Stranger Things Have Happened

Rabastan Lestrange, Death eater, 26. Multi-verse marauder era indie rp account.

[darkstarofleo]

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[youngerlestrange]

He drew a sharp breath as Regulus bit down on his lip, shoving him back against the bookcase a little and moving his lips to Regulus' jaw, nip and sucking hard enough to leave marks. Marks that could get them into a lot of trouble if they were ever seen, but Rabastan knew a spell to get rid of them quickly, so they were in no danger. 

He ground his hips back against Regulus' deliberately, contrasting with Regulus' almost squirming motions. "Not desperate? Look at you, I've barely touched you and you're already frantic." He muttered, dragging his nails along his thigh over the fabric of his trousers. 

[darkstarofleo]

"It’s not against my will, clearly," He replied, teeth finding his lip and biting into it, chewing the flesh raw. He expected and anticipated being pulled up as soon as Rabastan approached his seat, bracing himself and steadying his shaking frame against his chest. For a second he fell back into the nervous, pampered heir that he was, words failing him as they reached his lips, before he quickly composed himself once more. As much as he anticipated what would happen it didn’t prepare him for the experience of being tightly held this close to someone, and nothing could have prepared him for it. His fingers curled into Rabastan’s shirt, at his shoulders, and when he inhaled he was suddenly aware of how close they were, torso’s pressed together. “Be the death eater you are,” He said quietly, hands quivering, “Show me.”

[youngerlestrange]

Rabastan chuckled low in his throat at Regulus' words, seeing that he was clearly enjoying this. Without warning he pushed him back against a bookcase hard, making sure to grind his hips against Regulus'. "You may be the honorable Black heir..." He murmured, his body pinning Regulus' against the bookcase, one hand gripping Regulus' shirt, as the other slid down to grasp Regulus' thigh. "But really, you're just a desperate whore like the rest of them," he said, finally letting his lips crush against Regulus', in the kiss they'd drawn out for their entire meeting, but the anticipation only made it better.

[darkstarofleo]

Regulus lifted his chin, staring up at him with the usual arrogant facade, the royal posture that held him and all Black’s above everyone else so haughtily. "Yet you keep hovering around waiting for me to make the first move. Do you want to be dominated by the Black heir, who’s so much younger than you? Do you want me to tie you up and take the lead?" He asked boldly, deciding he might as well use the silver pureblood tongue to a use. If Rabastan was going to embarrass and fluster him then he could do the same easily. “Did you tip-toe on eggshells around Andie, too?” He smiled slightly, “Prove it and maybe I’ll consider.”

[youngerlestrange]

His smirk fell a little. "There's a difference between dominance and taking someone against their will. I would have thought you'd thank me for not just assuming you'd want me," he almost growled. He stood from the chair, ignoring the boys taunts and strode over to where Regulus sat.

He looked down at him for a second before grabbing the boys shirt and pulling him up to stand. His face was close to Regulus' and he held his body against his, wrapping and arm around his back and studying Regulus' reaction. "Is this what you want?" He asked, in a harsh voice close to is ear. 

[darkstarofleo]

Regulus shook his head, still in complete disbelief that a line like that could make somebody want sex. As light-headed as he was the only thing he could manage when he thought about it was biting his tongue to stop from laughing again.  "Isn’t it cheating to ask?" He questioned, though his mind was already spinning o find the right answer; He’d never had to think about what got him into bed before, as so far nothing ever had. "Dominance I suppose, I’ve always appreciated a man who wasn’t afraid to show he was one." He mused aloud, tapping the edge of his glass. 

[youngerlestrange]

Rabastan shrugged lazily. "I wouldn't call it cheating exactly, resourceful more like. No point in wasting time and energy now is there?" He asked with a small smirk, tracing a finger around the edge of his glass. So dominance was his weakness, interesting. He raised an eyebrow, but pretended not to be phased. "I assure you, I can be very dominant." He hummed, looking at Regulus through dark eyes. 

He shifted forwards in his seat, leaning in closer to Regulus. "Is that what I'd have to do to get you to sleep with me? Show you I'm a man?" he asked, slightly amused. How could he even doubt it? "Or perhaps just get you a little more drunk so I can simply take you up against the bookcase?" He bit his lip, the images floating into his mind. 

[youngerlestrange]

Arranged meeting

[darkstarofleo]

Lara raised an eyebrow at him, resting her jaw against her palm and staring the man down. “You really think it’s a good idea to offend your bride and speak sarcastically during the first meeting?” She raised her chin, narrowing her eyes. His tone was definitely sarcastic. But she wasn’t some air-headed bird who would be looked down upon and treated as a dowry, and she wouldn’t be treated like one. "I don’t care what you do after the wedding, let yourself go, become an alcoholic, grow a beard, whatever you want to do, but if you continue to use tone’s with me beforehand I’ll have myself betrothed to a Rosier, or a Nott, instead." She said firmly, taking out her own cigarettes, resting in the side pocket hidden in the folds of her gown, and lighting one.

[youngerlestrange]

He held her gaze easily, not putting much weight on her threats. "I'm sorry love, I didn't mean to be sarcastic. Bad habits are hard to break I suppose." He smirked. Sarcasm came naturally to him, he barely even realized he was doing it now, but at least she wasn't one of these spineless girl who just accepted it. 

Seeing her take out her own cigarettes, he raised an eyebrow and slipped out his own case, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it with a flick of his wand. "If you suspect I'm going to be a bad husband, why agree to marry me in the first place? It seems like backwards logic to me. Why worry about what I'm like now, as long as I'm tolerable when we have to live together?" He raised his eyebrows mockingly. "I like the idea of a beard though." He said smugly, trailing his fingers over his chin. 

[darkstarofleo]

Regulus took the glass and sipped it again, raising his eyebrows at Rabastan’s speech. He tried his best to hold back the laughter, biting his lip and pressing a hand over his face, but it was honestly the worst pick up he’d ever heard and he couldn’t stop himself. He pressed his hand over his face, immediately going into a laughing fit.  "Has that terrible speech ever worked on anyone!?" He demanded, unable to stop the grin forming on his face.

[youngerlestrange]

He grinned, glad he'd made him laugh, his pride not hurt to badly. "You'd be surprised," He said honestly. You could pick up anyone with a line like that if they were drunk enough. "I'm trying to figure out what works on you alright? It's a process of trial and error. I'll work it out eventually, don't worry," He assured him falling back into his seat, careful not to spill his drink. "What does work on you? What do you find attractive in people?" he asked genuinely curious.

[youngerlestrange]

Arranged meeting

[darkstarofleo]

She looked at Rabastan with slight curiosity, “Why, are you excited?”  The chair seemed a lot harder and more distracting than usual, the air warmer and harder to breathe, and even the light was strangely blinding; Perhaps it was the way her nerves pulled her just a bit closer to reality, and out of her own world, where usually things were just things, and she wouldn’t care if it was too bright or too humid; But stress had a way of changing the playing field. Lara wondered if the Lestrange was feeling it too.  She passed off the compliment dryly, with a dismissive shrug, staring off to the side and chewing her lip. “I don’t mind, really. Otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed to the betrothal. Your family isn’t the first to offer, you know.” She informed him, with no bitterness, or spite, only realistic fact.

[youngerlestrange]

He tilted his head to the side slightly and smiled a little sarcastically. "I wouldn't say excited exactly." He felt his cigarette case in his inside pocket, and suddenly felt the dire need to smoke, but knew it would be rude. She was probably one of these people that hated smokers, and there was no point getting on her bad side just yet. He sighed quietly, getting more comfortable in the chair. Did they deliberately make them uncomfortable?

He smiled a little at her uppity nature. "I know, which is why I'm oh so honored you accepted our offer." He agreed civilly. "But don't let your head get too big now, I'm sure it's not you they all wanted to marry, just your title and money." he smiled as if he'd just said something complimentary and perfectly polite. 

[darkstarofleo]

Regulus narrowed his eyes at him incredulously, “Telling me I act like a child and then insinuating that you’re going to try and get me to kiss me by intoxicating me doesn’t help yours.” He retorted, equally as annoyed, though his was skilled at controlling his temper and voice level due to what his parents would do to him if he wasn’t. "Pour me another glass and we’ll see, though if you want me to make the first move I wouldn’t recommend holding your breath." He said, smiling slightly.

[youngerlestrange]

Rabastan chuckled, giving in with trying to fight him. "You have an answer for everything don't you Black?" He sighed, standing from his chair to pour them both a new drink. "Well, we'll see." He shot over his shoulder, as he tipped the amber liquid into two glasses. "I'm a bit like alcohol you see, you've had a taste and now you want more to see what'll happen. To see how much you can have before you can't think straight." he smirked, sauntering back over to Regulus and offering him the glass, standing perhaps just a little closer than necessary.

[youngerlestrange]

Arranged meeting

[darkstarofleo]

Walburga and Orion had spent years arguing with Lara about fine pureblooded men and her aversion to marrying them. Every suitor who visited, every persistent male to bring up the topic of betrothals, they had all been turned away in a bitter mood.  It wasn’t so bad, she thought, to be married to a Lestrange. They were useful, from what she’d heard of them, and Rabastan had always been pleasant to her, so she didn’t resist this betrothal as she did all the others, instead accepting it as the best she would do.  At least he wasn’t her cousin, as her parents were. She chewed on her lip, opening the door and being shoved forward ungraciously by Walburga Black, who shut the door behind her victoriously.  Downstairs the families had gathered together to celebrate the new arrangement, but upstairs it was quiet.  "Have you waited long?" She asked, walking to one of the closely placed chairs and sitting down, smoothing her dress. 

[youngerlestrange]

He raised an eyebrow, amused at how she was practically pushed into the room by her mother. "Not long at all," he assured her, sitting down in the chair opposite, unbuttoning his jacket, and leaning back, attempting to look relaxed. He looked across at his future wife, heir to the Black family, and the fortune that would now pass to him and his children. Of course, it wasn't the life he would have chosen for himself, but if he was going to play a part in their game, he might as well win. 

"That's a beautiful dress, you look lovely," He complimented, remembering his manners and the hours his mother had spent drilling him on how to act properly around women. "If you don't mind me saying Miss Black, you don't look particularly thrilled to be here." He smirked, he didn't really care if she was happy or not, it wouldn't make a different in the end. Yet he wanted to make it clear from the start that he planned to be honest and not mislead her. 

[youngerlestrange]

Arranged meeting

Rabastan stood in the small room, where he'd been left by his mother, to wait for his betrothed. In all honesty she'd seemed much more excited about the event than he did. He paced along the furthermost wall calmly. What did it matter if this meeting went well or not, they'd still be married regardless. Apparently it was a good match, or so everyone said. He'd finally done it though, finally outdone his brother. His parents thought they were going to be hard pressed to find a better match for Rabastan after they'd married Rodolphus off to a Black, but this betrothal had put the icing on the cake. As Rabastan heard the door open he lifted his head looking up at the figure that stood in the doorway. He smiled politely. "Good afternoon Miss Black."

[darkstarofleo]

Regulus rolled his eyes, “Fine, then leave if you must. If I’m still a child to you just like I am to everyone else, then I don’t need the friendship.” He said bitterly, brushing his hair out of his face and staring at the side-table rather than Rabastan. "You didn’t try to kiss me, you pretended to try to kiss me. The rest I’ll let you have." He replied, studying his fingers rather than the elder male.  "You were the only person who’s ever really put effort into getting to know me, I thought you would be interested. My mistake." He replied, still put out, and ready to retreat to his room for the night.

[youngerlestrange]

"Your not a child!" He said, voice a little louder, his patience wearing thin. "But ten years is a big difference. You're right, you don't need my friendship." He looked at Regulus intently, despite him avoiding the eye contact. 

Rabastan rolled his eyes. "Fine! I'll stay, but you know, saying you're not a child and then acting like one doesn't really help you case." he gave Regulus a pointed glare and slumped back down in the chair. "So... how drunk do you think I'd have to get you before you tried to kiss me?" He asked with a smirk, tracing patterns slowly on the arm of the chair.