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Chapters:
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Rhomulus's Blood Line
A few weeks later...
I lay exhausted in my bed, Damion's heated arms wrapped around me as I listened to the steady breathing and the rapid pounding of his heart, listened as it tried to slow itself down so that the pulse could settle back into its normal state. Sweat clung to our bodies, and my hair stuck to my back where Damion's body pressed against my own that was drained to the last dregs of its energy, but it was worth it. It was so bloody worth it. The gasps, the moans, the pure PLEASURE of it. It was enough to make any one's head spin, and it was all mine, and nothing could have made me happier. My chest heaved outward as my lungs grabbed all the fresh air they could hold, and I felt Damion's body pull even closer to mine, combining our sweet yet sticky sweat together, creating a new flavour. I was in pure ecstasy as all sound and light faded out. All my eyes allowed me to see was Damion's body glistening in the moonlight, and all my ears allowed me to hear was the escape of his breath. I was teetering on the line of slumber and passion, so close that I was already deep within. In fact, I was so deep I didn't even hear the oncoming of footsteps stalk down the stairway and toward my chamber. I didn't hear the echoing of my friend's coming to interrupt our fun. I looked at Damion, my grey eyes filled with every wonderous emotion they could hold, as I stated,
"My ass hurts." Flieder gave a soft chuckle as he started toward me, about to bestow his magical kiss when,
"Lucius! Damion! What the hell?!" Romulus's voice cut the heavy silence with a crashing blow. I quickly turned to face him, covering my naked body with my eyes wide in surprise. I had turned to stutter an explaination, but what can you say in a situtation like that? I stared at the chocolate brown of his eyes, all other colours swirling in a dizzying blur when I heard another voice cut into the craziness. It was a sharp pain, a bullet to the chest. The cool roll of his crafty tongue seeped through out my body, creating a variety of goosebumps to materialise down my spine while a ravid fire burned through out me.
"Damion must be wonderful if you would take him over me," Dominic chuckled. I tore my eyes from Rhomulus and everything came back into focus. I felt myself blush as I glanced over the incubus, and my throat went even dryer. His icy eyes sparkled with malice and deception, but there was also something else in them. There was something hidden in those artic souls. There was a mix of lust and jealousy. Jealousy... in Dominic? The lust I could understand, but the jealousy was like a whole new emotion in him. I continued to watch him, waiting for him to say something else when I heard a growl of disgust escape Rhomulus's lips. I looked at himand something must have shown on my face, or Dominic's, because Romulus scowled as he said,
"That is sick. You and Damion... together. I just... no!" Then, he ran off in an angry disgust. My silver eyes swivelled back to Desir and stared at him a while longer, the silence deepening when I heard a rustle behind me. I turned to see my lover struggling to put his shirt back over his head while he searched wildly for his lost pants. The sheets slid around in multiple directions so that Damion's manhood peeked through the black fabric. I felt myself blush as I watched the appendage push its way to open air. It wouldn't have been so bad if Dominic hadn't been in the room. I felt like he was judging me. I hated it; it just felt so awkward. Dom let out a soft chuckle as he watched my boyfriend hop into his ebony pants. Then, I felt a rush of heat flow through my frame, but it was not the rush of embarrasment this time. It was a rampage of anger and jealousy. I felt the waves of Dominic's power trickle into the room. I looked to the incubus as I gave him a warning.
"Dominic, stop it." He looked at me quizzically, much like he did not know what I was talking about, when he opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Damion walking past us, causing my silver eyes to follow my German lover.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"It is awkward in here. I cannot stand it anymore," and with that, he left the room. I stared at the empty spot where he had stood, the silence washing over me ,like a churning waterfall, when I felt a hot wind of breath sweep across my neck. I turned around to see the kissable lips of Dominic Desir inches from my face. They were partically open as if he was about to place a kiss upon my skin. A minty scent escaped through the cavity in a mist of wonderous flavour, making my head spin. I felt himinch closer, and a hand swept through my golden hair, pleasing and calming me. My throat went dry as I tried to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn't come. Finally, a mumbled whisper managed to flee the prison.
"Dom, don't. I- I'm with Damion." His hand continued to stroke my hair, a sultry smirl on his face, as he answered,
"You know you're enjoying it, Lucius."
"That's not the point, Dominic, and you know it. If lust was the the only thing that mattered in a relationship, then, well, there would be a lot more working out."
"So you are enjoying it?" he grinned.
"Dom..." I started, but he stopped me with a word, placing a finger upon my lips. His hand stopped through the strands of sunshine, and I felt that strong hand grab a handful of it. Then, he whispered in that passionate tone of his, the velvet of his lips mere millimetres away from my own.
"It's just a kiss." I looked at him, my somky eyes gazing into his dazzling azure ones as I asked,
"What's the catch, Dominic?"
"Catch? What do you mean, my flame? All I wish to do is keep you safe."
"Keep me safe?" I asked. "With a kiss?"
"It's a kiss of protection. One of my powers is to bestow a kiss, once every fifteen years, that will heal any wound in a matter of seconds, suck the pain our of any burn. Barely anything can harm you."
"There has to be more to it than that. Nothing can harm me? I find that hard to believe."
"I never said nothing could harm you," Dominic chuckled. "Of course, there are limits on something as powerful as this. If there wasn't, too many people would be immortal."
"So what are they?" I inquired.
"Well, first off, demons can still hurt you, along with devils and angels. Other than those groups, you cannot be touched, unless you give the tormentor permission to bloody you, or simply hurt you in any way. Self-mutilation counts as giving permission. Unfortunatly, if you do give them the needed permission, and they go through with it, the kiss will no longer work, and harm can come to you once again." I continued to stare into his drowning eyes of winter ice, waiting for him to continue. When I realised he was finished describing the kiss, I asked,
"Why would you choose me for this though?" Dominic just looked at me, his hand clasped in my hair, not loosening in the slightest, until he replied with,
"I figured Romulus might be a tad upset about you being homosexual. I have a feeling he might try to hurt you, and we wouldn't want to lose that beautiful face of yours, would we, Lucius?"
"No, I guess not."
"Then, let me give it to you; let me kiss you," and some time in that series of seconds, I nodded my head. Dominic's hand tightened its grip as he brought me forward those last few inches. A rush of power flowed through my body, eating me from the mouth down, stealing part of my soul yet giving me part of its own. The magic? poured outward, sending its aura in heated waves. I remember feeling him pressing into me, brusing my soft lips as his arms wrapped around me, and the rest of him soon followed, straddling my waist. Then, I started to groan underneath him, and I also felt the incubus pounding with the blood of his own erection, which made me even "happier". Dominic pressed into me, so close that our chest touched as his tongue began to push into my mouth. That's when I pulled away, and all the naked energy poured into me. Desir continued to straddle me as he pushed me onto the bed, pinning me.
"Is something wrong, Lucius?"
"Dominic, let me up. I'm not with you; I'm with Damion."
"That could change," he cooed, one of his hands trailing toward me member. "Think about it. You would still be with some one you admire, and you could continue being the great, little masochist that you are without losing that protection you have received."
"It doesn't matter if I lust after you, Dom; it won't make me stop loving Damion." Then, he startled back quickly, exposing my naked body to the air. He stared at me for a while, a look of slight astonishment in his eyes, before he turned to go, leaving me on the bed with naughty images dancing in my head.
Night fell onto the castle as I tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep. After a few more minutes of no success, I launched myself from the bed, strutting out of the common room door. I walked down the hallway, my body casting lengthy, black shadows on the stone walls when I saw another silhouette in the night. My eyes squinted in the moonlight, trying to decipher who it was. It walked away, a ray of the orb's glow shining upon the humanoid, the chocolate eyes, the golden hair. It was Romulus. I watched him quizzically, wondering what he was doing at the time of the night, and I followed him. I followed him through the twists and turns of the corridors, descending down rails of stairs, up and down, until we turned one more corner, and I had to use everything not to gasp. Remus Lupin had been standing there, waiting for his brother. His hair was cut short, unlike Rhomulus, and the matching eyes glittered in the moonlight, reflecting the silver orb. Remus was stepped back into the shadow, almost as if he was frightened by it. He continued to stare at his brother, until he spoke, his voice like a knife ripping the curtain of the darkness.
"What do you want, Romulus?"
"What do you think? The same thing as usual." Remus sighed, replying with,
"Would you rather be what I am?" I saw Romulus shake his head, and he began to storm away, leaving Remus Lupin to call after him. "Rom..." The other stopped short, turning around to meet his brother. "I'm sorry." Then, they stepped toward each other, Remus's hand pressed against the back of Rom's neck, pushing him forward, and Reamus pressed his lips against his sibling's mouth. It was chaste and passionate at the same time, quick yet lingering. Finally, they pulled apart, and I watched as Remus Lupin started back in the other direction. Rhomulus just stood there, and I continued to watch him until I finally stepped out of the shadows, joining him in the moonlight.
"Interesting relationship you have with your brother." Lupin quickly turned around, his brown eyes no longer the colour of a beautiful oak, but that eerie amber. His lip twitched, a snarl coming into play. Then, in a lightning flash, he lunged forward, pinning me against the wall. His canines flashed in the light of the waxing crescent as he growled,
"I'd advise that you keep your mouth shut."
"I wat to know about your blood line, how you became what you are."
"I do not think you are in the postion to bargin. For example, you can't talk if I rip your voice box out." I just smiled, determined to find out all I could about my friend.
"I dare you; I doubt you can do anything about it anyway." Next, he moved with that liquid grace, his claws sinking deep into my adam's apple, but not even a drop of blood had spilled out before the wound had healed. i saw Romulus's wolf-like eyes grow wide as he asked,
"What are you?"
"Something you can't hurt. That blow would have killed me quickly, Rom, and you know it. Now, I want to know how you got to be what you are, or this whole school will know about you and your brother." Rhomulus stared at me, releasing his pin as he replied,
"Only if you don't tell anyone else, and if you do, well, you can't be hurt, but Damion sure as hell can."
"I would kill you if you killed him." Lupin just shrugged.
"He would still be dead."
"Fine, I won't tell anyone as long as you don't hurt Damion." Romulus Lupin smiled, a wry grin with teeth of uncanny length.
"Very well," he said. "It started a long time ago. Remus was six years of age. Well, one night, he was attacked by a werewolf. It was horrible. There was blood everywhere when we had found him. Hell, we didn't even think he would survive. I don't know what would have been better - a life of disbandment or an early death. Until he went here, I wasn't even sure if he was sure, but anyway, as you can see, Remus did survive, and he had contracted lycanthropy. We tried everything to cure him. My father had even tried to murder him. He had said that he was dangerous, that werewolves didn't deserve to live. I think it was simply an excuse to rid himself of Remus; he never did care for him. The years passed, and we hid behind the mask of a normal life. I still played with my brother. Well, one day, right after the full moon, I was messing around with Remus, and we had got caught in a thorn bush. By the time we got out, we were bleeding everywhere. Well, I said something demening, being the ass that I am so he pushed me down the hill we were standing on, but I had managed, somehow, to bring him down with me. Anyway, by the time we reached the bottom of the hill, not only were we covered with our own blood, but each others.
"Somehow his had gotten into mine, inflicting me with a shadow of his disease. I could control it better, except when I got angry. I received his horrible flesh craving, I received his speed, and his canines. I received, well, you've seen me when I'm angry, the way my humanity slips away. I received all that, and I never completely forgave him for it, and yet I thank him for it. He made me quicker and stronger without the full discrimination. I could hide what I was so much easier than he could. Compared to his condition, I was blessed."
"I'm not going to get fangs if your blood gets in mine, am I?"
"No," he answered. "Nor Remus's. I shouldn't have been affected by it. Lycanthrophy is not contagious in human form. My family and I believe it is because we are brothers, and the fact that we share the same blood." Then, he turned to leave. "Perhaps, one day, I'll find out," and then he trudged back toward the Slytherin common room.
I lay exhausted in my bed, Damion's heated arms wrapped around me as I listened to the steady breathing and the rapid pounding of his heart, listened as it tried to slow itself down so that the pulse could settle back into its normal state. Sweat clung to our bodies, and my hair stuck to my back where Damion's body pressed against my own that was drained to the last dregs of its energy, but it was worth it. It was so bloody worth it. The gasps, the moans, the pure PLEASURE of it. It was enough to make any one's head spin, and it was all mine, and nothing could have made me happier. My chest heaved outward as my lungs grabbed all the fresh air they could hold, and I felt Damion's body pull even closer to mine, combining our sweet yet sticky sweat together, creating a new flavour. I was in pure ecstasy as all sound and light faded out. All my eyes allowed me to see was Damion's body glistening in the moonlight, and all my ears allowed me to hear was the escape of his breath. I was teetering on the line of slumber and passion, so close that I was already deep within. In fact, I was so deep I didn't even hear the oncoming of footsteps stalk down the stairway and toward my chamber. I didn't hear the echoing of my friend's coming to interrupt our fun. I looked at Damion, my grey eyes filled with every wonderous emotion they could hold, as I stated,
"My ass hurts." Flieder gave a soft chuckle as he started toward me, about to bestow his magical kiss when,
"Lucius! Damion! What the hell?!" Romulus's voice cut the heavy silence with a crashing blow. I quickly turned to face him, covering my naked body with my eyes wide in surprise. I had turned to stutter an explaination, but what can you say in a situtation like that? I stared at the chocolate brown of his eyes, all other colours swirling in a dizzying blur when I heard another voice cut into the craziness. It was a sharp pain, a bullet to the chest. The cool roll of his crafty tongue seeped through out my body, creating a variety of goosebumps to materialise down my spine while a ravid fire burned through out me.
"Damion must be wonderful if you would take him over me," Dominic chuckled. I tore my eyes from Rhomulus and everything came back into focus. I felt myself blush as I glanced over the incubus, and my throat went even dryer. His icy eyes sparkled with malice and deception, but there was also something else in them. There was something hidden in those artic souls. There was a mix of lust and jealousy. Jealousy... in Dominic? The lust I could understand, but the jealousy was like a whole new emotion in him. I continued to watch him, waiting for him to say something else when I heard a growl of disgust escape Rhomulus's lips. I looked at himand something must have shown on my face, or Dominic's, because Romulus scowled as he said,
"That is sick. You and Damion... together. I just... no!" Then, he ran off in an angry disgust. My silver eyes swivelled back to Desir and stared at him a while longer, the silence deepening when I heard a rustle behind me. I turned to see my lover struggling to put his shirt back over his head while he searched wildly for his lost pants. The sheets slid around in multiple directions so that Damion's manhood peeked through the black fabric. I felt myself blush as I watched the appendage push its way to open air. It wouldn't have been so bad if Dominic hadn't been in the room. I felt like he was judging me. I hated it; it just felt so awkward. Dom let out a soft chuckle as he watched my boyfriend hop into his ebony pants. Then, I felt a rush of heat flow through my frame, but it was not the rush of embarrasment this time. It was a rampage of anger and jealousy. I felt the waves of Dominic's power trickle into the room. I looked to the incubus as I gave him a warning.
"Dominic, stop it." He looked at me quizzically, much like he did not know what I was talking about, when he opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Damion walking past us, causing my silver eyes to follow my German lover.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"It is awkward in here. I cannot stand it anymore," and with that, he left the room. I stared at the empty spot where he had stood, the silence washing over me ,like a churning waterfall, when I felt a hot wind of breath sweep across my neck. I turned around to see the kissable lips of Dominic Desir inches from my face. They were partically open as if he was about to place a kiss upon my skin. A minty scent escaped through the cavity in a mist of wonderous flavour, making my head spin. I felt himinch closer, and a hand swept through my golden hair, pleasing and calming me. My throat went dry as I tried to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn't come. Finally, a mumbled whisper managed to flee the prison.
"Dom, don't. I- I'm with Damion." His hand continued to stroke my hair, a sultry smirl on his face, as he answered,
"You know you're enjoying it, Lucius."
"That's not the point, Dominic, and you know it. If lust was the the only thing that mattered in a relationship, then, well, there would be a lot more working out."
"So you are enjoying it?" he grinned.
"Dom..." I started, but he stopped me with a word, placing a finger upon my lips. His hand stopped through the strands of sunshine, and I felt that strong hand grab a handful of it. Then, he whispered in that passionate tone of his, the velvet of his lips mere millimetres away from my own.
"It's just a kiss." I looked at him, my somky eyes gazing into his dazzling azure ones as I asked,
"What's the catch, Dominic?"
"Catch? What do you mean, my flame? All I wish to do is keep you safe."
"Keep me safe?" I asked. "With a kiss?"
"It's a kiss of protection. One of my powers is to bestow a kiss, once every fifteen years, that will heal any wound in a matter of seconds, suck the pain our of any burn. Barely anything can harm you."
"There has to be more to it than that. Nothing can harm me? I find that hard to believe."
"I never said nothing could harm you," Dominic chuckled. "Of course, there are limits on something as powerful as this. If there wasn't, too many people would be immortal."
"So what are they?" I inquired.
"Well, first off, demons can still hurt you, along with devils and angels. Other than those groups, you cannot be touched, unless you give the tormentor permission to bloody you, or simply hurt you in any way. Self-mutilation counts as giving permission. Unfortunatly, if you do give them the needed permission, and they go through with it, the kiss will no longer work, and harm can come to you once again." I continued to stare into his drowning eyes of winter ice, waiting for him to continue. When I realised he was finished describing the kiss, I asked,
"Why would you choose me for this though?" Dominic just looked at me, his hand clasped in my hair, not loosening in the slightest, until he replied with,
"I figured Romulus might be a tad upset about you being homosexual. I have a feeling he might try to hurt you, and we wouldn't want to lose that beautiful face of yours, would we, Lucius?"
"No, I guess not."
"Then, let me give it to you; let me kiss you," and some time in that series of seconds, I nodded my head. Dominic's hand tightened its grip as he brought me forward those last few inches. A rush of power flowed through my body, eating me from the mouth down, stealing part of my soul yet giving me part of its own. The magic? poured outward, sending its aura in heated waves. I remember feeling him pressing into me, brusing my soft lips as his arms wrapped around me, and the rest of him soon followed, straddling my waist. Then, I started to groan underneath him, and I also felt the incubus pounding with the blood of his own erection, which made me even "happier". Dominic pressed into me, so close that our chest touched as his tongue began to push into my mouth. That's when I pulled away, and all the naked energy poured into me. Desir continued to straddle me as he pushed me onto the bed, pinning me.
"Is something wrong, Lucius?"
"Dominic, let me up. I'm not with you; I'm with Damion."
"That could change," he cooed, one of his hands trailing toward me member. "Think about it. You would still be with some one you admire, and you could continue being the great, little masochist that you are without losing that protection you have received."
"It doesn't matter if I lust after you, Dom; it won't make me stop loving Damion." Then, he startled back quickly, exposing my naked body to the air. He stared at me for a while, a look of slight astonishment in his eyes, before he turned to go, leaving me on the bed with naughty images dancing in my head.
Night fell onto the castle as I tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep. After a few more minutes of no success, I launched myself from the bed, strutting out of the common room door. I walked down the hallway, my body casting lengthy, black shadows on the stone walls when I saw another silhouette in the night. My eyes squinted in the moonlight, trying to decipher who it was. It walked away, a ray of the orb's glow shining upon the humanoid, the chocolate eyes, the golden hair. It was Romulus. I watched him quizzically, wondering what he was doing at the time of the night, and I followed him. I followed him through the twists and turns of the corridors, descending down rails of stairs, up and down, until we turned one more corner, and I had to use everything not to gasp. Remus Lupin had been standing there, waiting for his brother. His hair was cut short, unlike Rhomulus, and the matching eyes glittered in the moonlight, reflecting the silver orb. Remus was stepped back into the shadow, almost as if he was frightened by it. He continued to stare at his brother, until he spoke, his voice like a knife ripping the curtain of the darkness.
"What do you want, Romulus?"
"What do you think? The same thing as usual." Remus sighed, replying with,
"Would you rather be what I am?" I saw Romulus shake his head, and he began to storm away, leaving Remus Lupin to call after him. "Rom..." The other stopped short, turning around to meet his brother. "I'm sorry." Then, they stepped toward each other, Remus's hand pressed against the back of Rom's neck, pushing him forward, and Reamus pressed his lips against his sibling's mouth. It was chaste and passionate at the same time, quick yet lingering. Finally, they pulled apart, and I watched as Remus Lupin started back in the other direction. Rhomulus just stood there, and I continued to watch him until I finally stepped out of the shadows, joining him in the moonlight.
"Interesting relationship you have with your brother." Lupin quickly turned around, his brown eyes no longer the colour of a beautiful oak, but that eerie amber. His lip twitched, a snarl coming into play. Then, in a lightning flash, he lunged forward, pinning me against the wall. His canines flashed in the light of the waxing crescent as he growled,
"I'd advise that you keep your mouth shut."
"I wat to know about your blood line, how you became what you are."
"I do not think you are in the postion to bargin. For example, you can't talk if I rip your voice box out." I just smiled, determined to find out all I could about my friend.
"I dare you; I doubt you can do anything about it anyway." Next, he moved with that liquid grace, his claws sinking deep into my adam's apple, but not even a drop of blood had spilled out before the wound had healed. i saw Romulus's wolf-like eyes grow wide as he asked,
"What are you?"
"Something you can't hurt. That blow would have killed me quickly, Rom, and you know it. Now, I want to know how you got to be what you are, or this whole school will know about you and your brother." Rhomulus stared at me, releasing his pin as he replied,
"Only if you don't tell anyone else, and if you do, well, you can't be hurt, but Damion sure as hell can."
"I would kill you if you killed him." Lupin just shrugged.
"He would still be dead."
"Fine, I won't tell anyone as long as you don't hurt Damion." Romulus Lupin smiled, a wry grin with teeth of uncanny length.
"Very well," he said. "It started a long time ago. Remus was six years of age. Well, one night, he was attacked by a werewolf. It was horrible. There was blood everywhere when we had found him. Hell, we didn't even think he would survive. I don't know what would have been better - a life of disbandment or an early death. Until he went here, I wasn't even sure if he was sure, but anyway, as you can see, Remus did survive, and he had contracted lycanthropy. We tried everything to cure him. My father had even tried to murder him. He had said that he was dangerous, that werewolves didn't deserve to live. I think it was simply an excuse to rid himself of Remus; he never did care for him. The years passed, and we hid behind the mask of a normal life. I still played with my brother. Well, one day, right after the full moon, I was messing around with Remus, and we had got caught in a thorn bush. By the time we got out, we were bleeding everywhere. Well, I said something demening, being the ass that I am so he pushed me down the hill we were standing on, but I had managed, somehow, to bring him down with me. Anyway, by the time we reached the bottom of the hill, not only were we covered with our own blood, but each others.
"Somehow his had gotten into mine, inflicting me with a shadow of his disease. I could control it better, except when I got angry. I received his horrible flesh craving, I received his speed, and his canines. I received, well, you've seen me when I'm angry, the way my humanity slips away. I received all that, and I never completely forgave him for it, and yet I thank him for it. He made me quicker and stronger without the full discrimination. I could hide what I was so much easier than he could. Compared to his condition, I was blessed."
"I'm not going to get fangs if your blood gets in mine, am I?"
"No," he answered. "Nor Remus's. I shouldn't have been affected by it. Lycanthrophy is not contagious in human form. My family and I believe it is because we are brothers, and the fact that we share the same blood." Then, he turned to leave. "Perhaps, one day, I'll find out," and then he trudged back toward the Slytherin common room.