take me all the way [rabby]

[kai]

There was something about the way that she was being stared at that was bothering her. Merlin. Didn't people know it was rude to stare? She narrowed her eyes slightly as they picked up on the person who was staring at her. Her eyes flashed a most dangerous shade of black as she looked at them. They immediately cast their eyes in another direction and she was great full for that. The stupid lousy fucker. Normally she would have smirked as she noticed the man flinch at her sharp gaze, but she was in too much of a questionable mood for it to matter. There was little to be said about her mood at the moment, she was ready to kill first and ask questions later. Her eyes took another gander around the room before she chuckled softly and stood up. She had nothing else to do here today. She was done with work, she was done with people. She just wanted away. She wanted to have some time alone where people would not bother her every five minutes.

Bellatrix snarled slightly at the group of people before her, which brought the attention back to her. Waving her hand dismissively she let them carry on talking about the reports and whatever it was they were on about. It was another twenty minutes before she raised her hand to silence them once more. Just that action shut them up, it never took long for them to do that. She took a few seconds to get a coherent train of thought before she spoke, “Scrap the second mission, it's costing more time than we have available. Put it under pending and leave the case file in my office. Object #2343 needs to be worked on as soon as possible, I'm leaving the senior Unspeakables to deal with that. Anything else that needs orders given to?” she asked, her voice sounding rather bored by this time. When nothing else was mentioned she dismissed them back to work and told them she was heading out to lunch and not to bother her unless it was an emergency.

Slipping into her office she pulled her hood back from her face, after locking the door of course, and checked over her desk. There was nothing that she needed from here so with one quick action she pulled the hood over her head once more and stepped into the floo grate of her office. She hated the long way up, it was so boring, so many twists and turns. That's why she liked the fact that her office was the only one in the whole floor that had a floo hub. No one could get in this way, it was purely used for exits. But she was the only one allowed through it, the password was hers alone and she changed it every morning. She was slightly paranoid of course that someone would appear in her office and murder her.

Bellatrix was instantly spat out in the Autrium and stepping out of the grate she headed towards the publuc exit. She felt like a walk today. With a smirk behind her hood she pushed past people, she loved the fact that no one knew whether she was male or female when hidden in these robes. Being an unspeakable had its merits, and being the Head of them just made her life all the more interesting. She had unrestricted access to the Ministry, she could get anything she wanted done – no questions asked. Merlin, it was so easy it was wrong. With a small chuckle she walked on forward. Bella was not having a crazy day today, which was good, it meant that her workers weren't killed because they had bothered her, but it did mean that she was in a foul mood, one that not many people could bring her out of.

One of them would have been Rabastan, the other would have been Rodolphus if he wasn't being a moron. THe Dark Lord could instantly bring her out of any mood she was in and into the one he desired, of course, she was willing to change everything about herself if he asked, but she knew, she was well aware of the fact that he preferred her this way. He wanted her like this and there would be no way in hell that anyone would change her. Bellatrix Lestange was never forced to do something she didn't want to do. Marrying Rodolphus hadn't turned out as badly as she had thought. He was good for somethings after all. At the thoughts of the Dark Lord running around in her mind, her mood lifted, slightly, ever so slightly, but not enough for her to pause for a second as she rammed someone out of her way on her way out of the Ministry building.

[rab]

Crucio. Crucio. Crucio. Instantly the Longbottom's were rendered insane by their constant torture. If Rodolphus hadn't been there Rabastan might have been tempted to do more damage. To dance in their blood with Bellatrix by his side. Mmm. That would have been delicious. Though, he was no vampire he had taken quite a likening to the taste of blood over the years, he had found. He opened his chocolate brown eyes only reluctantly. He didn't exactly want to go to work, but he knew that he should show up at work at least once a week. Otherwise he might get in a bit of trouble and that would be more than a bit embarrassing to the death eater, indeed. He held enough influence and sway yet it wouldn't do not to show up at work every once in a while. Otherwise people would start to get suspicious. He was glad he wasn't tied down. Any significant other would have been instantly jealous of the relationship he had with Bella if they ever found out. He doubted it.

His brother hadn't even figured it out and it had been happening under his nose for years, the Death Eater thought with amusement. He couldn't believe that anyone could be so ignorant as to miss that for the years that it had been happening. Though, Rabastan surmised that perhaps Rodolphus didn't want to stare the ugly truth in the face. Who would want to admit that their wife was more attracted to their brother than them, even if they knew it? Likely no one and yet Rabastan thought that it was just Rod being Rodolphus. He could be quite the idiot, sometimes. He honestly didn't know how and and Bellatrix had gotten married. He knew if Bellatrix hadn't been thrust into the arranged marriage that he might be her side instead of Rodolphus. He would have treated her like the queen she was and not like a wife - like Rodolphus did. His brother could be so unromantic and unimaginative at times, it really rather disgusted him, if truth were to be told.

He should probably get out of bed, though, if he was going to manage getting to work on time. That generally was a good idea or so he surmised it would be. With a snort, the man got out of his bed, yawning mildly. It seemed way too early to be up, though, with two nights of insomnia he assumed this had altered his thinking significantly. With a small toss of his shoulders, he got of bed, stretching his long arms to the ceiling. He was quite glad that he was alone in the house. He hated it when his brother Rodolphus pitched fits over stupid things or when he tried to engage him in manly conversation. His brother was about as dull as a biography on Percy Weasley, and that lady and gents was quite boring. Quite boring, indeed. He wondered how Bella put up with that. He knew that he'd be hexing his brother front, line, and center if he ever had the misfortune of having to marry him.

Then again he was his sibling and a male so unless he believed in incest and was gay that wasn't bound to happen. Thankfully neither of them were gay or believed in incest. If Rodolphus ever tried that for shits and giggles, Rabastan would knock him out quicker than a bludger would a Quidditch player that wasn't paying attention. Though, he didn't think he needed to worry about that. Merlin his thoughts were scrambled and insane in the morning. Perhaps, this had everything to do with the fact that he had been in Azkaban once. That surely hadn't helped his health any mental or otherwise. Sighing, the younger of the Lestrange brothers shook these mundane not to mention disturbing thoughts from his head and turned his attention to getting ready for work.

Rabastan started by getting a shower, a quick shower, though. There was no need to spend too much time in the shower for he wasn't a woman with hair down to his waist. No, he had shoulder length locks that were easy to maintain. He was thankful for that, but that spent the bulk of his time in the shower. After getting cleaned up he quickly dressed in his boring work uniform, wishing he could just wear his lovely eccentric French suits or something a lot classier than what he had on at the moment. He brushed his teeth and sighed, checking the time. He didn't have time to shave. He hoped the ladies at work didn't mind hair. Because he felt like tonight was going to be a good time. At least he hoped so and he hoped there was an attractive lass or two to play around with because otherwise that day was going to be a drag. But most days in the Ministry were.

Sitting in the Ministry all day got Rab into a painfully irritable mood. Especially since he was working with all men. No lasses to be seen. No wonder people in the Ministry had no lives. They probably didn't know what a life would be if it slapped them painstakingly hard in the bloody face. Grumbling about his luck, Rabastan cursed as someone had the nerve to run straight into him. Honestly, people should pay attention to where they were going for Merlin's sake. He then looked down to see whom it was and he caught her 'round the waist so she wouldn't fall over. Not that she was weak enough to do so, but the impact of their collision had almost knocked him over, he could only imagine what it would do to her. "I'm sorry, Bella, didn't expect to see you here," he said in his usual charming tone that he reserved just for her. "What brings you here, love?" he asked in a smooth, seductive whisper that only she could hear, his lips curling into a devious grin.

[kai]

Bellatrix rarely watched where she was going, the uniform made sure that no one knew who she was, until she decided to transfigure her clothes, which she did after putting up a strong notice-me-not so she could do it without her cover being given up. So by the time that she rammed hard enough into someone to bounce back she was dressed in her regular corset dresses, black and red and silver trim. She had started adding colours to her clothing, but only blood reds, dark greens and purples which passed for black. She wore the usual shoes, her boots, they were so much more efficient to wear than heels. Heels got in the way when in a duel and one did not have time to take them off. Her boots were comfortable enough that she could duel for hours on end without having to worry about the state of her feet.

Now while Bellatrix did not usually care much for how she looked, after she had been brought back to life by her husband she had spent a bit more time over it, having more time in the day. Her hair was no longer a mess, her curls were all over the place but they weren't a tangled mess. She had undergone some rituals to make her skin go back to how it was before Azkaban, rich and full of life rather than pale and dead looking. She had a healthy glow about her other than the fact that she was painfully underweight due to her lack of appetite. Even then, she looked heaps better than she used too. She smiled softly to herself as she remembered what she had felt after she'd seen herself. Now while she wasn't vain, she could tell the difference. She was back to who she had been before Azkaban had taken its toll on her body. Rodolphus and Rabastan had not changed much after their time in there. They had not been as guilty as Bella had, they had not committed the same level of brutal and violent deaths as she had.

The dementors had ripped her mind apart in a most brutal way. They had left her a little cationic the first few days after the initial rush of her escape along with her husband and lover. But the next day she had retreated into herself for a while. It had been pathetic but she had pulled herself out of it within a week. The Dark Lord of course had not punished her, she had proved she was not crazy. She had killed Sirius Black a little while after that and she had enjoyed doing it. Her blasted cousin had the chance of a better life. Even if the bastard had been tossed into the prison a few days after Bella had. Sirius? Sirius meant little to her. Nothing even. By the time he was dead she had felt such relief, that part of her life was gone. The traitor of the Black name was dead, now it was only Andy, and she was get hers soon enough after the Ministry Battle.

Bellatrix groaned softly as she rammed into someone, their arm darting around her waist to keep her from falling as she bounced back hard. Fuck, she could have sworn she heard a crack. Bellatrix was prone to bruised or broken ribs because of the fact that she was severely underweight but with a quick silent and wandless diagnostic charm she found that nothing was broken. The easily broken ribs was the reason that she was currently preparing a potion to make sure that her ribs were not as easily killed. She was about to open her mouth to curse the person before her into oblivion for being such a stupid fucker who wasn't looking where they were going when she caught sight of who it was.

Merlin, Rabastan surely did know how to catch her attention. She smirked at him as he spoke. “It's perfectly fine. It seems to happen when you're around.” she replied her voice just as charming as his with a hint of sarcasm laced with them. Her hand was on his waist where it had landed when she had tried not to fall over from the force of the collision. At his whispered words she smiled at him, well aware that no one could hear then, that and she had just put up a silencing bubble around them. “I was heading out for lunch, but I have other plans in mind now. Care to join me in my office? I'm sure I can tell your supervisor you were helping me with a project.” she murmured, her voice seductive and a purr.

[rab]

Rabastan made sure he watched where he was going. Not because he was thoughtful or anything, simply because he didn't want any mudbloods or halfbreeds running into him. He rather detested such disgusting beings being in his presence. He couldn't even stand house-elves if truth were to be told because their squeaky voices and filthy clothes annoyed him. Honestly, couldn't one clean the clothing that their house-elves wore so they didn't look so disgusting and transfer some nasty disease upon the carpets? One would think that people would think of these things. Not to mention house-elves were always damaging themselves for disobedience. Clearly they weren't the most obedient of creatures, so why should people want them? Human servants were more fun to torture, he had to admit. He liked using people as punching bags, who wouldn't? It was amusing when one did so.

More amusing than kicking a one foot elf who injured itself anyway into a wall. Hadn't Bellatrix killed house-elves before? He thought so. That thought amused him greatly. Of course, they didn't count as humans but the magical wizarding creatures had to hate the woman for not only killing humans but other magical species. Then again, everyone was a critic. Honestly, there were some people that deserved to die, mudbloods and disobedient house-elves being some of the people that deserved it the most. Because in earnest, they were made for servitude. They may as well get used to it. Especially the latter. But it wouldn't hurt if the mudbloods would start to learn their place, too, instead of being all high and mighty and thinking that they were worthier than they really were.

It irritated him that anyone of that level should think that they were of a higher or same caliber as he! He was rich, pureblooded, and more handsome than they could ever wish to be. He was Rabastan Cygnus Lestrange - his very name demanded respect and yet people talked about him behind his back. He knew that he wasn't being paranoid. He had heard his name talked about in low whispers for they were afraid to insult him openly or to his face but they would do it in their obnoxious little groups and pretend that they were doing nothing wrong. He loved to sit in and listen to a few insults, throwing in a few diatribes of his own, before revealing whom he was. They always looked so embarrassed and so vexed that he had figured them out, but in all actuality they deserved it for being the idiots that they were. Honestly.

Speaking of idiots. He had enough of them! There were so many idiots working in the ministry that it made him ill. If they weren't careful they would lose themselves to the muggles and he wouldn't allow that to happen. He wouldn't let the Order reclaim what they had worked so hard to rebuild. He would rather go to Azkaban before he let that happen. Azkaban had rattled him, a bit, but not so much that he would change his ways. Like Bellatrix he was obsessed with following the Dark Lord's orders and executing them in every degree of the ledger. He, however, wasn't ever infatuated with Tom Riddle. Either he wasn't his type or he just didn't find men sexy. He thought it was a combination of both. He would have been a fool not to notice Bella's connection with the Dark Lord. It didn't mean that he had to like it.

Because Rabastan could see what Bella couldn't. That he was just using her. He wasn't in love with her and this bothered Rabastan. He couldn't understand why Riddle was in love with himself when there was a striking woman in his army that was so obsessed with him that she'd divorce Rodolphus in a heartbeat for him. Honestly, didn't that count for anything? Why was he obsessed with himself? Unlike Rabastan he wasn't attractive in the least and he didn't have any attractive features to obsess over in a mirror. But there was power, he had to admit, lot's of power. Power was an attractive thing. Perhaps, that's why he was obsessed with himself. Having as much power as Riddle had, well, Rab decided that he'd probably be full of himself, too.

"Yes, I've noticed that," Rabastan grinned. "But I can't say that I mind it. I enjoy it every time," he winked, quite glad that Rodolphus wasn't here to witness this. If he were, he knew that his older brother would have been furious at their banter, but he honestly didn't care. He had rotted in Azkaban, his life could do with a bit of fun. Rodolphus needed to interest and intrigue his wife if he expected her to be faithful. "Oh I would love to join you in your office," Rabastan purred right back at her, brown eyes glinting malevolently and mischievously. He thought he might know exactly what Bellatrix had on her mind and he wouldn't mind submitting to his darker side, at all. Even if it meant betraying his brother, but in all honesty Rodolphus brought this upon himself. He wasn't half the man that he used to be. Azkaban had changed Rod and for the worse.

[kai]

Bellatrix had indeed killed many a house-elf in her time, surely there was nothing that could stop her. They weren't human so that meant that there was no reason as to why the deserved to live. They were animals, they did not deserve forgiveness, compassion, love. Hell they didn't even deserve to be alive. So Bella had used them as target practise. Ordered them they were not to disappear, but that they could try to stop her, although they were not allowed to injure her. It had proved interesting, she had to admit that House-Elf magic was more attuned than wizardry and for that she had grown annoyed at the Elves – which obviously meant they died faster. Surely her mother should have noticed that the House-Elves never lasted long. While her aunt had enjoyed putting the heads up on display, Bella had merely cast spells on them. Some would be horribly disfigured even if they were still alive to work. Bellatrix had scared them into servitude.

It was how she worked. She scared the fuck out of anyone she wanted too. It made her life all the more easy, Bellatrix honestly did not want to work too hard to get what she wanted. She was cunning, sly. A perfect Slytherin. She was proud of what she was, who she had become and there would be nothing that could change her. Unless of course, the Dark Lord requested a change. Though she doubted it, she knew that he preferred her this way, the crazy bitch that she was worked well on his side. One always did need a fanatical bitch who could kill herself if it would save her Lord. Bellatrix was to put it mildly, in love with the Dark Lord, even though she was well aware that he would never return the affection. But it didn't bother her. He had done so much for her already and she was not about to risk anything.

Surely she was aware that she had been left to rot in Azkaban for fifteen years before she could have been saved. She had often wondered why she had not been saved. Those nights spent screaming endlessly as the dementors worked on her mind, tearing her apart from the inside out. Her mind would no longer be the same again, that was for sure and even though she had gone through some rituals to revert her appearance back to how it should be. There was nothing to be done about her sanity. It was broken beyond repair and she was only hanging on to the remainders by a thread. The Dark Lord could not fix her mind, no one could and she had given up hope of ever having normal thoughts. Sometimes she merely lost her train of thought, other times she simple went of in a rampage at whatever the current through process was. It was annoying. It bothered her, but she was learning to deal with it.

To be totally honest there was nothing she could have done about it now. To be honest she could not see herself as she once was. All that was left was this. She had become shadow of her former self, but this shadow? This shadow was viscous, twisted and demented in every way possible. Merlin, she just loved it when people screamed out in pain, screaming for her to stop the torture, but surely after a few minutes of torment they learnt that their cries only meant an increase in the pain they received. She was sick, surely, but she was perfectly okay with that. Bellatrix was an expert in torture, surely she had done it enough that she had some sort of a pattern, but no there was nothing like that. She liked to shake things up whenever possible.

She smiled softly at Rabastans grin, he did that often, whether he was around her or not. Rodolphus was a lousy husband in some senses, he failed to note the fact that Bellatrix was his wife rather than just a trophy, or the fact that she was not here to cook and clean his house for him. Merlin, Bellatrix had never cleaned or cooked in her life. Why would she bother when she had House-Elves at her disposal. In any case, his purred words brought a smirk to her lips, her features twisting to match the smirk. Bella pulled away from Rodolphus before waving a hand pushing the boundaries of her spell over them tighter and pulled up her hood motioning for him to do the same.

“Well come on then darling.” she murmured as she dropped the spells which revealed them to the world around them. Now he could pass for an unspeakable and that was exactly how she wanted it. Motioning him forward. It wasn't long before they were in her office, after she'd had to keep a hand on him at all times to make sure that he did not get pushed back by the layers of wards that had been placed here as soon as Lord Voldermort had taken over the Ministry. She took the wards down by her office with a wave of her hand before moving into the office and tugging him into the office, pushing his hood back and kicking the door closed at the same time. Her lips found his immediately and one of her hands went straight into his hair and her fingers gripped onto his hair, keeping him in place. She'd missed this. Honestly.

[rab]

Rabastan had never understood Bellatrixes hatred of animals. Surely, they were good for something? Without house-elves Bella would probably be expected to do all the cooking and cleaning herself. Which would amuse him immensely since that would be a disaster. While he was sure she probably could clean should she put her mind to it, he knew for a fact that she couldn't cook and to watch Rodolphus have to eat what she cooked would amuse him immensely. It would be hysterical. Though, he wouldn't put it past her to put arsenic in his food if she were the one that would have to cook it. He thought animals, if they suited their purposes shouldn't be killed. Although, he had a different outlook on mudbloods and halfbreeds. Their blood was tainted unlike hers and unlike his and thus they deserved to die for the abominations that they were. It was disgusting to think that people with no wizarding blood could walk around holding a wand. What had the wizarding world been thinking when they allowed that nonsense? Some idiotic idea like equality? It wouldn't have surprised him. Though it did make him wrinkle his nose in disdain.

There was no such thing as equality. Anyone who didn't recognize that was a pansy or a fool, likely both. There was never anything known as equality. Purebloods ruled and that's how it should have always been. Half-bloods and quarter bloods and mudbloods didn't deserve to live in the wizarding realm. They were magically weaker and therefore useless. He didn't really see the need for them to be in the wizarding world let alone exist in general. He had no problem carrying out the orders of their lord and carrying them out. Executions were the best part of his job, other than torturing and maiming. Some Death Eaters let themselves become so bestial that they would rape women and though he was a distinguished gentleman, the thing was he wasn't always so gentle. But he didn't brag about his conquests and he didn't stick around to see if it resulted in a bastard or not.

Unless, of course, if the other party was a pureblood. He might not stick around, but he'd be curious. He knew that he should just marry and have a proper heir or two, but who to marry? There really wasn't anyone who caught his fancy and besides he had too much fun having a good time to be thinking about tomorrow. He was Rabastan Lestrange, a legend, invincible, there would be time for conceiving heirs later or so he thought. He didn't like the idea of settling down with someone. He wouldn't just settle for anyone, either. They had to be beautiful, intelligent, have class, and a personality that caught him by surprise and impressed him. They couldn't be the regular run-of-the-mill pureblood princess that knew nothing of anything and tittered at the idea of a ball. He did like the balls that he attended, but that was besides the point. There was more to life than mere dancing.

Life was not a ball room, after all. Though, it would be much more entertaining if it were. So he could see some people epically fail at dancing and he could mock them for it. Not that it didn't occur at balls, but most purebloods knew how to dance. Though, there were exceptions, of course, and he scoffed at them all. Because it really was rather ludicrous if someone didn't know how to dance. It wasn't as if it was that hard, but he was naturally talented at such things. He supposed it would be hard if one didn't have an aptitude for such things. But trying wouldn't kill a body. Some of them could afford to try harder for they looked completely ridiculous as is. Then again some didn't care what their image was which stunned him because why would anyone want to have a bad image? Honestly, some people didn't think properly.

He hated idiots. They were nonsensical in every sense of the word. Not to mention they were a waste of space and time. So why should he have to deal with them? Well, he wouldn't if he had any say in the matter. That was for certain. He saw her tender smile and he couldn't help but laugh to himself. The idea of Bellatrix being sweet was a laughable one. She was vicious, twisted, and violent. There was nothing sweet about her. But he didn't mind a strong woman he actually preferred it to a weak damsel in distress sort of woman who didn't know up from down and was always relying on him to protect her. For while he would protect her, he didn't always want to be rescuing some pureblood princess from every harm that could come to her. That would be more than a bit ridiculous. Then again, that's exactly what some people were, he thought with disgust and a furrowed brow. He shoved that thought away lest she think he were displeased with her and wiped the look off his face into a more smooth and suave expression. That was what he was, after all. So much more charming than his idiot brother.

Yet Rodolphus thought he was so intelligent. Yes, if he were so brilliant, he'd know how to please his wife and this whole scenario? Well, it wouldn't be happening. "Of course, my lady," he purred, amused as she always took the first initiative or so it would seem. They were back in her oh so familiar office of Bellatrix Lestrange. She had tugged him into the office and he couldn't deny that he was more than a bit amused at this whole situation. He smiled into her lips meeting hers and he met hers in return, making the kiss much more deeper and passionate as he wound one arm around her waist to pull her closer. The other playing with the loose locks of her hair. He had always loved the feel of her hair beneath his fingers and she had never hexed him for it like he imagined she would do to Rodolphus if he even dared to touch her in such an intimate manner which was hysterical considering Rab wasn't her husband and Rod was. It was no wonder why she liked him better, he was the best of the two brother's if he could say so himself.

[kai]

Bellatrix Lestrange. That name induced fear into the hearts of those that heard it. She'd made a name for herself, like she'd planned. The best type of name, the one what had people shivering in fright and checking under their beds to make sure she was not there to hex their ankles or behind their door where she could crucio them until their minds turned sludge. That would be an interesting thought. She would have to try that out, she'd crucio'd until brained fried – prime example being the Longbottoms, but never until the victims brains turned to must. That could prove to be fun. She could always just search for a brain melting spell, but that did not sound as fun as doing it the old fashioned way? Surely there had to be something which could be done about this, sometimes she wanted to spice things up and would introduce a new spell into the mix. She tended to go on raids with both her husband and her brother, but never together. Never. Ever. Wouldn't dream on it. The last raid they'd gone on together, all three of them, they had ended up in Azkaban, That was not something she was willing to repeat. She needed her sanity, well what little she had left anyway.

Her life was full of raids and death and blood and sex. Not that she minded. As long as the deaths were not of Rabastan or Rodolphus she could not care less. That and her precious Dark Lord Voldemort. She did not know what she would do if he eased to be, even the thought caused something to break inside her. But since she knew it was near impossible to kill the Dark Lord, so she had little to worry about. Bellatrix was indestructible, well al least she tended to think she was. She was as fragile as she'd ever been the moment she had escaped Azkaban, but she had worked herself back up slowly. While Rodolphus and Bellatrix had always had a very sexual and violent relationship, neither of them were up for it until a few months after they had escaped. Bellatrix had been in no fit state to converse with her husband let alone fuck him. Same went for Rabastan actually. Neither of them had gotten their satisfaction, even if both of them worked at it in different ways. From Rodolphus it was pain, blood and sex. From Rabastan, there was some pain, not the same type though, but it was...calmer...more what one expected a marriage to be like.

Bella was not known as the best wife there was, but in all honesty she had not signed up to this. She had not wanted to get married at all. The fact was that she had been forced into this marriage with her husband, but there was something that had changed between them. From where the conversations had been scathing and insulting she had always been amused by his retorts. She had goaded him into the verbal arguments. But things had drastically changed the first time he had hit her. Physically. That had caused a spark to go off inside her and she had merely responded by punching him across the jaw and effectively snapping his jaw. It had only gone...downhill from there. They had gotten into such a domestic that they'd both been unable to walk the next morning, were bleeding from several stab wounds and were probably suffering from broken or fractured bones. She hadn't cared though. The sex had been amazing, sex coupled with the blood and the pain had just been a plus for her. Bella had cared little as to whether Rodolphus had actually enjoyed it or not. She didn't care about her husband. Not back then anyway, not a month after they had married.

There were no heirs to the Lestrange name, but they were young, there was still time. Both Bella and Rodolphus were more interested in their own things to bother with raising a child and while Bella really did feel the need to have an heir she wasn't putting to much thought into it. That and the fact that she was too busy having sex with Rodolphus and Rabastan to have time to dedicate to being pregnant. Expecting a child would be the world nine months of her life, she'd have to stop going out on raids, working...hell serving the Dark Lord physically would be put on hold. She would have to sit around and rest. Bellatrix was not able to do that, she was an active person. But she knew there would be a day where that would have to happen. The Dark Lord would want more pureblood children in the wizarding World. That much was known. Then again, Rodolphus did not seem in much of a hurry to produce his own heirs, so why was she worried? She wasn't that was just it. In any case, they had time. They had all the time in the world.

Bellatrix was sure to note that both brothers were completely different to each other yet they both had one thing that they had in common above all else. They both enjoyed to torture, they both enjoyed sex and most importantly they both enjoyed sex with Bellatrix. Rodolphus was more into the pain during sex, thought he had his moments where he could be...intimate, which Bella really didn't mind actually. She was after all getting the intimacy she required from Rabastan. He would never hurt her, that was a fact. And right now she had glamours up on the latest set of bruises from her husband. The glamours that she would never tear down, not even if her Lord asked her. The dark bruises on her hip in the shape of Rodolphus' hands were something she was proud of. The fact that she loved those bruises was sick, but this was Bellatrix Lestrange you were talking about. She loved pain and those bruises were like a trophy to her. Rodolphus's skin was not better off. Her nails tended to leave large deep groves on his back and chest and she had one bit so hard on his neck that he had passed out from the blood loss. Now that had been amusing to say the least. She'd had to patch him up of course. If he was gone, who else would hurt her like he did?

She hummed into the kiss, her fingers tightening on his hair, her other hand moving to push off his cloak as his own hand tangled in her hair. She pushed him back using her hips to push him against her desk. Her lips didn't leave his as her hand swiped out to knock everything off her desk, nothing broke of course but she'd have to fix it later. She'd had the mind to have permanent silencing charms in her office so nothing was heard outside, but still. It was a precaution she had to take. Bellatric and Rabastan tended to come in here more often than not. It was a place where no one else could get into without her express permission, no where else was private enough. His cloak fluttered to the ground and hers followed soon after, though whether she had pulled it off or him was lost to her. She pulled back from his lips only when air became necessary but that was short-lived as she crushed her lips to his again. It was obviously that Bellatrix was slightly more interested in the sex right now than all that came before it.

There was something to be said about his hand in her hair, she loved the feel of his fingers brushing against her dark locks, just as her hair tightened on his hair enough for it to smart a bit, but she really wasn't paying attention to that at the moment. Her free hand took no time in pushing his shirt off, stupid work uniform. Why the hell did he wear it in the first place? No one really cared what the workers wore any more. She ground her hips against his as her eyes glanced directly into his, sparkling dangerously and full of lust. “Missed me?” she asked, her voice a seductive purr laced with a moan as she ground her hips down against his slightly harder. Of course he had missed her, but the fact was, that she enjoyed when he told her. And he would, that was for sure. Still, her eyes were trailing over his naked chest hungrily as her hand roamed down the slightly defined muscles before her fingers tugged on the belt of his trousers.

[rab]

Rabastan Lestrange's reputation drove fear into people's hearts, it was true, but it seemed people were more frightened of a confrontation between Bellatrix or Rodolphus. Something that annoyed him immensely for he could be every bit as frightening as his brother (even more so in that case) or his sister-in-law and just as dangerous, as well. Even if he didn't seem that insane, he could be, if the situation called for it. He liked the taste of blood. He may not have been a vampire, but he could appreciate the taste. He had once bitten a woman so hard she bled and that had occurred on accident. Something he found terribly amusing even if she refused to sleep with him again. It hadn't been intentional, but apparently some people took those things terribly personally. He didn't have any clue as to why, he thought darkly, with a smirk. He in all actuality knew why someone would be offended, but it was fun to feign innocence. As if he couldn't possibly know why anyone should be offended by what he had done. It was amusing to see the looks on their faces when he did things like that, at least. They gave exasperated sighs, used every word in the book, or threw temper tantrums. He once had a woman come at him with a knife before he had hexed her into the ground. Well, not literally, but as close as one could come to literally doing that. It had excited him so much when she had done that though, he had so much adrenaline pumping through his veins that he had to go muggle hunting that night and so he had. Alone. Because Bellatrix had plans, plans he assumed that revolved around Rod and he didn't want to think about that if he didn't have to.

He knew perfectly well that Bellatix didn't like to share. It was the reason why he had to be careful as not to seduce someone that would talk openly about their sexual encounters to the whole world because that wouldn't do. No, it wouldn't do at all. Bella could be the most jealous of lovers which he found hypocritical since she was using both of the Lestrange brothers but he never pointed that out to her. He knew better than to provoke Bellatrix's temper which always bubbled underneath the surface like a dragon that had just been poked in the eye. He wasn't stupid enough to play with fire. He didn't exactly care to be burned. That wouldn't do wonders for his hair, clothing, or pretty face. It wouldn't do for his looks to be damaged by any hellion. He liked pain and he liked to bleed, but only if it wouldn't result in scars. He had far too many scars from the past for his liking.

Rabastan wasn't the world's best brother, he knew. Sneaking around behind his brother's back wasn't the nicest of things that he could do to Rod especially considering the miserable times that they all had back in Azkaban, but he could honestly care less. It wasn't his fault that Bellatrix liked him, too. She hadn't exactly had a choice in the fact that she was forced to marry Rodolphus, after all. He rolled his chocolate eyes at the mere thought of this. Why should he feel bad for Rodolphus? He remembered growing up that Rod was the preferred one of his mother. That she hadn't cared when Rod had pummeled him so hard that his nose had been fractured. One would think a mother should care about that sort of thing, but she hadn't. His father had thought it was hilarious, too. Thank Merlin Rab was talented enough at healing to fix his own nose and make it perfectly straight once more. He would have killed Rod if he had ruined his pretty face forever. His mother seemed to think that Rab was weak until the brothers had gotten into a fight and Rabastan actually managed to break his older brother's jaw. No one had been able to split the brothers up once they had gotten into that fight. That had been amusing to his father, but then his mother was squawking for the two boys to stop before they killed each other. Rabastan still thought her prime concern had been about precious Rod which induced another eye roll.

Rabastan knew he should probably get some legitimate heirs rather than the few illegitimate heirs he was sure he had running about somewhere. He was just glad that he hadn't run into any of the bastards yet, at least, knowingly. He would hate for some bastard to look him up and try to get him to play daddy. Because that would just muss up his routine entirely and that couldn't be done. Wouldn't be done. He wouldn't deal with some bastard child just because they wanted him, too. Unless, of course, he knew for a fact that they were pureblood and they were half as handsome as he. He knew he was vain, but hey, with a face like his, who wouldn't be? He was one attractive "old" man and he liked it that way. He knew that he would have just died if Azkaban had stolen all his beauty away.

He hadn't been too concerned when he had gone to Azkaban, at first. He knew that he could survive it, but times had been rough behind those bars. Times had been not been pleasurable and they had definitely been harder than he had thought they would be. But he had remained strong within the confines of those wretched bars. He refused to let the dementors take more than he could afford, he held on to every last visage of dignity and sanity he had left. He wouldn't let them tear that from him. He couldn't let them do that. For if he had, they would have won and no one won any control over him unless he allowed them to. He would never allow those creatures to have any sort of control over him, but thankfully they worked for the dark side now. So it was nothing he had to worry about and it was little wonder why. The Dark Lord had more victims for them than those Order maggots could ever manage for them.

This thought made him smirk slightly into their kiss and he heard her humming. Well, it had been a long time since he had heard Bellatrix hum like that. He quite liked it, to be honest. He didn't think that there was anyone quite like her. Which was nice, he had to admit. He hated women that mimicked other women just because they thought that's what men wanted. Bellatrix was certainly one of a kind. That didn't bother him. Individuality was a good thing, as long as it wasn't coming from someone that was impure. If it were a pureblood, individuality was a very good thing. There were far too many that tried to fit into the crowd. He liked it when people stood out. Not when they tried, for that was tacky, but when they stood out of their own volition because they refused to be like every other pureblooded lady out there.

He could tell that she wanted sex and she wanted it badly. That wasn't masked at all and it wasn't unusual for Bella to lack subtlety, she never seemed to have time to tinker with it, but he liked to be subtle. Usually when he wasn't around Bella for she seemed to tire of it if he used too much of it and he noticed that. Despite what women said, it was possible for a man to be observant. When they wanted to be, at least. She pulled away from his lips for a mere second and he knew that she had only done it because it had become necessary. He took a sharp inhalation of breath to prepare for her lips crashing down upon his once more and that happened soon enough. He couldn't help but notice that she was undressing him. Usually that would have irritated him, but he had learned to tolerate it from Bella. No one ever told her how to act, ever. If they wanted their head to remain, in tact, at least which he very much did. "Indeed, I did, love," he remarked, removing her corset slowly as if to torture her with it. "I would ask the same of you, but I think you've made that very obvious," he smirked, brown eyes dancing with mischief.

[kai]

Azkaban. That place was enough to stirke fear into the hearts of even those who thought they were brave. That prison. That hell-hole was the worse place to be in all of magical britain, hell probable in the whole world. It was just that fact, the fact of what was guarding that place made it worse. When Bella had first been placed in Azkaban, she had first felt the chill of the dementors, before the screaming had filled her mind. All that screaming. She hadn't even noticed when her own screaming had begun. And that was most of what she did. She screamed. And screamed. And screamed some more. When she didn't scream, that was the worst time, because she was so far into her own mind that her brain was not reacting to the visions. Now that was a problem in itself. When she had not been screaming she had been reliving her past. The worst parts of it. The parts where her mind could not pull itself out of. When her worst membories had been playedover and over and over until finally, the screaming had started again. The only part of her life these days that was even remotely human sounding. There was nothing else that she had done. Apart from sit there.

Bellatrix had tried to put that part of her life behind her, but it was impossible really. She had tried too hard in fact, to not let the memories affect her, but things slipped through. There were moments when Bellatrix was unable to realize where she was, those moments were few though, but when that happened she tended to just became catonic. Those moments had only happened after a majour raid, in which things had not gone to plan, or when she had been hit with one too many crucio's in succession. When it came to Crucio's, they dominated her life. They were thrown around so freely, so...often that it was expected to be hit by at least three a day. unless of course, she was having sex with Rodolphus, they used Crucio as a mean to recieve pleasure. More pleasure in fact that sex sometimes. Depending on your state of mind and how sane you were on that day.

So really, when people said that Bellatri was insane, they were correct in a state. Bellatrix was many things in fact, she had a temper that could rival a mothering dragon trying to protect her eggs. Hell, she could even get more viscious if necessary or pissed off enough. Bellatrix was also insanely jealous by nature. She hated sharing, absolutely refused to do it if it was in her power and in a way she had deluded her mind into thinking that Rabastan was not sleeping around with others. It could be a mechanism in her mind to protect her from that outburst. Bellatrix was on the fence when it came to Rodolphus and Rabastan. She wanted them both and refused to pick one from the other. So she was content enough to just keep things as they were, no matter who had a problem with it.

But if she were to catch Rabastan with someone else she would gladly hex his fucking balls off and feed them to him. That could be quite amusing to do actually. It could be done slowly so as to waste some time. It could be perfect. Merlin...was she actually thinking of this? In this state, she could not possibly do that to Rabastan, but if annoyed enough? It was plausible...probably... very likely actually. She would do it, and have no regrets later? Her mind pushed that thought away as soon as it came, there was probably a chance that she would regret it later. Who knew really, it all depended on how pissed off she was. Bellatrix could hold a grudge for years and people were well aware of this fact. It was something which she was proud of in a way, the fact that she never forgot, but then again there was a perfectly good reason for that. The fact that she was a master Occlumens had a big part in it and it was both the reason why her mind had been a mess in Azkaban.

Being proficiant in both Legilimancy and Occlumency had its drawbacks, it meant she could do both at the same time and her brain had not been able to handle that constant expulsion of thoughts as well as the probing that her mind had done. Under the effects of the Dementors she had not been in control of it, even if it had been the only thing she had done. Apart form the screaming of course. Bellatrix had come out the worst of the Lestranges after their long holiday in Azkaban spa and Resort, it had been a crap fifteen years of her life. She never wanted back in there again, but she knew for a fact, and she trusted in the Dark Lord's words that they would never be placed back in there. Never again would she do that. It had been too hard. Too painful.

So as Rabastan's fingers worked on her corset and spoke to her, words answering her question, the answer which brought a smile to her face even if her lips were still firmly pressed against his. Bellatrix knew that Rabastan always favoured some sort of foreplay, but Bellatrix did not have the patience for it. the only foreplay she allowed was when it included pain. The more pain the better and the longer she would let it go on. She did not like the caressing type of foreplay, she could not stomach that. So if Rabastan wanted some damn foreplay he would have to stab her or something. Hell, even a Crucio would be adored, her eyes would widen, she might even scream in pleasure if it was strong enough.

He was taking too long with her corset, but she understood the fact that he had a fondness for it, to make her suffer. She pulled back her lips from his and moved them to his neck, pausing only to answer his words. "Of course I missed you, darling." she murmured as her lips danced along the skin of his neck. He had suchsoft skin, it was strange on a man really, but she loved it on Rabastan. Rodolphus was the last thing on her mind at the moment, Rabastan was the one before her, undressing her. Not Rodolphus. With that fact firmly in her mind she tugged off his belt.