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Bloody Skies	By : TokiMirage Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 44832 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: JKRowling owns Harry Potter. Everything else is mine. I do not make any money writing this fic.

Chapter List
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Bloody Skies
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Warning: Finally got some sexual content deserving of Adult+!
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Chapter Twelve:
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Cyrus stared at Yankovich in shock, for a moment uncomprehending of what the demon had just said. Finally, he managed to choke out, “W-what?”
Yankovich flexed his wings, an annoyed look on his face. “You didn’t honestly think that I wouldn’t hear about a dead basilisk being raised at that Pigwarts school, would you? Coinciding with the time you were missing? It didn’t take much thought to connect the dots for someone who has experienced your explosions of death magic first hand.” He raised an eyebrow.
Cyrus found his face slowly flushing red under the scrutiny of his teacher. Nervously, he put his duffel down on his bed and sat down next to it. “Are you going to… to tell anyone?”
The demon gave him a weird look. “Why the hell would I do that? If you’re running from the stupid human wizards, it’s no concern of mine.”
Cyrus frowned. “Oookay… thanks, but… why would you need, er, Harry Potter’s help?”
Annoyance flashed through sapphire eyes. “Because you’re familiar with Voldemort, correct? That human that’s causing a ruckus in Britain?”
“Well, yeees… Somewhat.”
“I need information.”
Cyrus raised an eyebrow. “What do you need to know?”
“Everything. His history, his followers, how he operates… Anything you can think of, I need to know. Now.”
The human frowned. “But… why? I mean, Voldemort has never been of any interest to anyone in this dimension before, why would that change now? Do you have a bone to pick with him or something?”
Yankovich’s eyes had nearly turned black with anger. “Or something. Now, spill. I don’t have all night, and you have classes tomorrow.”
“Alright… Well, Voldemort’s real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. He was a student at Hogwarts… Um, his followers are called Death Eaters, and there’s the Inner Circle and then the… cannon fodder. I know some of the people in the Inner Circle, but not all of them.”
“Write me a list,” Yankovich commanded, conjuring a pencil and paper. Cyrus obeyed, having to get up to take the conjured items and to use the table to write on. When he got to the end of the list, he paused before deciding not to write Severus’s name. He pushed the list over to Yankovich, but the demon was staring at him instead of it. “You’re hiding something.”
Cyrus blinked in what he hoped was polite confusion. “No, I’m not.”
The next thing he knew he was slammed against the bookshelf, his head hitting one of the shelves with a crack. His vision spun for a few seconds before he could focus on the demon’s face, inches from his own.
“I’m not in the mood for games, Obsidian. I am tired, frustrated, and very anxious to leave this room with my information.” He slammed Cyrus against the bookshelf again for good measure, and the human swore he could see stars. A quick check for damage revealed his skull had fractured. He sent healing magic to take care of it. “I have no time for your stupid little secrets, you puny, irritating human. You will give me what I want.” His voice growled at the end, and Cyrus could feel the powerful death magic stirring in the air. The heat poured around him and under his skin, swirling pleasantly in his magic-sensitive channels. To his horror, the pleasure elicited a stirring in his lower regions.
Cyrus stared in burning sapphire eyes. “O-okay,” he managed to gasp out as his pants tightened around him uncomfortably. “Alright, I’ll tell you.” When Yankovich seemed disinclined to put him down, he continued hastily. “My guardian is in the Inner Circle,” Cyrus began, biting his lip nervously. “He u-used to spy for Dumbledore, the leader of the ‘Light’, but he’s a manipulative fuck. Snape quit this summer, after… well, there was an incident. He’s trapped with Voldemort, though, until he can get the Dark Mark on his arm removed.”
“Severus Snape?” Yankovich asked, slowly putting Cyrus back on the ground much to the human’s relief. The magic in the air slowly began to retreat, but unfortunately Cyrus’s ‘problem’ wasn’t so agreeable. He tried not to shift too obviously.
“Snape… I remember his face. He came with you when you were in those… shackles.” He stared at Cyrus for a moment, and the human felt his muscles tense. He watched Yankovich nervously, not bothering to keep the concern and worry off of his face. “I’ll endeavor not to kill him.”
Cyrus sighed shakily in relief. “Thank you.”
“If your… guardian, is in the Inner Circle and used to spy for this Dumbledore, would he be willing to share information?”
Cyrus nodded slowly. “Probably.”
“How can I get in contact with him?”
“By owl.”
The demon scowled. “The laughable wizarding excuse for post is not fast enough. I need to speak with him immediately.”
Cyrus’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Oookay, um… Well, I’ll see if he’s at home.”
“I will come with you.”
The human stared at him incredulously. Yankovich couldn’t seriously be that impatient. “It will only take a moment to see if he is there, Professor, and besides – the wards on his house gut anyone who enters without being keyed in and hang them by their intestine at the edge of the property.”
The demon crossed his arms, one of his hands tapping fingers rhythmically. “Very well. Get going.”
Without another word he apparated straight to Spinner’s End.
When he appeared in the living room, both Remus and Severus looked surprised to see him.
“Harry!” Remus greeted, puzzled as he put down his book. “Is something wrong? You only left half an hour ago.”
Cyrus laughed nervously. “Well, actually, one of my teachers he…” He was waiting for me in my room, and if that isn’t creepy enough, he knows I’m Harry Potter. “He needs to speak to Sn- Severus.” He glanced around the room nervously. “Erm, now.”
The vampire raised an eyebrow as he stood. “This is important?” Cyrus nodded. “Very well. Side along,” he said, placing his hand on Cyrus’s shoulder. They disappeared, leaving a very worried-looking Remus behind.
They reappeared in Cyrus’s room, and Yankovich was now sitting somewhat calmly at Cyrus’s table. Severus raised a sardonic eyebrow and crossed his arms. “And what is a teacher doing in the room of my charge? Is this considered appropriate behaviour at Shikaan?”
Yankovich’s eyes flashed with annoyance, and Cyrus could feel the death magic tickle his senses. ‘Not again.’
“No, it’s not. This is an emergency, however. Mr. Obsidian has told me that you have some information I need. If you’d follow me to my office?” He stood from the small student table and motioned to the door.
Severus gave Cyrus a look and the human twitched. He could tell that Severus would be back to ‘discuss this later’ with him.
“Nice touch with the entrails on your wards. Quite the attention for detail,” Cyrus heard Yankovich comment as they walked out his door. He caught sight of Severus’s smirk before the door closed behind him.
Merlin.
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He woke up the next morning to the floor kissing his face. Groaning, he rolled over and stared up as his mattress landed back on the bed frame. It must have been lifted to roll him out of bed, if the sheets wrapping him up like a mummy were any indication.
Tara walked around to his side of the bed and stared down at him, arms crossed.
Cyrus glared. “What the hell do you want?”
She raised a sardonic eyebrow. “A feeding, of course.”
Cyrus grumbled under his breath as he tried to untangle himself. It took him a few moments, but he finally managed. “Can I get dressed first?” he asked irritably, as he was clad only in boxers.
“No. I have other things to do today, and I’ve waited long enough. Just sit on the edge of the bed and take a blood replenisher afterwards.”
With a glare, he sat down. He’d been buying blood replenshers en masse since she started feeding once a week from him. She never took enough for him to get dizzy, but he always felt a little weak for a couple days afterwards, and at Shikaan that wasn’t a smart way to go, so: potions.
While he had been lost in thought, Tara had positioned herself and was already sinking her petite fangs into his neck. He sighed as the pain disappeared under the vague, pleasurable haze. It probably didn’t help that he was having the usual… morning ‘problem’. Oh well. Vampires were very open sexual creatures, so it would be no surprise if Tara had noticed his erection and just chose not to comment.
Letting his thoughts wander, he thought about Yankovich’s vendetta. For what possible reason could the demon want to attack Voldemort? Yankovich didn’t seem like the type to care about the wizarding world’s problems, so it was likely that it had nothing to do with Dumbledore’s ‘greater good’. If he were to look at it realistically, it was probably more… personal than ‘saving the world’.
As Tara pulled back and healed the bite, Cyrus pressed one of the jewels on his bracelet and a blood replenishing potion ejected itself. He’d discovered that he could actually fit about 10 vials in each ‘jewel’, and as each stone was a different colour, it would be easier for him to keep track of which potion was where.
The vampire spared a look at his bracelet. “That’s useful. Where’d you get it?”
“Christmas present from my guardian. He’s a potions master.”
She nodded. “I’d stick around, but I have a lot of shit to do today.”
Cyrus raised an eyebrow. “Like what? Usually you aren’t this busy.”
She scowled. “Well, I’m working on what you could consider my post-Shikaan education. It’s not an apprenticeship, technically, because I’m studying specific subjects from more than one teacher. For some reason, all three of them decided that I needed more assignments right after Christmas, as if I didn’t have enough.”
Cyrus winced. “Ouch. Well, good luck with that.”
Tara snorted. “Thanks.” They stood staring at each other for a few moments before she raised an eyebrow. “You going to stand around in your boxers forever, or get dressed?”
The human scowled and stalked over to his trunk, which Tara had put back at the end of his bed. He opened it and climbed inside, walking to the dresser that held all of his cloths. While most of the space in the trunk was taken up by the bookshelves, he still stored most of his clothes and other magical items inside. He’d had enough clothes for the summer in his duffel, if he washed them, but he was sick of wearing the same outfits.
When he climbed back out again, Tara was gone, though Cyrus didn’t really miss her. Honestly. Who flipped your mattress over in the morning to wake you up? It was totally unnecessary.
He yawned.
Muttering “vampires” under his breath in exasperation, he cast a wandless and silent tempus charm. He had half an hour to feed himself and stretch appropriately before class. Damnit. Apparently he’d managed to sleep through his alarm, and it was probably a good idea Tara had been here to wake him up.
After shoving an apple taken from his cold box in his mouth and throwing all his textbooks and homework into his school bag before his shrunk it, he ran off to class.
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Weapons and Battle was a bust. Ouragan had them tested on their forms, and while Cyrus wasn’t horrible, he wasn’t amazing by any means either. He’d sparred with both Remus and Snape during the rest of the holidays – in between Remus’s own lessons from Snape on ‘how-to-keep-yourself-alive-leading-a-pack-of-wolves’ – and it had helped him get used to using the forms in actual fight scenarios, but he was still unable to reach the level of grace and fluidity that most of the nonhumans had managed with relative ease.
It was really beginning to hit him how futile it was to try to take on a werewolf or vampire physically, and this pissed him off. How was he supposed to stay alive with these juggernauts running around with their fists that could punch in his skull with a minimum of force? He’d been paying attention to the statistics. Seventy percent of humans that entered Shikaan didn’t make the cut. That was a daunting percentage. Some died in accidents, some died in class, some got killed by the nonhumans, and some ‘disappeared’ mysteriously. Somehow he doubted the mysterious disappearances were from the students running away. Kyranes had said that half the students in the first year wouldn’t be there by graduation, but he hadn’t realized how much of that fifty percent was made up of humans.
He wanted to punch something. Preferably something that wouldn’t punch back. Or make his fist shatter into many shards of bone and cartilage. But apparently he wasn’t getting anything he wanted today.
Runes class was a bit better. Rivehn had decided not to give them a surprise test, and instead told them that they would be having one on Friday that could be considered a ‘review’ of most of the things they’d learned so far. The vampire wanted to make sure that they had a firm grasp of the current material before they switched gears and started moving into more complicated spells, like how transfiguration worked on a runic level. Cyrus was excited and daunted at the same time. He’d finished reviewing all of Xanthir’s notes from first year, and the notes from the first two months of this year’s classes, so he was as caught up as he could be without having actually been there himself, but he still wasn’t completely confident in his abilities in the class. Sure, he could sometimes see the ‘simple’ answer to a problem the rest of the class had difficulties with, but his vocabulary needed a lot of work. It was simply impossible to stuff ten months of words into his head in four months. Rivehn had them memorizing lists of runes he wanted them to know for each class.
It both drove him insane and made his blood pump faster at the thought of the challenge.
He ate lunch with Xanthir and Yalmireth – Tara mysteriously missing, probably due to her workload – before going to Necromancy with a lift in his step. Yankovich hadn’t set their private lessons yet, but he was hoping they would be soon. He was already far enough behind in class, and he wanted to catch up as soon as possible.
It was perhaps his school-oriented state of mind that made him forget the past evening’s events, so he was understandably shocked when he got to class to find the door locked and all the students waiting outside in confusion. Yankovich never locked the door.
What was going- Oh. It clicked. Yankovich had ditched class because he was hunting down information on Voldemort? He waited around, incredulously, with the rest of the students for fifteen minutes after the start of class. Some left a bit earlier than that, but most waited until the traditional fifteen minute mark that meant ‘your teacher is sooo not coming to work today, so you might as well go do homework.’
He frowned as he made his way to the library, planning to brush up on his Runes vocabulary before Animagus class.
Where the hell had Yankovich run off to?
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The demon missed Wednesday’s class, too. But it wasn’t until Friday evening rolled around with still no sign of Yankovich that Cyrus had the last person he’d expect asking him if he knew where the demon was.
“I know from discussions in the teacher’s lounge that Yankovich had decided to give you extra lessons to help you cover lost ground in Necromancy class. Have you seen him recently?” Rivehn asked from where he’d ambushed Cyrus outside the library.
Cyrus blinked up at the vampire in confusion. “Um, no, I haven’t. We uh, haven’t started the lessons yet. He was too busy before Christmas to fit me into his schedule, and now I haven’t seen him since Sunday night.”
Violet eyes narrowed. “You saw him Sunday night? Why would he be visiting a student on a weekend?”
Cyrus bit his lip. “I… well, I don’t know exactly. He wouldn’t tell me why. He wanted information on a Dark Lord in the wizarding world, so I hooked him up with a source. I haven’t seen him since that night. I hadn’t thought that… that he’d be skipping his classes.”
The vampire crossed his arms over his chest and looked decidedly unimpressed. “It is not unusual for Yankovich to skip a few classes in the pursuit of a necromancy project, but he’s never missed this many without at least telling Kyranes about it.” By the end of it, Rivehn was muttering more to himself in annoyance than speaking to Cyrus. The human didn’t catch any more of it, as Rivehn had defaulted to another language. The sound of it was harsh, and well-suited to Rivehn’s apparent ire over the situation. He didn’t quite understand Rivehn and Yankovich’s ‘friendship’. Sometimes they got along fine, but other times they were so irritable and spiteful towards each other that their spats resulted in property damage.
Cyrus was about to ask if he was dismissed when an angry and familiar voice echoed down the hallway.
“OBSIDIAN!”
The human blanked as he turned around to see the topic of conversation stalking towards him with a mighty scowl on his face.
“Um, Professor?”
He had Cyrus up against the wall again by his throat, and the human groaned as his head cracked into the stone. Seeing spots, he started sending healing magic to the back of his head. How many times was his skull going to be cracked open this week?
Before Yankovich could start reaming into him, Rivehn had placed a one hand on Yankovich’s wrist and the other on the demon’s shoulder.
“Yankovich, what the hell are you doing attacking a student in the middle of the hallway?” the vampire hissed, violet eyes glowing with anger and magic. Cyrus found himself swamped between the two colliding magics, as Yankovich was even more riled up than the vampire. “You will put him down this instant, and we will take this to my office. You will tell me exactly where you’ve been this past week, or I will snap your wings and break your tail in seven places.”
Cyrus, struggling to keep his eyes open and his brain not quite so fuzzy from the magic in the air, watched as the demon’s face twisted in fury for a moment before the hand released his neck. Cyrus slumped to the floor with a grateful thump and didn’t bother to pick himself up.
“Now, can you stay in control of yourself for five minutes while we walk to my office, or do I have to shadow walk us there?”
Cyrus couldn’t see their expressions from his place on the ground.
“Shadows. Now.”
Rivehn made an annoyed hiss. He put his hand on Cyrus’s head, as it was the closest thing in reach, and the world disappeared into shadow around them. The human felt an odd ‘falling’ sensation before the ride came to a stop and the world righted itself again. When he opened his eyes, they were in Rivehn’s office.
The vampire removed his hand from Cyrus’s head and began to ignore him. Cyrus took advantage of this and began to shimmy backwards towards the wall. “Now. You will tell me exactly where you’ve been for the past five days, and why you have been skipping all your classes without informing Kyranes. She’s quite pissed off at you.” Violet eyes narrowed. “She’s threatened that if you aren’t back in class on Monday she’s going to sign you up for a series of workshops at all the universities connected in any way to Shikaan.”
The demon shuddered and made a disgusted face, some of the anger disappearing from his face momentarily. “I’ll be back in class,” he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at Rivehn.
The vampire stared at him, his normally blank expression broken by the thinned lips turned slightly downwards and the narrowing of his eyes. “Good. Now, where have you been?”
Yankovich glared. “It’s none of your fucking business.”
The tension in the room increased exponentially as Rivehn began to glow angry violet. “You made it my business when you completely lost control of yourself,” he snapped out, his voice lashing through air like a whip.
Yankovich’s teeth bared as his magic began glowing around him as well. Cyrus, to his horror, found his body reacting to the heavy cloud of magic growing in the air. Tingles of pleasure raced up his limbs, his heart beat as if he’s just gone for an hour-long run, and he gasped for a breath he just couldn’t seem to catch. Oh god. He barely managed to hold back a moan when the cloud of magic began to peak and seemed to seep into his very pores. Sitting against the wall, he tried to surreptitiously adjust himself in his pants. Luckily, the two powerful beings in the room didn’t seem to be paying him any more attention.
“You will tell me, Yankovich!”
Anger radiating off the demon like the magic that had his eyes burning blue, he flexed his wings outward and extended claws from his hand. When his voice came out, it was an animalistic growl. “No.”
Rivehn slammed him against the wall, and Cyrus could hear a loud snap as his wings were bent too far in a direction they were not designed to go. The demon howled in pain before growling and sinking his teeth into the vampire’s neck, as Rivehn had pinned Yankovich’s arms at his sides. The vampire merely pulled away until Yankovich couldn’t reach him with his mouth, and the flow of blood stopped quickly as Rivehn’s vampiric healing kicked in. The demon thrashed angrily in his hold, trying to get free without success. Rivehn barely twitched under the force of Yankovich’s attacks, holding the demon in place as if he were made of steel.
They were speaking that other language now, gutteral and angry, growling back and forth until Rivehn finally seemed to be fed up with it and pulled Yankovich away from the wall to slam him back against it in anger. Cyrus couldn’t see why the marble hadn’t cracked yet, but since this was Rivehn’s office, he figured the vampire had probably had it reinforced with magic or something.
His ponderings were disrupted when another wave of magic was released, and this one sank into his already open pores and into his channels. He gasped and arched against the wall, fingers clamouring on the smooth marble floor for something to grab a hold of.
If this was what being magic sensitive meant, that every time he was in the presence of strong magic he got aroused, or even orgasmed, he was sooo screwed. All he could think about was how to get laid asap.
Gasping for air, he forced his eyes back open to watch the fight between Yankovich and Rivehn. Chills went down his spine and settled in his groin at the sight before him.
Rivehn had pinned Yankovich completely against the wall with his body, one thigh between Yankovich’s, and was kissing the demon angrily. Power literally poured off their bodies and into the air. The demon was fighting Rivehn the entire way, trying to yank his face away, but he ended up cutting his lip on sharp fangs. The vampire let out a soft, irritated sound and backhanded Yankovich across the face. Before the demon could take advantage of the half-hold, Rivehn had his hand back on his arm, pinning him. Yankovich growled, flashing sharp canines, but although they were sharp they weren’t extended like a vampire’s.
Since Cyrus had an almost perfect side view, he could see enough of Rivehn’s expression to make out extreme displeasure. The vampire growled something in that foreign language, and Yankovich’s expression became positively mutinous. In response, Rivehn smirked and undulated his leg against the demon’s crotch. Yankovich went stiff, eyes widening in shock for a moment before he growled and snapped out more angry words. Rivehn laughed, and though his voice was normally a soft tenor, the cadence of it now was nowhere near soft. The vampire turned that guttural language into the fucking sexiest thing Cyrus had ever heard as he murmured something into Yankovich’s ear and nibbled on the lobe.
The magic around him peaked with sexual tension, tendrils of it writhing on top of Cyrus’s skin and underneath. He watched the scene unfolding before him, unable to look away as Rivehn nibbled down Yankovich’s neck and Cyrus caught sight of the half-lidded, half-angry look on the demon’s face. The anger faded slowly to flushed arousal when Rivehn sank his fangs into the demon’s neck. The mouth that was once thin and tense with anger slackened and fell open with a moan. Glowing sapphire eyes widened with the flush of the aphrodisiac that was injected during one of Rivehn’s bites that Cyrus was very familiar with before they closed in pleasure. He moaned softly as Rivehn worked at his neck, throat moving as he drank from the demon.
Cyrus watched through heavy-lidded eyes, heat racing through his body as Rivehn undulated his thigh again and Yankovich tensed and moaned, eyes flying open, in what could only be climax. The sight and the choking cloud of magic coming to a pleasurable head sent Cyrus over the edge, and he came in his pants harder than he had when he had been under Rivehn’s teeth himself. Oh god. He must have groaned out loud, he realized to his own mortification, because Rivehn and Yankovich had paused in their languid, bloody kissing to turn to look at him. His mouth slackened and he found himself getting hard again at the sight of those sated, glowing eyes, and the bloody and bruised lips. Blood rushed to his face in positive embarrassment as the two smirked knowingly.
“So you enjoy power plays, do you, Mr. Obsidian?” Rivehn purred, the blood or orgasm obviously still affecting his logic. The human found himself trying to hide his face with one hand as he vanished the mess in his pants with the other.
Yankovich, who had collapsed bonelessly against the wall and was only standing upright because Rivehn was holding him in place, snorted in amusement. “’Gets turned on by power. He’s magic sens’tive, y’know,” he slurred slightly, lips curling in sated pleasure as he licked the blood from his lips.
Rivehn turned back to Yankovich with a quirked eyebrow. “Magic sensitive? That is rare.” He then proceeded to ignore Cyrus for a while longer as he ravished Yankovich’s mouth again.
Cyrus tried to cover his eyes for a moment, but the curiosity and tingling in his groin had him dropping it soon enough. Why was he getting so turned on? Was it just because he was magic sensitive? But the power in the air had faded with their release, and this was only two very powerful men kissing… He turned red. Two very hot and powerful men kissing, he corrected to himself. Oh god. Did this mean he was attracted to men?
He looked away from his teachers. Just because his only kisses had been a crying Cho Chang and a nervous Ginny Weasley, and he hadn’t felt anything, didn’t mean he was gay, did it?
He bit his lips as his eyes were dragged magnetically back to Rivehn and Yankovich making out. His nether regions twitched again. He tried thinking of tits and smooth legs. Nothing. He focused back on the vampire and demon. Oh god, he was so gay.
Rivehn and Yankovich separated, and the vampire’s expression was extremely pleased while Yankovich looked sated and slightly put-off. “Now, are you going to tell me what had you so worked up, earlier?” the vampire drawled, speaking in English again.
Yankovich glared half-heartedly and the vampire moved a hand down to cup his groin. Blue eyes widened and air hissed from between his teeth. “A-alright.”
Rivehn’s lips curled into a small smirk. “That’s better,” he purred, pulling his hand away.
The demon relaxed as the contact disappeared. Sapphire eyes glanced at Cyrus, who was still sitting on the floor. “Do I have to tell you while he’s here?”
The vampire’s lips pulled back slightly in annoyance. “You brought him into this yourself, Yankovich, so he is obviously involved. Speak.”
“Fine. Do you know of Voldemort, that human Dark Lord that’s terrorizing most of Europe?” Yankovich’s voice changed into a hissing growl as he continued. “He kidnapped my niece.”
Rivehn ran a soothing hand up the back of the demon's neck and into his hair, pulling the pliant body away from the wall. With movements faster than Cyrus could see, he had broken Yankovich’s wings back into place and healed them with magic as he drew the demon over to a chair in front of his desk and sat him down. The vampire himself leaned against the desk. “Which one?”
“Marianna.”
Rivehn’s eyebrows rose. “Oh my. Your sister-in-law must be quite angry about that.”
Yankovich scowled. “She’s quite vicious for a human. She’s been taking it out on Vladovich, and my brother’s been taking it out on me. Says it’s all my fault she got abducted.”
The vampire raised an eyebrow. “And is it?”
The demon’s expression darkened even more. “Indirectly. Voldemort approached the Necromancer’s Guild. He wanted us to support him in his war and raise an army of inferi for his use. When we refused to join sides with him, he offered to pay for our services.” Yankovich’s fist clenched. “After convening, we told him that we had decided that we would not work for a human Dark Lord with illusions of grandeur. He was very angry, but he didn’t start a fight. That should have been our first warning. A few days later Marianna disappeared after being picked up from Beauxbatons.” He growled. “If only that stupid wench of Vladovich’s hadn’t convinced him that she needed to go to a human school. Humans are far more sentimental about their children not surviving their education.”
Rivehn gave Yankovich a look. “You have never had children, so you wouldn’t understand.”
The demon just shrugged. “If they’re not capable of surviving Shikaan or one of the other schools, then they don’t deserve to live. He shouldn’t have mated with a human, anyway.”
Violet eyes rolled in exasperation. “You are very close-minded when it comes to love, Yankovich.”
“I just don't understand why he mated a human. They’re a pitifully weak race.” He scowled.
“Not all humans are weak, Yankovich. And love doesn’t always follow your logical reasoning.”
The demon scoffed, looking entirely unconvinced. “I can understand wanting to fuck one, but to have a child with? Very stupid.”
“I disagree. There are humans with very unique gifts who would be wise to have children outside their own species.”
“Oh? Who. I haven’t met a single one.”
Rivehn raised an eyebrow and looked at Cyrus. Yankovich followed his gaze and frowned. “Obsidian?”
“He has rune sight, magic sensitivity, and abnormally large magic and death magic reserves. It would be a waste for him to have children with another human.”
Cyrus stared at the two incredulously as they continued to discuss what magical species it would be wisest to breed him with. Like he was just going to go along with it.
“I wonder what kind of children would result in Obsidian mating with a shadow demon,” Rivehn said as he glanced between Cyrus and Yankovich.
The demon sputtered. “Are you implying something?!”
Rivehn’s expression was completely placid. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Yankovich. I was merely speaking of the benefits of crossbreeding.”
“Excuse me, but I’m standing right here,” Cyrus cut in, annoyed with the absolute absurdity of the situation.
Rivehn looked over at him. “Technically, you are sitting.”
Cyrus, who hadn’t moved during the entire explosion of sexual tension not five minute earlier, glared. He crossed his arms over his chest when Rivehn looked away from him dismissively. Again.
“We are off topic. What did you do when you discovered your niece had been captured?” When Yankovich paused before answering, Rivehn got a knowing look on his face. “You destroyed the mansion again, didn’t you?”
The demon’s face actually turned a little red. “No. Just the East wing.”
The vampire rolled his eyes. “You always had an anger management problem.”
Yankovich glared at him and crossed his arms. “You’re one to talk.”
Rivehn raised an eyebrow. “You are angered by many things, Yankovich. I am only angered by you.” The demon’s lips curved, smug. “Continue with the tale, or this will take the entire evening.”
“Fine. Vladovich told me that I had better find his niece or he would, I believe, ‘put every dangerous species related to poison ivy in my bed every night for the rest of my life’. He can be violent with his sticks and leaves.”
Rivehn looked amused. “It is called herbology, Yankovich.”
“Whatever. I swear they’re like his children, the way he mothers them. Anyway, so the first the first thing I had to do was try to find some information on this psycho human, and a minimum amount of research proved Harry Potter to be a good source of Intel. And since we have our very own ‘Boy-Who-Lived’,” he said sarcastically, “I figured I could just ask him.”
Rivehn turned and looked at Cyrus. “I had suspected, but it was never confirmed.” Cyrus stared at him as the vampire admitted to having known for only god knew how long. “So you decided to harass Obsidian Sunday night?”
Yankovich looked shifty. “You heard about that?”
“Yes, Yankovich. It is highly inappropriate for you to have visited a student outside of school, especially concerning a subject not pertaining to course work.”
“I needed information, alright?!” Yankovich shouted defensively.
Rivehn’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t take that tone with me. I am merely warning you in case a student decides to sue you for molestation or some other offense that would result in the distasteful end of your employment.”
“Whatever. Like Kyranes could afford to fire me. And would you stop interrupting? Because I don’t want to be here all night. I still have to find my niece!” When Rivehn remained silent with a decidedly unimpressed look on his face, Yankovich continued. “Cyrus got his guardian for me, Snape? And the vampire told me most of what I needed to know except for Voldemort’s location.” He scowled. “It took me two days of waiting to get my hands on Malfoy in order to torture the information out of him.” Here Cyrus choked in surprise, but neither vampire nor demon spared him a glance. “Voldemort was very smart in how he made his Circle take their oaths of silence. I tortured him, severing his limbs piece by piece, but he never said a word even when the pain got too much for him. I had to tear his soul out of his body, severing his connection to his magic with death in order for the oath to be null and void. He spoke when I commanded him, after that.”
Cyrus stared at the demon who spoke so nonchalantly about torturing a human (even though he was a Death Eater) to death and then ripping his soul out of his body. What a horrible way to go. Would Cyrus know how to do that one day?
“It was child’s play finding the wizard’s fortress after that. He must have had a Master ward it at some point, but they weren’t nearly as good at the wards you can put up in five minutes, so it didn’t take long for me to break them. Once I got inside I tried to find Marianna, but she wasn’t there, so I cornered Voldemort and demanded he return my niece to me if he wanted to live. He laughed at me, Rivehn, and told me he’d left her in another location. I admit I got… angry. The plan was to rip his soul from his body, like I did to find the fortress, but… It didn’t work.”
Rivehn was watching him with a blank expression. “What do you mean it didn’t work?”
The demon bared his teeth, but it was more to himself than at Rivehn. “I mean, I tried to tear his soul into death and it didn’t work. What kind of ritual would you have to do to get that kind of result? To be immortal? Whatever it was, it looks like it’s twisted him beyond human recognition.”
Rivehn looked thoughtful. “There are many rituals that could be used to attain some level of immortality.”
“But to be able to withstand the power of a necromancer? I couldn’t even kill a puny little human.” He scowled. “And now my niece is still in their hands, and I have no idea where she is.” He crossed his arms over his chest and growled to himself, eyes flashing darkly in frustration.
Annoyance flashed in Rivehn’s eyes. “You need to keep a calm mind if you’re ever going to find her, Yankovich. Stop brooding.”
The demon’s scowl deepened and he glared at Rivehn. “Easy for you to say. It’s not your niece.”
Rivehn just proceeded to ignore him and started perusing his bookshelf for something. After a few moments, he seemed to find what he was looking for, so he walked back over to Yankovich while flipping through the pages. “It is likely that if he is able to withstand a necromancer ripping his soul out of his body, he is either a necromancer himself or had used a ritual with sacrifices to achieve his desired result.” He held the book out to the demon and Yankovich started glancing over it.
“I doubt it could be any of these. I’ll have to brush up on my rituals if I’m going to find a way to kill him.”
Rivehn hummed thoughtfully to himself for a moment before turning to look at Cyrus. “Mr. Obsidian, do you have any light to shed on this unfortunate situation?”
Cyrus blinked. “Um, no?”
The vampire’s eyes narrowed. “You are lying.”
The human sweated under narrowed violet eyes for a total of two seconds before he spilled. “There’s a prophecy.”
Yankovich snorted. “Humans are always concocting prophecies.”
Rivehn shot him an irritated look. “And some of them come true.”
“Maybe, but most prophecies could be read in so many ways that it’s impossible to predict what will happen.”
“Regardless. Mr. Obsidian, share this prophecy with us. Perhaps it will answer some of our questions.”
Cyrus bit his lip nervously. Should he tell them? They probably wouldn’t let it get back to Voldemort, but he couldn’t be sure.
“Now, Obsidian. We don’t have all night.”
“Will you promise not to tell Voldemort, or anyone else?”
Rivehn frowned. “Very well. Speak. And give us the direct wording, not what you or anyone else has gleaned from it. Humans are notorious for misinterpreting prophecies.”
Cyrus acquiesced reluctantly. “The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not. And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. And then it repeats.”
Yankovich looked intrigued now. “Either must die at the hand of the other? That’s interesting. There are plenty of ways to die but not actually die, and neither can live while the other survives could be interpreted in a multitude of ways.” Then he frowned and fixed an irritated glare on Cyrus. “Don’t tell me they’ve interpreted it that you are the only one who can kill snakeface.” When Cyrus nodded, the demon’s expression turned incredulous. “How in the world do they expect a puny and incompetent human like you to kill him?”
Cyrus tried not to be offended and shrugged. “Fuck if I know. Dumbledore said it had something to do with love.”
Rivehn and Yankovich traded varying degrees of disbelief before the demon burst into laughter. “Now isn’t that the biggest pile of shit I’d ever heard! Love! Kill someone like Voldemort? It’s laughable!”
Rivehn looked decidedly amused. “Perhaps it is this ‘power that the Dark Lord knows not.’ He has rune sight, and a large reservoir of death magic. I highly doubt that love is the answer, however.” He turned to look at Cyrus, an amused quirk to his lips. “What else did this ‘Dumbledore’ tell you?”
Cyrus scowled. “Nothing. He never told me anything unless he deemed it necessary I know. Like it’s not necessary to know when I’ve had a Dark Lord trying to kill my every single fucking year except third.”
Yankovich looked intrigued. “So, he believes it too? That you’re destined to kill him? Why else would he try to off you.”
Cyrus shrugged. “I don’t know. He knows part of the prophecy, enough of it to figure out that it has to do with me, but not about the ‘kill or be killed’ clause.”
Yankovich snorted. “First you need to get it out of your head that it’s kill or be killed. There are plenty of ways this prophecy can play out, and I can assure you the way Dumbledore may have told you is likely the most improbable.”
Cyrus didn’t look convinced.
Rivehn looked thoughtful. “So it is likely that Dumbledore may have more information. Do you know where we can find him?”
“He’s the Headmaster at Hogwarts, in Scotland.”
The vampire nodded. “Come, Yankovich. It is only eight o’clock. Do you know where Hogsmeade is, or shall I side along apparate you?”
Yankovich looked at him with a funny expression. “How do you know where this hog place is?”
Rivehn looked amused. “While you lock yourself up in your study or play with dead things, I have traveled the world during my time off.”
The demon rolled his eyes as he stood and put his hand on Rivehn’s shoulder. Before they left, he looked at Cyrus. “Don’t leave this office until we get back.”
Cyrus frowned. “But why? I already told you everything I know.”
Rivehn answered this time. “Because you may know more than you think you know, and we are unsure whether this meeting with Dumbledore will produce any fruit. Feel free to read my collection to keep yourself entertained.” And with that said, they both disappeared with a quiet pop.
Cyrus scowled and stalked over to the bookshelf. At least Rivehn had an extensive and rare selection. He picked one at random and started flipping through the contents pages.
oOo
It was nearly an hour later that Rivehn and Yankovich finally showed up, both displaying varying levels of irritation.
“That man! He is positively infuriating!”
Cyrus blinked. “Was it the lemon drops?” He asked Rivehn, as Yankovich was stalking around the room with fury, and Cyrus didn’t want to interrupt.
The vampire looked amused for a split second before the irritation took over again. “He is quite a difficult man to get a straight answer out of.”
Cyrus nodded sagely. “Can you imagine going through five years of that? It was painful. As in, poke your eyeballs out with a burning stick painful.” This got another almost-smile out of the vampire before Rivehn caught sight of Yankovich about to destroy something and quickly intervened.
“If you destroy one object in this room, Yankovich, I will break your tail in seven places.”
The demon angrily nodded and threw himself down onto the leather couch. “I can’t believe that old man! The sheer audacity of that human to refuse to answer our questions! And of course the half-answers he gave us while dancing around the topic were hardly useful.” Yankovich scowled darkly.
“Yes. And the stipulation for his co-operation was…” Rivehn paused.
“Ridiculous? Annoying? Infuriatingly stupid?!”
Rivehn looked amused. “I was going to say disturbing. Dumbledore seems to have an unhealthy obsession with our student here.” He turned to look at Cyrus, who was still holding the book open to the last page he’d been reading, and Yankovich followed his gaze.
Cyrus blinked and suddenly felt like the deer in the headlights. “And… what exactly was that… stipulation.” Three guesses what it was, and the first two didn’t count.
“He wants you back at Hogwarts.”
Cyrus scowled mutinously. “I refuse! And- hey wait a minute, how did he know I was here?” Panic had his heart beating faster and a nervous sweat breaking out on the palms of his hands. He knew his eyes were wide with it, but he couldn’t help the sheer dread that dropped an iron anvil in his gut at the thought of Dumbledore knowing who and where he was.
Rivehn and Yankovich traded looks. What was going through their heads Cyrus could only guess. “We merely told him that you had provided the information. He would not speak to us until we dropped your name. He knows not where you are, or your new identity.”
Cyrus let a huge, relieved sigh, collapsing into the chair he’d been sitting in before the two teachers had returned. He saw the look Rivehn and Yankovich exchanged, but he didn’t care. He was still safe. “What did you say to his condition?”
“We said that it was not our decision whether you returned to Hogwarts, but your own, so he changed his stipulation. He now wants us to bring you to speak to him, and then he will tell you what we want to know.” Rivehn’s violet eyes narrowed. “Apparently, the information is for your ears only.”
Cyrus felt the blood drain out of his face as he looked back and forth between Rivehn and Yankovich. “A-and what did you tell him?”
“That we would ask you. And that it was your decision.”
Cyrus bit his lip. “A-and are you going to ‘ask’, or are you going to ‘ask’?”
When Rivehn paused before answering, Cyrus started thinking up escape plans. He could apparate to Spinner’s End. Neither Yankovich nor Rivehn knew where it was. And if he couldn’t get out of this office, he could try to… try to… blast them with his death magic, or something, to get them to let him go, or he could, he could-
“Calm down, Cyrus. We will not force you go to against your will.”
But Cyrus wasn’t calm. Oh no, he was nowhere near calm. Because even if they wouldn’t force him, they would coerce him to go because they needed their information. And Cyrus didn’t care. Cyrus didn’t care if they didn’t get it. He wouldn’t go back to Dumbledore. He wouldn’t get any closer to the bastard that had broken his replacement wand without a thought, had kept his feather from him, had locked him in a dungeon and may or may have not influenced Ron to do a bit of torturing, had left him at the Dursley’s to live in a cupboard until he was eleven, had-
A hand slapped him across the face and he blinked, snapped out of his thoughts. Cool fingers grasped his chin and moved his head back into place, and Cyrus stared into calm violet eyes and felt the soothing aura of the vampire run over his skin and through his hair and he finally breathed. Oxygen went rushing back to his brain in a rush, and his eyes half-closed as his equilibrium reasserted itself and he could see clearly again. He blinked.
“Are you alright now, Mr. Obsidian?”
Cyrus blinked again. “I… I think so.”
Yankovich muttered something under his breath in that gutteral language, and Rivehn’s head snapped around so fast Cyrus didn’t see him move. “Did you not just see his panic attack, Yankovich? We are not forcing him to go back there.” Rivehn’s voice snapped through the room, and it wasn’t angry, but you could definitely hear the edge.
The demon just glared at him and looked the other way.
A knock at the door interrupted the tense silence, and Rivehn released Cyrus’s chin to answer it. The man who walked through the door looked similar to Yankovich, wings and tail included, and the first thing he did was walk up to Cyrus’s Necromancy teacher and punch him in the face.
“YOU IDIOT!!”
Yankovich held a face to his bruised jaw and raised an eyebrow at the man, er, demon in front of him. He looked resigned. “Hello Vladovich.”
“YOU ARE THE MOST IMPULSIVE, MORONIC IMBECILE I HAVE HAD THE DISPLEASURE OF BEING RELATED TO!”
Yankovich raised both eyebrows, his face as stoic as a rock, but Cyrus could see a flash of emotion in the blue eyes. “That’s a little harsh, you think?”
Vladovich glared at him and pulled a box out of his voluminous robes. He shoved it into Yankovich’s face, and the other demon cautiously took it. Glancing between his brother’s furious face and the box, he opened it. His eyes widened slightly before narrowing in anger. Cyrus wasn’t sitting at the right angle to see the contents.
“Did you put a stasis charm on it?”
Vladovich exploded. “THAT BASTARD CUT OFF MY DAUGHTERS EAR AND MAILED IT TO ME WITH A FUCKING OWL, AND THAT’S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?!”
Yankovich looked annoyed. “An owl, really?” he asked sarcastically. “I hear wizards are odd that way. And the reason I ask this, brother, is that it will need a stasis charm if a healer is ever going to reattach it.”
Vladovich opened his mouth before pausing and taking a good look at the ear. He put a stasis charm on it just to be safe. “That doesn’t excuse you! This is a colossal fuck up of a magnitude akin to the time you raised the entire family graveyard for your school project and lost control of them!”
Yankovich glared. “If you were so concerned about me fucking it up, why didn’t you go instead?! I’m sure you could have saved her with your twigs and leaves,” he bit out sarcastically.
Fury radiated off the other demon’s form. “You… you… argh! You know very well that you are the one who caused this problem, and it will be you that fixes it!”
“Yes, and I’m sure the lack of espionage techniques available to sticks didn’t factor into your decision to make me save your daughter at all. I may have failed this time, but he hasn’t caused her any irreparable damage yet, so stop acting like I killed her!”
“You might as well have! You always hated Guenevere! You’d just leave our daughter there to rot if you had the choice, wouldn’t you?!” But Vladovich didn’t wait for a response he was so far gone in anger. His robes exploded in a wave of thorny vines, picking Yankovich up and slamming him against the ceiling. Before Cyrus’s eyes, the vines sprouted fiery orange flowers and started breathing fire. The demon cast a shield around his face, and blood started dripping from where the thorny vines had punctured his torso and limbs.
Yankovich’s eyes glowed sapphire with power, and slowly the vines attached to him began to turn grey, shriveling and dying. He broke out of the dead vines with ease and landed on the floor in a crouch, killing every new plant that tried to get within an inch of him. Eventually they seemed to reach a stalemate, both angry, frustrated, and glaring at each other.
Before the fight could explode into another round and potentially damage some of Rivehn’s property, the vampire intercepted them and pulled Vladovich over to a chair. “You will sit and drink some sixty-year-old scotch until you are rational enough to speak without screaming or burning all the furniture in my office.”
Vladovich glared as he was sat down in one of the chairs near Cyrus. The human stared at the demon not-so-politely, and the demon’s expression darkened. “What the hell is a human doing here?”
Rivehn handed the demon a glass and watched the demon throw it back. “He is involved, to say the least.”
“I see.” Vladovich stared down at his empty glass. “This is good stuff.”
Rivehn’s lips twitched in amusement. “Then I would suggest you not inhale the next glass.”
Vladovich had the grace to look sheepish, and this time he took a sip and let it swirl around in his mouth before swallowing. Slowly, the positively furious look on his face relaxed into a light scowl.
As Cyrus watched he wondered if there was a technique to drinking booze, or if techniques only applied to good booze. He didn’t really care, because he wasn’t much for drinking. Maybe a bit socially, if he needed to, but having to endure Vernon drunk had not been a pleasant affair, so he had no intention of ever following in those gigantic footsteps.
“Was there a letter, Vladovich?” Rivehn finally asked when the demon had apparently calmed down some.
The apparent herbologist sighed and ran a hand over his face. For the first time Cyrus noticed how bloodshot the fairly familiar blue eyes were. Vladovich’s were a slightly lighter shade, however, more blue than sapphire. And his cheeks were gaunt and unhealthy looking. He watched as the demon reached into his robes and pulled out a high-grade parchment envelope with a broken black seal on the back.
Rivehn took it and slipped the letter out with nimble fingers. He looked between Yankovich and Vladovich. “Shall I read it aloud?”
Yankovich nodded, while Vladovich just took another swig of scotch before pouring himself some more.
“Dear Mr. Vladovich,
I must say I find it highly irregular that demons do not have family names. As your brother shares the last five letters of your name, shall I assume it is a family name? Not that it particularly matters. It is regrettable that we have come to this, but after my most loyal servant came to an unfortunate end at the hands of your brother, I am no longer so agreeable. I’m sure you have found my enclosed gift. For every day I do not receive my army of inferi, I will remove another item from her person. If, by midnight tomorrow, I do not have that which I have asked, her hand will be next. If I do not receive my army with a week, I will give the girl to MacNair. He has a sweet tooth for children. Particularly little girls.
Yours sincerely,
Lord Voldemort”
“He sounds pretty conceited, does he not?” Rivehn commented, folding the parchment and putting it back in the envelope.
Cyrus snorted, and all eyes turned to him. “He’s a half-blood ruling the purebloods of wizarding society, who are all a bunch of bigoted fools because either they do not know he is a disgusting ‘half-blood’ or they choose to ignore it. He is convinced of his own superiority and believes no one can hurt him but Dumbledore.”
Yankovich scowled. “Dumbledore? What could that lemon-loving fool do that would scare Voldemort? If the old bastard was capable of defeating him, he would have done it years ago.”
Vladovich glared. “You never did answer my question. What did you do to piss this bastard off enough to cut my daughter’s ear off?” His voice was tightly controlled as his hands shook around his glass.
The other demon growled. “I tried to rip his soul out of his body, and it didn’t work.”
The brother’s eyes widened. “B-but, that’s impossible! You’re one of the most powerful necromancers alive today!”
“I don’t know what happened, but I couldn’t rip his soul out of his body. We’ve been trying to find out what kind of rituals he could have done to himself to make him seemingly immortal, but we haven’t found any definite leads yet, and our only current lead refuses to tell us anything unless this human student does as he wants.” Yankovich scowled at Cyrus and the human glared right back. What right did he have to try to force Cyrus to go back to Dumbledore? He wasn’t going back!
Vladovich turned the full force of that angry glare on him, and Cyrus shifted away in his seat. He watched the demon cautiously for a few moments before the anger began to lessen. The softer look in his eyes now surprised Cyrus. “I wouldn’t hurt you, child. Please, is there something you can do to help my daughter?” The anguish and hope shining in those eyes made his resolve crack. Cedric Diggory’s father had looked something like that when he first saw his dead son. Hope that he wasn’t dead, and anguish when he realized it was true. Those eyes shining with tears and a soul-wrenching sorrow had hit Cyrus where it hurt, and Vladovich was no different.
Could he just walk away, and not feel guilty, if he could have helped this girl and didn’t?
“Please,” Vladovich asked again, leaning over slightly as if getting closer would help him convey his sincerity. “Please, if there’s anything you can do to help my daughter, please.”
Cyrus’s resolve cracked a bit more, and he bit his lip at those shining blue eyes. This demon loved his daughter. He didn’t think of her as worth any less because she was half-demon, he loved her with his very heart and soul.
It made him wish he had someone who would look like that if he was ever kidnapped by a red-eyed psychopath.
He looked at Rivehn and Yankovich, the former who was watching him with a mild expression that gave nothing away, and the latter with a scowl. His sapphire eyes gave him away, though, and they asked him the same thing Vladovich had without words.
Turning green eyes to Rivehn, the mostly-calm rock of this whole situation, he made his decision. “Can you promise me that, if I go with you, you’ll keep me safe from Dumbledore?”
Rivehn and he stared into each other’s eyes for a good half a minute, and Cyrus ignored the heavy weight of Yankovich and his brother’s stare. Finally, the vampire nodded. “Yes, I will keep you safe from this human, though I don’t see how he is as threatening as you think.”
Cyrus’s eyes narrowed, and he felt his magic stir in anger at the thought of the scars he now carried on his mind from when Severus and he had burned away all the brambles. “You have no idea.”
Damn him and his penchant for saving people.
-Toki Mirage-
I just realized that I really haven’t been giving Roos (pronounced rose), my muse, enough credit and time in the spot light. She is my living muse and this story would not exist without her! (Author bows to the greatness of Roos, then proceeds to glomp her)
I hope y’all liked the chapter. I ended up writing the beginning of chapter 13 at first, instead of the beginning of chapter 12, which I find highly amusing myself. (grins) At the very least, chapter 13 will be out faster because of it. I wrote most of this chapter in one day, and I hope you guys liked the slashy bit in the middle. For those of you who are reading this fic in spite of the slash warning, I’m sorry, but it gets veeery slashy from here on out and you might wanna call it quits. That’s not to say that characters are going to be exploding in frottage or full on sex every single bloody chapter, but the gayness is going to be more present in the writing. :) As well, when the sex starts getting beyond the M rating, I will begin posting this story on my affdotnet account, or on livejournal, and will supply you all with the proper links at the beginning of each chapter that has been ‘edited’ due to content.
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