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Initiation	By : Dream Dre Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Initiation
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Warning : Non-con, and slash. Don�t like them, leave.

He fell hard on the steps,
his knees crashing to the ground, unable to support his weight any longer. His cheekbone crackedrplyrply on a step, his
mouth re-soaking itself in his own blood. He gagged for a brief moment, using
the better of his two arms to bring to bring his upper body up slowly. He spat on the steps, trying to clear his
mouth of the blood, but the coppery taste refused to be dislodged.

He
looked up the long flight of stairs, watching them blur in and out of his
vision as though he was being spun around crazily, and felt his stomach begin
to heave. He shook his head faintly,
trying to clear his long black bangs, which were plastered to his forehead, out
of the way.

There
was no way he was going to able to make it.
He rested his forehead back on ste step, feeling the discomfort of his
body molding to fit the design of the steps. He shut his eyes, not caring about anything
but doing something to make the burning pain that was continually
assaulting his body to go away.

His
parents wouldn�t be home for hours, he would be able to pull himself together
by then. But now, he just needed to
rest. He was lucky he had even made it
home, and there was no one here to see his weakness now.

He
had just fallen into a fitful sleep when he heard the front door bang
open. His dark eyes flashed open as he
stumbled to his feet, feeling a sting flash through his face as his skin
separated from the wood of the step. His
legs shook unsteadily underneath him, as he waited, feeling sluggish as he
wondered why his parents were home now.

�Regulus!� he heard a half desperate yell from the
kitchen.

He
swayed unsteadily on the steps as a wave of relief crashed heavily over his
heart. He stumbled for the banister
rail. The
volume didn�t matter; a second later, a tall, thin figure came rushing into the
room, black robes swishing across the ground.

�Regulus,� he whispered, tension obviously leaving the other�s
voice as he worked on pulling off his Death Eater mask and hurried across the
room.

�Sev-� Regulus started to answer
in return, but another sudden feeling of nausea hit him, sending him crashing
to the ground again.

an>Severus saw this instantly, and in a smooth and graceful
movement he caught the shorter boy, pushing his hair out of his face.

�Gods,
you�re burning up.� Severus hissed,
worry flashing in his dark eyes, followed by annoyance. �Why didn�t you clean up and get out of those
dirty robes, you great prat?� he growled, as he
hoisted Regulus into his arms, and started up the
stars, his eyes taking in the bloodstain on the fine wood.

�Sorry,�
Regulus whispered lightly, not even trying to argue,
which disturbed Severus more than anything else.

He
didn�t say anything further as the young Black leaned his head against his
shoulder, shutting his eyes,
his breathing still coming harshly, as though it pained him.

�Which
one is your room?� Severus asked as he gazed down the
long hall of rooms after he rea the the top of the stairs.

�The third one on the right.� Regulus answered in
a hoarse voice, opening one eye to look at Severus.

Severus looked back down at Regulus;
his pulse jumping slightly as his heart found it�s way
into his throat. He clenched his teeth,
ignoring his own feelings as he kicked at Regulus�s
door to get it open, unable to reach his own wand while holding his injured
lover.

The
door gave way after several attempts, revealing the dimly lit room. It didn�t look lived in; nothing
distinguished this room as Regulus�s compared to the
other rooms of the house.

He
took a few unsteady steps into the room, the weight of both of them becoming
difficult for him to manage. Carefully, Severus set Regulus on the bed
that rested in the middle of the room.

Regulus struggled to sit up an instant later,
alarmed by the fact that Severus had suddenly
disappeared.

�Severus?� he asked in a whimper, his eyes searching
frantically.

�It�s
all right love,� Severus said in an unusual tone for
him, as he rummaged through his young lover�s closet, looking for clean
robes. �I�m right here, try to sleep.�

Regulus gripped at the sheets, refusing to lie down as he
watched the other Death Eater�s motions.

mal> �Why
are you here?� Regulus
asked finally, his voice tired and weak.
�Won�t you get in trouble?�

he amended.

�I�m
sorry,� he whispered when Severus brought his hand
away, and Snape knew that he wasn�t apologizing for
his tears, but for what had happened early that night.

�It
wasn�t your fault.� Severus
answered softly, hugging Regulus fiercely again,
though carefully.

They
were silent for a few long moments, clutching at each other, unwilling to let
go in this unusually bold display of emotion.

�Come
on, let�s get you cleaned up, you look like shit.� Severus commented
as he pulled away from Regulus, brushing strands of
long black hair out of his face.

He
didn�t wait for consent, but picked Regulus up again,
throwing the clean clothes into Regulus�s lap as he
started for the private bathroom that adjoined Regulus�s
room.

He
could have, of course, just cast a spell, but he figured it would be better for
Regulus this way.
It would calm him down, and make him actually feel cleaner.

Severus worked impatiently for the next few minutes,
preparing a bath until he was sure it was perfect, and then turned back to Regulus.

He
kissed Regulus lightly on the forehead, who shut his eyes as Severus�s
fingers began to play with the buttons that remained on the ripped and stained
robes.

Within an instant he had Regulus in the warm water, blood, sweat and
tears beginning to wash off the younger�s
body.

Regulus relaxed slightly as Severus
sat down behind him, his body resting heavily on the elder�s.

�You
get an erection while we�re in here, and I�ll bloody kill you.� Regulus murmured,
sounding more like himself as he shut his eyes.

�I�ll
try and contain myself.� Severus answered, rolling his eyes as he reached for the
shampoo bottle.

The
two remained silent after that as Severus worked
slowly with great care to rid Regulus�s body of the
filth that it had acquired during the night. Even after he had finished, the
two remained pressed together, Regulus�s head resting
on Severus�s chest, his dark hair creating patterns
on the pale skin.

They
didn�t speak, maybe because they were afraid of what speech would lead to, but
mostly just because they didn�t need to.
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