Cheating Time, Unwilling Fate outtakes

Cheating time, Unwilling fate: Outtakes. I may or may not include it in my story.

Alex/ Harry is part-vampire. This scene happens some time after the first confrontation with the Malfoys. Contains explicit,slash, part violent, bloody graphic vampire sex. You are warned.

It is harsh, cold and rough, and truth in its entirety as Alex has described. He knows there will be no turning back. In his plain view lies, a rectangular altar of stone carved with ancient runes, covered with sand and herbs, raised in the back to force the person on it in a kneeling position, hips raised and head bent down, to be taken in a ritual. It is a ritual altar he recognizes; a few weeks ago he would have wished never to be on it. Chains hang at all four corners, with separate indentations for securing hands and feet of the unfortunate victims, usually used in dark fertility rituals. Herbs cover it, used traditionally to promote the virility of the dominant and fertility of the submissive, just as he expected.

Alex is standing behind him, their bodies flush against each other, holding his hand as he inspects his soon to be perch, his other hand playing with his now short hair. Alex breathes in his hair, tickling him slightly, Lucius arches his neck almost subconsciously, and bares long smooth expanse of an unmarked neck. His body relaxes, leaning against Alex, trying to ward of the chill in the hidden cave.

"Are you afraid?" Trepidation creeps in Alex's voice as he asks. Lucius turns and looks the part-vampire in the eyes. There is no love between the two, yet Alex is freedom, from a life of servitude, to a person who may not be as benevolent a master, as Alex appears. His choice is made; perhaps it was made a long time ago. He stops worrying.

"Yes and no… I understand, what it takes."

Lucius understands, yet his fright shakes him on the inside. It is a Dark ritual, they are about to undertake. Only a select few mortals even know of it. It is one of the oldest bonds, in the Vampiric lore and only used on virgins, or mates who refused to bond to their mates, taken by force, only by one of the high Vampire Lords of the Royal clan, later turned or killed. It is dangerous knowledge, fiercely protected by the Vampires, the magic is elegantly simple and unbreakable, and its practice outlawed even for Vampire courtiers, except by the Royal family; moreover once in place, it is indistinguishable from a natural bonding between the two willing partners. He knows because he had delved in the darkest corners of the Knockturns alley, in varying disguises, and once secured a very sticky deal, which bore him a surprising result. The only book, ever to contain this information in Human realm, lies under heavy protection in a high security vault, hidden even from his father. How Alex knows of it, he could not fathom?

Alex looks at him curiously, perhaps surprised at his knowledge and calm, but it's hard to tell in his closed face. The teenager who had so blatantly defied his father a few hours ago is replaced by a colder, calculating individual. He shivers, realizing what Black was talking about. Alex feels sinister.

Alex smirks, slowly gathering the blond closer, he teasingly kisses him, silently asking whether he can go though with it. Lucius assents, with a barely there nod. He looks at the altar again.

It isn't the soft and warm bed, Lucius had once envisioned losing his virginity on, but the lure of never having to bed the Dark Lord, is a strong motivation. He will be bound forever, with the choice he is making tonight. It will be painful, but in the end it will be his choice.

"It is time….. Lucius." He nods, allowing his cloak to be loosened and slide off his shoulders. No wizard magic is allowed inside the chambers, except for wards on the outside. Alex is easing out buttons on his robes now. Lucius looks up and smiles tentatively.

"I chose a long time ago, Alex. My mind made my choice the day you barged in my dressing room and healed me. I am yours… however do you want me….. I will be yours eternally."

Something shifts in Alex expression, Lucius glimpses the same expression he had caught on Alex's face that day, passion for him and indignation for his torn flesh. It warms him from the inside. Lucius blinks, and its gone.

"You will become my bond-mate tonight voluntary, but the ritual doesn't allow it. There will be pain, lots of it, there will be blood spilled…but you will be bound to me irrevocably… can you take it." Alex murmurs softly, as if trying not to scare him.

Lucius nods.

"Did you take the potion?" The potion had cleaned his body from the inside, purifying it.

"As soon as I received it."

"Trust me?" Lucius reaches for the warmth he felt just a few moments ago in his heart, and holds on to it.

"Always!" He whispers.

Alex cuts open the sash tying his outer robes with his knife. Robes pool at his feet. Alex's robes follow. Lucius is only dressed in a thin translucent tunic, sans undergarment or trousers, Alex's expression turns feral. They quietly undress each other, finally bare for each others eyes. Lucius is glowing in the light of the burning torches, giving an illusion of a sliver flame. Alex holds his hand, guides him back into the falling sheets of water, which along with parseltongue wards, shields their cave from the world, and they splash around naked, their hands exploring the shapes and contours of their intended's body. It is purely for his sake, Lucius knows. Alex is trying to ease him into it, and he appreciates. There is a silver bowl of herbs, settled on one of the rocks jutting out from cold black stone, which Alex scoops and proceeds to rub on his body, purifying him, for the ritual.

Alex kisses his chosen's delicate, creamy neck which leads to an equally creamy, fragile looking chest adorned with pink nipples, and no scars and bathes him carefully. Going further, Alex caresses the blond's penis, Lucius's breath hitches, and then his hands travel down to trace his smooth, porcelain legs. The feet are beautiful, their delicate arch quite tantalizing to Alex, who suckles on it and then pays his attention to his toes. Lucius relaxes at the comforting touch, sighing.

He pulls his viridian gaze up to the blond's delicate face, the high cheeks awash with a bright red blush, the aquiline nose, and rogue platinum hair mussed endearingly around the pretty face, pouting red lips, contrasting with the pale skin in the most breathtaking way. The wide, vibrant silver eyes outlined by thick blond lashes, reflects the pure innocence of the virgin body, he will be sullying shortly.

Alex finally grabs his potion and drinks it down. It contains a Vampire's blood, willingly given, as its main ingredient and gives him a tantalizing rush; he feels invigorated, his vampire side yawns awake inside him. Alex smiles at his chosen mate, appreciating his flawless beauty and Lucius smiles shyly back, squirming a bit once he notices the red ring around his green eyes, growing steadily and sharp canines. "Relax", he reassures his mate, "I am only part-vampire." Lucius nods, relaxing again.

The vampire sniffs his mate, satisfied that every impurity, every foreign scent is erased from his chosen's body and every orifice has been cleaned, he submerges him, ridding him of any debris. He submerges too and emerges, directly behind a gasping Lucius and grabs him around the waist. The ritual begins with hunting of the unwilling mate, and though they both are willing partners here, all ritual conditions needed to be satisfied about the hunting, capture and complete domination parts, in order to bind them irrevocably.

Lucius swallows nervously, but determination conquers any reluctance, left over in his mind. It is time to begin. He cries wilily, makes forceful, violent efforts to get free of his constrictions and strenuously fights, biting, kicking and raking his nails along his captor's arms, kicking at the legs holding him, almost slipping through Alex's grip once and tries to escape. His chest scrapes over some sharp rocks breaking the skin, as he straggles through the watery cave.

Alex growls sensing the spilled blood of his mate, his canines protrude, his reflexes sharpen, and he lunges at his fleeing mate, finally grabbing a firm hold, he bites hard, suckling softly and carries him kicking and screaming, over to the stone altar. Alex shoves him roughly, sprawling a weakened Lucius over the raised stone on all fours, prevents escape by quickly securing all his limbs to the chains at the base, holding him open, exposed, and completely at his mercy.

He struggles knowing that it will do no good; Alex bends over him, his fangs trailing over the lacerated flesh, eagerly licking the fresh blood and moaning, with one hand holding Lucius's flinching head down, harshly pulling at his locks, the position easing his breathing a bit. His other hand, grabs a silver ritual knife. The boy dissolves into tears and pleadings, beneath him to stop. Alex takes over and the vampire relinquishes the control sensing the importance of the moment, leans down to bite at Lucius's shoulder, setting his teeth into the flesh there a bites hard because he can; He growls his first vow,

"Operor vos trado plene (do you surrender completely), tribuo vestri volo (give yourself to me)"

Lucius turns slightly, sobbing as the sand irritates his wounds, and whispers the first vow, "etiam ego operor (yes, I do)"

Alex slashes at his wrist and holds the dripping blood to Lucius's lips. Lucius drinks reluctantly and then greedily, feeling immense euphoria welling up inside him, his pupils wide. After few gulps, Alex's moves his hand away. Lucius whines his protest, yet is held firmly in place by Alex's grip on his hair, lips ghosting over Lucius neck. Alex frees his right hand and Lucius tries to grab Alex's hand still dripping blood. Alex lets him drink, watching him with furrowed brows. Soon Lucius's mind is completely hazed with pleasure and he tries to snuggle.

Alex tugs at platinum locks harshly, keeping Lucius centered and frees his left leg, holding it up by his thigh and securing it. His body is completely covering Lucius, tan over pale flesh touching intimately. The vampire purrs, his cock hardens and nestles in the crack between Lucius's arse-cheeks. Lucius rubs his arse against his dominant's cock, feeling the mating frenzy fed by the bond, which begins to take hold. He grabs the bonding collar, the only thing that the wizarding world will see and recognize, for their bond to be legal and asks for the next vows, which will bind them together forever,

"spondeo constrictum ut meus cruor (promise to bind to my blood)"

" etiam ego operor (yes, I do)." The vampire bites at a vein in the bared neck, his canines marking his mate this time, drawing the sweet lifeblood and laps it up, simultaneously fastening the collar around his bond-mate's neck.

He growls out the last vow,

"spondeo quod veho tantum meus incruentus in vestri uterus (and promise to carry only my bloodline in your womb)

"etiam ego operor (yes, I do)"

Alex sighs, he lines his cock to Lucius's arse-hole and with one hard thrust buries himself inside the boy hilt-deep, simultaneously biting on the other side of his neck. Lucius screams as he is ruthlessly breached without any lube or preparation, the virgin ring of muscles are torn apart bleeding freely, but the beast is reveling in the complete bliss being inside his submissive; in the tight, hot sheath wrapped around him, the muscles clenching involuntarily and bleeding, in the delicious screams that rip their way out of his chosen's throat again and again.

The vampire chokes him with his enhanced vigor, muffling his screams in the sand and herbs. Blood spills from the boy's arse further spurring him on, lubricating the long appendage spearing the boy in half. Thrusting hard and fast, the vampire moves in and out of him in a rough rhythm, uncaring of the body still spasming in pain under him; his eyes squeeze shut against the onslaught of intense pain, Lucius's free hand scrabbles frantically at his dominant's hand fighting to free himself, but the rest of his body is expertly restrained. He screams again and again as he is taken brutally, feeling as if he has been ripped open, his throat burns and tears fall freely.

Magic spirals around them aiding in choking his screams, muzzling him like an animal, his tongue sewn to the base of his mouth and forcing him to submit completely, the first bond takes. Lucius's screams quietuses down into whimpers and strangled cries. Alex is still slamming into his hot, incredibly tight arse-hole harshly, now coming down from his beast induced high and loosening all the restraints one by one. He flips Lucius over gently now, the change in the angle now hitting his submissive's prostrate. Lucius gasps as pleasure shoots through him, his tongue rolls open, his body adapts to hard long thrusts, the magic now swirls around them, soothing his pain and anchoring their bond slowly. He opens his eyes and looks at his bond-mate.

Alex is staring at him intensely, at the exquisite picture that the blond makes. He is still bleeding but is grateful for the lubrication it provides, as Alex rams into his body hard again and again, he locks his legs around Alex's waist, raises his lower half to meet each thrust, throwing his head back, Alex holds his head tenderly supporting it. The ancient runes glow around the altar, cementing the vampire's dominance over his mate and the mate's acceptance, the swirling magic now absorbs in their skin, completing the second bond, marking them as bond-mates.

Alex grabs his shoulders and raises him up, pressing his lips against his and bites. His lips fall open granting him access. He is furiously and bruising-ly kissed. Alex is looking in his eyes now, their cheeks rub together.

"Are you all right."

"Bite me!" Lucius growls. Alex chuckles.

Alex puts his hands on his arse-cheeks and raises him from the altar, now totally intent on consuming his mate, slamming him against the rocky wall of the cavern. He bites at his hard, pebbled nipples, releasing a bit extra venom. It stings sharply and Lucius curses. Alex grins. Pleasure starts jolting through his body even more intensely with each thrust as the rock hard cock slams into his pleasure point. Lucius is screaming in ecstasy, even as his back is torn against the rocky wall.

"Harder…fuck me harder." he demands, as he locks his legs over Alex's buttocks, Alex is spanking him roughly as his punishment for his prior disobedience, and he gives himself over to Alex completely.

Alex's jaw is clenched. His body is taut and strung like a bow, as his arousal builds and he resists giving in too early. He knows now, is a test of his virility to keep his mate happy and sated and magic will not forgive a lapse at this point. He holds his mate, whispering more and more encouragement, Lucius rakes his nails at his chest and his back, wringing more pleasure for himself now, and keeping his own orgasm at bay. His thrusts grow frenzied as his mate screams and begs him to thrust inside him, harder and faster, sweat is pouring off his body with the effort of not just drowning in his pleasure and holding his mate upright.

Lucius slaps him hard again and again, when his grip slips once, he growls at his punishment, the red ring in his eyes growing prominent once more, but the inhumanness is held back, Lucius is holding his gaze almost lovingly now, and adrenalin pours in his body as he slams in his lover savagely, pounding against his prostate with each thrust. Alex kisses him and sets up a rhythm, fisting his mate's cock that is faster than the movement of his cock inside the boy, yet still manages to synchronize the two.

Lucius cries out in the grip of Alex's fist around his cock, moaning Alex's name yet again and again and comes all over his fist, finally blacking out. Alex carefully thrusts inside the blond now, the magic is satisfied and hums in sync with his pleasure, until he achieves his own climax, feeling the release of warm wet cloud of seed from his own cock inside the heated depths of his submissive's arse. It mixes with the virgin blood flowing from his chosen's arse, and anchors the magic and bonding irreversibly, completing the final bond. Lucius is his life-mate now. He allows his own groans to sound against the back of his boy's neck, where his mouth bites softly releasing more venom to heal him more quickly, just under the soft hair at the nape, thrumming into the spinal cord; like he prefers to communicate his appreciation directly into his unconscious submissive's synapses. His mark, his magic is coursing in his chosen's body subtly shifting and changing him.

"I love you," murmurs a delirious blond, his quite words ringing in the chambers. Alex stiffens, and then he lifts him up and carries him back to the waterfall.