The Search Is Over,
Chapter 169, I Choose You To Fill The Void
Eventually a different sort of hunger drove Regulus and Kreacher from bed. Both were still young vampires as a vampire wasn't considered old for centuries, and as such both needed to drink daily to feel tip top. Regulus was admittedly regretful when Kreacher untied his wrists from the headboard. The restraint by Kreacher in particular had felt oddly soothing and secure on a deep emotional level. It was passing strange but fascinating as well. "I would remain tied to you if I could," he confessed softly, eyes on Kreacher as the elf distractedly dressed in a simple black tunic. "I'd gladly follow you anywhere and everywhere just to stay close." That way you could keep me from making mistakes. That was the bit that Regulus thought rather than speaking aloud.
Kreacher smiled. "Kreacher can perhaps arrange that.""
Regulus sighed as he reached for his own clothes. "I wouldn't at all mind."" The oddly hollow pang of separation he was feeling eased when Kreacher took his hand as they headed from their bedroom.
"Ah. Finished with debauchery for the moment, I see."
"No, we just had to come down to feed," Regulus replied to his mother, who waited for them at the bottom of the stairs, floating in a veritable cloud of disapproval. Kreacher snickered and Walburga scowled.
"You're both fortunate that I am dead and therefore cannot smack the shit out of you as both of my spectral hands itch to do."
Regulus cringed. "Sorry, Mum. Just..."
"Just what," Walburga demanded tartly.
"Just it's our manor now."
"Humph," she grunted, tossing back her flowing black hair as if to say that was up for debate.
"Why didn't you come and meet Ballan and Greok yesterday, and where's Father," Regulus asked.
"Because we don't really know what to say about such... literally bloody vampiric business, and your father is still in the attic. We're going through things so that later we can direct the elves who work here on how we want it sorted.
"Our manor now, is it," Kreacher murmured, glancing toward Regulus, lips twitching.
"Kreacher," Walburga said sweetly. "I want you to close your eyes, take a deep breath in and relax, then let it out slowly." Kreacher gave her a strange look but did as she requested. Walburga smiled in satisfaction which Kreacher missed due to having his eyes closed. "Now imagine me smacking the shit out of you," she shouted. He gave a violent start and she laughed happily. "There now. Recall your manners."
"Kreacher is sorry," Kreacher said, dropping his head.
"You've never hit them before, Burga. Why start now," Orion wondered. It was Regulus's turn to nearly start, as it seemed his father had just appeared from no where.
"Because they were polite before," Walburga huffed. "They were good boys and now they've gone and completely forgotten themselves."
Had they, Regulus wondered idly. And if so was that a good or bad thing? "Ah," Orion said gravely. "I see."
"I thought you were going to stay in the attic and finish going through those boxes," Walburga said.
Orion shrugged. "I got bored without you there to help."
Walburga's eyes softened into an expression of love as she turned to her husband. "Ah, how sweet."
"May we go and have dinner now," Regulus asked plaintively.
"I suppose," Walburga said. "It shall mean two less Muggles in the world, after all."
"Perhaps three if Kreacher is still hungry," the elf said. He and Regulus left the manor hand in hand.
"Speaking of hunting," Regulus murmured after Kreacher had Apparated them to the far end of Knockturn Alley where they could safely send out a mental call for miserable Muggles who would hear it from nearby streets. Any Dark wizard or witch who spotted them loitering about or even seemingly roughing up a Muggle wouldn't care less. "I wonder how Ballan and Greok are fairing. And Leaf. I wonder if she'll ever grow accustom to the sight of blood. I thought she'd faint last night." For a moment, he was jarred by his own words. Had it only been last night that Ballan and Greok were turned? For some reason the time afterward with Kreacher had stretched to feel like days. Gods it had been amazing. He closed his eyes momentarily at the memory, for an instant feeling once again Kreacher's hand in his hair yanking his head back as he drove inside. He let out a groan at the suddenness of which his body was swept with need. Not until a shaggy unkempt Muggle stumbled into view, clearly drawn by Kreacher's call did Regulus recall that they were supposed to be summoning dinner. "Kreacher will share with Master Regulus," the elf murmured suggestively. Gods, had Kreacher felt where his mind had gone? Good if he had.
"Thank you," Regulus replied as he gave a slight shiver of anticipation. The wizarding world was right on the edge of a revolution and yet he couldn't stop thinking about the insanely free way Kreacher made him feel when he'd touched him like that last night. Perhaps as a result of how the last revolution had gone, he needed to think of passion instead. Together he and Kreacher reached for the Muggle, each taking a wrist. As their fangs slipped into warm flesh, their hands roamed over one another's bodies in long teasing strokes.
Two Muggles later, Kreacher and Regulus were at last full. They leaned against the back wall of The Glass Slipper, a fancy pub most frequently patroned by Dark witches and wizards. Though the two were full, they were not satiated. Regulus's body felt on fire as Kreacher's hand stroked the erection that now stood proud under his robe. Gods, but he hoped no one wandered back here to see them like this. If they did, he and Kreacher could just make them forget, he decided as his head lolled back against the stones of the pub's outer wall. He let out a breath of need as he teasingly cupped Kreacher's own erection. He'd reached under the elf's tunic to do so, wanting skin to skin contact. This caused Kreacher to make a low sound in the back of his throat that had Regulus shivering in the best of ways. "Where did you learn to do that," Regulus groaned thickly.
"To... do what," Kreacher managed through gasps of pleasure as Regulus slowly stroked his length again and again.
"You know... What you did last night. The tying me up and pulling my hair, and god, the way you moved inside of me was incredible, and you bloody well know it." Regulus arched into Kreacher's hand as he spoke, silently begging for release.
"No. Not yet," Kreacher teased, but his hand didn't stop its stroking, thank all the Gods. "Kreacher learned from Master Regulus. Doesn't he remember. And perhaps a bit from something Millicent found online called Porn, but those were mainly images. The images are where Kreacher got the idea of leather from," the elf murmured distractedly. "There were chains too, but Kreacher prefers something softer to restrain his Darling Master Regulus."
Kreacher spoke of such things nearly conversationally, and Regulus blinked in surprise, unwillingly finding his mind becoming alert through the haze of passion due to curiosity. "Me? But how? I've never done anything like that."
"Not precisely," Kreacher said, drawing out the words meaningfully as if he expected Regulus to understand something.
Regulus thought for several seconds, racking his brain for what the hell Kreacher could mean. "Do you mean ages ago in the Slytherin bath when I was at Hogwarts? That time I made you call me Regulus rather than bloody Master Regulus," he asked incredulously.
"Actually Kreacher never says Bloody Master Regulus," the elf protested. "But yes, that is the time to which Kreacher refers." Regulus wasn't sure what he thought of that, but it made him smile. The way Kreacher's mind worked was better than anyone else's mind in the entire world, and always had been. His thoughts slipped from Kreacher's mind to other bits of him as Kreacher replaced his hand on Regulus's erection with his mouth.
Pushing up Regulus's robe, Kreacher drew him deep into his mouth, fangs sinking in as Regulus gave a loud groan of pure pleasure. Kreacher's slender arms twined around Regulus's waist to draw him close as he drank blood hungrily from Regulus's erection. Eyes rolling back into his head, Regulus was glad of Kreacher's support as he sagged against the wall. When at last he was spent, it was his turn. He covered Kreacher's face with light kisses before finally working his way down. As he teased Kreacher with his tongue, he idly wondered if they were the first to utilize the back of The Glass Slipper for such activities. Likely not. Kreacher did not take long to reach his own climax, but even when they'd languidly gotten their clothes back into place, the elf wasn't in a rush to Apparate them home. Regulus was glad of this, for the moment would be too easily fractured when they were forced to rejoin the world. For a few precious moments, they merely stood close together, a silent, still part of the night.