The Black Prince

A/N: As evidenced by the fact that I \"got\" my DSL last Wednesday and haven’t posted since, I have had major issues with actually using the damn thing. I believe my computer doesn’t run on a high enough operating system (even though they swear to me that isn’t so) and it won’t ever work. So I have wasted countless hours trying to deal with the technicians and waiting on hold interminably…all to be relegated to the useless dial up once more. I’m going to try another DSL company I think. Argh.

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Chapter 11

Cassandra walked behind her leaders toward the dining room in shock. They had both listened to her brief on the state of her mission at St. Mungos, heard her ideas for improvements and then agreed to everything that she asked for! Even more shocking though, they gave her more than she had originally asked for.

She had never felt like a very useful soldier under Voldemort’s reign. She had always been more of an intellectual than a soldier and her strengths lay in healing and mending rather than destroying and killing. She never thought herself useless to the cause but she had never been a key component either, regardless of her status as elite. It seemed that was about to change.

With the arrival of the Black Prince it seemed that the Dark Legion would be run quite differently now. Although her Lord had announced that their days of bullying and terrorizing were largely over she hadn’t truly believed it until now. Here she was though, on her way to another meeting with all of the elite to brief them on the new plans and to pick her reinforcements. This was the first time in her memory that Voldemort had authorized the use of additional forces for such a non-violent use.

She watched the mysterious Prince as closely as she could from a few paces behind, trying to figure out this new mystery. He was quite young but yet he never seemed young in the way that the rest of his classmates often did. He had yet to do or say anything in her presence that reminded her that he was not yet eighteen. He was incredibly beautiful but his very aura seemed to discourage people from commenting on it. He had told them that as a half Incubus that he craved touch but thus far he seemed to avoid touching anyone at all. He was full of contradictions but she was incredibly thankful that he had come to their side. She knew that with him on their side that they would win this war someday.

The small group approached the doors to the dining room and Lucius and Severus rushed to open them for their leaders. She watched Severus closely as well. He was turning into yet another mystery, closely tied to his Prince, the last person she would have ever imagined such a connection with. Ava had told her a bit about their mission. The two had been lovers for almost ten years and no one expected them to keep secrets from each other. Ava had hesitated to tell even Cassandra everything though, saying that some things needed to remain unsaid. Cassie had assured her that she understood but she was still curious about what her lover had seen in the Prince’s childhood home.

She was brought back to the present when she realized that she needed to take her seat. She quickly went around the table to sit next to Ava and smiled at her discreetly, letting her know that things had gone very well. She quickly looked up to her leaders though, ready for the meeting to begin.

Dorian sat down a bit more stiffly than usual, feeling the toy his Master had put in him earlier this morning move with each step. It was everything he could do to keep a straight face and to keep his sexual pull under control. Once he was settled into a position that allowed him to ignore the toy with some degree of control, Dorian nodded to Severus, allowing him to fill his plate for him.

They had settled on this in lieu of Severus feeding his sub or even giving him the first bite, both of which would have been inappropriate given the circumstances and their desire to keep the nature of their relationship secret. He heaped the plate high, wanting Dorian to eat more since he had lost some weight during his stay with the Dursleys. Dorian held in a sigh when he saw the enormous amount of food he was expected to eat but started on it diligently when he saw that Voldemort was also beginning on his plate after Lucius had helped to prepare it. Lucius prepared Voldemort’s plate as one of many duties as his assistant rather than as any sort of service or dominance. Luckily, Dorian and Severus were able to do something similar while attaching their own meanings without rousing anyone’s suspicion.

\"Today we must pick three members of the elite to provide back up for Cassandra at St. Mungos. She has been working there for a few years now, slowly feeling her fellow healers out to see what they think about the Ministry restrictions placed on them, particularly regarding magical creatures. She feels that the time is now ripe for a bit of a harder push. We will send three additional soldiers out there to help her,\" Voldemort began.

\"Their main assignment will be to casually mention the restrictions when possible near the other healers to breed discontent. Most of the healers are already upset over the laws and the opportunity to air their grievances might cement their positions for them. Clearly, as employees at St. Mungos, the soldiers that we send will need to be either trained healers or assistant healers. One of them could either be a receptionist or an apprentice, depending on the skills of the soldier in question but we would like the other two to be high ranking within the hospital system. Does anyone have any suggestions?\" Dorian asked, looking around at the stunned elite.

Severus was the first to speak, having kept largely quiet in the earlier meeting with Cassandra. \"Loath though I am to say it, Neville Longbottom would be an ideal apprentice for healing plants and salves. He was pathetic when it came to potions but the boy has an unparalleled skill with plants.\"

Dorian started slightly when the thick butt plug that his Master had filled him with this morning seemed to pulse in him. He shook his head. He must be imagining things. He focused intently on the meeting, trying dutifully to ignore the temptation that the toy presented. He knew that his Master would be very disappointed in him if he came without permission and he definitely did not have permission to orgasm during a meeting of the elite Death Eaters.

A quiet murmur filled the room. \"The boy would be ideal,\" Mancur said finally. \"From what I’ve heard his Herbology NEWT was higher than the most renowned Herbologists in the field right now.\"

\"He’s just a new recruit though. Can he be trusted with such an important mission?\" Bella asked hesitantly. She didn’t want to make it look like she had a personal vendetta against the poor boy—she had been the one, after all, to torture his parents. That had not been personal though and neither was this. The torture had not been intended to get as completely out of hand as it had. The current situation though was delicate and they needed to be careful.

\"I know little of the boy other than what I saw during his test,\" Voldemort said thoughtfully. \"He has a keen mind and seems to be fully faithful. There was no sign of disloyalty or doubt in his mind and his distrust of Dumbledore was genuine. What do you think, Prince?\"

Dorian sat quiet for a moment, thinking it through. \"I believe that he could do well,\" he said slowly, \"but I wish to meet with him privately before we make the decision. Would the apprenticeship not require at least some potion making skills?\"

Severus nodded. \"It does, Prince. I believe that he could perform adequately though and his Herbology skills would outweigh any shortcomings in his potions. I could also offer him a bit of tutelage to help him brush up on some basic skills that he would need.\"

Dorian raised a single eyebrow at that last statement but finally nodded. \"Who else should we send?\" The butt plug pulsed again as Dorian shifted, trying to find a position that would make it easier to ignore it.

Rookwood spoke up. \"My daughter graduated a few years ago from an alternative healing program. No one wanted to hire her because they feared Death Eater ties and she has been struggling to open her own practice ever since. Perhaps the situation has changed enough for them to reconsider her.\"

\"Cassandra will look into it,\" the Prince announced.

Bella decided to speak up as well. \"My father in law retired from his private healing practice a few years ago. I believe that he is not enjoying retirement as much as he thought he would though and might be interested in working again, especially if he could fulfill a higher purpose at the same time.\"

\"You will send him to us at his earliest convenience,\" Voldemort ordered. Everyone knew that the unspoken words in an order such as that were ‘within the next twenty four hours.’ Bella nodded quickly.

Dorian shifted uncomfortably, the toy rubbing mercilessly against his prostate. If he didn’t know better he would swear the damn thing was charmed and that Severus was controlling it. He shifted once more, eyes nearly rolling back in his head when the toy expanded with no warning. Yep, definitely charmed.

Voldemort watched him out of the corner of his eye and decided that his friend was too distracted to either continue or dismiss the meeting so he did the honors for him. The elite left quietly, all puzzled by the silence of their Prince toward the end of the meeting. The room finally only housed Severus, Lucius, Tom and Dorian. Dorian simply sat still in his seat, eyes closed tightly and cheeks flushed with desire. Lucius and Voldemort looked from Severus to Dorian and back again.

\"Perhaps our Prince needs to feed,\" Lucius said hesitantly. He wasn’t sure where he stood in the Prince’s favor with regard to such comments. He only prayed that since he had been more discrete than his son had been that he would be spared punishment.

Dorian opened his eyes, shocking Lucius and Voldemort by their unearthly glow. His eyes always seemed to have a bit of a glow to them but now they were positively radiant. His gaze swung over to his Master and he shifted once more. \"Leave us,\" he said quietly, his eyes never leaving Severus’. Voldemort and Lucius left by a side door, entering the leaders’ private study to wait for their friends to finish.

Dorian slid to the ground, instantly kneeling before his Master who still remained in his seat. Severus studied him quietly for a moment, enjoying the sight of the beautiful boy kneeling so obediently. He sighed happily with pleasure, feeling his own cock harden as he saw his pet’s pink tongue glide over his full lips. He shifted a bit in his seat, spreading his legs wider in the process. \"I believe you have some work to do, pet,\" he said harshly.

Dorian’s eyes widened and he scooted further in between his Master’s legs. He loved touching his Master and he was rarely given the privilege of doing so, especially after he had been only adequate in disguising his preoccupation earlier during the meeting. He reached his hands up slowly, sneaking a quick look at his Master’s face as he undid the buttons on his trousers. He sucked in a sharp breath when he saw the heavy, dripping cock emerge.

Severus shifted in impatience and Dorian quickly set to work, licking and slurping away happily at this rare treat. Severus watched intently as the small pink tongue toyed with his foreskin, wringing a quiet groan from the usually restrained man.

Dorian delighted in the beautiful sound and redoubled his efforts, fitting his mouth around the large head, trying to take it deeper. He had never managed to deep throat the enormous cock, something that he tried to accomplish every time. His Master’s cock hit the back of his throat but he couldn’t take it any further down.

Severus tightened his grip on Dorian’s hair and thrust roughly into the warm mouth a few times before pushing his pet’s head away. \"Bend over the table,\" he ordered.

Dorian scrambled to follow the order, not bothering to remove his robe. He knew that if Severus wanted him to take it off then he would have told him to do so. That lesson had taken him a long time to learn but he was finally able to remember it, most of the time. Severus didn’t care if his pet stripped off when they entered a room but if He initiated sexual contact of any kind then Dorian had damn well better follow His orders to the letter.

Severus moved behind him, feeling a thrill of power as He saw his pet bent over the table that He had just led a meeting at, ready to service his Master in whatever way He desired. He slowly stroked his hand down Dorian’s side, applying pressure to force him to bend further, arse higher in the air. He reached down and grabbed the hem of Dorian’s robes, pulling them roughly over his back and head, leaving them tightly wound around his arms, pinning them together. Dorian barely held in his deep moan but was unable to hold back his purrs any longer.

Severus slapped the bare arse, enjoying the bright pink handprint it left behind. His fingers found the butt plug he had put in earlier and started toying with it, drawing it out and then thrusting it back in, twisting it every few thrusts. \"You nearly gave us away, pet. Your discipline is sadly lacking. I may have to remedy that.\"

Dorian thrust back into the toy, desperately trying to hold back his moans when he heard his Master’s silky voice. He knew that he had been ill behaved but he needed this—now. Severus removed the toy entirely and set it on the table next to his pet. Dorian looked at it mournfully. It wasn’t as good as his Master’s cock but it was certainly better than nothing. He whimpered quietly but his purrs grew louder when he felt his Master’s large hands on his arse once more.

Severus paused again. \"If you wish to keep up this charade, pet, then you must do better. After today you should be well enough fed to play our games again. You used to be able to go a full day without giving so much away.\" Dorian whined softly, trying to push back and gain more contact. He managed to brush against Severus, his hard cock slipping easily along his crack, rubbing against his needy hole.

Severus groaned. He knew that his discipline would need to wait for another day. He pulled back just enough to line his cock up with the tight hole and he pushed in, thankful that the toy had prepared his pet enough for him to skip the niceties of preparation. Dorian’s purring reached a fever pitch as he went up on his toes, seeking more contact. Severus withdrew and pushed in again, groaning this time as Dorian’s arse tightened impossibly around him.

He fucked Dorian hard and fast, pausing only to push Dorian’s head further down on the table until it was resting against the cool surface, his hair spread on the table and his flushed cheek touching the hard wood. He entered him with redoubled force, Dorian’s desperate moans driving him to delirium. He lifted the slim hips higher pulling Dorian’s feet off the ground as he thrust in one last time, hips pistoning wildly as he shouted his completion, collapsing on Dorian’s back. Dorian’s orgasm followed as he felt the cooling cum slip down his thighs and Severus’ heavy weight pushed him harder into the table.

After a few moments Severus pushed himself back up, slowly withdrawing from his exhausted sub. He kissed the nape of his neck lightly. \"Did I hurt you, pet?\"

Dorian shook his head in the negative as Severus pulled his robes completely off of his arms, finally freeing them. \"It was perfect, Master.\"

Severus picked up the toy from the table and slipped it back inside his pet, smirking when Dorian groaned at the sensation on his already overwhelmed body. He gave his arse a quick smack and sat down in a chair, pulling Dorian into his lap. Dorian immediately snuggled back into his warmth. \"Have you written out your list of potential recruits to go over with my Lord and Lucius?\" Severus asked.

\"Yes Sir. It’s in the pocket of my robes,\" Dorian said, yawning as he wriggled around in his Master’s lap to get comfortable.

\"You know that you have an audience with Draco and a meeting following that with Voldemort and Luc about recruits, don’t you?\"

Dorian nodded silently, yelping when Severus gave him a quick spanking. \"Yes Sir,\" he quickly answered.

\"We need to get dressed, pet.\"

\"Can’t I just stay like this? Maybe they won’t notice.\"

Severus snorted quietly. \"If it were just the meeting with Voldemort and Lucius I would tell you that you could do as you wished. I believe that you would give Draco a coronary fit if you granted him his audience in the nude however.\"

Dorian sighed. \"Yes Sir.\" He stood and grabbed his Master’s robe, holding it out to help put on. Severus allowed him to pull the robe on and stood still for Dorian to button all of the tiny buttons. When he was finished He nodded His permission for Dorian to dress himself and he quickly scrambled into his own robes. When they were both fully dressed (or as fully dressed as Dorian would ever get) they exchanged a long look, preparing for the transfer of power that would occur the moment that they walked through the door into the study.