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My, you have a rather fine arse like this || Alecto + Open
Thatâs me. Always agreeable. Whyâre you so cheerful about this?
Because, love, I'm still one of the hottest people here, and I've got really rather impressive abs.
I'm so done with this being a guy thing.|| Alecto+Open
Amycus stopped short of the door. No way would he go outside trembling and shaking and pathetic. People out there could see him fall apart. Anyone who saw him like this wouldnât cross to the other side of the corridor when he glared. This was a weakness. He needed a minute. He couldnât, shouldnât, would not come across as anything less than in control and powerful. Even when the bottom of his stomach had just been cut out, even when he felt gutted and hopeless.Â
Staring at the door he forced himself to stand up straight, chin up. Grinding his teeth together he swiped at his eyes to get rid of any damning moisture, ashamed when he could feel tears springing up to replace the ones he wiped away. âJust get it the fuck togetherâ, he told himself as he took as deep a breath as he could before pressing himself back into his sisterâs side, managing to make it look more predatory than necessary.Â
"Letâs go, then." He said even though his voice lacked its usual flint.
Alecto looked up at her brother as he wiped away his tears and she tried, tried so hard to pretend it didn't break her heart to see him like this. This wasn't right, it wasn't right that he was hurting and she wasn't holding him, loving him, stroking his hair and promising that it was okay, she would take care of him. He wasn't her's to care for though. He didn't want to be hers. Everything within her ached and she bit her lip. The witch swallowed and let the pain slide away. It didn't matter what she felt. For now she would just focus on him, she would ease his pain.
Turning to face him she pushed his hands away from his face and cupped his cheeks, using her thumbs to wipe away the tears herself. Staring up for a moment too long the blonde felt her heart twist and she wanted to crumple to the ground as she let her arms fall to her sides.Â
"Hit me." The words were forceful as wrapped himself around her. Her eyes were no longer on him, but rather on the closed door. "Hit me. If I'm bleeding people will focus on that, not you. It will seem like you're helping me, not the other way around."
My, you have a rather fine arse like this || Alecto + Open
Fuck off, no I donât.Â
Well someone's in a good mood.
My, you have a rather fine arse like this || Alecto + Open
Yes, please.
I think it would only be fair if I got to see what's under your shirt too.
My, you have a rather fine arse like this || Alecto + Open
Fuck off, no I donât.Â
Glad to see you're in an agreeable mood.Â
My, you have a rather fine arse like this || Alecto + Open
Well, judging on you now thatâs hardly a fair comparison, is it? Though Iâm glad the attractionâs mutual.
Oh, Â if you like this then you should see what's under my shirt.
My, you have a rather fine arse like this || Alecto + Open
Tell me something I donât know, sugar.
If I'm not mistaken, you already know too much. Only you could have hair that blonde Skeeter.
My, you have a rather fine arse like this || Alecto + Open
Oh, Iâll say.
Oh, and not a bad chest either. Love, you're almost as hot as I normally am.
My, you have a rather fine arse like this || Alecto + Open
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Amycus let out a wounded, desperate noise, like a dog just kicked by the one person it trusted. No, no, he didnât want to keep his shut about that. Those words, her words. those were, those were so important and he could almost hear them playing in his head, drowning out the sound of his fathers voice and the whisper of his fathers hands and Alecto, Alecto calling him disgusting-
He scrunched in on himself even farther, breathing shallow and erratic. This wasnât how it was supposed to happen. None of this had followed the script in his head. He needed- he needed a lot of things, really. But mostly he needed Alecto to come back. Just cross the room and touch his hair and tell him it was going to be alright. Heâd only believe it from her lips.Â
He needed her and she was going to leave him here. Sheâd leave and heâd let her because he could never refuse Alecto anything, not really. But god, god heâd break without her.
This is why the wicked won't let go || Lecto + Rod
The shiver that passed through Alecto did not go unnoticed, and an accomplished smirk passed over Rodâs features. As Alecto spoke in that soft tone to him, Rodolphus eye sparked. He definitely wanted her, and he always got what he wanted. The thought of an enraged Amycus finding out flashed through his mind before he waved it away. At that moment, Â he didnât give a damn.
"If thereâs somewhere else youâd prefer to go, Iâd have no problem accompanying you there." His voice dropped low, and his hand slid slowly up her back over her dress. The fabric was soft under his fingers as they traveled towards the nape of her neck, brushing lightly against her skin.
Drawing yet another deep breath, and further emphasizing her pale breast Alecto responded to his touch. Some pert of her had expected this seduction to be a chore, but it was clearly becoming apparent that the desire would be mutual, and no challenge at all. It had been too long since Alecto had allowed anyone to pleasure her, to work her body and it was so full of tension that the mere prospect of having someone work her into releasing that tension had her leaning into his touch.Â
The place she wanted to go was not an option, too far away to even consider, further south. It was an establishment run by an elderly Slytherin Alum gentleman, and too anyone unknowing it was a bar, and really that's all it was, in conjunction with a hotel. The whole place had an air of sin, not the sweet kind, but the sort that was twisted, the sort that made the space between Alecto's long legs ache. She had tortured and fucked there more time then she could count, she had committed unspeakable wrongs and grown wet doing it. However they were not further south, and even if they were, she was not sure how Rodolphus would react to the place in her mind. "The Hog's head will do, I suppose. Unless you have other ideas." The hint of innuendo in her tone was unmistakeable.Â
This is why the wicked won't let go || Lecto + Rod
It was hard to keep his eyes off of her as she walked though he somehow managed not to stare. âHmm⊠Thatâs a tough one. As cliche as it sounds, Iâd say a snake. Youâre sleek and graceful, a dark beauty, but oh so dangerous," he whispered in her ear. He chuckled and and raised an eyebrow. "Wouldnât you agree?"
Rodolphus sensed the hostility emanating from her almost immediately after the mention of her brother. âI seeâŠâ It was obvious this was not a subject she wanted to take up, so he changed the topic. âIn that case, would you like to join me for a drink? I was thinking of heading over to the Hogâs Head or the Three Broomsticks for some Firewhiskey.â
His words were somehow soothing to her, they let her body relax ever so slightly and had the situation been different she might have leaned into him. Alecto told herself firmly that it was not in fact his voice, or the way he whispered that she liked, just the words themselves. They were a compliment in the highest regard. A snake was everything she strived to be, but the way he said dangerous, it made Alecto shiver, ever so slightly.Â
She was thankful for the change of topic, not wanting to allow thoughts of the sins to their belief her brother committed in that moment. Would he have run in  Fenwick, would he be in the arms of another? She swallowed at the thought, and stood taller, as if to compensate for n=how small she felt inside.
Alecto fancied neither of the pubs he named, one being far too dingy and dismal, the other too up beat and so often full of Gryffindoor trash. She nodded none the less, offering him a smile as real as she could manage, but too large a part of it was staged. "I suppose I could stand your company just a bit longer." She murmured, her voice soft, so soft it tempted any listening to lean closer in order to discern it, but did not demand the act.
This is why the wicked won't let go || Lecto + Rod
Her eyes caught his, and Rodolphus couldnât help the obscene thoughts that flashed through his mind as she breathed deeply. He found himself wondering what she tasted like, what her moans sounded like. His eyes got a strange glint to them and a smirk played on his lips as she spoke.Â
"Youâre certainly not a little lamb, and I wouldnât really use the word angel to describe you." No, angel definitely wasnât the word for Alecto. She had a way about her that was seductive, tempting, yet she was dangerous.  No, angel was not the word to describe this beautiful demon. He smiled back at her and continued to walk. "So what are you doing out here? I figured you and Amycus would be causing mayhem back in the castle."
A smirk danced on her lips as she turned, the sway in her hips as she moved anything but unintentional. It was no challenge for Alecto to tempt a man, and she knew that she was using him, but she did not know that she cared in the slightest. It was hardly as if she would break his heart, he wasn't the one she was out to harm. No, he was just a pawn, or he was supposed to be anyway.
"If I'm not a lamb, just what do you think I am?" She asked in a tone so soft, save for the edge of danger hidden within it. However her calculated maneuvers we're thrown off by the mention of her brother. Her fucking brother. Just the sound of his name twisted the knife buried in her spine, making it hard to think, hard to breath. "He's busy. Shagging some... whore." The word fit well enough, it was not a lie, nor was it a betrayal of her twin.
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His silence could only really mean one thing, it was worth it. It was fucking worth it.
Alecto closed her eyes for a moment trying so desperately to hold her min together. The witch's thoughts were over run with self hate and pure disgust, confusion, heartbreak. The list was endless and she didn't want to feel any of it. Her body was being ripped apart from the inside and she was helpless to stop it because to stop it she would have to stop loving Amycus and even now that wasn't possible, it wasn't comprehendible. Â
The witch slowly stepped back, her hands trembling as she tried to keep control of herself. She needed control, she had to have control. Alecto always had control. "I see. I'll keep your secret, as long as you keep your mouth shut about my... comment. It was a dumb thing to say." She had spoken the truth, he could have her, she needed him to want her, but never the less it was dumb.
This is why the wicked won't let go || Lecto + Rod
Rodolphus used the darkness to his advantage as he swiftly left the castle grounds and headed towards Hogsmeade. He had to get away from that godforsaken school before he murdered everyone in it. People needed to learn their goddamn place in this world and Rod knew that his was far above them. For them to even think they could speak to him, much less in the manner they had been lately, was absolutely ridiculous. It didnât matter though. Theyâd be getting whatâs coming to them soon enough.
Rod was dragged from his murderous thoughts when he saw a figure ahead of him. He smirked to himself. This might be the perfect time to let off some of his rage. His footsteps fell lighter upon the ground as he made his way up behind his soon-to-be victim. Though as he got closer, he noticed that it was a girl. A girl that was insanely gorgeous at that. It didnât take him long to figure out who it was after that. No one else could really pull off a dress like Alecto.
He called out to her, catching up to where she was. He smirked and gave a bow. âAlecto. Always a pleasure. Nice to see youâre back with us, love.â His eyes wandered over her body appreciatively. âWhat are you doing out so late? Itâs not safe for a beautiful young lady like yourself to be out at night alone.â Rodolphus knew better than anyone that Alecto was more than capable of protecting herself-he learned that the hard way when they had to duel in fifth year-but it didnât stop him from teasing her.
Her hand had been twitching towards her wand when she heard his voice, the lilt of it all too familiar, and Alecto felt almost disappointed. She knew all too well she needed release tonight, not the company of her brother's best mate, and at that moment it never occurred to her that the two might go hand in hand all too well. None the less she slowed her pace, turning to face the dark haired man who stood a little ways away, her face cool, eyes flicking over him as he bowed. She did not curtsy in return. Â Â Â
Never had Alecto noticed how handsome the man was, how his face was strong, angular, with cheekbones she might just be able to cut glass with. Pale blue eyes and lips a bit too sinful to belong to a man, oh yes, he was handsome. Quite the reputation too, she thought, both as a torturer and as a lover. She had never hunted with him, nor had she lain with him, Rodolphus belonged to Amycus, not to her after all. She had wondered about it from time to time, even pleasured herself to the thought of it but she had never dared, it would send her brother into a rage. A rage...Â
Her eyes latched to his as she drew in a deep breath, her chest pushing against the gown with the action. He had stumbled into her lap, and she doubted the man would deny her, not if she tempted him properly. It was the perfect sort of plan, the perfect and most twisted manner of revenge. If Amycus did not love her, he would not care. It would not matter.Â
"Rodolphus, I would say I'm suprised to see you but I have no reason to lie." She said, a smile tugging at her lips, painted crimson. "You've been aquatinted with me quite long enough to know that I have no interest in safe. Safe is for the little lambs and angels. Do I look like either to you?"
