The Black Prince

A/N: Tried to come up with a good excuse for my delay in posting but I really couldn’t find one, apart from my general business and lack of time to write in. Thanks for sticking with me. Your reviews are what encouraged me to come back to the fic and make more time for writing.

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Chapter 17

Prince of Hell Joins League With He Who Must Not Be Named

A single guard was all that was left of the massive force that went to the Ministry late last night to defend an artifact that was being destroyed by Ministry employees. In an exclusive interview, the Daily Prophet was able to learn more about what really happened in the Department of Mysteries.

"It was like nothing I have ever seen before," the young man who wishes to go unnamed explained. "You Know Who has a new ally and I swear if it were possible, this new man is even more terrifying than the Dark Lord. They fought off a force of fifty men without their wands. The new Dark Lord has come from Hell itself.

"You Know Who was more terrifying than I expected, all the more so because he looked almost…normal. He looked like a middle aged, affluent man. He could blend in with any crowd if he wanted to, killing without warning. He could be anywhere. He could be the shopper next to you at the grocers. He could be waiting behind you at Gringott’s. You have no idea what we are up against."

After taking a few moments to calm himself, our witness elaborated on the evening’s events.

"I’ve never seen anything like it. They killed the other guards with such ease and with absolutely no remorse. The new Dark Lord is even worse than You Know Who. I swear it—the Prince of Hell was smiling as he killed them."

When asked why You Know Who and his new ally attacked last night the guard hurried to explain:

"They said that they were coming to defend our history. They stole an artifact from the Department that had been scheduled to be destroyed that night. I believe that the only reason they attacked was because they wanted to protect the artifact. If the Ministry hadn’t decided to destroy it then all of the other guards might still be alive."

When questioned about the mysterious man’s identity the young man offered only a vague description. All that we can ascertain is that the new Dark Lord in question has deeply tan or olive skin, black or brown hair, and eyes the color of the Killing Curse.

He calls himself the Black Prince, leading many of us at the Prophet to question whether he could be a bastard son of Sirius Black, convicted murderer of James and Lily Potter, beloved parents of Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. In addition to the betrayal that led to these senseless deaths, Black was also responsible for the murder of Peter Pettigrew and a number of innocent muggles.

Can it be that this new leader is a Black?

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Dorian set the paper aside, laughing lightly. The guard had done an excellent job really. He had hoped that his little conversation with the young man would encourage him to make it clear that they were attacking in defense of an artifact but he wasn’t entirely certain the boy would do so. He had, after all, watched them slaughter all of his coworkers.

He turned his thoughts to Voldemort; seeking him out and finding him still in bed although awake as well and alone. As much as Voldemort chided him for not taking more Death Eaters to his bed he hardly did so himself, only rarely bringing someone to bed. "Did you have something to do with this?" he asked mentally, his amusement shining through.

"Perhaps," Voldemort responded mentally. "I might have placed a small compulsion on him to elaborate on that bit about the artifact. I figured we would need a bit of good press to offset the rest of it."

"My dear Tom, no amount of good press will undo the fact that we killed over 60 Ministry employees and Order members last night," Dorian responded lightly, glad that Severus was still asleep for this conversation. He knew that his Master found it creepy when his eyes changed colors like this when he spoke mentally with Voldemort but he found himself missing their old conversations. He had become quite close with his ally over the months of their negotiations. "So much for our new era of Death Eaters."

"Well, it might not undo the bad press but perhaps it is a beginning, an idea growing in people’s minds. They now know that we were not attacking for the sheer love of murder but in defense of precious artifacts. They will recall it, when the time comes. Not to mention it was all for a good cause. We didn’t attack without reason."

"Perhaps you are right. It was a lovely battle, wasn’t it?" Dorian said with a sigh.

"I haven’t experienced one that good in nearly twenty years," Voldemort answered. "Is Severus still sleeping?"

"I wore him out last night," Dorian said sheepishly.

Voldemort’s laughter rang through loudly.

Severus started to stir and Dorian quickly ended the conversation, curling up beside his lover once more. "Good morning Master," he said softly.

Severus peeked a single eye open. "Sweet Merlin pet, is it already time to be up?" he shifted slowly, aching from head to toe after the vigorous lovemaking of the night before. Dorian had been far more aggressive than usual, scratching and biting his body indiscriminately. Although such behavior was usually forbidden for his sub Severus had loved it after the invigorating battle.

Dorian shrugged, not bothering to disguise his arousal. Even after two rounds of sex the night before he found himself still ready for more. He knew he could hold back if he needed to, the effects of his punishment still fresh on his mind, but he still wanted it, desperately.

He rubbed gently against his Master, purring lightly as he touched the deliciously pale skin.

"You have got to be kidding me," Severus muttered, his hands sliding to Dorian’s hips holding him still for a moment.

Dorian whined softly, deep in his throat.

Severus gave in and pulled the delectable arse back against him again, barely stifling a moan as he brushed against his morning erection.

He slipped a hand down to Dorian’s well-used hole and found it still lubricated. He roughly pushed two fingers in, smirking when Dorian arched back into him, riding his fingers as deeply as he could and whining for more.

Severus withdrew his fingers, pushed Dorian onto his stomach and thrust into him deeply, not bothering to bite back his groan as he was enveloped by his impossibly tight arse. He leaned down, his long hair teasing Dorian’s back as he nipped at the exposed neck, laughing as his pet’s eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Dorian pushed back as hard as he could, relishing in the thick cock that split him open and the sharp teeth that tore at his neck. "Sir," he gasped, not managing anything more coherent.

It was enough for Severus though and he pulled Dorian up onto his knees, granting himself easier access. He pounded into him ruthlessly, holding the slim hips with bruising force to keep him where he wanted him.

He came with a soft gasp, pulling Dorian further onto him as he rode out his orgasm.

Dorian whimpered softly, his own cock unattended and throbbing still.

Severus pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside Dorian, smirking down at him. "You seem to be having a problem, pet."

Dorian’s whimpers grew louder but he didn’t dare handle the "problem" himself without permission. He squirmed as he felt his Master’s heated eyes slide over his body slowly and deliberately. His hand moved unconsciously toward his prick but he stopped it in time to avoid punishment.

Severus’ smirk grew. He reached out his potion-stained hands slowly, brushing the wet tip gently and chuckling at the groan his touch had elicited. His fingers teased him lightly, not granting him any purchase.

Without warning his hand closed around the throbbing member tightly, squeezing another drop of precum out.

Dorian gasped and thrust hard into the hand, desperate for release.

The hand loosened its grip until he got himself under control.

When he managed to still himself again Severus tightened his grip once more, this time stroking Dorian roughly.

Severus watched him in silence, enjoying the sight of his pet giving in to the pleasure so fully. His head was thrown back and his eyes shut tightly, his cheeks flushed with desire.

"Open your eyes," he ordered softly, pleased when Dorian obeyed him without hesitation. He bent down and licked the tip of Dorian’s cock, reveling in the unique taste of his pet.

Dorian shuddered.

Severus swallowed his cock, not pausing when it reached the back of his throat. He worked him brutally, tearing the orgasm from him within moments.

Dorian lay bonelessly on the bed, shaking lightly every few moments from the power of his orgasm. It was incredibly rare that his Master would pleasure him like that, much less allow him to watch. He turned lazily to Severus and curled up against him once more. "Thank you Sir," he murmured quietly into the broad chest.

Severus merely stroked Dorian’s back in silence for a moment. "We need to rise, pet," he finally said softly, although the order was evident.

Dorian quickly got out of bed and grabbed his Master’s dressing gown to help put on. He gasped when he fully saw the state that his Master was in.

Severus’ body was littered in scratches and bites. He had a particularly violent looking bite high on his throat—the individual teeth marks were still clear. Deep gouges ran down his back as Dorian had scratched him hard enough to draw blood when he had finally been allowed to orgasm the night before. "Sir…"

Severus stepped into the dressing gown and tied it around his waist himself when it became evident that his sub was incapable of doing it for him as he typically did. "It is of little concern, pet."

"But Sir…" Dorian whispered desperately.

"I allowed it last night, pet. If I had objected you would have been aware of it. Do not expect me to allow it again."

Dorian nodded slowly, still visibly upset. He glanced down at his own perfectly clear body. He always healed with remarkable speed; partially due to his time with the Dursleys and partially due to his heredity. He knew for a fact that he had looked far worse than his Master did now last night before he went to sleep but now he looked perfect again.

Severus sighed and pulled Dorian into his lap. "Last night was different, pet. I enjoyed it. I occasionally enjoy pain mixed with pleasure as well. I have just never before allowed you to inflict any pain on me as it was not your place."

Dorian nodded his understanding. "Yes Sir."

"I doubt we will indulge in that again anytime soon but it was pleasurable last night."

Dorian nodded again, feeling better now that he knew that his Master had enjoyed it and was not angry with him.

The two dressed quickly and left their private rooms, Dorian making his way to the private research rooms where the Veil had been stored the night before. He knew that some of their most trusted soldiers were already studying it closely, trying to discover its secrets.

Severus decided to go to the Soldiers Commons and visit with the other Death Eaters. He hadn’t been there much lately and he missed his friends. One of the most important parts about being a Death Eater was the feeling of joining a large family or fraternity. Most of the soldiers were quite close to each other and special bonds and friendships were formed during their free time and strengthened when they went out to battle.

People openly stared at him as he walked through the lounge, undoubtedly taking in the dark bite marks and the hint of a love bruise on the other side of his neck. He hadn’t bothered to cover them, knowing that everyone knew he was in a sexual relationship of some sort with the Prince. After being kissed so openly last night there was no point in hiding anything.

Their fascination with the relationship between Severus and the Prince was at an all time high as a few of the elite had told the others of the kiss they had witnessed the night before. Although everyone knew that the two were together that was the first time that anyone had actually witnessed them first hand together in a sexual way.

He sat down near Lucius, Rodolphus and Bella. Bella immediately put up a silencing charm.

"I’m rather surprised you can walk," Lucius remarked with amusement. "Our Prince seemed rather affectionate last night."

Bella giggled softly.

Severus rolled his eyes.

"Dare I ask how many times it was last night?" Lucius asked his old friend, smirking. The four of them had long been close and kept few secrets from each other.

Severus smirked back. "Three times."

"Is sex with an incubus better than sex with a human?" Bella asked eagerly.

"His body was literally made for sex. What do you think?" Severus replied dryly.

"I am rather surprised that you accepted him so quickly," Rodolphus said hesitantly. "I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you in a relationship like this. Don’t you miss your boys?" he asked, knowing well his friend’s preferences when it came to partners. He had never known his friend to have a vanilla relationship or to take a submissive role but there was no other explanation for his relationship with the Prince.

Severus shrugged. "I have an Incubus in my bed. What’s to miss?" he said vaguely.

Neither he nor Dorian was ashamed in any way of their relationship but he had decided that it was better to keep it a secret from as many people as possible for a while yet, with everything among the Death Eaters still in flux from the arrival of Harry Potter as their new Dark Lord. As usual, Dorian had acquiesced to Severus’ decision without any argument or objection.

Lucius decided to change the subject, quite aware that his friend would not answer any more questions on the topic. He could be incredibly close mouthed when he did not feel like answering questions and it was clear that he no longer wanted to answer questions about his relationship. "Was the Prince pleased with the article this morning?"

Severus turned to him, the question clear on his face.

Lucius simply handed the paper to his friend, allowing him to read it for himself.

Severus finished it and snorted, setting it aside. "Well, that would certainly explain his affection this morning."

"Do you think we will be able to save his Father?" Bella asked hesitantly, her fear obvious.

Severus thought for a moment. "Normally, I would say that it was impossible. With both the Prince and the Dark Lord combining their powers and their desire though, I’m not quite sure. There is little that can stand in their way. They might well be able to achieve the impossible."

"If anyone can do it they can," Lucius said, patting her hand softly. "The Prince wants his Father back and he will probably work the research soldiers tirelessly to try to find a way."

"Tell us about his sister," Rodolphus said, seeking a distraction. His wife had been distraught ever since the death of her cousin at her hand, accident or not. He didn’t want her to dwell on the possibilities and the what-if’s.

"Dorian loves her dearly and has declared that she is a Black," Severus said, garnering gasps from the three purebloods that sat with him.

Making such a declaration was perhaps one of the biggest political moves a pureblood could ever make. Such an action declared complete contempt for the original bloodline of the person in question by declaring it null and replacing it with another. They all felt that the Weasley bloodline was unworthy of the pureblood name but none of them would have dared to officially declare it so.

"She’s a Black?" Bella repeated. "No wonder she wouldn’t allow me to call her Miss Weasley. She approves, I assume?"

"Whole-heartedly. She was eager to throw off the name of Weasley. She recognizes that they are a disgrace to the name. The Prince’s godfather has accepted her as well and she now considers him to be her godfather."

The looks of shock grew at this. The honor of being chosen as a godfather was a carefully planned move on the parent’s part because the godparent had immense duties to their godchild as well as power over them in many ways as their spiritual and magical guide.

Becoming a godparent created a sort of unspoken but amazingly powerful bond. Failure as a godparent in any form would be seen as a strike against the bond and could even strip a godparent of his or her magical abilities.

Many men and women who were asked to be godparents refused simply because they were not up to the duties. Being a proper godparent was often more of a responsibility than being a blood parent and most definitely was in the situation that Remus found himself with both Dorian and Ginevra. He needed to protect and guide two people who were in extremely dangerous positions in the war from every imaginable danger or pitfall. It was enough to terrify even the bravest of men and women.

Ginevra’s request and Remus’ subsequent approval was tantamount to erasing her own parents and declaring Remus to be her spiritual guide, her touchstone for important cultural decisions and her de facto parent. She had declared her parents so completely unfit that she erased their very existence by placing Remus over them simply by announcing that she accepted him as her godfather.

"When did she decide to join the Dark forces?" Rodolphus asked.

"It was more a decision to follow her brother wherever he went, although she has long approved of the Dark Lord’s work. I am uncertain if she ever would have sought him out on her own though, without the Prince. She probably would have simply been one of the many silent supporters rather than a true soldier were it not for Dorian’s role."

"She seemed quite comfortable with you, Sev," Lucius said, thinking back over their day together. "Has she known about your relationship?"

"Of course. There is no way that Dorian would keep such a secret from his sister. The girl is all but a sister to myself now."

"And is Lupin your father-in-law now?" Rodolphus asked, laughing.

Severus glared at him. "Hardly. He’s actually quite bearable though. His care for Dorian is admirable and he manages to not annoy me much."

"Times have certainly changed since the Prince joined our Lord," Bella said. "For the first time in a long time I feel that we are moving in the right direction."

"I am pleased to be done with the mindless violence," Severus said. "That never sat well with me. There always seemed to be more effective ways."

"Look at the violence last night though!" Rodolphus pointed out. He was not in any way upset over the violence from the previous night, he was merely concerned that it would hurt them in some way in the future.

"All with a point," Severus countered evenly. "Not only a point that we could see but one that was made clear to the wizarding world. No, if Dorian has his way the entire world will be eating from their hands by the end of this. The world will worship them as the bastions of culture and history and preservation rather than condemning them as Dark murderers. Mark my words: once Dorian is through with his plans the world will understand our true goals and they will support us completely."