A Change of Feeling

Blood, Lust, and Family

"R-Rabastan?" Harry asked uncertainly, searching the face of his older lover for signs of affection.

Harry looked at the angry face but found no sign of tenderness.

"Basty, I know what this looks like, but-"

"Tell me, Harry. Tell me what this looks like? Was it something like the fact that I found my boyfriend in the arms of another man? Was it that I saw your mouth being claimed by another man? Tell me, Harry, because I don't know what else this could look like," said Rabastan with an icy face.

"Jormy woke me up and told me that Voldemort was waiting for me, or as Jormy said, the man with the snake face. I came here to talk to him." Harry looked calmly at Rabastan, but still found a blank canvas, where there was normally a passionate man.

"Why didn't you wake me up? Was this some kind of secret rendezvous, was this a meeting between two lovers?"

At last, Harry could see an emotion on Rabastan's face, it was honest jealousy raging across his lover's face. Hesitantly, Harry put a hand on Rabastan's cheek. "I didn't want to wake you up because you were sleeping so sweetly and because I was already late. Jormy was an idiot once more and kept nagging about our copulation and sperm waste. I wanted to avoid a confrontation with your Lord by going to him as soon as possible."

Harry stopped and looked at Rabastan pleadingly. "Basty, darling, you know me by now. I wear my heart on my sleeve, do you really think I can lie to you so easily? That I have the most incredible night of my life and the next moment consciously snuggle up to Voldemort?"

Rabastan ran a hand through Harry's long dark locks and suddenly pulled back hard, exposing Harry's neck completely. Harry swallowed, and Rabastan saw the movement of his Adam's apple and leaned toward that part of Harry's neck. He licked from the hollow between his collarbones to his Adam's apple and gave him an open, mature kiss.

"Do you think I don't understand what's going on here?" Rabastan asked, his lips floating over Harry's lips, his fingers still firmly in Harry's hair.

Harry felt a hint of fear spread through him. "Basty? What do-"

"Harry," Rabastan hissed dangerously, "Be quiet."

"Harry, I am not a patient man. I am not a saint either, I have the necessary violent acts behind my name. Do you know what I am most of all, Harrrrry? " Rabastan growled as he rolled the r, from Harry's name.

"What then, Rabastan? What are you?" Harry asked breathlessly, his senses bursting, every sound or touch he felt ten times amplified.

"I am Rabastan Lestrange, son of Corvus Lestrange, and you, my sweet and naive Harry, you are my little raven. You belong with me, as I belong with you. You are mine in everything, except in name and blood."

Rabastan now began to lick Harry's lips and took his time. He carefully licked Harry's upper lip first and then carefully scraped his lower lip. Harry groaned and tried to search for Rabastan's lips with his lips, but the dark man still had his hair tight, preventing Harry from getting closer to his lips.

"Tsk, Tsk, impatient boy," said Rabastan drawled. "Tell me, Harry, do you really think I didn't realize what was going on?"

Harry desperately tried to shake his head, hoping to please the man. But Rabastan held his hair even tighter, leaving no room to maneuver. "Use your words, little raven," he whispered in Harry's ear, then nibbled his earlobe hard.

"Aahh! I don't know Basty! I hardly know what happened myself. One moment I was taunting Voldemort about his stupid names for his followers, and the next moment he suddenly took hold of my lips. It wasn't my fucking intention at all to get so intimate with him," Harry ranted, being besieged by love bits and teasing licks.