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A/N: I had such a good time writing this yesterday, even if
it did totally knock me for six. I have also now planned this story out to the end, this chapter excited me so much I did it last night. As
it stands there will be twelve chapters and an epilogue. I have a feeling you
will be surprised. It�s a Bank Holiday here in the UK, which is why the updates are
rolling out. I will probably have to slow down soon.

Thank you for your reviews:

-Kai �Sorry for leaving you hanging. You can get down now!
;)

-Sheree �Daisy needed no more. And
now you can finally find out what�s on his back! Hope it didn't eat you up too much overnight *grin* :D

-abbi cee �Hermione probably does have that pride, but then Molly
sees it differently.

-DaVinci �That was indeed bad punnage. But very funny, nonetheless! And, Severus can get
dirtier than that. But not yet. *whistle*.

Enjoy.

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Severus poured another glass of whiskey and watched as the
golden liquid flowed over the ice. He knew he was being ridiculous, believing a
few drinks would calm his nerves, but as the hand on the clock ticked towards
eleven, he didn�t see what else he could do.

He was going to the Room of Requirement, as he had known he
would since the words had left Ron�s mouth. He didn�t know how to feel about
the fact that Ron had thought he would not, and Severus had half-convinced
himself it was just the redhead�s attempt at reverse psychology.

I�m going, but it will
not be about sex. This will purely be about blood and working out our rules and
boundaries. And it�s obvious we need some.

Severus sank back down onto the sofa in front of his office
fire and took a mouthful, the neat spirit freshening
his mouth and burning as it slid down his gullet. It was muggle and a particularly fine malt. His improved senses made poor
quality alcohol intolerable and it was an annoying, not to mention ludicrously
expensive, downside of his inhumanity.

He had always enjoyed drinking, rarely to excess, though,
and that had not changed when he had been turned into a vampire. It took a lot
more for him to get drunk, however, which only added to the cost of his hobby.
Taking another mouthful, Severus looked nervously again at the clock. It was
still only ten. He had another hour before he could get up and let his feet
carry him off to his redheaded ball of fire.

No! Just blood! No
sex!

He downed the contents of his glass to stop himself thinking
on Ron�s body, how it would look fully naked. Getting up for a re-fill, Severus
tried to bat away the images which came to his mind�s eye, those of strong
arms, a flat stomach and thin but muscular thighs.

And you only know
about those things because you�ve been watching him at every possible second,
looking at him as he moves through his uniform. Pervert.

Severus didn�t bother to sit down that time; he just
sauntered aimlessly around his office, looking at the artefacts there but not
really considering any of them in-depth. What he was considering thoroughly was how the gentle contours of Ron�s
body would look spread out on a king size bed.

I wonder just what he
would let me do to him. If he is to be my submissive then I could technically
do whatever I wish� but I will not do anything too harsh... It�s different when
you�re an immortal and you can bend over for hours...

Despite himself, and his anxiety, Severus smiled to himself
at the thought of having someone to engage in regular sexual activity with.
Even if that someone was eighteen,
na�ve and should be absolutely untouchable to Severus.

He wants nothing more
than for me to touch him, fill him up.

Growling angrily, Severus drank some more and stared
determinedly in the fire. If anything at all, he was going to have to display a
supreme amount of self control that evening. He was barely able to stop
thinking of the boy sexually for three seconds. Confronted with him in person
Severus was sure it would decrease to two.

He drank some more whiskey.

***

Ron couldn�t believe what the room had thrown up for him. He
has simply asked for �a place where Severus and I can be alone� as he�d paced
back and forth in the corridor outside the miraculous room, and had been
presented with something far, far greater than that.

It was one of the richest scenes of seduction he had ever
seen. There was a roaring fire, with a large sofa facing the flames. In front
of that there was a soft shaggy rug.�
Behind the sofa, there was an outrageously large bed which Ron couldn�t
help but admit took his breath away, it was so ornate. Dark wood was teamed
with scarlet hangings with a matching velvet coverlet, and what felt like black
silk sheets sat in the frame, which had carved floral decoration at the tops of
the posts and arching to the centre of each side of the bed. It almost made him
blush to look at, because it was so very obvious what the bed expected.

Sex. And lots of it.

With an anticipatory shiver, Ron turned his eyes to examine
the hand basin in the corner of the room, plummed
perfectly into the wall. It worked; he�d tested it when he�d first entered the
room.

He turned to look over the fireplace and saw his reflection
in the mirror there. He preened his hair slightly, tucking a lock behind his
ear, picking at his fringe, trying to make it look less messy, though it was
pointless. He nervously licked his lips and turned to the sink, turning the
faucet on and letting it run so the water grew icily cold before he caught some
in his hands and drank it.

�Nervous dry mouth?� a voice asked from behind him and Ron
jumped and shrieked as the icy water he�d not yet drunk fell from his hands
onto the thin shirt he was wearing.

�For the love of bloody Merlin, why, why do you have to
sneak up on me?!� Ron cried, brushing at the wet spots and growling, before
turning off the gushing tap.

�Aren�t I allowed to have any fun?� Severus drawled.

�Not that kind of fun,� Ron muttered. �You got in the room
okay, then?�

�I am here, am I not?� Severus stared at him.

Mr. Sarcastic�s back. Joy.

Ron suddenly realised that, even though Severus had snuck up
on him, he was there. He had actually
turned up and Ron had been so, so convinced he wouldn�t. That he would run away.

�You�re here,� Ron breathed pathetically, his nerves
grabbing him by the balls and causing his knees to weaken.

�Yes, I�m fully aware of that fact��

Severus turned away from him, arms folded across his chest.
�Did you ask the room for all this?�

�No, I just asked it for a place we could be alone.�

�And what were you thinking of when you asked that?�

�I wasn�t thinking about sex,� Ron knew what he was hinting at.

�Really?� Severus questioned.

�Honestly I wasn�t.�

�Anyone would think you were trying to seduce me��

�A bit late for that,� Ron snorted and walked to the sofa,
plopping down on it so that the heat from the fire would dry his shirt.

He watched as Severus walked around the room, looking
closely at each element, before eventually turning to stand near the fire,
looking at Ron on the sofa.

�Very handsome,� Severus gave him a cordial nod and Ron
looked back at him with an expression of disbelief on his face. �What?�

�You talk like you�re from another time,� Ron shrugged. �You could have just
said �you look nice� or �you scrub up well�.�

Severus rolled his eyes and looked into the mirror,
wondering why he�d not thought to make more of an effort himself, when Ron so
obviously had. He sighed and turned, sitting down on the sofa leaving a sizable
gap between him and the redhead.

�Oh, well, this is� odd,� Ron muttered, and kicked off his
shoes onto the floor, bringing his legs up onto the sofa beside him.�

�We need to talk,� Severus said shrewdly, snapping his head
to the side, taking in the tall form curled up into the sofa �it was an image
which made him surprisingly warm inside.

�I suppose,� Ron said glumly.

�It�s very obvious that there is some kind of higher
connection between us �a large part of that was your invitation. But I cannot
help but think there is something else too. You bring me relief in a way I have
never experienced before.�

�Why can I smell� whiskey?� Ron sniffed at the air
confusedly, and looked over at him, watching as the older man�s face coloured
distinctly. �You had to knock some back before coming up here?�

There was upset tinging his tone
and Ron certainly hadn�t put it there on purpose. He was nothing but a nervous
teenager at that moment, pathetically curled up into the sofa, one hand gently
massaging his own feet.

�I might not be human, but that doesn�t mean I don�t feel
the need for a little Dutch courage now and then.�

�How hard did you have to work to not attach �Weasley� to the end of that?� Ron
gave him an impish grin.

�Moderately.�

�You can if you want,� Ron shrugged. �Though
it�d be weird to hear it during sex.�

�We�re not here for sex,� Severus sighed, and turned towards
the redhead on the sofa, resting one elbow on the top of the back cushions and
bending one knee up beneath him. He held the position, though it felt so odd to
act so casually in front of a student.

�Are we not?� Ron�s voice was soft.

�I�m not.�

�But don�t drinking from me and having sex with me kind of
go hand in hand?�

�Not necessarily.�

�That�s right,� Ron said suddenly, face hardening. �Only if you find them attractive. Oh. Well. Want me to put
a paper bag over my head or something?�

�Oh, don�t be immature,� Severus growled, the alcohol in his
system allowing him little tolerance for Ron�s insecurities. �You know that is
not the problem here. I would not have asked you to do what you did yesterday
if I was not attracted to you.�

�Are you really?�

�Considering the near-constant montage of sordid thoughts
floating through my mind about you, Weasley, what do you think?�

Severus visibly checked himself and then corrected his
speech, �Ron.�

With a small smile Ron answered him, �What sort of
thoughts?�

�They are not what we�re here to discuss,� Severus looked
down at the carpet.

�Shame. I�d be interested to hear
them. Maybe they�re the same as what I�ve been thinking about you?�

Severus did not speak and Ron decided to grab the bull by
the horns. �I generally think about you drinking from me when we�re having sex.
You�re always on top of me and fucking me with my legs about your waist� both
totally starkers, clearly.�

�Aren�t you even the slightest bit disturbed at the thought
of me naked?� Severus hooked up an eyebrow. �I am not an attractive person; I
am not a nice person. Why on earth should that inspire such fantasy?�

Ron shrugged. �I�m not going to lie that I�ve found it
strange to suddenly want to watch you, to see the way your robes cling to your
backside when you bend over� don�t blush, you have a perfect arse.�

�We�re digressing,� Severus said forcedly.

�Good.�

�I need you to stop being so damn juvenile,� Severus told
Ron. �I need you to realise what you�re dealing with here. This is not just
about sex; this is something which could turn out to be very, very dangerous.�

�Dangerous in what way?� Ron asked
him evenly.

With a growl of frustration, Ron watched as Severus leapt to
his feet and began pacing over the rug in front of the fire.

�At least take your shoes off, there�s no sense in ruining
the room�s rug, it might not let us back in if you do,� Ron admonished.

�The�� Severus stopped dead and looked at him, before
growling again and bending down to yank off both of his boots, throwing them
off to the side. �Happy? The rug will be unsullied by dirt.�

�I�m just thinking of good manners,� a smirk played about Ron�s lips as he
looked at the socked feet now pressing into the rug, taking in their shape and
length.

Severus resumed his pacing. �I am very dangerous. Any
vampire is very dangerous, Ron. You should know that without me having to tell
you.�

�Are you going to give me a lecture about you losing control
and turning me?� Ron stretched his legs out luxuriously on the sofa, and did
not miss how Severus� eyes raked along them and back.

�It�s a lecture you clearly need to hear,� Severus groaned.
�This is your life you�re playing with. I could kill you. Right now, I could
walk over there, and kill you.�

�As you could have done when you were just a wizard,� Ron reasoned. �You had a wand then, you have a wand
now. There are curses which could kill me faster than you could drink me dry.�

Severus ignored him and continued. �What if I turned you,
hmm? What if, in the night, the urge took me and you woke up in the middle of
your change? Condemned to a shunned, long life, never quite being on the same
level as those you love again? Does that sound pleasurable?�

Ron would have answered that it sounded alright if Severus
would be there, but that brought him in the firing line for receiving answers
that he could not bear to hear �namely that Severus would not stay with him,
should he change him.

�I�m not some obsessed idiot who thinks you changing me will
be the sexual height of my life,� Ron said quietly, looking at the rug. �And
I�m not asking you to do that, either.�

�Now,� Severus reminded him acidly.
�If we engage in this clandestine affair, there will come a point where you
might start to feel so deeply for me the thought of dying and leaving me behind
is simply too much. And then, your mind might work over-time. You might feel
that it would be best if you were changed now, to retain your youthful appearance.�

�Well, nobody wants to look like rubbish for eternity,� Ron gave a nod of his
head.

�My point exactly,� Severus hissed.

�So what are you suggesting?� Ron asked brightly. �We part
ways and never see one another again? With you ripping holes in yourself? I
don�t think so, Severus.�

�I suggest we enter into this without a sexual pretence.�

�And what would that be when it�s at home?�

Severus reached up and massaged his temples, trying to keep
a hold on his temper, which had been legendary before he�d been turned into an
over-alert vampire.� �I�m saying, we
meet, I drink, and that�s it. You will undoubtedly get hard during, because
that�s the nature of the process. But you can take care of that yourself.�

�And you�ll take care of yourself?� Ron raised an eyebrow. �Your
erection? You�ll just go back to your dungeon and wank
off thinking about me?�

Another ugly blush told him that would be the truth.

�What�s the fucking point?� Ron burst out. �What�s the point of two people
being together, and then separating to go and climax thinking about one
another? It just seems so stupid.�

�I�ll admit it�s not ideal.�

Ron got to his feet. �Maybe you�re protesting like this
because you haven�t� because we�ve not done anything properly yet. Maybe once
we did, you�d change your mind see how bloody amazing this could be.�

�I doubt that very much. I mean me changing my mind, not
that we would be amazing.�

�Well, at least you admit that much,� Ron muttered, and
turned to his bag on the floor, out of which he pulled a bottle of honeyed
cider he�d liberated from his stash. He thought �bottle opener!� and one
instantly appeared on the end table by the sofa and he picked it up, grinning.
�Gods, I love this room.�

Severus said nothing and watched as he uncapped the bottle and raised it to his
lips, drinking in slow, deliberate gulps which accentuated his throat
perfectly.

�Would you like some?� Ron held the bottle out to him.

�I haven�t had this in years,� Severus reached for it, and
hated the way he loved that their fingers brushed together.

�More of a teenager�s choice, I suppose,� Ron shrugged. �As
I can smell, you�re a spirits man.�

Severus tipped the bottle back and felt the sweet liquid
wash through his mouth. �God, it�s good. Where did you get this?�

�Home-made,� Ron shrugged. �We have an apple orchard in our
garden. Well. It is the garden.�

�Did you make it?�

�No, I�m not allowed in there any more after I got pissed at
the age of fourteen and nearly killed myself in the apple press.�

Severus looked at him with laughing eyes and his mouth even
quirked a little bit. �Really?�

�I can sink that like its water, five bottles in an hour and I�m
anybody�s,� Ron snorted and shook his head.

�That�s the other thing,� Severus lowered the bottle and
kept it in his hand, it felt nice to have something to cling to.� �Vampires by nature are very possessive and territorial. If we were to indulge in sexual
intercourse, and then you grew tired of our union, I would find it extremely
difficult to let you go without causing either you or your new desired harm.�

�And that�s a proper side-affect of being a vampire; you�re
not just making it up?�

�I promise you. In my short time I�ve seen more
vengeance-killings than I care to have done.�

�Right,� Ron leant against the sofa arm. �Well. I understand
that would be an issue. But, with the exception of one or maybe two, we
Weasleys tend to mate for life.�

�You are young, you don�t know whether you�ll follow the
majority or the minority.�

�I think I might know,� Ron cocked his head and smiled grimly.

�Don�t, whatever you�re thinking,
don�t,� Severus advised, waving a finger. �Do not let yourself get caught up in
romantic notions about me, Ron, it will do you absolutely no good at all.�

�Except making me happy,� Ron shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets.
�But then hey, who gives a fuck about what I want?�

�I don�t have the patience for self-pity,� Severus warned
him. �There are so many things about me that you do not know, and would not
want to know. I have told you before I am not a nice person, Ron, and you have
pursued this regardless.�

�I wasn�t asking for your pity,� Ron muttered. �Yours is the pity I want least
of all.�

They fell to silence and the only sound was the crackling of
the fire in the grate.

Bloody stupid, Ron
shook his head. Brilliant couch, massive
bed, and here we are both standing up like bloody twats.

�I have a question for you,� Ron swallowed. �You said that I
would be your submissive.�

�Yes,� Severus visibly stiffened; he had been waiting for
the questions of that nature.

�Am I really though?�

�Of course you are, do not let that blow job yesterday trick you into thinking
you�d be anything different.�

�You�re not getting what I mean,� Ron closed his eyes. �Within me, I have the
power to keep you sane. I go away, and you go mad with the burning in your
arms. It�s like I�m your drug and your supplier at the same time� how am I ever
the submissive if I�m constantly pressing myself on you? Forcing you to have
me?�

�That is just the nature of the union,� Severus shrugged. �It
is not entirely like you describe though. You may be a type of drug, but not
the most common kind. A drug addict, overall, has a choice. Even if it does not
seem like that, at the very beginning there was the first ingestion, the first
hit. After that, it was their choice to continue. However, I was turned,
against my will, I would never have asked for this. And you were the one that
invoked the Invitation lore, and so you made my choice for me, and I was
commanded to have you. Everything I now suffer is down to you.�

�Exactly, so how can I ever truly be your submissive?�

Severus assessed him with a long hard gaze. And then he
sighed, looked at the bottle in his hand, and said, �The only part that matters
to my vampiric nature is your sexual submittal in the
bedroom. Not whether you are providing me with metaphorical hits outside of it.
It is a moot point.�

�Severus,� Ron took a few steps towards him and came to a
halt. �I have to say something.�

�Do go on,� Severus waved the bottle at him, eager to get away
from the dismal subject of his enslavement.

Ron took a deep breath and walked so closely that their
noses brushed together. �I�m sorry.�

�Pardon?� Severus blinked.

�I�m sorry for invoking the lore. It was... inexcusable. And
had I known the true circumstances it would entrap you in, I would never have
done it.�

Whatever Severus had expected, Ron was fairly sure an
apology had not been it. And it was his turn to be surprised as soft lips
captured his own and kissed him, as if absorbing the left-over word residue
from them. He felt one slim, cool hand on the side of his face, creeping up
into his hair, and heard a gentle groan from Severus� throat.

�Thank you,� the raven haired man whispered. �Though we
cannot change such things, and I will not waste time wishing to do so.�

�That was my next question,� Ron confessed. �If there was any
way for me to revoke this.�

�I have never read of it being done,� Severus shook his head. �There are
not many cases of this� occurring.�

They met again in another kiss, Severus still clasping the
bottle of cider between them, and Ron tilted his head gently to attack the
heavenly lips more successfully. The heat began to steam off them and yet they
had no hold on one another other than Severus� hand in Ron�s hair. They broke
off panting and Ron staggered backwards; Severus noticed he was clearly
struggling with himself, holding something back.

�What? We should not slip into a world of secrecy,� Severus advised.

�You won�t want to hear what I�m thinking,� Ron�s voice was
clouded with desperation.

�Tell me anyway,� Severus swallowed.

�How can we kiss like that, how can do something so simple as have a kiss and a touch and yet it produces
something so� hot and lusty�� Ron knew he was grabbing at the air with his
hands and how stupid that would make him look, but he couldn�t stop the passion
pouring out of him. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. �You make me
feel so�� he groaned in frustration, �I don�t know. But how can you want to
hold back, how can you not want sex? How are you standing there, presented with
a submissive who will bend any way you want them to, and not pick them up, dump
them on the bed, rip all their clothes off and fuck them into the new year,
Severus? How?�

Severus watched with widening eyes as the young man in front
of him seemed to grow older during the course of his passionate rant. He missed
most of the words because of the way he was amazed at the transformation.

�See, right there, you�re mentally undressing me, Severus, I
know you are!�

�I�m not,� Severus replied automatically, snapping out of
the funk.

�Well, you know what?� Ron choked the words out, his blood
alive with what felt like unbridled passion. �You don�t have to do it mentally
any more.� He quickly ghosted his fingers down the front of his shirt and tore
it from his shoulders, throwing it down on the sofa, taking a deep breath as he
realised what exactly he was doing.

Severus couldn�t deny that the sight was breathtaking. Whatever
Ron did to look so good, his �master� wanted him to keep it up. His skin was
creamy, freckled, he had very little in the way of body hair bar a sparse patch
between two pink nipples, which were hardening from their sudden bareness. The
muscles on his abdomen were not toned enough to be constantly exercised, but
were obviously there, leading to a flat stomach and the beginnings of two
delicious hollows as his skin clung to his hipbones and disappeared beneath the
waistband of his trousers. His arms were long and, as Severus had anticipated,
adorned by soft yet strong looking muscles.

�I can see your erection from here,� Ron threw him a
challenging look, and then he turned round, so that Severus could see his back,
and because his face was hidden, he enjoyed the gasp and the curse as the man
lost his grip on the glass bottle he was holding, by grinning broadly.

�H-how long have you had that?� Severus stammered, and was
unable to resist walking closer and bending slightly to inspect the inked work
on the redhead�s back.

�Just after the war,� Ron said over his shoulder.

�That�s� stunning�� Severus was having a hard time finding
words as he looked at the tattoo, which spread from the small of Ron�s back,
dominating the curve, to the midpoint of his spine. Recognising the figure on
the skin, Severus looked over it. �Why the Fire Imp?�

�Have you looked
at my head?� Ron snorted. �It could hardly have been any of the other three,
could it?�

Ron�s choice of the Fire Imp had been instant, and definite.
One of the stories read to him in his childhood, the four Elemental Imps had
always fascinated him, even though they were completely fictional. Plus, out of
the four, Fire had always been the manliest, though all were beautiful and
somewhat effeminate. But with his blazing hair and wings, Ron had been driven
to choose him.

It came from an old wizarding fairy tale, of the four
Elemental Imps �fire, water, earth and air, who watched over their human
charges on the earth and had to keep them from entering into trouble. However,
the humans rebelled from their control and found out to their cost that the Imps�
guidance was crucial. Then each of the Imps blamed themselves for their
failures and realised how they could have done better �by acknowledging that
they had been too full of the traits they had been striving to control in their
human groups. They resolved to improve to try and salvage the world. Ron had
always loved the story and when he had walked into the shop of one of the
finest magical tattooists in London, one day soon after the fall of Voldemort,
he knew exactly what he wanted, and where.

�Why would you choose this? That story is barely read these
days��

�Well, it was read to me,� Ron shrugged, and Severus watched with total
fascination as the fairy-like creature moved with his skin, the colours vibrant,
beautifully blended and mesmerising, the male creature handsome and strapping.

�It was read to me too�The Latin inscription?� Severus� eyes
looked at the way the imp�s head was turned up the back he was painted on, long
fiery locks flowing out behind him, and pointed his arm the same way, and on
the limb tiny, ornately looped words were inked.

�The line from the book,� Ron confirmed. ��The fiery souls I
command and reign in��

�You are full of surprises,� Severus straightened again, and
didn�t bother acting chastely; he put his arms around Ron from behind and
touched his bare torso. �You are delicious.� He punctuated the words with
kisses on Ron�s shoulder.

�I�m not done yet,� Ron stepped away from him and undid his
trousers, heart banging nervously against his ribs.

�No, you don�t, you shouldn�t do that-� Severus protested,
reaching forward and grabbing his hands. �This isn�t what I��

�Want?� Ron�s face fell.

�Came to discuss,� Severus corrected gently.

�And do you want me, Severus? Do you want to have me bent over
that bed, hmm? Is that what you�re saying� that we�ll have that? That you�ll
fuck me as roughly as you like, even on my first time, as you take my
virginity? That you�ll make me scream out your name as I come
undone?�

�Yes, we will have that,� Severus swallowed, even though
that was totally not what he�d intended to say, but he was hooked in, throat inconceivably
tight, by Ron�s vivid descriptions.

Ron was on him then, a panting mess of kisses, his hands
wandering freely over the fully clothed body of his Professor, desperately
kissing what bare skin he could find and gripping what was covered with
bruising strength.

Severus lost himself in the scorching touches and accepted
every kiss that Ron bestowed upon him.

�Ron,� he gasped, as his head was tilted back and the
redhead kissed down the side of his throat, a reversal of their usual
positions. A rip of lust took up in his groin when he felt teeth nibbling at
his skin. �No, Ron, stop, right now� I��

�What? Why can�t you let me do this? I�m not allowed to kiss you?�

�No, I just� we weren�t finished� ah,� he hissed and rolled
his hips forward against Ron�s body. �We need to talk.�

�We can talk afterwards�� Ron�s choice words made his intentions crystal clear
and Severus tried to fight what was building within him.

And that was the need to show Ron just how dangerous he
could be in the only way he truly could.

Severus fought it for as long as possible, but there was no
stopping it when Ron insistently razed the flesh of his neck, and massaged
Severus� body sensually with his hands.

�Enough!� Severus� cold shout cut through the muggy
atmosphere like a knife and he grabbed for Ron, forcing every bit of his
strength into holding the redhead still. �You are foolish. You missed the
message in what you had tattooed on your back �that Fire Imp is meant to
control the impulsive, raging natures of those like him, yet he obviously has
no hold over you.�

Ron had stilled in his arms, and watched with alert blue
eyes, still clouded with the lust propelled into them by his most recent
actions. The back of his neck crept as one of Severus� hands ghosted up over
his tattoo and then without further warning, snapped hold of his hair and
tugged his head backwards, exposing his throat.

�This doesn�t have to be erotic,� Severus hissed
dangerously. �There is a damned good reason why people are scared of my kind,
Weasley, and you are the abnormality in that you refuse to be. Maybe this will
show you why.�

Shaking with the gravity of his actions, Severus made sure
he had a tight hold on the thick auburn hair and let his eyes flash angrily at
the redhead. �It�s not so sexy now, is it? It�s not such a fun game. I can feel
your heart pounding away, so don�t you dare lie to me that you aren�t scared.�

Ron swallowed, and he realised that Severus was right; fear
was trickling through his intravenous system like someone had injected him with
it. Alongside it ran icy cold and he couldn�t help his little shiver, which
turned into a complete shudder when he saw Severus smile, and for the first
time actually noticed his fangs. Severus had never shown them to him before and
it was very clear to Ron that he was being intimidated.

And he was in no position to refuse such intimidation,
unlike that first night where he had held all the cards in their dangerous
game.

�You are a fool, and you need to know why,� Severus spat.
�And I hope this will teach you some fucking sense.�

And then his head was bent, and Ron heard his scream of
fright before he realised it had left his mouth. The fangs pierced and for the
first time it was painful. True fear blossomed in his chest as he felt stirring
in his groin, and he was suddenly struck by a thought which nearly made his
heart stop.

He told me it only
hurts when they intend to kill or turn. Oh my fucking God.

But then Ron felt the heavy heat of his erection against
him, and it was clear that he was still sexually stimulated by the way Severus
was sucking him.

Am I meant to? Or am I
really just so sick I�d get my jollies from being killed? Oh fuck.

�S-Severus, please stop�� he begged, surely too quietly to
be heard.

Heard or not, the raven haired man did not detach from his
neck and Ron cried out again, hating the way a hand suddenly wrapped around his
dick and stroked.

�No, no please stop��

Severus let go of the erection he had tentatively picked up,
but he did not stop sucking. The blood flowed through his mouth with vibrancy
and there was no way in hell he was stopping yet. He had never wanted to have
to resort to such a vivid tutorial in fear, but it seemed his Fire Imp needed
it, or he would never understand the true danger he placed his life within.
And, if such an act shattered all of Ron�s trust in Severus, it would be much
easier for both of them to move on.

�Oh God, I can�t� I�m going to�� Ron had no room to move his
head, but his hips he could roll and he did, desperately searching out friction
with which to bring his release.

Coherent thought had packed its bags and left when Severus
had removed his hand. Ron could never remember being so torn �he had asked for
the hand to leave and yet when it obeyed, he wanted it back so much his skin
burned for the contact. And now he needed
to rub against Severus, or anything, to get off.

Severus sensed his desperation and granted him his wish, still
sucking the blood, so much more than he had ever chanced to take from Ron�s
neck before. It fortified his own arteries as it absorbed into his body,
bringing him strength unrivalled, that no other donor had ever given him
before. For all the grief he had insinuated to Ron about the Invitation, as he
stood and listened to the desperate whimpering of the redhead, and felt his own
reaction, Severus knew there had to be something more to their union.

All of those thoughts were chased from his mind very suddenly.
Ron�s screaming stepped up in his arms and from the frantic thrusts against his
body, Severus knew he was approaching climax. Still drinking, Severus did not
plan to give him any reprieve when he had reached it. But Ron�s colouring took
a sudden lurch and he bleached a dangerous shade of white, and Severus� eyes
flew wide when he realised what was happening.

No, God no, I�ve not
drunk that much!

Ron let out final mewl and shuddered, his spine arching as
he climaxed in long pulses all over Severus� robes, mewl rising to a sordid
scream. Undecipherable, panted words left his lips before he sagged like a
stupidly tall rag doll in Severus� arms.

Severus steeled himself to detach but did not manage to do
so with his usual grace and precision in his fear. With horror he saw that he
had sucked long and hard enough to leave markings on his partner, and even more
horribly, a trickle of blood oozed out of the left puncture hole.
And Ron was still limp in his arms.

Oh God I just meant to
drink, and scare, I didn�t mean to kill him. Oh sweet Godric what have I done?

He fruitlessly shook Ron in his arms and listened hard for a
response, but there was none. But there was a definite fluttering of a
heartbeat in the pale chest. Severus swept the limp body up in his arms and
strode to the bed. He placed Ron on it, his limbs falling gracefully with his
flaccidity. Fumbling fingers could not find the blood restorative in Severus�
robes quick enough and he was growling at himself by the time he managed to
uncork the vial. He jumped onto the bed, landing on his knees, and opened Ron�s
mouth, working a hand beneath the red hair to lengthen his neck and prop the
head up slightly so he would not choke his lover.

And then he tipped the whole vial of concentrate down, knowing
it could do no damage if the dose were too much, but he was sickened to
acknowledge that it might not actually be enough.
He cast the vial aside and rubbed Ron�s throat gently, helping the liquid to
move with the moving muscles.

Still shocked at what he had inadvertently done, all in the
name of a lesson, Severus got off the bed and bellowed into the room
desperately, his rage and fury with himself coming to the fore. He had never come so close to killing a human. The
older vampires he had met had always told him it was nothing, that it was in
his nature now to kill and he should not regard it as anything more than one
would regard swatting an irksome fly against a window pane.

But Severus could not, would not think wasting of human
lives in such a blithe, disgusting manner. Innocent people could not die purely
because of a curse bestowed upon him �that was such an injustice, even though a
great injustice had been done to him.

I cannot desert him
now. No. In trying to drive him from me I have only driven us closer together
by my need to protect. I have hurt him and now he is mine� oh sweet Jesus I am
a classic fool.

Defeated, Severus turned back to the magnificent bed, and
thought what an utter travesty it was that it had to be used for such a morbid occasion,
rather than the lusty one it had expected. He stripped off his soiled robes and
cast them onto the floor, stepping out of his trousers and socks as well. He
levitated Ron with his wand and pulled back the sumptuous covers. He lowered
the limp body back down, and crawled in along side Ron, covering them up. And
then Severus dropped his wand, manoeuvring himself back against the pillows and
the headboard in a sitting position. He spread his legs and reached for Ron,
and pulled him into his embrace, so his head lolled back on Severus� now bare
shoulder.

�I am so sorry,� Severus whispered into Ron�s hair, even
though he knew there would be no answer yet. He must have drained the boy drastically
to have caused him to lose consciousness then and there. �I never intended this
to happen.� He picked up his wand to heal the puncture wounds, feeling ill.

***

When Ron did eventually come to, two hours later, he groaned
and stretched out. He felt his skin slide over the silk sheets and realised he
was in the bed. But then where�s Severus?

�I�m here,� there was a soft, strangled note in that voice
and Ron opened his eyes immediately to find out what was wrong.

The room swum and he groaned, closing them again.

�Just stay very still,� Severus whispered in his ear. �I�ve got you.�

Ron groaned in response and thought back over what he could
remember. His eyes flew open again.

�Sev�� he croaked, not managing the full name. �What�?�

�I made a mistake,� Ron hated the way that voice was so full of sorrow.

�Everything�s alright, Sev� I�m� fine.�

�No thanks to me.�

�I was scared of you,� Ron whispered. �It worked.�

�It nearly killed you.�

�But it didn�t.�

It took a lot of groaning, but Ron managed to turn to face
Severus in the bed, though his head pounded and he felt stupidly weak. �I
shouldn�t have� taunted you by taking my clothes off. I�m s-sorry.�

�Don�t you dare apologise,� Severus hissed. �I am at fault,
Ron, and I am so, so sorry. I promised I would never hurt you� and��

Ron�s mouth fell open in weak protestation as the raven
haired man hung his head and closed his eyes, mouth drawn tightly, biting on
his own lips to attempt to keep his sobs in. His hair fell forward to shield
his face and Ron, had he been more awake and coherent, would have marvelled at
how striking Severus looked.

�I know now.� Ron whispered softly. ��I know what this is, how dangerous it is. And
you� terrified me, Severus� even though I still came. It wasn�t the thought of
dying, or changing� it was the� difference in you. That scared me��

�This has to stop� but it can�t now,� Severus� eyes betrayed him in releasing a
wave of tears.

Ron waited for him to explain.

�I have just driven myself to protect you, to save you�and
that will invoke more magic, more lore. We are crossed now. Whatever happens,
we will have sex, and we will love one another eventually. Or, I will love
you.�

�Love�s a b-big word,� a wave of tiredness washed over Ron
and he fought it, struggling to keep his hold on consciousness. �But I�m sure w-we�ll
get there� �ventually.�

�All I wanted to do was scare you,� Severus beseeched him.
�I didn�t want to kill you, please believe me.�

�I do,� Ron assured him, as he rested his head on Severus�
shoulder. �But you need to� believe your�.�

The word �self� was wispy and Ron fell asleep half way
through it. Severus put a hand to the red hair and swallowed hard, silently
crying his tears of regret as the redhead slept on his shoulder.

He stroked the fiery tresses softly.

I wish I had killed
someone before now just to take this pain away. It breaks my heart that you
were nearly the first.

He squeezed his eyes tightly together, trying to stem the
flow of hot tears dripping onto Ron�s hair. Now that Ron had woken up, his body
had begun to warm, and Severus relished the feeling of having his body so close
to another�s, so intimately, both of them naked except for their underwear.

He didn�t even ask
where his trousers went, Severus thought wryly. He had spelled them off when
he realised they could not have been comfortable to sleep in. And then he had
had a shameful moment where, confronted with seeing Ron almost completely naked
for the first time, Severus had feasted on the sight when the redhead was not
awake to comment.

I was right. He is
delicious. And he will be stunning in every situation I can put him in.

The tears had finally dried up and Severus sniffed slightly.
He shifted in the bed and Ron groaned, tightening his grip around Severus�
torso, and muttered in his sleep.

�What was that?� Severus whispered.

�Mine� my Sev�� Ron�s head nuzzled into his shoulder, and
gently kissed the skin there.
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