Crimson Regret

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~MARK EXPLANATION~

Okay so… When Severus first marked Harry there were four bite marks (punctures) in the shape of a square, one in each corner on his neck. He achieved this by biting diagonally on Harry’s neck and then diagonally in the other direction. Severus’s mark is four dots that make a square with one dot in the middle so at the end of the last chapter he bit Harry so that one of his fangs made a puncture in the middle of the square and then the other made a puncture outside of it. The puncture outside of the mark wasn’t part of it and so it faded. The mark in its ENTIRITY is visible at ALL times unless hidden by a glamour and the mark in its ENTIRITY is permanent.

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Harry’s mind cleared and he stared at the vampire looking lustfully back at him. Shakily he brought his hand up to his neck and felt the completed mark there. He smiled, it felt good to have a mark…to be claimed.

Severus smiled back and Harry couldn’t help but catch his breath at how much it transformed his face. If Harry was honest Severus was by no means an ugly man, but when he smiled he was utterly gorgeous.

Harry’s eyes widened fractionally as the vampire brought a hand up to touch his chest, right over his heart.

“Your heart beat has risen, what are you thinking?” Harry felt himself begin to slip into the safe place he felt whenever Severus was close, unknowingly a purr escaped his throat. The older mans palm was warm over his heart and felt so right.

Tipping back his head he said lazily, “You look good when you smile.” Looking back at his mate he said, “Your doing it again, you should smile more often, you look so…” He lifted a hand as if to cup the other’s cheek, but dropped it again with a flush and looked away hastily.

“It’s alright,” Severus said capturing the hand before it hit the sofa, “you’re my mate, as I am yours…you can touch me whenever you like.” With that he lifted Harry’s hand and placed it back on his cheek.

Harry bit his lip nervously but soon the feelings of safety and warmth were flooding through him again and he moved closer despite himself, drawn by the sheer need to be with his mate.

Wrapping his other arm about Severus’s neck he licked his lips, his gaze unwittingly drawn to the other mans chiselled red lips. “Can…can I kiss you as well?”

Severus didn’t answer, simply stared at him with his dark gaze.

Unable to wait any longer Harry leaned forward and tentively pressed his lips to the other mans, ever so slightly, feeling tingles of pleasure sweep across his lips. Parting them slightly he let his tongue explore the seam of his mate’s lips before darting it inside the hot cavern allowing him entrance. Carefully he slid it over the other’s tongue and then up to caress the roof of his mouth. Bringing his hand up to the back of Severus’s head he leaned in impossibly closer and coaxed the other man to respond by slipping his tongue beneath his mates.

Before he knew it he was being pressed back into the couch with Severus’s tongue thrusting deeply into his mouth and he could barely think due to the emotions coursing through him.

That heavenly scent sought out his nostrils and he keened softly in response pushing back even further into the cushions and slipping a hand down between Severus’s thighs.

He whimpered in loss as his hand was caught in a slender grip and that wonderful mouth with its sinful taste was removed.

“Not now Harry, we haven’t the time and I don’t want to rush this.” Harry barely heard him and pressed closer to Severus, wanting him, yearning for him.

“Harry-“

The flush on Harry’s cheekbones was darkening and his already plump lips were swelling further, when Harry’s eyelids slid open they revealed impossibly wide pupils with a scarlet rim. Under his arms that were currently locked round his mate Severus could feel two hard lumps forming.

Damn it he had wanted to wait but it seemed like that wasn’t going to be an option. Not really reluctantly he allowed himself to be pushed firmly onto the carpet, Harry’s hand catching the back of his head before it hit the floor and his lips swooping down to claim his own.

Harry rubbed himself happily against the erection he could feel through many layers of clothing but soon grew impatient with so many barriers. Quickly he shucked off his robe and then brought his hands down to unbutton his fly, his fingers almost a blur in their haste.

Stilling his hand before it could release the desperate organ beneath the clothes Severus brought Harry’s head back down for another kiss and then wrapped his hand around the hot and dripping shaft between his mates legs and stroked gently, listening to Harry’s whimpers and happy groans.

Severus was about to divest himself of his own clothes with a handy spell when a fierce pain shot through his arm. “Ahh!…Excellent timing as usual.”

Harry being to deep in his sexual haze to notice the change in Severus’s mood, continued to writhe and groan, thrusting into Severus’s hand desperately as all movement had stopped on Severus’s part.

Gritting his teeth against the stinging burn, Severus decided he could not leave his mate like this and so moving quickly he gripped his mates cock firmly and stroked it hard and fast leaving no room for mercy. Harry responded favourably, thrusting just as hard into the tight circle of his mate’s hand, rising up and away from Severus with his hands flat to the floor so as to get better leeway.

At any other time Severus would have taken the time to enjoy the wonderfully animalistic picture his mate made but the burn in his arm was rapidly becoming unbearable so he increased the speed of his hand and threw in a twisting motion just to make sure.

Soon enough Harry was spilling into his hand and onto his robes with a lusty shout, collapsing on Severus in exhaustion.

The smell of blood tinged the air and Harry’s wings rustled as he breathed raggedly. It was only when his mate made moves to return the favour that Severus found the heart to gently remove his clinging form from his person and casting a cleansing charm on his robes, stand.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.” His little Cupido stared up at him with wide eyes.

“Why?”

“Duty calls,” Seeing Harry nod in regretful understanding he strode into his bedroom and retrieved his robes and his mask. “go back to your tower, I probably won’t be back until late so I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Deciding not to give his mate a kiss or go near him at all due to his still hard member he quickly left his rooms. Arousal trailing after him like a seductive mist.

Harry sighed, that would probably ensure that lingering enticing scent would probably ensure that his Cupido form wouldn’t recede for quite awhile.

***

Severus strode angrily through his master’s domain, the pain in his arm receding with every step. It had been utter torture to leave his mate at such a time, especially as he had just decided to claim him in a more intimate way then biting.

Taking the white marble stairs two at a time he quickly strapped his mask into place and turned into the large hallway that lead to the Dark lord’s room.

Knocking a house elf out of the way and ignoring its pained squeal as it slammed into the wall he banged open the door and charged into the room, a snarl upon his lips.

His master was not alone. Three other death eaters stood, dark robed and masked before his master whilst one knelt before his master’s chair as the dark lord thrust his penis leisurely down their throat.

“Ahhh Severus, you’re here. If you’d like to wait just a moment.”

Severus remained where he was and averted his gaze from the site before him, wondering why his master would choose to make such an open exhibition of himself before his servants. It wasn’t usually he masters style.

He couldn’t help but look up again though as his master gave a strangled cry, gripping his kneeling servant by his chestnut locks as his thrusts quickened and he presumably came, with an expression of what looked like intense pain on his features.

The other three Deatheater’s shuffled awkwardly and it could be presumed that their faces were red behind their masks.

“I apologise,” The Dark lord said, tucking himself back in an arranging his robes back into some semblance of order. “Avery was so eager to please me weren’t you my pet?” he smiled and placed a hand on said Deatheater’s cheek as he said this.

He turned to the rest of them as Avery stepped back behind his master’s chair and donned his mask.

“Severus I am glad you decided to wear your mask today as I am sending you all on a little excursion of which you are in charge of.

As you know Azcaban is much easier to infiltrate what with the Dementors on our side now and so there are only a few paltry auror’s left to keep the prisoners in check, armed with several vicious weapons of course but nothing we can’t handle if we tread carefully.”

Turning he treated Severus to the full blast of his smile, “By we I mean you and your group, obviously. Here is a map of the prison and upon it is marked the route I wish you to take. If you follow it you should only encounter maximum six guards with the worst weapon being a recaptured Dementor.

I have no doubt you all know whom you are breaking out. Just remember I want it done swiftly, smoothly and kill whoever you must.”

With that his master sent another smirk Severus’s way indicating that he may bite the hapless guards if he wished.

Severus nodded once and left. Excursions were always fun, he got to bite people guilt free. Besides he would do almost anything for Lucius Malfoy, his child hood companion and dear friend.

***

Severus twisted the brawny auror’s arm and slammed him into the wall with one hand, almost in a bored fashion.

“It’s always the big ones, thinking they can take on the mean ol’ nasty vampire,” He smirked, “Guess again” and with that his fangs dropped and he latched onto the guards neck, drinking his fill before leaving him on the floor in an unconscious heap, his neck a bloody mess.

Wiping his mouth he licked his fangs clean, not bothering to withdraw them, as he could smell the next man just around the corner.

“Obliviate him!” He snapped to his fellow Deatheater’s and strode silently on, his robes barely whispering across the floor.

Quietly he hugged the wall, smelling the strong stench of fear, as he got closer to the guard. Stopping just short of the corner, his back flat to the wall he chuckled lowly and heard the little hitch of breath he was waiting for.

Without even looking he stretched his arm around the corner and snagged the guard, swinging him around to face him with his hand about his throat.

“Tut tut, hearing all this commotion and not coming to investigate, we are a naughty little guard now aren’t we?”

The guard didn’t respond simply kicked out, catching Severus in the leg with his boot whilst at the same time hitting him viciously on the cheek with his fist. Severus hissed and pinned the other man to the wall with his own booted leg.

“Now for that, I’m going to kill you” Dropping his foot he lunged for the mans throat, sinking his fangs deep into the guards neck and drawing deeply. Despite his earlier death threat his conscious pricked him in the form of Dumbledore’s voice and Harry’s image and he dropped him not long after his first mouthful. The man fell like a rag doll from his fingers and Severus sneered at the waiting group of deatheater’s.

“Eugh I doubt they even bother to wash anymore? Obliviate him.”

“Sir, don’t you think we should kill them? Obliviate could be too risky to your status as a spy and the Master did say...”

“FOOL! Do you not think that if we killed them and some one either witnessed or got away it would be even more damaging for my status as a spy? At least if I have them obliviated then it will look like I at least tried to save them!”

The other man dropped his head, “Yes sir.”

“Do not question my judgement again!” He hissed turning and stalking off in search of his last victim.

Finding him he knocked him about a bit in his anger, relishing in the splatter of blood as a nose was shattered and the satisfying sound of skull meeting iron bars before he ravaged the mans neck, almost destroying his wind pipe before he could force himself to let go.

Flinging the man to the ground he quickly cast a spell to staunch the blood and an obliviate before the others caught up with him.

Standing he checked around via his nose for any more guards but as his master had predicted he scented none in the immediate vicinity.

Waiting for the others to catch up with him he had to visibly restrain himself from finishing off the man on the floor, the scent of blood was proving fatal to his resolve.

Thankfully his motley crew of weaklings showed up and he snarled at them before whisking down the hallway. Coming to a locked and barred gate he restrained one of the younger and more eager members of the group from trying to kick the door in and gestured for Macnair to bring forth his axe.

With three blows the lock was little more than a hunk of scrap metal and holding his hand up for silence Severus waved them through.

Quietly they crept down the hallway looking for cell FH10, ignoring the stench of unwashed bodies and people too gone to even stand, despite the fact that the dementors were no longer in residence. Some of the more lucid stuck their hands through the bars and asked them for freedom, bartered with them for it and even plain begged for it. They didn’t seem to mind that the group were obviously Deatheater’s but then it WAS a prison and these were, for the most part, criminals.

They ignored them all and kept going and when it became evident that the group of Deatheater’s were going to be of no help to the lucid prisoners, things like the contents of chamber pots and spit flew there way and unfortunately Nott was unable to avoid a flying piece of excrement.

Sneering in disgust at him Severus came to a stop beside a cell where a man sat wearily on his pallet, his now dirty blond hair tangled and course.

“Lucius?” Severus called into the cell, wondering if this gaunt figure could really be the man he had grown up with.

The man slowly lifted his head and glanced out through the bars.

“Severus?”

“Yes, yes it’s me just hold on, you’ll be out of there in a second.”

Turning to Nott he told him to go and look out for any signs of trouble from the other guards, which he did whilst still trying to clean his face off with his robe. Turning back to the cell, Severus hunted in his pockets for the acid he’d hidden there especially for the purpose of eating through the bars.

Finding it he took it out and threw it over five of the bars, intending to make a hole big enough for a grown man to pass through.

The acid hissed and within minutes the bars Severus had thrown the acid on were nothing more than a few drops of sizzling iron and making sure that none of the still dripping metal came into contact with his skin, Severus passed through the hole and came to kneel in front of his old friend.

“Not really in keeping with your usual venue’s is it?” He asked teasingly with a raised brow and a glance about the filthy cell. Lucius smiled weakly but didn’t answer.

“Come on.” Severus said hauling the senior Malfoy into his arms and helping him to the hole, “Step through, that’s right just mind the acid.” He said steadying Lucius with a hand on his back. He was just about to step through after him when in flurry of hurried footsteps Nott was back and through panted breaths he managed to reveal, “They’ve discovered us sir! Sixty maybe seventy guards are on their way now!”

Swinging round to face the rest of the group, dark eyes frantic he yelled, “RUN!” before hurrying through the hole, barely aware of a stinging pain in his shoulder as he grasped Lucius about the shoulders and half pulled, half dragged him down the hallway.

In the distance Severus could hear the frantic shouts of the guards as they gained on them swiftly and suddenly his innate hearing picked up the sound of air being displaced in a way that a running guard could not achieve.

“They’ve got brooms! Run, Run, RUN!” He urged his fellow servants as glancing behind them he caught the flicker of metal shining in the light.

Everything seemed to move into slow motion as his own slightly laboured breaths and the wheezes of his friend reached his ears and they tore through the mutilated gate of earlier, freezing it shut with a hurried spell behind them not even stopping to check if it had worked.

They were gaining ground and the adrenaline coursing through their blood was allowing them to continue at the fast pace they were as they flung themselves round corners and down stairwells.

They were on the very last stretch in a tiny hallway when Lucius tripped and fell on the rugged stone floor, his hands and legs splaying out to the side and the air rushing out of his lungs with a loud “Oof!”

Severus slowed from his head long dash with much difficulty and doubled back for him, ignoring Lucius’s weak attempts to get up by himself, he scooped him up and glancing back, his hair swinging in a wide ark about his face he realised just how close the approaching guards actually were as he quite literally saw the whites of their eyes. Making a decision he did something he hadn’t done in years and kicked into the supernatural speed all vampires possessed but not often used, due to its ability to be incredibly draining.

In a dark blur he was gone and as the air flattened his hair to his head and his side vision blurred into grey he zoomed past the rest of the Deatheater’s and out into the courtyard, apparating in mid dash.

***

Harry sighed in relief as his wings retracted and the red flush receded. It had taken two hours for him to return to human form and he had been so bored with waiting.

But now he realised how sticky and dirty he felt and making a quick decision deduced that Severus really wouldn’t mind if he took a quick shower before he went. Besides he probably wouldn’t even realise seeing as he was probably going to be gone for quite awhile if his meeting with the dark lord had taken this long anyway.

Quickly he moved in to Severus’s bedroom and couldn’t help but glance around, as he had never been in there before.

The theme was cream and dark chocolaty brown. There was a brown carpet that took up a good portion of the floor and had a cream border. There was a pine dresser to the side with various paraphernalia upon it such as a hairbrush, tiny mirror and several cream pillar candles.

It smelled of sandal wood incense and very vaguely of pine. But what really caught his eye was the huge pine four poster bed with cream drapes and linen coverlet with an ivy pattern weaved upon it, chocolate brown pillows and piping on the coverlet.

It looked so comfortable and inviting that he was very tempted to lie upon and simply breathe in the scent of his mate but he resisted. Although Severus might not mind him taking a shower he did not know how he would react to coming home to find Harry sniffing the private sanctuary of his bed.

So shedding his clothes he walked towards the white and black tiled bathroom and slipping inside, took off his final article of clothing as he adjusted the temperature of the small shower to suit his tastes. Stepping inside he grinned, it was actually far roomier then it looked on the outside he realised and flinging his head back he raised his hands and ran them through his now dripping locks as the warm water spilled down his front, caressing his belly and soiled member, cleansing him and making him feel a lot better.

***

The Dark lord almost spilt his brandy all over himself as quite suddenly his two most faithful followers suddenly apparated in the form of a blur before him, before sprawling upon the floor at his feet.

Raising his head Severus said, “I have him my lord.”

The dark lord’s bemused expression did not waver as he indicated, “I can see that, problems?”

Severus nodded and explained that the rest of the group were not far behind and that they would explain in more lengthily detail.

“Alright then, if you would I would appreciate it if you took Lucius to the snakelet sweet and had the house elves attend to him. Then you may go.”

Severus nodded at swept from the room, unaware of the Dark lords scarlet gaze following him out.

Laying Lucius carefully upon the bed he called for a house elf and sat carefully upon the bed beside him.

The broken man rolled his head to the side and stared at Severus with a dulled silver gaze.

“You should have left me, saved yourself.”

Severus nodded, “I should, but the Dark lord would not have been best pleased if I had done that now would he?”

Lucius shook his head and chuckled weakly before raising his head for a house elf too give him a glass of cool water.

Once this was finished he said, “You know that wasn’t the only reason Severus, as do I. You hold our childhood close to your heart, as I do also. But I wouldn’t let anything stand between my service to the Dark lord or my own survival… I would have left you.”

Severus nodded, “I know.”

Lucius chuckled weakly once more, “I’m sure you do, is their nothing you would risk my life for Severus?”

Severus answered without pause. “You know there is nothing Lucius, you are held very dear to my heart.”

“You are a fool, but a caring one. Now if you don’t mind I would like to rest and I am sure our Lord has finished with you for the evening.” In an extremely rare display of affection he placed his hand upon Severus’s and smiled, “Go home and rest my friend.”

***

Severus traipsed wearily into his rooms and flung his robe and mask upon the couch, running his hand through his hair he headed straight to the drinks cabinet and poured himself a stiff scotch. Downing it in one he sighed and popped his neck several times with a roll of the neck before checking that the hidden compartment in his cabinet still held what it was designed too, as he did nearly every night.

Pouring another scotch to sip more leisurely at, he wandered into his bedroom only to stop dead as he saw piles of clothing littered upon the floor and heading in a trail toward his bathroom. Registering that the sound of running water hitting the tiles of his shower could be heard he moved to go and investigate when suddenly the water was shut off and the sound of his shower cubicle opening and closing reached his ears.

Suddenly the scent of his mate engulfed him and he waited whilst the sound of bare feet sticking to the tile and towel nestling against bare skin reached him.

Then the door opened and his mate stood there in all his pale, wet and dripping glory with a flush about his cheeks and a fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist.

“Oh Severus, I’m sorry it took awhile for my Cupido form to recede and then I felt all sticky and I didn’t think you’d mind if- Agh!”

Harry was cut off mid sentence as his mate threw his glass away and grabbing him about the hips flung him on the bed and preceded to drape himself over him hungrily.

Neither registered the sound of glass hitting the wall or the heady scent of spilt scotch.

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Hehe! Author is VERY hungry for lengthily reviews and lots of munch! Smut to appear in the next chapter! An unbreakable promise as I’ve already written it lol! Hope there was no spelling or punctuation mistakes, many apologies if there was.