Author's Notes:

Warning! There is death in this chapter and possible trigger warnings.

So, obviously by the title of this chapter, you have noticed that this is not going to be the Gryffindor chapter. Apologies. This is not a filler chapter per se. It is actually vital to the story. I know you are looking forward to Harry telling off his house, no worries, that will come. You are receiving two longish chapters within two days, so that is the only peace offering I can provide you with.

There is some Russian in this chapter. The translations are at the end notes.

Hopefully you enjoy this chapter. It is one of my favorites and I had fun writing it.

I do realize that I have been gone for quite some time and I apologize for that. There is a lengthy explanation but I don't really want to get into it. I already did that on A03. Just know that I am still here. I am still working on my stuff.

The dimming light was distracting. He was supposed to be working on another crime profile, preventive logistics, scoping out potential areas where they were to strike, comparing victims or some other fucking thing. His mind was so overworked, he was barely getting enough sleep and definitely not enough food. There was a burning itch to his insides that wanted more.

There are different stages to hunger. At first, it starts out as a mild irritation. Where one might crave a snack or a quick bite to eat, but the cravings can be easily ignored. They can be tuned out for more important things at that moment. Whether it be work, school or a current project. Anything.

Soon the craving turns into a want. Where one will want to eat something; the rumbling of the stomach forewarns that it has been too long since the last meal has been eaten. If one ignores the warnings and the urges of the body, it quickly turns into a need. A need to eat something.

Instead of the rumbling, now there is a hallow ache. The stomach is screaming out its protests, yelling the dissent while hoping for sustenance. It needs food and it needs it now. If one does not eat, then the aching sensation flares and all the capabilities to think outside of nourishment ceases. Even certain cuisine that was once previously detested, begins to sound preferable to the burning pain inside the abdomen.

Things that are non-edible suddenly look delicious. The longer one goes without food the harder it is to focus. One will lose all sense of anything that doesn't revolve around getting the hunger under control. Muscles start to weaken, breathing becomes labored and resolve starts to dwindle. The world looks bleak and colorless. Nothing matters anymore because the screaming of the insides is too loud to concentrate.

When one goes too long without food they begin to fade away. Who they are, what they have done and what they must live for, suddenly doesn't matter. The screams of the starving stomach are slowly going away until it is just a whispered yell. For just a blissful moment, one moment, the hunger all but disappears. Until there is nothing, they are nothing and no longer a part of this world. They die with a smile on their face because their last conscious thought is that, finally, they are no longer hungry. The ache is gone and that alone feels wondrous.

Things aren't that drastic for Kenny but it is slowly getting there. His insides aren't wired like a normal human being. His veins are screaming for sustenance. Even a small taste. Anything.

The dangers of the outside world are too big to ignore. The Venadere are everywhere and can be anybody. Getting to feed isn't as easy as it once was. Since his mating with Pyotr his council has been looking for him. He knows that his father is angry and displeased but he didn't think it would be this bad. He didn't think he would have to dodge both the Venadere and his own kind, and for what? Love?

Love. Growing up with the knowledge of soulmates, love was always the second prize. Something to settle for but never really knowing the true depths, since one was to find their other half. The hollow ache that represents his soulmate resembles the burning pain of being hungry. Only one of those has a solution while the other does not. He could eat and satisfy one of those urges but finding a soulmate isn't as easy.

Kenny always thought that a soulmate was the true romance. The one to strive for. The stories parents whisper at night, the romanticized ideals that kids dream of. But really, it is a nightmare. A nightmare with no end in sight. They tell you the positives of a soulmate and gush the benefits. But no one speaks of the ramifications when you never find that person. The lonely pain and agonizing grief is strong and so heady. Nearly unbearable to live with.

A soulmate is the one thing that he craves but won't ever get. It is the knowledge of knowing that there is a happiness out there that he will never have. A longing that will never be filled. A love that will never be matched.

If he had met Harry and Draco before his mating with Pyotr, the sensation of their bond would have crippled him. To have the very thing he had craved for, for so long, thrusted in front of his face, flaunted unintentionally, would have been his undoing.

Love wasn't something he had thought could legitimately exist outside of a soulmate. It wasn't until Pyotr came along that Kenny realized just how wrong he had been. There are so many types of love in the world. Each person gives love in different ways. The depths of one love might not match someone else's. While a different love could surpass the previous. Some love can be toxic, corrupt and wrong. When one loves correctly, with positive intentions, it can be beautiful. Something to marvel and observe reverently.

Pyotr opened his eyes to so much of the world that he hadn't been aware existed. Several colors he had written out of existence on the basis of wrong facts. Beautiful shades that Kenny honestly couldn't live without now. They may never be able to love as strongly or as deeply as a soulmate pairing might, but that didn't mean their love was less in any way.

Being an Incubus provided him with abilities to detect certain emotions. There are feelings that people don't realize that are intertwined in sexual urges. Love is one of those emotions that he can detect. It changes from person to person. Everyone is different and especially regarding their emotions. Sometimes love is completely absent from sexual acts. Sometimes it is at the forefront. With Pyotr, love is always there, he can detect his mate's love at nearly all times. It is something that he wouldn't give up for the world.

Since his mating, there has been a change to how he eats. Becoming a partial vampire had never been something he had expected, nor had he thought he would fall in love with one. There is a thirst for blood but it has not lowered the need to be fulfilled by sexual pleasure either. His friends can offer their blood and that will satisfy that part of him but he needs more than that. He needs his Incubus nature fulfilled as well.

When one feeds off of sexual desires, acts and pleasure, it becomes a chore. Eating isn't something he would do for fun, it is a necessity. His sister is someone who can easily intertwine the two. Scarlett takes pleasure in feeding and in the act of sex at the same time. That is not something Kenny has ever been able to do. It might be the romantic personality inside of him, but he wouldn't be able to feed off of sex while with someone and then go home to his mate. That just wouldn't do. Nor would he want to feed off of Pyotr. They are two different parts of his world that should never mingle. He wouldn't be able to separate the two ever again. He needs to be able to look at his food and sex as two different things. Which makes feeding difficult.

Observing would be the closest definition to how he eats. Even as a child, he would never initiate the typical means of feeding that a lot of his kind do. A secondhand sexual desire is all he knows. He wouldn't partake in intercourse himself while eating. He opens his senses and delves into other people's desires. Ones where he isn't a participant. Emotional emissions aren't descriptors for figurative speech. People release tangible secretions in all kinds of emotions. Especially sexual ones. The air and the atmosphere has a certain tang to it, one that can fulfill his Incubus nature without having to partake in anything physical.

What he does is a choice. He knows his kind don't understand it. It isn't as if he is judging them for how they choose to eat, their way just doesn't work for him. It isn't the kind of Incubus he wants to be. As seedy as Venom had been, it was the perfect place to have a secondhand loop to feed off of. The whole place was filled with people emitting their sexual desires. Eating was easy. But out here? No. Leprechauns don't view sex quite the same way as an Incubus. The majority look at him as if he was going to force them into the act. Which he supposes isn't too far off. Scarlett is a prime example of a Succubus who abuses their power.

Luckily, they were provided a room to work, because the Leprechaun population was treating him differently. Incubi and Leprechauns don't have a negative history with each other, which is great. Only problem is that they don't have any history with each other. Their species haven't really mingled much. Mostly because Leprechauns had to migrate to Ireland and hardly ever leave. Before their migration, a lot of species avoided his kind due to the Incubus wars.

The prejudice between Magical Beings was something he wasn't really used to. He knew that the Leprechauns didn't mean to offend him but they were. He wasn't going to ravage the population just because he can feed of sexual pleasures. He wasn't like that.

Kenny knew that he needed to eat. The ache of his stomach was getting harder to ignore. He had seen firsthand what can happen to an Incubus that dies of starvation. It isn't pretty, nor is it something he would ever want to experience. But he knew that he would be traveling down that route if he didn't do something. His mate didn't really understand why he wouldn't just feed off of him. But Kenny didn't know how to explain the morality to it. He didn't want to feed off of Pyotr. His mate was so much more than something to gain sustenance from. Pyotr was to be treated with the respect he deserves and feeding from him would be the opposite. He loved his mate with everything that he had and he just couldn't do it. Couldn't stoop to that level. His kind don't regard sex the same way as everyone else. It wasn't a special act, it was means to and end and Kenny refused to be like that.

"What is troubling you, MIlaya Moyna?" Pyotr whispered as he lifted Kenny's chin up till he could see into indigo eyes.

Kenny's mouth curled into a smile at the endearment. Oh, he loved this man. "I'm hungry." He admitted quietly as he pretended their friends couldn't hear them. He watched brown eyes tinted with red narrow in concern.

"How bad is it?" When Kenny looked away instead of replying, he heard a long-suffering sigh.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want you to worry." The muffled curse words in Russian had Kenny hiding a smile as he bit his lip. He snapped his eyes to his lover when he felt the thumb holding his chin begin to softly caress his cheek.

"I will always worry about you. You are my world. Ne magu zhIt bes tebya"

"We can understand Russian, you know." Joseph spoke up form a position with his head in his arms, resting on the table, not bothering to look up at them.

Pyotr rolled his eyes. "Idi nahui."

The insult had Joseph snorting loudly. "Kenny, you let him kiss you with that mouth?"

"I let him do a lot with that mouth." Kenny smirked wickedly at the way Joseph snapped his head up in surprise. He looked over to Jake and Blake but the both of them were slumped over in their chairs, with their mouths open, passed out to the world.

"My my." Joseph smirked openly. "You are hungry, aren't you?"

Kenny huffed in frustration. "Needing sexual gratification and my need to feed are two completely different things."

"Horny." Joseph corrected. "Horny, say it with me."

Pyotr leaned forward and bared his fangs. Not in a show of anger but more a demonstration. "Continue to antagonize him and I will bite you."

Joseph leaned back in his chair as he crossed his hands behind his head. "Maybe I will let you. Just so that I can experience what exactly it is you can do with that mouth."

Kenny growled low in his throat as he tried to hide the twitching of his mouth. "You are just upset because Cian isn't here, so therefore jealous that we can partake in intercourse while you can't."

"Sex." Joseph corrected. "Sex, say it with me." He held his hands up quickly in defeat when Pyotr stood up. "I was just kidding!" He backtracked.

When Pyotr sat back down, Joseph sighed. "Damn right I'm jealous." He grumbled rather put out. "I just wish he was here. I don't like him speaking to the Goblin council without me there."

"We have been over this." Pyotr told him with a shake of his head. "When dealing in Luck, they have to be careful who is around. Especially on the surface the Goblins were wanting to meet. The ground that far below the earth would have been a too confining space for you to be around. Some effects would have been implanted inside you."

"I know, I know." Joseph growled out as he folded his arms back on the table and rested his head on them. "I just don't like it." He complained, looking up at them both.

"And I don't like your whining." Kenny snapped. He clenched his fists when he saw Joseph and Pyotr share concerned looks.

"Kenny." Joseph began in a hesitant tone.

"Don't." He snapped back. "Don't tell me what I already know." Kenny growled out. He knew he was stretching it, knew that he needed to eat but it was dangerous.

Pyotr leaned forward, pulling Kenny into his arms. "Angel moy." He whispered before placing a soft kiss below Kenny's ear. "Don't starve yourself."

Kenny opened his mouth to tell him that it wasn't a choice but a byproduct of circumstances but before he could, his lover continued kissing his skin.

"Will you feed? I would offer you my body but I know you will say no." There were no emotions behind the words, just simple facts. "Please? It pains me to see you in need."

Kenny knew he shouldn't look into his lover's eyes, knew that the pull would be too strong. But he had always been weak when it came to Pyotr. One look into worried eyes and he sagged his shoulders in defeat.

"Alright." He conceded. Kenny pointedly ignored the whoop of triumph from Joseph.

"I'll go with you, be your backup." Joseph offered, already moving to stand up.

"No." Kenny argued firmly. "I don't need backup." He didn't like people coming with him. Didn't want to them to witness what he did. It was uncomfortable to begin with, having an audience would just make it worse.

"But-"

"No." Kenny repeated forcefully as he stood up. He looked to his mate in consideration before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I love you. I'll be back shortly."

"Not too shortly." Pyotr warned knowingly. "Don't hurry back and not fully satisfy your hunger." He paused to stare intently at Kenny. "I love you as well."

Kenny nodded once before walking out, he lifted his hand in a goodbye for Joseph but didn't offer any words. He would have to apologize later to his friend but he was too agitated at the moment. He was so hungry.

When the door swung shut, Joseph turned to look at Pyotr. "We aren't letting him go alone, are we?"

Pyotr adopted a look that clearly told him how stupid that was. "I question your mental capabilities more and more as the days pass."

An indignant huff was his reply. "Rude. I will have you know that—"

"No one cares." Jake told him as he sat up with a groan, stretching his muscles. "How can anyone get any sleep around here?"

"Sleep?" Joseph argued with a snort. "You weren't supposed to be sleeping. You were supposed to be going over the latest sightings of the Venadere."

"Hmm." Jake hummed as he leaned forward to inspect Joseph's work. "It looks like you are on the same autopsy report as when I fell asleep." He pointed out with a smirk. "What were you doing? At least I was productive enough for a nap."

"How is a nap productive?"

"How could it not be productive?" Blake retorted as he too sat up and lifted his hands over his head. "At least we did something."

"I don't think napping counts as doing something, when compared to actual work." Joseph argued.

"Which you didn't even do." Jake and Blake pointed out in unison, with identical smug smirks.

"All of you shut up." Pyotr commanded when it looked like Joseph was going to argue back. "None of that matters. The important thing is that we are going to follow Kenny and make sure that he is alright."

"He isn't going to like that." Jake pointed out as his cousin nodded along.

"I know." Pyotr retorted with a shrug. "If he finds out, then we can blame it on Joseph."

"Hey!" Joseph cried out while the other two snorted in open amusement. "You are not going to blame me! I am not his mate, you are. Isn't there some kind of guideline you are to follow? Always love and protect each other. Not blame others. Like in sickness and health, or whatnot?"

"That is a muggle marriage, you idiot." Pyotr mumbled. "There is a guideline I like to follow, and that is to blame you. Gets me out of plenty of tight situations."

"I don't believe this." Joseph whispered as he stood up. "I mean, I do because it is you, I just don't like it."

"Where do you think he will go? He doesn't know much of Ireland." Blake pointed out as he pulled Jake up from his chair, ignoring Joseph completely.

Pyotr said nothing as he turned around and walked out of the room. He could hear them all scramble to follow after him. There was a gaggle of simpering girls near the exit. He sighed internally as he mentally prepared himself for this conversation.

"Excuse me, can you tell me where the most populated form of prostitution is inside Ireland?"

Joseph choked on his tongue as Jake and Blake gaped inelegantly. They weren't the only ones either, the group of girls dropped their mouths open before letting out giggles.

"Why pay for what you can get for free?" One of the bolder girls spoke up as she sent an obvious look up and down his body.

"I am taken." Pyotr pointed out. He knew that she knew this. The whole village knew they were together.

"To the Incubus." There was a curl of distaste to her lips that had him clenching his fists in an attempt at not baring his fangs.

"To the love of my life." Pyotr corrected. "The question, if you will." He prompted her impatiently.

"Try Dublin." One of the girls in the back spoke up. She had kind eyes and long grey hair. "It isn't exactly the red-light district anymore but it is relatively the same. Leeson street is pretty popular with ladies of the trade."

"Thank you." He told her in gratitude as he pushed past them all. He could hear the girls whispering to each other. "How did you know that?"

"My business is my own." He heard the kinder one tell her firmly.

"Why do you think Kenny would go there?" Jake asked. "Does he pick up prostitutes?" Blake wondered at the same time.

Pyotr snorted as he shook his head. "No, Kenny doesn't sleep with prostitutes. Doesn't sleep with anyone that isn't me."

"We thought so, but it just doesn't make sense." Joseph piped up. "He doesn't ever really say what he does. I know he isn't like his sister but what does he really do?"

"Ask him yourself." Pyotr retorted with a glare. "If he doesn't want to tell you then respect that."

"I never met a prostitute." Jake whispered, breaking the tension.

Joseph smacked the back of his head. "It isn't like a tourist attraction. You don't write home about seeing one. It's their job."

"I wasn't judging!" Jake argued as he rubbed his head. "I was just pointing out the obvious."

The bickering only picked up as they made their way towards the apparation points on the outskirt of the docks.

"I will never understand why I bother having you lot as my friends." Pyotr ground out when Joseph shoved Jake in the water, only to have Blake retaliate on his cousin's behalf and return the favor. Joseph on his way down, grabbed hold of Blake's shirt and sent him following suit.

"Probably a lack of character." Joseph wheezed out as he pulled himself up onto the dock. "Just goes to show that you are missing things if you see them in us."

The horribly lacking statement wasn't even worth his time. Pyotr ignored him and pulled up the remaining two morons.

"Idiots." He told all of them as he grabbed hold of them and apparated out of there.

Kenny looked around the darkened alley in distaste. He was just happy to find it deserted. As he exited, he noticed several girls along the sidewalks across the street that were definitely prostitutes but that wasn't exactly what he was looking for. He needed minimal contact.

"Looking for a good time?" A purr of a silky voice had him cringing on the inside. He briefly looked up and met the lady's eyes. "No, thank you."

He was about to talk away before he realized something. "Would you happen to know somewhere I can go to… watch… a show?"

The throaty chuckle he received wasn't as off putting as the come on but it still sent his nerves up a little. There was something about her that he didn't like.

"Voyeurism is your thing, huh?"

No, it really wasn't but he wasn't going to explain himself.

"See that dark building up there? Looks a little rundown from the outside. It is a record shop but the back is where the music really starts beating."

Kenny closed his eyes briefly, trying to control the urge to snap at her.

"They provide anonymous viewing. You pay a little money and watch a show, it is extra if you want a private booth." She paused to laugh again. "I'm not as young as I used to be, so I am afraid I don't fit the criteria."

He wasn't even going to remotely touch that. "Thank you." He supplied again before walking away.

The record shop did look rundown, crumbling brick and decaying plants littering the front. The window was so dirty he wondered if anyone could see out of it. The name of the store was so old that the letters had long ago faded, making it unreadable. Aesthetically, it was awful. It made Kenny wonder if the inside would be sanitary. God, he hoped so. There was a few people ignoring the front entrance all together in favor of walking to the back. He followed them all closely, shooting suspicious looks around him, there was something in the air that he couldn't quite detect. If he had to guess he would say anticipation but that could be coming from several people.

Inside wasn't fairing any better, Kenny decided. Everything was pretty dim when it came to lighting. But the gaudy red upholstery that was glaring at him from every angle was so overused that he was positive ass marks were indented into the leather. A line leading from a ticket booth was near the right side of the room. He took note of the people lining up and assumed this was where he needed to go.

The line didn't take too long, it would appear that some special show was going on tonight. He hoped it wasn't the only thing they provided.

"Next." Kenny sighed when it was his turn.

"You here to see Molly Malone?" The bored cashier asked him before he could speak up.

"Is that a private showing?"

"No." The woman retorted chewing on some kind of stick. "I've only got a few showings that are private. One already started a few minutes ago, the gentleman who was viewing left, I can't guarantee the participants will be in there longer than thirty minutes."

"I only need fifteen." Kenny told her. The snorts he heard behind him had him realizing how that sounded.

"I didn't mean it like—" Her eyes let him know that she didn't care about what he had to say at all. "Nevermind. I'll take it." He sighed in defeat as he handed over the proper amount of muggle money.

The cashier handed over his ticket and directed him to the hall that he would need to go. The hallway was narrow and dark. He tucked his arms into his body, making sure not to touch anything, not even the walls.

When Kenny made it to the area that matched the number on his ticket, he opened the door. The room was rather small, it had a small couch that he would not be touching and that was about it. There was a two-way mirror, allowing him to see the two participants but allowing them the privacy not to see him. Which was honestly the best he could ask for. He made sure to lock the door, he didn't want anyone to walk in on him and see anything.

There were small tiny holes in the glass, allowing the sounds to come through more authentically than the speakers around the room. Which was perfect. It allowed their secretions to seep through. The two on the other side of the mirror weren't very good at what they were doing. To anyone else, it would appear as if they really were partaking in intercourse but there wasn't any enjoyment in the act. There was a manual aspect to it, as if they were treating this as a chore or a job. Which in all actuality they probably were, but that wouldn't provide him much sustenance. He needed them to be more active in their pleasure, otherwise he would have to try somewhere else.

Kenny opened his palms and allowed a small number of pheromones to seep outward. It took a few seconds before there was a renewed bout of energy between the woman and the man. The previous fake moans and groans blended into real sounds of enjoyment.

The volume increased, which was a positive indicator that they would provide for him adequately, he just wished he didn't have to listen to them. He hated this. Hated having to watch other people enjoy themselves. It was not his thing.

The sound of skin slapping against skin had him glancing at them quickly to make sure things were still going well before he looked elsewhere. There was a sparkling of red emitting out of the holes in the mirror, mixed in with a pale lilac and a black color.

Emotions emit different colors to his magic. The red signified the typical passion that would be normally related to sexual acts. The black was coming from the male, who was laying on his back staring at the ceiling rather than the girl. Black tends to represent hatred or a strong dislike of someone. His best guess was that the man didn't really care for his coworker. While the lilac signified the opposite, the woman had some feelings for the man. He might have felt guilty for manipulating them but this was their job. They were going to do this with or without him.

He closed his eyes as he began spreading out his magic and sucking in the secretions released into the air. With each inhale, his magic supplied their pleasure into his veins and exhaled out his own happiness at being fed. He tried to tune out their moaning and only focus on their emissions but he knew that wouldn't be wise. He needed to be aware of what else was going on in the room.

Kenny bit his lip as he sent out more pheromones. It was risky putting out too much but he needed more and he wasn't going to go anywhere else. The woman's screams escalated and soon, their secretions increased. The atmosphere was filled with so much that it was almost a feast. Kenny's eyes grew heavy as he took more and more inside of himself.

Over indulgence was deadly to an Incubus. When one becomes selfish and sucks in too much sexual pleasure, their receptors can't handle it and their magic can grow unstable. He wasn't at the point of no return, but he was close. A small part of him, the part that had been starving, wanted to eat and eat, wanted to hoard what he could now and store it for later. Which was the problem in waiting too long in between meals.

Luckily, the two behind the mirror reached their pinnacle before he could take in too much more. Their groans of satisfaction couldn't match the satisfaction filtering throughout Kenny's body now that he was completely sated. He felt full, fuller than he had in weeks.

The high of being fed distracted Kenny on his way out. The path towards the unsanitary alley was longer than he thought it was but he was too sated to worry about that. He nodded distractedly to the lady who had given him the directions. He quickly ran into the deserted alley. Kenny was too caught up in getting back to his lover that he became unaware of his senses. Which was a fatal flaw. Before he knew it, he was ensnared in a weaving of magic.

"Ahh little Kenny is all grown up."

Kenny's eyes widened at the sound of his brother. His exiled brother. He snapped his head up and swore under his breath at the sight of several bodies covered in black with white masks showing through hoods.

"Wes, you didn't." Kenny whispered when he realized he was completely surrounded.

"Oh please." The scornful tone had Kenny wishing he could go back to the days when they were children and his older brother had taught him everything he knew.

"Did you think I wasn't going to find a way to get back at father. This was the best way to accomplish that."

The emblems sparking on the corner of their masks had Kenny whimpering on the inside. It was the insignia of the Dwarf Cosa Nostra that was glinting off the moonlight. A branch off of the original Mafia but truly renegades.

Kenny ignored the remarks about their father. He wasn't in line to take over anymore, not since he denied his heritage to mate with Pyotr. "What do you want with me?"

Several chuckles could be heard, Kenny just wished his brother would take off the mask, so that he could see him. He hadn't seen his sibling since he was a teenager and the other boy had been exiled for not having enough magical ability to maintain the requirements to rule. The decision was cruel and Kenny had always hated his father for that but that wasn't his fault, why would Wesley hold that against him? If that really was what was going on.

"There is a hefty price if you are brought into the council headquarters."

Kenny winced at that. He knew his father was looking for him but he didn't think he would stoop this low.

"Father hired you?" He asked doubtfully. As far as he knew, Wes hadn't been in contact with anyone inside the family.

"Heavens no." Wesley retorted as he took off his mask. Kenny looked at the face that so resembled his fathers. His brother grew up well. Despite the situation, he couldn't help but retain every curve and etching of Wesley's skin, couldn't help but remember the frown lines that marred his forehead or the chewed lips marking stress. He wasn't sure when he would ever get another chance to see his brother, Kenny wanted to make sure he would remember this moment.

"It would appear that you have started a new business venture that is making it difficult for the ones who hired us."

Kenny furrowed his brows. Business venture? What was he talking about? There was no business. The only thing he had been focusing on as of late was their new organization. His eyes widened.

"The Venadere hired you?" He whispered in horror. "Why would you take anything from them? They are slaughtering Magical Beings!"

A harsh chuckle came from his brother, one that he couldn't ever remember hearing before. Exile did not suit him.

"What do I care about some dead werewolves?"

"Are you kidding me?" Kenny scoffed. "They aren't just slaughtering werewolves. They are going for us all. They are already succeeding in many places all over the world. Getting you involved just proves how smart they are. They are getting Magical Beings to take out their own kind!" How stupid could his brother be? This wasn't a werewolf problem. Why was that the first thing people think of?

A flash of doubt briefly covered Wesley's features before he schooled them in a practiced nonchalance. "As soon as I heard who the target was, well, I knew that I wouldn't be doing what they asked."

The tone of his voice wasn't very reassuring. Kenny didn't dare get his hopes up that sibling love would save him.

"I wonder how much father would pay to get his beloved son back?"

Dread filled Kenny. His father would be no better than the Venadere. Not after he defied the council rulings and abandoned his heritage for the sake of love.

"I am not his beloved." Kenny argued as he squared his shoulders and felt out the magic surrounding him. There was definite Dwarf qualities but it wasn't strong. Almost as if it was manmade, a cheap impression at aiming for the real thing.

"I am in exile, just as you."

That was apparently the wrong thing to say. The magic containing him sent a jolt of energy into his body, zapping at his receptors, making it hard to let out any extra emissions that he might pick up from onlookers.

"By choice." Wesley spat out, coming as close to the confining magic as possible. "I was forcibly removed from the only home I had ever known. Kicked onto the streets without a single galleon to my name and just expected to either make it on my own or die trying."

Kenny winced at his brother's statement. He had begged their father to reconsider, cried for him to take the ruling back but nothing had worked. Later, when he was able to do anything, he tried to find Wesley and send him money but he couldn't find a whisper of him anywhere.

"I had no choice in my exile. You on the other hand threw it away! And for what? Love?" Wesley scoffed heavily. "Pitiful. What a disgrace."

Those were the same words his father had told him when he tried explaining his reasons for mating with Pyotr. To hear his brother—the one he had once considered a role model—say them now, it hurt. Hurt a lot.

"I thought I taught you better than that. I thought you were worthy of your title."

It was a horrible flashback, Kenny wasn't sure what was a memory and what wasn't. Wesley was saying eerily similar things and it was making his stomach churn.

"What can love give you that your title couldn't? What good is love when you could rule over our people? What can your precious Vampire do for you? What use is he?"

Before Kenny could respond, he felt a recognizable tug of his magic. It was the same tug that woke him every morning, the same tug that filled his body at night, the same tug that sparked whenever he entered the room after leaving.

"Useful enough to break your neck." Pyotr spat out as his hand grabbed hold of the man and lifted him up in the air.

"Don't kill him." Kenny whispered as Joseph, Blake and Jake began fighting with the remaining members of Wesley's group.

"Solnyshka moyos, he would have condemned you to death with either of his choices. Why? Why do you save him?"

Kenny bit his lip at the painful truth. His mate was right, Wesley would have condemned him to death. But it was his brother. He couldn't sanction the death of his only brother.

"Kill the rest of them but keep him alive." Kenny decided firmly as he pulled out his wand and began tackling the spells keeping him in place.

"You often play bitch to my brother?" Wesley spat out the best he could with a strong hand gripping his throat.

"When the mood strikes." Pyotr retorted easily, not allowing himself to get caught up in an attempt to rile him. "You are wrong about Kenny." He tightened his told on the pathetic man in front of him.

"Kenny loved you. Spent years trying to find you, tired himself out and then cried himself to sleep when every dead end turned up. You aren't worthy of his hard work. Aren't worthy of the effort he put into you. It makes me sick to think that you would offer him up just as a means to get back at your father."

"Pyotr." Kenny called out as the false signatures of Dwarf magic fell. "He isn't worth it. Save your breath, my love."

"You aren't worth it." Pyotr whispered in agreement inside Wesley's ear. "You don't deserve to walk free." He slammed his free hand down hard enough to crack the man's collarbone. The yells that were released were definitely music to his ears.

"You said not to kill, never said anything about maiming." Pyotr retorted when Kenny stopped to stare at him incredulously.

"I didn't think the distinction was necessary." He mumbled as he finally was able to break the magic containing him.

Joseph snorted loudly as he sent a bone breaking curse at his opponent's knees. The strangled yell was reward enough for the cut on his cheek that the man had given him moments ago. He dragged the masked man towards Pyotr.

"Here, I don't want his death on my conscience."

Pyotr shot him a disbelieving look as he used his free hand and his enhanced abilities to snap his neck, providing a painless and instant death.

"I do believe you brining me him, leaves you accountable in some fashion."

"Hey." Joseph argued. "It allows me to sleep at night, don't begrudge me of this."

"Hmm." Pyotr hummed. "This doesn't help your case, I still believe I am losing faith in your mental abilities."

"I love that you have time to talk but some of us don't have that luxury!" Jake yelled out angrily as he threw himself behind a trash can to avoid a killing curse aimed at his head.

"Do you want the last words you spoke to us to be in derision?" Joseph mocked as he shot a stunner at Jake's opponent, who dodged it. "I mean, wouldn't you want your last words to be something uplifting or meaningful?"

"Fuck you!" Jake retorted as they both sent binding ropes around the man, the ropes made contact with his abdomen, knocking him over. "How was that for uplifting?"

"Needs work." Kenny panted as he dodged a bombarda that Blake's attacker had shot between the two of them. The ground exploded on contact, sending him falling to his knees.

Pyotr walked to the bound man and used his foot to crush the man's throat so that no sound would escape when he kicked the skull hard enough to crack the bones and the face to cave in from the force of the blow. He used the Incubus in his hand as a shield to block him from the spray of blood. He really loved his extra strength sometimes.

"Do you see how easily I could kill you?" Pyotr mocked to the struggling Incubus still in his grasp. "Do you realize that the only reason you are breathing is the love of your brother?" There was no response, not that he expected one.

"You two are slipping if you need my help." Joseph remarked as he pulled Kenny away from an oncoming curse.

"Thank you." Kenny whispered gratefully as he squeezed his friend's hand.

Joseph flashed him a brilliant smile. "I knew your crabby attitude was just because you were hungry. I was beginning to think you were growing to detest my presence."

"If I say that I detest your presence, will that make you leave?" Blake wondered as he transfigured the lid to the bin into a makeshift shield that splintered as a spell made contact with it.

"Not a chance bleach boy." Joseph grinned at the outraged noises released by Jake and Blake.

"Just because you are tan and gorgeous does not mean you have to rub it in to the unfortunate. We have a skin condition you prick." Jake shot a stinging hex at his friend before shooting a spell to send a piece of rubble that had been uprooted by the previous bombarda at his cousin's attacker.

When the rubble made contact with the man's head, it sent him spiraling to the floor with a pained grunt.

Pyotr walked forward and quickly snapped the man's neck before looking to the rest of the group. There were several cuts, bruises and blood marring their features and tears along their clothes but there was no wounds that he could see.

"What do I do with him?" Pyotr asked as he threw the man on the floor, hard. He grabbed the wand that hadn't ever been removed from the man's robes and threw it to Blake and watched his friend snap it.

Kenny walked over to his lover and wrapped an arm around his waist. He looked down into the hate filled eyes of his sibling and sighed heavily. "Ignore father and the bounty he placed on my head. You are going to go back to the Venadere and tell them that they can't silence us this easily. We aren't weak and we are amassing followers. Their threat to the world will not win. We will save all Magical Beings and destroy them in the process."

There was an almost proud gleam to Wesley's eyes, one that Kenny ignored. He couldn't get caught up in his brother. Not now, not when things were getting out of control.

"Let's go." Kenny whispered. "Cian might be home by now, we need to let him know what has happened."

"Hell yeah!" Joseph pumped his fist in the air, no doubt excited to see his boyfriend. His excitement however did not stop him from sending a kick to Wesley's groin.

"That was for attempting to hurt Kenny."

Kenny looked down to the floor as a smile stretched across his face. "Come on." He urged them. They all linked hands before the crack of an apparation surrounded the deserted alley.

Wesley lay panting on the ground, severely regretting every action in his life that led up to this point. "How in the world am I supposed to explain this away?" He whispered to himself as he attempted to sit up, his throat was killing him, his body was aching and his collarbone was definitely broken.

The clicking of approaching heels had him snapping his head up, he winced when the action sent unimaginable pain throughout his already aching body. He scowled at the prostitute who had been here on the corner to direct his brother towards the area he fed from.

"I am in no condition for any form of sexual activity." He breathed out harshly, hoping she would take the hint and just leave.

"You aren't in any condition to do anything." The woman argued with a wide toothy smile. One that had him cringing internally.

"Look lady, just go proposition someone else. I have a job to do."

"Mm. So do I." The woman whispered as her features began to change, much to the horror of Wesley. He closed his eyes tightly when her face formed and the obvious polyjuice potion melted away.

The woman who had hired him was staring down at him in disgust. He didn't even get to open his mouth before a wand was pointed at him.

"Avada Kedavra." She sneered it with contempt. She watched the life leave the pathetic Incubus with satisfaction.

"We received their message." She whispered. "Loud and clear." Daeva was not looking forward to telling her superiors about this. It would seem the resistance was not as weak as they originally assumed.

Author's Notes:

Alright.

The hunger descriptions in the beginning aren't to be taken so literal. It was more of a describing factor. I am not a doctor nor would I know exactly how it feels to die of starvation. Same applies for the snapping of the necks. I do realize it is not as easy to snap a neck as it sounds, let alone one handed. Keep in mind that Pyotr is different than the average person. He does have a lot of strength inside of him. Still probably not quite realistic but I don't care. :P

I debated about how I wanted the point of view to go in this chapter. I had known for a while that I wanted to do a chapter regarding Kenny and Pyotr. It didn't turn out the way I had originally intended but that is alright. I do really enjoy this chapter. It allowed me to go into some depths to not only Kenny's character but what he does as an Incubus. Now, I know by the typical means of an Incubus, that would have him sleeping with his food. But Kenny isn't that type of person. I just can't see him do that. I get Pyotr's confusion when it comes to why Kenny can't just sleep with him and feed at the same time. But keep in mind that Incubi don't regard sex as something special. To them they have become to desensitized about the whole thing. Kenny wants his sex life to remain special and beautiful. He already has a hard time with how he eats, I think if he was to combine the two, it would lessen it in a way for him. Perhaps it is just an unfounded worry but it is one that he doesn't want to risk. Hopefully that made sense.

I get grumpy when I am hungry too. Totally understood where Kenny was coming from. Haha. :P

Molly Malone, that was a play on an Irish legend of sorts. Not sure if it actually counts as a legend. Anyways, there is a whole thing about it but I won't go into details. I am too tired at the moment. Just know that there were two different women that people were saying was the same. The lady they made a statue out of was never proven to be the same woman that worked as a prostitute.

The woman who killed Wesley was the same one who killed Abigail's father. Hopefully you remembered her name the first time. If not, oh well. Wesley was a name that popped up on an article when looking up a name. My first thought was Star Trek and then I obviously had to go that route. I enjoyed Wesley in the show but definitely not this Wesley in the story. He is a little bitch.

For my Singapore boys and the deaths. I know morally, it isn't something that say Harry would do but these boys are sooo not Harry. They have seen way too much shit in their lives to care about a lot of moral things. Not to mention, the renegades would have killed them anyways. Also, I don't really have respect over the fact that they willingly allowed themselves to be employed by the organization that is killing Magical Beings. I suppose it was just Pyotr who did the actual killing. Same applies.

Russian was a little difficult. Using google translate doesn't quite work right. Google was trying to do a literal translation instead of what I am actually aiming at. I had to go off of other content. Most of what Pyotr says is endearments. Russian has a written language that is spelled completely different than the pronounced words. What I used was the pronounced, because he was speaking it. If the pronounced spelling doesn't quite add up, then sorry. I am not bilingual here.

MIlaya Moyna- My sweet
Ne magu zhIt bes tebya- I can't live without you
Idi nahui- fuck you
Angel moy- My angel
Solnyshka moyos- My sun. (When double checking with google, it was saying it was sweetheart. Not entirely sure which one is accurate. Either way Pyotr is a sap and I love it.)

I will check for spelling mistakes when I wake up, I did already look it over but sometimes things slip through. No need to point them out, I will find them eventually.

Let me know your thoughts or if you have any questions.

-XxTheDarkLordxX