Come to the Dark Side, We Have Cookies || Rodolphus ||

His schedule had become more rigid since Bellatrix had moved out of the chateau and their divorce had been officially announced. He had twice as many appointments to keep and anything involving Aurora seemed of the utmost importance now, much more so than before. Rodolphus did not trust his ex-wife around their daughter, and while Aurora hadn’t been the child he had been expecting, he (now) loved her nonetheless and would personally see to ripping heaven and hell apart with his bare hands before he allowed anything to happen to her. Leaving his only child in the hands of just anyone while her mother would gladly kill her own offspring just to hurt Rodolphus was not something that he could allow. He was meticulous with determining who Aurora was with while he was at work, and where she would go when he had work to do for the Dark Lord. There was no excuse of being a single parent when Lord Voldemort commanded your expertise in lethal matters.

Every minute of Aurora’s day was planned out and perfectly executed, which meant that Rodolphus needed to develop more of a schedule for himself as well. This morning he awoke early before his little girl got up, and went for a run around the property. Mopsy helped Aurora get ready for her day as Rodolphus showered and dressed, then the two had breakfast together. Aurora’s day was filled was tutors and play dates under the watchful eye of a private guard Rodolphus had acquired. Rod’s day entailed boring meetings in which his subordinates spewed numbers and data detailing the ever-increasing net worth of Lestrange Industries, and an interesting lunch meeting with a business witch from India who was more than happy to take the large sum of money Rodolphus had offered her in exchange for her acquiring her company for his own. A busy schedule left little time for thinking on his divorce, but it was clearly a topic on most people’s minds as witches and wizards offered their condolences on his failed marriage and Rodolphus was forced to feign a crestfallen view of the situation, despite the relief that came with nearly being rid of Bellatrix for good.

Work was followed by play time at the chateau with Aurora, who had apparently been insisting all day that she and daddy were going to go have a tea party in the pool, despite the drizzle that lingered over Chesire for the past several days. Not one to often disappoint his princess, Rodolphus and Aurora played in the indoor pool, having a tea party for only a few minutes before the little brunette changed her mind and asked her daddy to conjure a seahorse for her to ride. Rodolphus lounged at the edge of the pool while Aurora played on a large, inflatable seahorse that moved about the water of its own accord. A few more games and a quick ride with her daddy on his top of the line broomstick, and before long Aurora was running off down the halls of her grandparents’ manor where she would be spending the night while Rodolphus saw to some ‘personal affairs’.

It was nearing eight when he appeared out of nowhere, a gentle ‘pop’ sounding his arrival and startling a family of rabbits that were milling about in Dorcas’ front garden. Roddy ran a hand through his hair as he unlatched the gate and let himself onto her property, making his way to her front door in just a few long strides. Pushing open the door, he announced himself in his usual manner by making a lude comment that set the tone for their evening. “Brilliant weather down here, I think I’ll fuck you in the back garden to start,” he called, hearing movement in the kitchen and heading in that direction only to be met with an unpleasant sight. Dorcas attempting to feed herself anything that required more preparation than opening a package was not likely to end well and judging by the smell of burnt something or other, this had been another failed endeavor. “I hear being naked makes you a better cook. Why don’t you try that and then bend over and put something in the oven for me. I don’t give a fuck what it is.” He smirked as he came up behind her, snaking his left hand around her waist and his right hand pulling the bottle from her grip to see what she was drinking. Cider. He rolled his eyes and gave his head a little shake at her dull choice of beverage, then sat the bottle on the counter. Nipping at her neck and using his now free hand to lightly squeeze her breasts, Rodolphus whispered “take off your clothes” into her ear.

He much preferred when she looked up at him from a position on her knees. Her large eyes as wide as her mouth. This position, with her back pressed against his chest and her chin turned upwards to look at him, was attractive as well, but Rodolphus had needs and expectations. The stresses of being a single father were already overtaking him. Dorcas has his release and she was looking up at him from the wrong position and opting instead for food. Rodolphus practically growled with annoyance as his demands for his mistress to shed her clothes were ignored and he was forced to ‘assist’ her in removing her jogging trousers. “Remove your pointless wards and I’ll have Ader come prepare you a meal fit for a queen,” he spoke softly, his breath warming the skin of her neck as his hand pulled the waistband of her trousers and knickers down so that her bum was exposed. He caressed it eagerly.

Why Dorcas insisted on refusing his offers to acquire her her own house elf was beyond Rodolphus, as was her deranged concept as cereal being a proper substitute for learning to cook for herself. Roddy didn’t know how to cook, nothing more than a few basics, but he had servants to do his cooking for him. That was the whole point of owning people; he didn’t need to know how to do the mundane and tedious tasks the less fortunate needed to survive. Dorcas, on the other hand, refused all manner of supports that Roddy offered to her: house elves, servants, a personal chef, even cooking lessons so she could feed herself without anyone else’s assistance had been refused. Oh, but she would let her mum come over and make her food. Somehow exploiting her mother’s skills was more suitable than paying a professional.

Dorcas loved to attempt to make him uncomfortable by asking him to do chores and things only people below his station would be caught doing. They had that in common, though, because Rodolphus loved trying to make Dorcas uneasy. He tormented her with little tidbits he had learned about her or her family from his tea dates with her mother. Simply having tea with the woman was annoying to Dorcas, which was why he kept at it, but then bringing up mentions of the stories he heard just to drive home the point that he could do whatever the fuck he wanted when it came to her life, that was a fun just for him.

If he would have taken the time to think about it, he could have possibly come to understanding that he and Dorcas had more in common than one would think at first blush. They enjoyed tormenting each other, and of course there was the physical pleasures they indulged each other in. Neither was big on verbal communication, and at times just being in each other’s company, sitting silently and doing their own tasks, was enjoyable. Had he ever cared to think it through, Rodolphus would have noticed that he enjoyed Dorcas for more than just the raunchy sex, but there was no reason to think on it. At least not while he had been married.

Now that he was single, even if the divorce wasn’t official just yet, he could afford to think about those sorts of things. He was an eligible bachelor. Handsome. Wealthy. Powerful. There was no shortage of women who would quite literally throw themselves at him just for the chance that he would entertain them for a single date. There were criteria that would need to be met, however. It was a given that they would need to be physically attractive; Roddy liked petite women with an ample backside and preferably blonde. No family could match the greatness that was the Lestranges but he wouldn’t be caught dead dating anyone from a pauper’s family. Pureblood was a given, and preferably one of the sacred twenty-eight, though he wasn’t planning to wed any time soon so there was no need to be stringent on that particular requirement just yet. But pureblood wasn’t enough on its own, his girlfriends would need to share his political views, particularly those about blood purity. He had always assumed that Dorcas followed her parents’ misguided believes that muggleborns were as good as purebloods. As the pair spent more time together, and most notably after Rodolphus’ secret was made known in the middle of the night as he attempted to sneak away to meet Lord Voldemort, he was intrigued to discover that Dorcas might not have been the bloodtraitor everyone assumed her to be.

With her bare arse tempting him, Rodolphus caressed her plump bum and gave it a good whack as Dorcas spoke. “Like burning eggs?” he said, his eyebrows raising in a challenging manner. “Hurry up. Fix yourself something so I can make you sing for all the neighbors to hear.” There were no neighbors, not any ones close enough to hear Dorcas’ pleasure moans anyway. She lived in the country and despite her cottage being surrounded by large stretches of land, she hardly owned any of it, unlike Rodolphus who’s neighbors were no where to be seen as he owned hundreds of acres of property surrounding his chateau.

It looked like her appetite was winning out over his desires and that annoyed him, but not enough for him to leave to find some other witch to bend over a table and have his way with. He pouted a little as she pulled up her pants and made a guttural whining noise to drive home the point that he was disappointed. “No.” She hadn’t scolded him and demanded he leave though, which was a good sign that he was getting laid tonight, not that there was much of a question. Most nights when they were together, she gave herself up to him. There were a few times where they’d gotten preoccupied with other things, mostly when they were too exhausted from whatever their work day had consisted of but sometimes Dorcas insisted they watch some movie on the muggle telly beforehand and then would fall asleep on his lap before the credits rolled. Rarely, but often enough that he knew when to expect it, he would come over just to hold her and feed her. She always went mental on Valentine’s day and by the time he came round to visit her she was a complete mess. This year had been no different. Next year would be more of the same.

He came up behind her again as she opened a cupboard to retrieve a bowl, but instead of attempting to violate her again, he reached over her and grabbed a glass from a higher shelf. There was little functional organization to her cupboards back when she lived in her minuscule flat in London, but after moving to Wales Roddy noticed that the glasses he would use for his drinks were kept on a higher shelf than the dishes Dorcas regularly used. She couldn’t reach the higher shelves without a step stool or a wand, but he could. Grabbing a glass and moving to another cupboard, Rodolphus pulled a bottle of scotch out and fixed himself a drink. Leaving the bottle on the counter, Rodolphus took his glass and began looking around the kitchen. Not finding what he was after, he moved into the lounge, then into the sitting room she used as an office. It was a sad space for an office, certainly not fit for Britain’s finest, but where else could she do her work in this little shack? He returned a few minutes later with the Daily Prophet, his eyes already scanning the words on the front page as he set his drink on the table and pulled out a chair for himself.

His hand had only just left the back of the chair, preparing to come around and sit down, when Dorcas, the petite little snake that she was, slide into the seat. She praised his gentlemanly ways. Without missing a beat, Rodolphus stepped around the chair and sat in the same spot as he had intended to; right on Dorcas. He wiggled around on her lap for a moment, then spoke as if she wasn’t in the room. “For fuck’s sake, Meadowes, these chairs are the worst. I’ll buy you a new set after we're done.”

Feeling that his muscular build would probably smother her tiny frame if he stayed there too long, and definitely not wanting to lose his favorite toy, Rodolphus switched seats to the chair kitty-corner from his original place at the table. Giving the newspaper a sharp snap, he opened it up and flipped to the business section as Dorcas repositioned her legs under the table and stuffed her face with cereal. There was a small pause between her crudely asking for details on any interesting articles and his response, as his eyes scanned the tiny print for a specific series of initials and the corresponding numbers. “Looks like I’ve made another three million galleons in the stock market today,” he stated matter of factly, without much excitement in his tone, as if he was commenting on the weather. It was a minuscule fraction of his net worth.

Turning the pages back to the national news section, he read a little more. “Someone’s gone and kidnapped a member of the wizengamot; Rupert Ainsley. Sodding muggle lover.” Roddy set the paper down onto the table so that the headline “AINSLEY FAMILY MURDERED – FATHER MISSING” could be read. “Shouldn’t have been running off his blood traitor mouth to the press. That’s a good way to wind up dead.” He took a drink of his scotch as his eyes continued to scan the article.

Roddy hadn’t been involved in this specific attack, though he knew who had been assigned to it and where Ainsley was now. That level of knowledge wasn’t something easily come by, but when the Dark Lord trusted someone as much as he trusted Rodolphus, there were certain privileges that were attached to that trust. He was included often enough on the development of various missions, giving his opinion on who in their ranks might be best suited to which objectives. He played favorites often enough by recommending his own brother for some of the more high profiled attacks but Rodolphus knew that his recommendations were backed by Rabastan’s actual skill. He had even continued recommending Bellatrix to important targets because despite her psychosis, she was actually a very gifted murderer. Bella herself seemed annoyed every time Rodolphus suggested she take an assignment and he suspected it was because of an internal conflict which simultaneously wanted to destroy Rodolphus and shatter any hope he had of remaining in Lord Voldemort’s good graces but she also desperately wanted to please their master and additional assignments were the best way to brown nose without literally shoving her face up Voldemort’s arse.

His eyes continued to scan across the words on the page, though they slowed as Dorcas spoke. The kidnapping was recent, but not so recent that the man couldn’t be dead. It only took a matter of seconds with a Killing Curse, though if you were the sort that took pride in your work – well, pleasure more than pride in Rodolphus’ case – then you would want to make the victim suffer and done properly that would take time. He and Bellatrix used to torture their prey for hours upon hours before killing them. If they killed them. Death wasn’t the ultimate torture and the Lestranges in their heyday, were a magnificent duo. It was practically their own little sadistic form of foreplay, once upon a time.

“It stands to reason, love, that if they killed the rest of his bloodtraitor family, and intended to kill Ainsley too, they would have just left his body for your lot to find.” He continued reading as he spoke, it was all a very casual conversation, as dinner conversations typically were. Not that either of their “meals” constituted dinner. Dorcas with her bowl of cereal and Rodolphus with his glass of scotch, it was hardly more than a snack let alone a dinner. After a short beat, Rodolphus lifted his eyes and looked to the pretty brunette. “Perhaps its wishful thinking on your end?”

Fuck, he liked that smirk. Rodolphus could imagine a hundred naughty things that smirk meant, and in the context of their conversation 99 of them would lead him to being so aroused he would be forced to ravish her right here on this kitchen table, even if she was currently attempting to be seductive as she ate her corn puffs or whatever they were. The corner of his mouth quirked upward as she spoke, her words ringing all too true. Ainsley’s big mouth and his apparent love for the mudbloods had earned his family their deaths and everything that had already happened to the man was nothing compared to what Lord Voldemort had in store for him yet. It was a shame Rodolphus had other missions to focus on, this kidnapping appeared to be quite the headliner and he did so love to relive his handywork through the eyes of the media. Oh well, he would have to make due with making his own headlines. But first…

Dorcas rose from her seat and her actions garnered the gaze of Rodolphus, who’s eyes were fixed on her plump rear end as she shimmied across the miniscule kitchen and dropped her bowl in the sink. His hand released the newspaper as his head turned, bringing his glass to his lips and tasting the strong flavor of scotch as Dorcas’ arse turned an auburn color through the liquid. Roddy turned in his chair, then turned the chair a bit too so that he was facing her completely while still seated. He evaluated her as he took another sip, nearly draining the glass but keeping hold of it as his free hand moved to unfasten his jeans. With a little adjusting, Rodolphus exposed himself to her and raised his eyebrows, a dark smirk gracing his features.