Bitemarks and Bloodstains | Rodolphus [M]

Everything about the moment was intoxicating, Joram couldn't contain himself as the deed was fininshing up hands were flying, he was touching everything he could in the process. Wanting to take in as much of Rodolphus as physically and visually possible, after all Joram couldn't let this night go to waste. The sounds of the evening were deafining by nature and with the go a head from Rod he couldn't find it in him to stop. He didn't want to. Rodolphus Lestrange was his kryptonite, and he would give up everything for him, and from the actions of the evening it was apparent that Jor too happened to find what it was Rod was weak for. Everything the both of them did was so gentle and very intense all in the same.

The hours seemed like minutes, but there was aboslutely no distaste between the both of them. Banter seemed so distant as things got even more heated than before. Sheets seemed to slip from their places, and the pillows had gone astray, it was a magical evening in their world of Wizardry, nothing could beat the adrenaline rush that was displayed. It wasn't a matter of who was better at what and there was definitely no ego to get to block the way. Joram didn't need to sweet talk Rod into bed as they were both so seemingly drunk, more so with the heat of the moment now than the alcohol. Even though the effect of the booze happened to wear off, he was high on intimacy and only desired more. Rod was not nearly as shy as Joram was, but once that was apparent Joram broke of his shell. He could be tougher with Rod, more violent and rough. The more scratches and bruises, the more blood the better for both of them.

Joram was able to deliver more than a female could handle, hair pulling and biting was eminent. Since his taste for blood had been eliminated it was easier to control his urges, and no one would have ever known better. Aside from how rough the encounter had become. It was amazing to say the least, and Joram, with his addictive personality only wanted more. Rod could sate his palate more than any other was able, not even Integra compaired to the Sex God of Hogwarts. It made him wonder why Integra chose him over Rod in the first place, of course they've both laid her, or maybe it was the fact that neither of them had to hold back with each other. It made it more special.

Truly able to say that he was in love with this boy, Joram smiled with little to no fatigue after time moved forward. Half collapsed on Rod's bed he looked over, his normally dull violet eyes were intense with desire as he watched Rod's chest rise and fall. Sweat rolling from his own brow, Joram relaxed onto the sheets as he tried to catch his breath from the sexcapades that only finished moments ago. The feel of Rod's fingers in his hair was undeniably sweet and it only made the desire between the two more obtainable.

Feeling Rod's breath on his skin sent a gratifying sense to the situation, it was real. Rodolphus was real, and the both worked their damnedest to please one another. The night was never one sided, yes Rod was more dominent by nature, but that didn't stop either of them from making it known they were there, with each other and for each other. It may not have seemed that way to any onlooker, but it was there in the heat and the air. Rolling his shoulder's back Joram looked over at Rod, lips meeting his forehead as he found his fingers toying with the silkiness of the black hair.

Both parties seemed to calm down enough to get their bearings. The moment of quiet was enough for anyone to lose their mind and Joram had enough about it. "You're rather amazing. My love." It was out in english before he had time to retract the statement. Cheeks flared up in a hue of pink, but to disguise his feelings would have been silly. Forcing Rod's chin up again, their lips touched softly.

Everything happened so quickly, the kiss, the pull away. Everything. Joram would jump right up and tell him they could go another round in an hour or two, but the hurt he felt when Rod pulled away was more than he could bear. Not letting it settle into the features of his face, Jor's head slammed against the wall ever so much. Muttering some unintelligible Italian he looked at Rod. That face, everything about him made Joram yearn to touch him, but one set of words threw Rodolphus off completely. Joram was quick to react.

He knew right off the bat that Rodolphus had no idea what he was feeling and it was just the alcohol talking and making them do stupid shit, right? Watching Rod think of what to say, Joram only narrowed his eyes, pants somewhere in the room, trying to figure out an escape route. He could feel the need to bolt from the room, but he couldn't. Joram needed to defuse the situation at hand. His heart strumming in his chest like a fine funeral march, but he needed to tell Rod how it was, even if he had to lie. The tension in the air was so tight that it was about to break, even after the lovely folds of lust that previously held the room.

Shooting his hand out quickly, Joram grabbed Rod by the wrist and pulled himself up out of the bed. "I'm not just some blonde bitch that you bedded, Rod." Sitting on Rod's thighs, Joram held onto one arm, and used his other to prop himself up over the Lestrange boy. "I, like you, am a man of values that I hold dear. You want to know what? I'm going to give it to you straight." Adjusting himself so he was mere inches away from Rodolphus' face, Joram smiled.

"You may be the biggest douche this school has seen, but I know you. Let's be honest, I know you better than your brother does and all he does is follow in your footsteps. He has no idea what it's like to be you, he will never know. I know you're not involved or interested, neither am I. It was just a simple phrase that managed to slip out after our explicit high." In moments Joram locked his ankles under Rod's knees. He knew what he was doing, he always did. If Rod really did enjoy it as much as it seemed like he did, there would be no letting go. Releasing Rod's arm, Joram grabbed him by the jaw and smiled. It wasn't the normal everyday grin, and no one aside from Rod had witnessed such a sneer.

With Rodolphus, Joram knew that he could take it further, he could trust him and he still did even after the hurtful words were exchanged, it only made him smile. "So, let's just keep this between you and I. You will never get it as good as I've got it, and the same goes the other way around. I will never hold this above you, and I will never cease my services to you, if you want me I'll be around, as for now. Just shut the hell up and stop questioning everything."

Everything inside Joram was boiling, lying like this was a less than desirable quality. In an instant the entire situation had done another one-eighty, defusing the air. Joram's eyes locked with Rod's as the nail happened to run the length of his neck. A shiver of delight ran through the Hufflepuff boy and he tried to urge Rod further a long. Teeth connected with the softness of Jor's lips and soon his mouth was covered again. Wanting more as Rod pulled away, and asked a silly question. Whether or not he wanted a say, the answer had to be yes. He didn't want to lose Rod over something stupid he's gone and said, so he nodded carefully.

Rod rolled over, and Joram's hand just rest on his chest, upset that it was over so soon. The knock echoed through the dorm room and purple eyes darted toward the door. Joram pushed the sheets from his legs, feet silently hitting the floor. Turning toward Rod he held his finger to his lips. Finding any old pair of pants that happened to be laying on the floor. Still a little dizzy from the night he stumbled and used a dresser for support. This wasn't supposed to happen, the instant they touched the door they should have been cursed. Joram had to come face to face with the fact, he was most definitely not a Giovanni, or maybe he forgot about the time limit of the spell. Either or, it wasn't working and Joram had to come up with a devious plot.

Grabbing the empty bottle of whiskey he threw it against the solid door. Not exactly realizing that the pants he was wearing were rather, large on the scrawny sixth year. "Go away you bloody Prats!" glass shattered and chimed to the floor as Joram yelled back. Picking up another pair of pants he threw them at Rod. Tiptoeing around the broken shards he laughed. Joram pulled open a drawer in almost silent fashion and threw on a clean shirt from whoever's dresser it happened to be. It was just a plain white undershirt, nothing too special. It smelt like Malfoy and Joram scrunched his nose.

Looking at Rodolphus before he made it to the door with barely a scratch on his feet, no never mind there was blood all over the floor. "Who wants in? We're having a party! And none of you are invited so bugger off somewhere else! " Jor leaned against the door and pounded his fist upon the surface. "I'm not going to let you uptight losers ruin this night anyways, there is so much alcohol you wouldn't even believe." A cackle later, Joram, all the while holding up the pants, moved to the unoccupied bed to find two bottles of liquor. Needing to play the part, blood smearing across the stone and handed Rod a half empty bottle of something or the other.

"But if you insist!" Holding a bottle of his own he tossed the cap behind him somewhere and with his wand kicked the record player into motion. Some horrific sound came out of it, but it was music nonetheless. In one sweeping motion, Joram aimed his wand at the door. "One! You best stand back! Two, I'm warning you prats! Three!!!!" The door swung open wide just as Joram's lips met the rim of the bottle. Upon the group, he could see a few familiar faces. All those that he catered to. Sadness filled him with the knowing that this night was over. "What? You never been to one of Joram's ragers? Silly Slytherin Students, Rod! Did you finish planning out the floor layout? Or have you been nursing that bottle?" He gave him an 'I panicked too' look and shrugged.