The Black Prince

A/N: Inexcusable delay, I know. I’m a bit stuck on this one right now and have been focusing on trying to finish Skin Deep so I won’t have three unfinished stories going at once.



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Chapter 18



"Hold still," Dorian ordered, dunking Ginevra’s head under the water again, barely allowing her time to draw in a deep breath. He roughly ran his fingers through her hair, not stopping at the snarls before pulling her head up again and twisting her hair violently to squeeze the water out.



"Ow! What the fuck are you doing?" she yelped, trying to rescue her long hair from his hands.



"I’m helping you Gin. Shut up, I know what I’m doing."



She grumbled irritably but sat still on the floor, shifting slightly when he moved to sit behind her, pulling her in between his spread legs. "Hold still," he ordered again before summoning a comb and setting to work on her long hair.



Lucius and Severus peeked in the bathroom upon hearing the commotion all the way in the sitting room.



Lucius was floored to see his Prince sitting on the soaking wet tile and combing his sister’s now-blond locks.



"A lovely color on you, Ginevra," Severus said, allowing Lucius to recover his composure.



"This one," Ginevra said, pointing violently toward her brother, "practically ripped my hair out. It better be worth it," she said, wincing as he hit a particularly stubborn knot.



"Settle down," Dorian ordered, pulling his comb free at last. "I don’t know why you’re complaining so much. This is how I do my hair."



"And that’s why it always looks like a rat’s nest," she snapped back. "Give me that, Ian." She snatched the comb from his hand and set to work on her messy hair herself, eyeing the platinum color warily. "Did you have to go so white? That doesn’t look at all natural. It’s even more bleached out than Lucius’ hair!"



"That was the point," Dorian grumbled, stripping out of his wet trousers and dropping them on the ground. Severus immediately handed him a dry pair which he pulled on with a sigh. "We are going undercover as Americans. Its part of your cover up."



Ginevra was in fits over her knotty hair and gave up trying to comb it out.



Severus sat down on one of the benches in the enormous bathroom and snapped his fingers at her, pointing at the floor by his feet. She moved closer to him, handing over the comb without a fuss. She knew that neither she nor Dorian had the patience to deal with her hair after the mess Dorian had made of it. He had insisted that muggle dyes needed to be done like that though and since she had never used anything muggle before, she had just let him do everything.



Lucius still stood in the doorway, blushing lightly as he took in the entire thing.



"Pull your shirt back on," Dorian ordered, tossing her his button down shirt, not wanting to wear it himself.



She pulled it on, quickly buttoning it up over her lacy bra. "Sorry, Luc," she muttered, her cheeks flaming. She never thought about it when she was near her "boys" as she called them but she should have remembered that not only was Lucius present but he was also very straight.



Lucius simply nodded his head but didn’t respond.



"I still don’t understand what being American has to do with bleached blond hair," she grumped, although Severus was doing a wonderful job de-tangling her hair.



"Nothing, really. I just wanted to have blond tips and I thought we’d look better together this way," Dorian said absently, picking up a nail file as he studied his hands.



"What?" she screeched. "You made me undergo that horrible muggle treatment just to make me match you better?"



Dorian didn’t even look up from his nails. "Calm down, sis. You couldn’t have red hair so did it really matter what color I picked? Besides, it’ll be more believable that we are siblings and best friends if we look similar and have the same taste in clothes and everything. I mean, if we were total opposites then you probably wouldn’t have wanted to come all the way from New York with me to open our shop."



"Why New York?" Ginevra asked petulantly.



"Why not New York? We needed a city that had a magical population that was big enough that it was conceivable that no one from the city would be able to expose us because they had never seen us before. That limited our choice of American cities to less than 5 in my opinion. New York seemed the best choice since I didn’t feel like dealing with a Southern accent and know next to nothing about the rest of America. Not to mention that New York is far enough away that we could conceivably declare ourselves neutral in the current political issues in Britain without raising any eyebrows."



Ginevra grumbled quietly but stopped fighting about that aspect of it. He was right. New York had the largest population of wizards in North America and it would be the easiest to fake a history from there. No one would ever be able to disprove it.



"You really do look lovely as a blond," Severus said, setting the comb aside and picking up a towel to dry her hair some more. "And no one would ever think that you were a Weasley. With some muggle contact lenses you should be perfectly safe."



Dorian looked up from filing his nails. "With a complete wardrobe change she will be unrecognizable. We’re going shopping once your hair is dry."



"What about your hair?" she asked, wanting him to have to go through the muggle dyeing process as well.



He raised a single eyebrow at her and his hair immediately shortened to wild, messy bed hair that was a bit lighter than his natural dark brown and had bleached blond streaks running through it. After a brief moment he had a bit of scruff as well, surprising his lover and sister as he had never had to shave before. His messy bed hair, and his state of undress made him look like he had just been thoroughly shagged. She rolled her eyes at him.



"You look like a hoodlum," Severus said grumpily, missing the messy curls and smooth skin.



"Good. That’s rather the point of our disguises," Dorian answered, standing and checking himself out in the mirror.



"Why do you wish to look like some sort of ruffian?" Lucius asked, genuinely confused.



Dorian sighed. "We are trying to hide in broad daylight within half a mile of Hogwarts and Dumbledore. Our disguises must be perfect down to the last detail. Harry Potter doesn’t need to shave. Ginevra Weasley would never consent to having her hair bleached out. It’s not so much that we cannot have anything that we would normally like or do but we must be extremely careful and limit anything that could link us to them. Hopefully with a different look and an accent charm we can trick people."



"So what type of clothes do you intend to buy?" Ginevra asked, curious as to what she herself would end up picking out.



Dorian turned to her with a smirk.



Ginevra interrupted him before he could respond. "And it better be something decent. You can’t run around half naked."



Dorian waved his hand and transfigured his black trousers into indecently tight and ripped jeans that rode dangerously low on his hips and he conjured a skin tight worn black T-shirt.



"You’re a fucking horny bastard," Ginevra said, throwing the towel Severus had been using at Dorian and hitting him in the face. She still hadn’t grown accustomed to the muggle clothing that Dorian wore occasionally. He didn’t have much right now largely because Voldemort had purchased all of his clothes and he hadn’t had much in the past because he had to wear Dudley’s cast-offs.



"Fine. You can pick out your own clothes. I intend to dress as I wish. It’s that or else no clothes at all. You pick."



"Fine…buy whatever clothes you are willing to keep on your body just let me chose my own," Ginevra said, amused at the thought of her brother traipsing around Hogsmeade in the buff.



"You never told us what type of shop you are opening, Prince," Lucius said, watching his leader interact with his sister with amusement. He was pleased that Ginevra had come to Headquarters. She allowed the Prince to relax much more and she tended to help divert his energies into safer (and less painful) directions.



"Something along the lines of what Bella suggested although we will also serve coffee and tea food. It will be like a curiosity shop. I figured that would have the most universal pull and be the easiest to run."



"So what is our story?" Ginevra asked as the group left the bathroom and returned to the bedroom.



"Our parents died when I was sixteen and you were thirteen—that’s five years ago, just so you know. Anyhow, no one particularly wanted to take us in so we moved out of our parents’ apartment and into a smaller one across town. We worked waiting tables to make the rent and we studied our books in the morning before our shifts—"



"Aren’t we studious!" Ginevra commented, smiling.



"Hmph. Well, you’re going to continue to be studious next year, sis so buck up. It’ll be just like old times as far as they are concerned." He pulled his transfigured pants and shirt off and turned to his wardrobe. "At any rate, last year we decided we wanted to leave America so we started saving our money. We finally saved enough and moved out here to set up a shop of our own."



"What are our names?"



"I’ll still be Dorian or Ian—you call me that enough already. Since no one knows my birth name it is safe to keep using it. What about you?"



"I don’t know," Ginevra said thoughtfully.



"I had thought about Lorelai for you," Dorian said.



"Not a very subtle warning, is it brother?"



He smiled at her shamelessly and shrugged. "What? Guys need to know to leave you the hell alone. You’re off limits."



"I can date whom I want," she said tartly.



"If you want to think so," he said, his smile never leaving. He opened the wardrobe and started rooting around for some clothes. "Really though, Gin, you cannot chance dating anyone from Hogwarts. If you said or did the wrong thing they would expose you in a second."



Lucius’ eyes nearly popped out of his head as he caught sight of the veritable sex-toy store that the wardrobe door had been concealing. He looked between the array of paddles, canes and light whips and his oldest friend, his jaw dropping.



Severus rolled his eyes and stepped over to the wardrobe, making short work out of picking out clothing for his sub. Dorian looked over the choices and then nodded his thanks before pulling the leather pants and tight red shirt on.



Lucius was still staring at them in shock, trying to process how his friend had changed his sexual preferences so easily to switch from being Master to submissive. He simply couldn’t comprehend it but the evidence was clear to him that his friend was not only in a relationship with a Dom but was enjoying it.



The toys were in his Prince’s wardrobe. Obviously, he was the one to wield them. Not to mention it was ludicrous to imagine his Prince of all people as a submissive.



Ginevra punched his shoulder, hard, and then smiled sweetly when he finally turned to her. He found himself grateful for her intervention though and he pulled himself back together.



Dorian stood still as Severus straightened out his clothing for him. He loathed clothing and was generally hopeless at dressing himself decently. He found it just as constricting and infuriating whether it was put on correctly or not.



Lucius watched in silence, nearly jumping when Dorian suddenly turned to him.



"Well?" Dorian asked Lucius expectantly.



"Sir?" Lucius had no idea what he was talking about.



"My sister and I are going to go shopping. That means your son needs to be here. Where is he?" he snapped impatiently.



Lucius swallowed quickly, trying to remain calm. "I apologize, Prince. I must have forgotten your order."



"I didn’t give it," Dorian said slowly but firmly, as if that made perfect sense.



Ginevra stepped in, knowing that her brother’s impatience was about to shine through on the unwitting man. "Perhaps Draco would enjoy accompanying us on our trip. He could begin his charade of befriending the Americans, making it easier for people to believe why he would work in our shop."



Lucius nodded his understanding. "Forgive me, my Prince. I will go call him."



On his way out the door he heard his friend softly chide his Prince for his harsh words and shook his head in confusion.



After the door was firmly shut Severus started talking again.



"Pet, you really must learn to reign in your temper. It was hardly his fault that he had no idea what you were talking about since you never told him in the first place."



Dorian sighed heavily. "I’m sorry Sir. I do try, really I do. I just…" he shrugged his shoulders helplessly.



Severus nodded his understanding. Dorian had become much more irritable since his Father had died. Incubi were social creatures and he needed the influence of another Incubus. Unfortunately for him, he was the only known Incubus living in the world. He had little hope for a miraculous return of Black and so he and Remus simply tried to fill in as best they could.



Black Sr. had managed to live with his sanity more or less intact without another incubus to associate with until his mid thirties—and he didn’t have a mate to soothe him. Severus now simply hoped that Dorian could keep it together for another fifteen years. By that point, the war should be over and it would be safe for him to give his pet a child. He didn’t dare allow his pet to become pregnant until his position was secure and he could be guaranteed of a safe delivery.



"I understand, pet. You do need to be more careful though. Lucius saw your toys and was shocked."



"Well let him bloody well find out! I’m fucking sick of trying to step around this!"



Severus stared at him for a brief moment, trying to take in what he had heard. "You don’t mind Lucius knowing?" he finally said slowly.



"Are you so ashamed of me that you need to hide me away?" Dorian asked, his voice breaking at the thought of it.



"Of course not, Dorian, you’re being a Gryffindor. I didn’t think you would want your soldiers knowing about it, that’s all."



"Why not?" Dorian asked petulantly, running his fingers through his newly shorter hair and throwing himself on the bed in a huff.



Severus turned to Ginevra for help.



"Well…we rather thought you might want to keep it private. Not all of them would understand or respect your decision," Ginevra said gently.



"Luc would. He’s Sev’s brother."



Severus smacked Dorian on the arse for the lack of respect in his address but he thought about it. Why couldn’t Lucius know? Perhaps it would be imprudent to tell the other soldiers, and it certainly would be foolish to tell Draco at the moment, but he could tell his closest friends.



He sat down on the bed beside his pet in silence for a few more moments before tugging roughly on his hair to get Dorian to turn to him.



Dorian rolled over without pause, his eyes a strange mixture of vulnerability and anger at the perceived slight.



"We can tell whomever you wish, pet. I just wanted to allow you some privacy, if you wished it."



Dorian nodded and scootched in closer, resting his head on his Master’s knee.



"You need to get your emotions under control better, pet. You know me well enough by now to know why I do or do not do things. It is not your place to question me."



"I am sorry, Sir. I do try, I just…I miss him."



"I know."



Dorian nuzzled more deeply into his Master’s lap, rubbing his cheek gently against his rapidly hardening cock. A rumbling purr slipped out.



"Leave us, Ginevra," Severus ordered.



Ginny didn’t argue at all, she simply nodded and stepped into the sitting room to wait for them to be done. She knew that the current situation was trying on her brother and his lover. Dorian needed to reassert their positions again and again when in private to remain comfortable. The strain was showing.



"May I, Sir?" Dorian asked softly.



"Yes pet."



Dorian quickly knelt up and reached around to unbutton Severus’ pants and slip his cock out. He moaned softly as he licked a drop of precum from the tip.



"Silence, pet," Severus ordered.



Dorian quickly acquiesced and licked the cock from base to tip before starting properly.



Severus gasped and tightened his hold on Dorian’s head, feeling momentary irritation at the newly changed hair. He loathed this disguise.



He simply pushed himself further into the hot mouth to end those fruitless thoughts.



Dorian stilled and allowed his Master to fuck his mouth with abandon, nearly slipping down his throat before pulling back once more. He swallowed quickly, trying not to gag.



"That’s it, pet."



Dorian preened at the compliment and set to with renewed vigour.



Severus nearly leapt from his seat, his balls tightened so fast. Unable to slow down anymore, he gripped Dorian’s hair and pushed in as far as he dared, a sharp breath the only audible sign of his completion.



Dorian licked his lips happily and gave his Master’s cock one last quick lick before settling back down.



Severus reached over to attend to his sub but he saw that Dorian had already come, evidently without even touching himself. "Teenagers," he muttered, smiling. He loved it that Dorian found his submission so erotic.



"Sir?"



"Yes?"



"May I ask you to meet up with us at some point in Diagon Alley?"



Severus thought about the request for a moment. "That would be acceptable, so long as I was not recognizable."



Dorian nodded his understanding and was quiet once more, patiently waiting for his soldiers to return.



Severus spelled the connecting door to the sitting room back open. After a few moments Ginevra stepped through and settled down in the bedside chair.



Lucius knocked on the door again and the two men stood up. Dorian got off the bed and opened the door with a quick wandless charm. "Let’s go, shall we?" he said, turning to Ginevra.



"Do you wish for any other soldiers to accompany you, Prince?" Severus asked.



Dorian turned and looked at the other men for a moment before turning back to his Master. "No. You will meet us for lunch. Draco, tell them where we are lunching."



"Um…um…" Draco frantically ran through the top restaurants in his head trying to pick one that would please his leader. "Argosto’s," he finally announced.



"You will be there at one" Dorian announced, giving Severus a firm look that made it clear he would brook no debate on this point.



"Of course, Dorian," Severus said with a small bow. Lucius followed suit.



"Deal with your appearance. Take polyjuice or use a glamour. Deal with it."



"Of course," Severus replied, knowing that he could not be seen as a confidant—much less a date—of the new American. If Dumbledore found out then he would try to force Severus to spy on the American as well as the Dark Lord.



"My Prince, how old are you and your sister supposed to be again?" Draco asked nervously.



"Dorian and Lorelai," Dorian snapped, then closed his eyes. He really needed to try harder to be, well…not nice but at least genial. "I did not intend to be so harsh, Dragon."



"Quite understandable, Pr—Dorian. I will endeavor to remember your new name."



"See that you do." He paused for a moment as he stared at his hands before pulling on a few simple rings from the open jewelry case on his dresser. "We are twenty one and eighteen. You will attend lunch as well, Luci."



Lucius managed to hide his wince at the butchered name and nodded quickly. "As you wish, Dorian."



"Well?" Dorian said sharply, glaring at Draco.



"I’m ready when you are" Ginny said cheerfully, luckily distracting Dorian from his temporarily bad mood as well as saving a panic-stricken Draco from attempting to answer such a vague statement from his leader.