The Search Is Over

Chapter 153

Chapter 153, Change Is A Coming

Kreacher woke in the evening with an odd feeling of relief. So deep was this feeling that he was actually happy for a reason he could not quite explain. "Kreacher is now certain that Magritte was quite right. He is glad not to remember," he told Regulus, unable to restrain the words that felt the need to be spoken to the one person with whom he shared everything. "Kreacher...thinks he perhaps had a dream, and that dream made him glad to have forgotten."

"Was it a nightmare," Regulus asked. Kreacher shook his head.

"Kreacher doesn't think so, but he cannot recall it so he cannot be certain."

Regulus nodded. "I think you're right. We're free of him and that's all that matters." He frowned. "I had a dream as well, that I also forgot. For some reason, though, I think perhaps Rabastan Lestrange was a large part of it."

"Hm," Kreacher said. For some reason, the feel of Master Regulus's body against his in their bed was suddenly far more interesting than forgotten dreams of the previous day. He had urges that must be satisfied before the two would be fit to rise for the evening and hunt down a meal. Kreacher's longing for Master Regulus went far deeper than his need for sustenance, after all. They were in the midst of satisfying mutual urges when a knock came at the bedroom door. Regulus made a soft, wordless sound of protest and Kreacher growled in frustration.

"What!"

"Mr. Griphook has come to call." The reserved voice that spoke through the closed bedroom door belonged to Stormy.

So intent was Kreacher on meeting his own needs that he found it difficult to process the other elf's words. He had to run them through his mind a few times before their meaning finally clicked into place. He arched under the feeling of Regulus's lips on his stomach, eyes closed as his body clamored for release. Regulus's hand stroked him and Kreacher groaned. His entire body burned for..."Should Stormy tell him that Kreacher and Regulus shall be down soon?"

Regulus's mouth closed around him and Kreacher nearly forgot how to speak for a moment. "Tell him whatever Stormy likes. Get out."

Regulus's tongue flicked over the head of Kreacher's erection before he murmured, "I don't think he was inside of the room, so therefore, he can't very well get out." Regulus followed up his lightly teasing observation by trailing tantalizing kisses across Kreacher's erection. Gods!

Tangling his hands in Regulus's hair, Kreacher lifted his face for an impassioned kiss before flipping Regulus onto his back. The two forgot about Griphook as they writhed together on the bed, Kreacher moving within Regulus as he stroked him to completion. When the more than necessary release swept over them, they lay together drifting in a haze for several silent minutes. Eventually Kreacher recalled that Stormy had come to the door, speaking of Griphook. He sighed. "Kreacher supposes we should see what Griphook wants. It's rather rude of him to call before we have had dinner, though," he grumbled.

"I doubt he was aware that we hadn't had dinner," Regulus said. Kreacher could hear the amused smile in his voice.

"Master Regulus is always too forgiving of the flaws of others who should know better," he observed peevishly.

"Sorry," Regulus laughed. Catching Kreacher up, he kissed him breathless...or he would've been breathless had he still needed to breathe. "We could always keep him waiting longer, if you like."

Kreacher's lips twitched, but he let out a regretful sigh. "Kreacher supposes we shouldn't," he decided reluctantly. The two got themselves dressed and headed downstairs to find Griphook having dinner with Kereston, Reynaldo and the twins. The spider sat on a chair piled high with pillows, holding a fork neatly in his left front leg. He was adorable and fastidious. Kreacher smiled, patting his soft furry back as he passed. At once the twins began talking over one another, eager to share what they'd been up to all day. Apparently they had a grand time learning warding spells from their grandparents. "We'll put them to the test soon, then," Kreacher said. "Hydra and Loughness can ward their rooms and if Kreacher can still break in, they shall need to practice harder." He and Regulus exchanged a smile as the twins excitedly took up the challenge, proclaiming how after dinner they'd do just that. As Kreacher and Regulus seated themselves at the head of the dining table, they exchanged greetings and pleasantries with Griphook and Kereston. Mortis left his spot on Regulus's shoulder to land on the table before the small plate which was set for him. Tonight Stormy had prepared stuffed crab and salad for dinner with a wedge of soft, flaky black bread on the side. Kreacher approved.