WHO: Anthony Mulciber & Bellatrix Black
WHEN: Thursday evening
WHERE: The Mulciber home
WHAT: In which they talk of things bad and evil and amaze you with their infinite sexiness.
RATING: NC-17
NOTE: That's right, kids. He used to be alive. XD

It was a little before half-past seven on Thursday evening when Bellatrix Apparated to the front of the Mulciber home. It was quiet outside, just as quiet as one would expect any home with its owners absent to be, and that made Bellatrix smile a little. Everyone was gone but him, just as Anthony had said. Dressed in a rather form-fitting black dress under crimson cloak, the Black woman tucked her wand away and sauntered up to the doorstep in a rather pretentious manner, her gait as confident as it ever was.

Taking a hand to the door, she gave three simple raps in a row, figuring that if anything the house elf would hear. Making a show of one's enterance was always gaudy and distasteful, even for the most arrogant of people. Not that Bellatrix believed herself to be arrogant--after all, how could it be arrogance with her attitude was all based off truth?

She stood and waited and tried not to be impatient for the answering of the door. Where was the rule that said that all house elves had to be so incompetent and slow? It must be somewhere. One could never buy good help these days.

A few minutes had passed before the door was opened, and it when it did, it wasn't a house elf behind it. Anthony's welcoming face appeared behind the old, dark wood, in his usual silk suit with the usual tie, even if it was a little more loose and untidy.

"Bella, dear, forgive me for taking so long." He said at once, stepping aside and gesturing for her to walk in, as his eyes happened to glide from her face downward, silently admiring her form. "Come in, come in."

Bella smiled indulgently, for once keeping to herself her displeasure and being made to wait so long. Tony would probably know already what she thought of his belated answer, anyway, if he knew her half as well as she believed. "It is of no consequence, Anthony," she said, pulling the tie on her cloak to loosen it. She hung it by the door and stepped inside, looking around as if appraising his home.

She'd of course been there before and knew that it would be difficult to make Tony Mulciber nervous as she did others, but it seemed an obligation more than anything. Spinning on a heel, she faced him again. "I have not been here in quite a while. I am pleased to see nothing has changed."

"You know we like our traditions." Anthony replied quietly after he'd closed the door behind him, and followed her inside, his eyes watching Bellatrix with obvious interest.

"Though unfortunately, mother has requested all the house elves be with her in Italy, and I believe I'm quite useless on my own. When it comes to certain matters, of course."

"Why you poor thing," she teased, stepping forward towards him. She ran a finger along the bottom of his chin. "You must be just in hell." Kissing once along his jaw and then turning quickly away--just for the purposes of being an insufferable tease--Bella walked away in towards the living room area.

"I do hope that doesn't mean that you've let the place go in their absence. But it seems as if you've done well for yourself despite it all from the looks of things."

His arm snaked around her waist almost immediately for the short moment she stood close to him, smirking smugly at her small kisses and even more so when she'd turned away.

"I don't know, it feels rather too nice for hell." He pointed out as he walked after her, his hands resting inside his pockets.

She turned and leaned against the back of a couch, looking rather casual. Bella arched an eyebrow at him. "It does? Having to get your own food and drink and having to do everything yourself?" she asked a bit skeptically. "I thought you men couldn't stand do those things without a fuss."

Alright, so she couldn't stand to do those things herself and they both knew it. But it was always fun to play with him.

"I wasn't talking about that." He took a few more steps closer, a suggestive look in his eyes. "I mean, if you'd ensure me visits from incredibly beautiful, sexy women in hell, I'm willing to even pay for my ticket there."

"I know exactly what you were talking about," she said with an admonishing tone and a pout. "Making things so to-the-point is hardly much fun." However no one would see Bella complaining as she reached out a hand to lay on his cheek.

"Women, though, Anthony?" she smiled innocently. "You mean I didn't scare Miss Carrow away? I was so hoping that I hadn't."

Anthony let out a short, dismissive laugh. Not only because he wasn't certain of any interest in him on Alecto's side, but because he knew what Bellatrix had meant. He liked to think that Bellatrix didn't like sharing him, even if she was committed to another man.

"Now, Bella, Miss Carrow is purely business, don't pretend to think otherwise." His arm was around her waist again, gripping confidently at her side.

"I'm not so certain about Alecto, but I do believe that not even you can find truth in your words, Anthony."

Bella smiled lightly at the feeling of his arm around her waist. "It would be such a disappointment to think that I was in a competition here for attention. You know how I appreciate delivery exactly when I want it." She slid her her hand down his shoulder and to his arm, the other laying against his chest, and kissed his neck playfully. "Despite my other... entanglements... that does not stop my tendency as a woman of demands."

"Had there been any lack of truth in my words, however insignificant it might be, I would not be here to deliver, dear Bella." Anthony pointed out with an amused smirk, bringing his other hand to rest on the back of Bellatrix' neck and push her lightly closer against him.

"My attention could only be given to one at a time, and right now, you hold the main part of it."

"Well, that's reassuring," Bella returned, pulling back a little to observe him. "I would hate to have to be inconvienced by such a silly thing as sharing. I never did quite get that concept, you know." The right side of her lips twitched slightly upwards into a smirk at her own comment, but it was for a split second before she pursed her lips together and licked them lightly, glancing up at Anthony.

"You ought to be very grateful I don't mind sharing, at least some of the time." Anthony pointed out, noting the move of her tongue over her lips, but not leaning in to kiss her yet. He wanted to watch her a little longer, run his eyes over every inch of her face while lingering on her eyes and lips. Bella was his reward for being good at what he does, for raising himself to be considered one of His most dutiful supporters and for risking his life for the sake of their goal. Bella was his reward, and he had no intention but savor its taste for as long as possible.

When a few silent minutes passed, and Anthony's eyes were satisfied, he moved forward to press his lips against hers, firmly, hungrily. She was his reward.

That was more like it, Bellatrix thought, immediately responding to the kiss when it finally came. She had thought he was just going to stare at her forever, but at least when he did make a move, it was one that had been worth the wait.

Bella tilted her head to the side to deepen the kiss. Her hand tightened around his arm while she pulled him in closer, pressing their bodies firmly up against each other. Heat assulted even her perpetually cool body, in the way that only one thing in the world had ever been able to do... and Merlin was the temperature in the room rising quickly from the feel of it.

There was nothing better than Bellatrix' taste, at least, for now. It was as if she tasted bitter and sweet at the same time, engulfing him in a dark air of thrilling mystery and itching desire.

Anthony's hands came up and buried themselves in her hair, clasping her head, pulling her closer to him until their midsections were practically joined together, and his mouth parted to deepen their kiss, his tongue pushing out to wrestle with hers in her mouth.

At his invitation, Bella swirled her tongue around his, exploring every corner, every untouched place as it fought for dominance. She found herself leaning back a bit into nothing but air and Anthony's hold supporting her, but kept their bodies glued together.

Her free hand moved from his chest to around his shoulders and she found her fingertips digging into the skin of his shoulder under his clothes with the intensity of the feeling between them. She had thought just a mere couple months ago that Rodolphus was the only person that could get her going this well, but Bella had no trouble admitting now that Anthony did a very, very good job of it.

Anthony liked the response he was getting, liked it very much, even. He slid his hands down until one was holding her waist and the other around her back, and then with quick, sharp steps he moved and pulled her with him, replacing the couch behind her with one of the walls without breaking their kiss.

Once he was satisfied with the position, his hands were everywhere; running over her shoulders, down her arms, back up to her hair. His mouth broke from hers and dove into her neck, sucking and biting, feeding on her skin.

Bella moaned a little at the feeling of the bites on her neck and shivers trailed up and down her body despite the warmth between them. She bit down on her lip to stop herself but realized that it was unnecessary. She was here with Anthony to have a little bit of fun she'd been lacking as of late... she might as well enjoy that fun as much as she could.

One of her hands from his shoulder moved to his hair and she ran her fingers through his tresses. The other from his arm explored his sides, roaming under the suit jacket and forcefully moving it off his body.

His hands left her body for a split second, to allow him to push his suit jacket off completely, before returning to rub against her hot body while his tongue worked harder on her neck, tickling the spot he was busy sucking. The thought that Rodolphus might see the mark on her neck didn't seem to bother him, if anything, it made his body shiver with excitement.

With a wicked smile against her skin, Anthony allowed her hand to trail down then slip under the open side of her dress, resting comfortably on her thigh.

His hand on her leg was like a blaze of fire, trailing up to where it stopped on her thigh and burned on her skin. It was a good burn, the best kind. The kind that she had him around to let her experience... there was no denying that he was definitely fulfilling her wildest expectations.

"Mmmm..." she mumbled. Her eyes were closed and her head was back to give him better access to her neck, but Bella still found, groping, his tie and began to undo it with her fingers. With a harsh pull, it was off of him and across the room, her hand on the buttons of his shirt before it even landed.

He didn't need to pull away from her neck to admire her skill, no, it was done silently while his hand moved slightly upward and lifting her dress with it. Without hesitation, it found the elastic of her underwear and slipped inside, his fingers working to give her maximum pleasure, something he knew he could give due to his previous experience. He had always believed that a satisfied woman was willing to satisfy even more.

He certainly did know what he was doing, and Bellatrix hissed lightly in pleasure to acknowledge it. For a moment her hand on his shirt halted where it was, but only a moment as she overcame what shock there may have been and resumed.

She was barely working the buttons to loosen them, her finger slipping inside and running through quickly, popping them out of their holes quickly as she went along. In ten seconds she was done, and her hands wasted no time in exploring the flesh that had just been revealed to her.

Anthony let his fingers rub against her a little longer, but once he was satisfied but how excited she was getting (according to the wetness he could feel against his hand), he pulled out of her pants and away from her neck, taking a step backward with a devilish grin.

He liked to hear them ask for it. Or, in Bella's case, demand it.

Bellatrix put on a pout for Anthony, even though she had been expecting him to do this. He was very much like her, Anthony was, even when it came to this. "Aren't you going to give me what I want?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him once. "You know I'm not going to leave until you get those pants off and finish the job you started."

Anthony practically grinned at her, tilting his head to get a better look at her. "Oh Bella, you know I never leave a job unfinished. Shall we move to my room?" Though, he wouldn't mind finishing his job right there against the wall, or on the cold floor, or even on the dining room table.

Bellatrix kept his eyes the whole time and she stepped towards him again, filling the space he had made. "I'll move anywhere you want," she murmured in his ear with a grin. She took a quick, precise nibble at the bottom of his ear, then leaned back a little and allowed him to see her smirk.

"Is that right?" Anthony drawled out thoughtfully, though his expression was anything but thoughtful. "Perhaps we ought to get some drinks, while we're at it? There's bottles in the cupboard right over there," He pointed his thumb behind him with a nod of his head, "And we won't be needing any glasses."

Bella chuckled at his suggestion in a stacatto sort of way. "The kind of drink I'm looking for isn't alcoholic... although maybe after you stop stringing me along and just bloody fuck me already I might be obliged to share a few of those with you too," she said, sounding very elegant for a mouth of such crude slang.

The effect of her words was immediate; Anthony's hands were sliding down her dress in a flash, then quickly pulling it up as he pushed against her, roughly pressing her back against the wall. He growled at the tight feeling in his trousers, but he didn't start unbuckling them, not before Bellatrix' dress was stuck around her chest, and his hands were pushing down on the hem of her pants.

Bella, seemingly having been waiting for this sort of reaction out of him, gladly lent a helping hand to his efforts on his pants. As they fell to the floor she slipped a hand into his underwear and groped a bit--only a bit; she was getting a bit too excited to be patient any longer--before the other made its best effort to rip them off of him.

Anthony's eyes snapped shut and his hips tensed when he felt her hand on him, his breath going in in quick, sharp stabs. His hands on her pants were getting a little frustrated, and after stepping out of his pants and kicking them back, his fingers tugged harshly until the material snapped between his hands, tearing her panties apart and shoving them aside.

Once that was done, his palms ground against the underside of her thighs and lifted her up and against him in the right position.

Bella took no time in finding the right place to lower herself down on--she had experience in this field and most definitely had down the feel of it--and doing so, pushing down to slide herself onto Anthony despite his holding her. He went in easily, but not too easily, just with enough resistance that there was the perfect amount of friction between the two of them.

In an unsatiable hunger, Bella forced her lips onto his, roughly, and wrapped her arms around him, a motion slowly beginning to work up...

"Incredible, as always." Anthony breathed out, panting heavily. He could feel the sweat drops trailing on his forehead, down to his temple before getting lost in his hair. His hot skin clashed with the cold floor under his back, making his climax even more fulfilling.

With a satisfied smirk, he turned his head to look at the woman beside him, gazing daringly into her eyes. "I'll be ready for another go soon, in case you were wondering."

"My, aren't we eager," Bellatrix teased, rolling onto her side to face him. The freezing marble underneath them did nothing to cool down the wave of heat that continued to gather around her body, but the cold feeling against her body only enhanced the feelings of pleasure still racing through her.

She ran her nail along the bottom side of his chin and looked thoughtful for a moment. "You know, if this keeps up there won't be a holy place left in your poor parents' house." Not that that bothered her. Actually, the prospect was rather exciting.

"As the future owner of this house, I can safely say that polluting any holy corner in here is a very, very good thing." Anthony grinned, his eyes still hungry for every bit of her. He could never get enough of looking at her, especially when she was lying naked on the marble floor, her body still glowing from the heat.

Bella laughed deeply, the sound warm and full, very much unlike her usual cold, empty laugh. She fell back onto her back and smirked up at the ceiling. "Well, then I suppose our actions are completely permissible. It may be a bit early to be taking your liberties with the home... but I am not complaining."

"My father is an old man." Anthony said simply, running his tongue to wet his bottom lip as he watched her. He could still taste her, smell her, and it was giving him insanely thrilling chills.