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The Search Is Over, A Kreacher/Regulus Black fic	By : blaisegellert Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1156 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Mature content, violence, sex. A Harry Potter fandom, no money is made off this project.

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"Master Regulus has managed to live here with Dora for over a decade yet did not know there was a bed in another guest room," Kreacher asked as he and Regulus headed upstairs. The elf glanced over at him, an incredulous smirk on his face that caused Regulus to chuckle.
"I didn't plunder her other rooms, Kreacher. There was no reason." He winked. "Snooping about was always more your forte anyway. You're so much better at it...so much smoother."
"Probably true," Kreacher agreed with a pleased nod. They opened the door of the room Dora indicated and Kreacher waved a hand, causing all the dust that layered the obviously unused surfaces to vanish.
"Now it is suitable," he said in a satisfied tone. The room had a dresser, a full sized four poster and a night stand beside the bed. The dresser and nightstand were made of such a dark brown wood that it was nearly black. The walls were a restful dark blue to match the thick carpet and the bed was covered in a thick blue comforter.
"I'll bring my coffin in along with some fresh clothes for tomorrow when we go to Hogwarts," Regulus said, turning toward the door.
"Kreacher will help," the elf said, and was at once at Regulus's side. The simple and even after all this time familiar feel of Kreacher beside him caused Regulus's heart to warm in the best of ways. It made him feel as if everything would be alright no matter how bad it might look at present.
Together they made short work of moving the coffin and fresh clothes in and putting everything in its proper place. Regulus was about to close the bedroom door when he saw Dora in the hallway with her hand raised to knock.
"Oh hi," he smiled and stepped back to allow her inside. She smiled back but her gaze moved past him to land on Kreacher. She came forward slightly but remained just inside the doorway rather than fully entering the room.
"I had a thought while hunting...So before I go to spend my evening with the piano, I decided to stop off and ask you if you've shown Kreacher the joys of blood sharing?"
Regulus's look was horrified as he shook his head. He couldn't help it. "No! I can feed...I don't need to take that from him...He's so small and I could accidentally take too much!"
"No," Dora said. "It isn't about feeding...It's about you taking a tiny sip of blood that if done properly can give both of you a great deal of pleasure, especially Kreacher. I suppose I forgot that you didn't know about that. I never mentioned it because there was never cause."
She turned toward Kreacher who regarded her with interested eyes.
"How it works is Regulus takes just a small sip or two of blood from your neck and when he does if his thoughts are of giving you pleasure, if they are lustful toward you, you will both experience a feeling very like orgasm."
Kreacher blushed but his expression was still one of interest as he nodded. "Kreacher thanks Miss Dora for the information," he said seriously. It was Dora's turn to blush.
"It's not a problem. I just thought you should both enjoy all the aspects of vampirism that you can. I remember Marius did that to me several times when I was mortal and it was exquisite." Her lashes fluttered, eyes half closing at the memory as an expression of remembered bliss momentarily crossed her face.
Regulus came forward to kiss her cheek. "Thank you. You are the best maker ever."
She smiled as she backed out of the room. "I try," she said with a wink, then softly closed the door behind her.
"Miss Dora is a true treasure," Kreacher said fondly and Regulus nodded. "In fact, it is difficult for Kreacher to believe she was a Muggle."
"Was," Regulus asked, arching brows at his friend as he went to sit on the bed. "She still is."
Kreacher looked considering then slowly shook his head. "She has many abilities that Kreacher does not, so he believes being a vampire now makes her far more. She saved his Master Regulus when Kreacher could not, after all. To him Miss Dora is far better than a Muggle now. As she has not been a Muggle for thousands of years, Kreacher thinks that hardly counts," the elf concluded, wandering over to lean against Regulus's side.
"Want to try her suggestion," Regulus asked and Kreacher nodded. "Kreacher is curious, he must admit. He is a bit nervous as well, he must confess. He certainly would not stand for a vampire biting him were it not his master Regulus."
"A good thing," Regulus said with a grin. "I promise, I'll be careful. I will hardly take any at all. I just want to see what it will be like for us...Though I honestly can't imagine anything more intense than what we can already manage together," he said with a chuckle.
Kreacher nodded, blushing slightly as he joined Regulus on the bed.
Regulus found himself wondering how elf blood would taste as he lay back on the bed, drawing Kreacher against him. "If this hurts, it should only be for a second," he said, nervousness growing at the prospect of biting someone he wasn't about to drain to death. Tracing Kreacher's soft neck with his lips, he forced himself to relax as nervousness would do no good. Opening his mouth against the pulse in Kreacher's throat, he grazed the skin with his fangs.
"That feels nice," Kreacher murmured, one hand trailing up Regulus's chest to rest against his heart. "Kreacher likes." He felt the elf shiver against him, and he reacted in kind. Recalling what Dora had said, he focused his thoughts on giving Kreacher pleasure and receiving it himself as well.
As gently as possible, he pierced the skin of Kreacher's throat with his fangs just enough to draw out a few drops of blood, all the wile keeping his mind focused on the lust they both always felt. Kreacher made an inarticulate sound and arched against him, head thrown back. The motion caused more droplets of blood to escape from the tiny wounds Regulus's fangs had caused, and he drew on Kreacher's neck once again as pleasure gripped him as well. The taste of the blood caused his lips and tongue to tingle. It was salty as was all blood, but it seemed to sing with magic. Just one more sip, and he would stop, Regulus thought. The sip was a small one, yet it sent pleasure through them both again, leaving Kreacher gasping and limp against his chest.
"Kreacher...thinks we must do that again soon," the elf managed after several seconds, and Regulus smiled.
"Soon but not too soon. I don't wish to weaken you," he said, tongue flicking out to taste the final traces of Kreacher's blood on his lips. "Elf blood is amazing...You taste like magic."
"That's interesting," Kreacher replied, voice muffled as his face was currently pressed into Regulus's chest. "Kreacher is so relaxed that he does not wish to move."
"Are you hungry," Regulus asked after a few minutes of just silently lying together.
"Kreacher ate at home. Does Master Regulus not recall," Kreacher murmured.
"I do but it's been a while, and I want you eating three proper meals a day," Regulus replied. "We're getting you healthy so that you can become immortal, remember?"
"Hmmm," Kreacher replied drowsily.
"There are Muggle restaurants that deliver. I could look one up in the telephone book and order you some food," Regulus suggested.
"Muggle food," Kreacher asked, tone one of open disapproval.
"Well we're here and it can't be helped," Regulus said. "I'm sorry but right now we're roughing it a bit out of a logical need for caution where the fact I am alive is concerned," he pointed out.
"Whatever Master Regulus wishes," Kreacher said with a sigh. Regulus rose from the bed and kissed Kreacher on the head.
"Relax there. I shall be back shortly," he said. Heading downstairs he opened the phone book for the first time ever. He'd never had a use for it before. It sat under the phone on the table beside the sofa in the sitting room. Locating numbers in it was more complicated than he'd expected. The way they were categorized and arranged hardly seemed logical.
Not to mention the thing only had about a million pages. "Muggles," he muttered to himself. At last he found the number to a pizza place that delivered late into the night. He dialed the number and asked if they had anything healthy. He ordered Kreacher a salad and some garlic bread sticks along with some milk to drink. He would have the bread to eat while Regulus and Dora slept the next day. With the order placed, Regulus returned to Kreacher, who was half asleep on the bed, curled onto his side with an arm flung over his face.
He opened his mouth to tell the elf they should wait downstairs so that he could hear the doorbell when the food arrived, then realized that as a vampire, he could hear the doorbell just fine from up here. Doing mundane things like ordering food made him feel nearly human again as it was the most human interacting Regulus had experienced in over a decade. Of course feeding hardly counted.
"What food did Master Regulus get for Kreacher," the elf asked suspiciously. He slowly sat up and with a gesture, caused the room to fill with bright light. Noticing Regulus cringe and shield his eyes, he dimmed the light with another negligent gesture.
"Kreacher is sorry. Did that hurt Master Regulus? Kreacher understood that the sun would do damage, but Master Regulus did not mention bright light as a problem."
Regulus shook his head. "It's fine. My eyes are just sensitive for a moment or two until they grow accustomed to bright light but dim is more comfortable in truth. As for the food, I ordered you a salad and some garlic bread to have for tomorrow while we sleep."
"Kreacher can share with Mortis," the elf said and Regulus smiled. "That is kind of you. Right now he just has sunflower seeds. He loves those but I like to give him variety. I just haven't been to the store in a few days."
"Where is Mortis, Kreacher wonders?" As he spoke, Kreacher cast his gaze around the room.
"Probably listening to Dora play the piano," Regulus said. "He likes that."
"That reminds Kreacher," the elf said, casting a curious glance at Regulus. "Miss Dora spoke of Master Regulus thinking of Kreacher when he played the guitar. Kreacher never knew Master Regulus had such an interest."
"Because I didn't until after we were separated. I'd lost everything and music was my form of self expression. It also gave me something to do to keep me from sinking too deeply into my own misery."
Kreacher cocked his head to the side as he studied Regulus. "Will Master Regulus play for Kreacher?"
"Alright. My guitar is in the room I was using as my bed chamber. I'll just go and get it."
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