All Mistakes Are My Own!