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Regulus was seething.
“You’re leaving me yet you want to stay friends.”
He stood stoically, not blinking much less breathing as he took in his boyfriend, now ex that is . James winced slightly but nodded, running a hand through his mess of hair. He was anxious, Regulus knew. A people pleaser to a fault.
“You’re leaving me for her.” At this point Regulus sounded like a broken record. But after a two year relationship of Regulus giving James every essence of his being, carving out the worst of himself and what felt like ten million ‘I love yous’, this was something he didn’t want to believe, he couldn’t.
There was always an itch in the depth of his soul that knew the day Lily Evans showed interest in James that they would be over. She was the greater love after all. James had assured him he’d love him until the end, that he wouldn’t leave. Now look at Regulus, splattered on the ground, with nothing but dirt to catch his fall.
“It’s not like that Reg. I just- I need time to figure myself out and fuck! I want people to actually know I’m in a relationship. I’m tired of hiding and loving in secret.”
Oh. But hadn’t Regulus expressed the same and James had brushed him off? Wasn’t James the one afraid of what Sirius would think? Regulus could handle the repercussions of his family and from his house, he’d told the man just as much. Hadn’t he? He did.
“Don’t act like you didn’t jump at the idea of hiding. Fuck James I asked you again and again if you wanted to go public. You refused. Every. Fucking. Time.” Regulus didn’t know whether to hex the older boy or cry. Clearly the latter was not an option, not until he was alone at least.
“You know why we couldn’t.” James was pleading with him, his voice soft and warm, something that Regulus once found comforting was breaking him. This was a pain of his own making.
“You can’t have us both, James Potter.” Regulus snapped. He’d poured too much of himself into James Potter. He’d hid the darkest parts because James didn’t like it. Now look where that got him.
“I- I’m sorry Reg.” But you’re not James. And that’s what’s painful, you were everything.
And suddenly the thought occurred too Regulus who narrowed his eyes at the boy before him, “Did you fuck her?”
“What?! No!” James’ eyes widened and Regulus saw the guilt flash across his eyes, the slight grimace on his face and the way he ran his hands through his hair and tugged. Hard.
“Leave.”
“Reg…”
“Leave James.”
“I’m sorry Reggie.”
Reg couldn’t look at him as he left to be with someone else. The better choice. It was moments later that he warded the Astronomy tower and crumpled to the floor.
He didn’t know how long he was there, legs dangling from the astronomy tower and staring off into the forest until he felt cool hands cup his cheeks. She was always able to pass through his magic. Pandora was looking at him with a crease in her brow that Regulus moved to smooth over. His hands were ice but she didn’t seem to mind. Her eyes, normally bright, were storm clouds. She never did take too well with Reg being hurt.
“Who did this to you?” Dora whispered as the pads of her thumbs brushed away his tears. He didn’t even know they were falling . Regulus swallowed and looked into her eyes, he couldn’t speak much less breathe properly yet Dora seemed to understand, she always did.
“He chose her in the end.” Reg whispered into her hair as she hugged him. His voice raw with emotion. It was only one sentence but Padora understood. The amalgamation of Reg’s initial fear and worries became a reality.
“I’ll desecrate him.” She said it so resolutely that he couldn’t help but let out a dry chuckle. Her cream dress swirled at her ankles as she stood, grabbing onto his hand to pull him with her. “You were always too good for him, Regulus Black. Now let’s get you up to the room.”
The walk to the Room of Requirement was a blur of torchlight and magic guiding him. The only thing leading him was Dora’s hand clasped in his, pulling him up the staircase and through corridors until they paused along an expanse of wall where Pandora walked along the edge.
The door opened to show Peter Pettigrew lounging in front of the fire, chessboard in front of him. His head sprung up with a smile, most likely expecting his boyfriend. “What happened?”
“Code Red. Watch him, I'll get the others.” Dora turned to Reg then and kissed his cheek, “I’ll be right back sweetheart.”
The doors closed behind her as Reg approached the sofa. Emerald green velvet, posh just like them or so Peter had commented once when Evan had first introduced him as his boyfriend. “Code Red?”
“James broke up with you?!” The horrified look on the boys’ face was swiftly replaced with concern as he spotted the tinge of red under Regulus’ eyes and the distinct wraith quality of his skin. “What happened?”
“He didn’t want me anymore. He decided fucking her was better.” Regulus looked from the fire to Pete who somehow seemed to understand what Reg wasn’t saying. His friends were all too aware of his fears, of the what ifs that plagued him when they first started dating. Evan kept nothing from Peter and Regulus trusted Evan enough to trust Peter.
After all, the boy was with them long enough that he was one of them. Not that anyone outside of their group knew of their relationship. Pete was too good at hiding secrets, even from his band of marauders. Merlin even James didn’t know of Ev and Pete’s relationship. Well it wasn’t like James made an effort to get close to Reg’s friends.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” It wasn’t and they both knew it.
There was a moment of silence before Peter spoke again, surprising him.“You did nothing wrong if that’s what you’re wondering. Lily knew he was in some sort of relationship. She told him he deserved to be loved in the light. I didn’t know that would lead to him ending things”
“He chose for us to stay in the dark Pete.”
“I know Reg. I know.”
It’s almost funny how the most compassionate of the marauders had left him broken yet the most aloof one was here, sitting with him in comforting silence.
Their quiet was soon broken by the chaos of his friends storming in. Cas all but threw herself at him, squeezing him as if to mend all the jagged little pieces of his soul. Evan scooted in between him and Pete, not that the boy minded.
“We’ll give him a fate worse than death for what he did to you.” Ev vowed as Regulus leaned on him. There were no more tears to come yet he still felt like crying.
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Barty didn’t like the numbness in Reg's voice nor the dead look in his eyes as he explained what transpired. It was the same one Reg got after a second too long crucio from his bitch of a mother. Barty hated that look.
He couldn’t stay still as Reg spoke in that haunted voice of his. Barty was never a fan of James Potter or rather, any of the boys Regulus took to bed. They were either too nice or too vanilla or not enough to satisfy his precious bloodthirsty boy. Regulus wanted love and pain in equal measure but he could never get them both. They were all fucking idiots to let him go.
He came to a sudden stop in his pacing and dropped to his knees in front of Regulus as the stupidly beautiful boy tried to blame himself. Oh that wouldn’t do. Grabbing his face Barty pulled Regulus close enough to feel his breath on his cheek. Fuck if that didn’t make him hard. “Potter is the cunt in this scenario darling. Do. Not. Blame. Yourself. I’ll string him up from his prick in the Great Hall for what he did. Fuck it I’ll skin them both if you’d let me sweetheart.”
Reg’s eyes darkened as they searched his, momentarily losing the cloud of sadness. Barty knew that his boy was as vengeful and unhinged as they came even if he tamed himself for the likes of James Potter. Regulus was naturally dark. He craved blood the same as him.
Barty carded a hand through Regulus’ curls and tugged him forward slightly so their noses brushed. He could feel the moment Regulus smirked into his cheek but was yanked back by Dorcas who grabbed him by his shirt.
“Plotting first, fucking later Crouch.” Cas tutted, a smirk on her face as she stared down at him. He bared his teeth but there was no malice, she knew how deep his obsession ran with Regulus. It was truly a miracle he hadn’t murdered Potter by now…but then again it was always him Reg came to when things got bad. One caress from his little prince had the madness that swarmed Barty’s psyche receding. One look and Barty would do anything for him.
Glancing towards Reg, he saw the boy reclined with his head thrown back on Dora’s lap as she sat on the back of the sofa carding her fingers through his hair. If it was anyone else Barty would’ve sent a quick crucio their way yet somehow he didn’t mind when his friends touched Reg. It was familial. Something they both lacked.
“So what’s the plan?” Pettigrew directed his question at him, causing his grin to return with full malice.
And so they plotted their revenge with the girls suggesting the nastiest of curses while himself and Evan went for a more physical approach. Pettigrew wisely didn’t comment on his friend’s demise yet they all knew he would help if Ev so much as blinked at him.
Barty locked eyes with Regulus whose lips twitched into an amused smirk, eyes darkening with bloodlust as he watched Barty who was leaning against Regulus’ crossed legs. With a grin Barty tugged his pant leg up, pressing his lips to Reg’s ankle, their eyes never straying from each other.
Regulus was his now even if he didn’t know it yet. The little prince was his to love and his to fuck.
By the next morning as they sat for breakfast, his friends already had at least five different revenge plans each with their own contingencies varying on a scale from torture to them being on the run for the rest of their lives.
They had all fallen asleep tangled within each other in the room of requirement the night before. Leaving him alone wasn’t even a thought to his friends much less Barty who had whispered violent nothings in his ear as he fell asleep. He hadn’t relinquished his grip on Regulus since then. Not that he minded .
Barty’s hand was on his thigh when the hall filled and they walked in. Regulus stoically watched as James Potter publicly walked into the Great Hall with Lily on his arm. He watched as his estranged brother cheered and loudly introduced the new couple. He watched it all, the way James smiled softly down at her, the way he kissed her cheek as he helped her sit, fuck even the way people taked about them.
He could feel his blood boiling over.
“That fucking cunt.” Dorcas growled and was already jumping over the table before Evan snagged her around the waist and pulled down. His other hand suddenly shot out to grab Dora’s hands as she raised her wand, a curse — no doubt to maim— at the tip of her tongue. “Couldn’t even wait a damn day.”
If Regulus wasn’t so fucking pissed he would’ve been amused by the girls, ready to eviscerate anyone in his honour. Hell he could feel his hand twitch, an organ boiling curse ready to be uttered or perhaps a skin inversion spell? He wasn’t sure which would make the lions scream more.
“What the fuck is your lot screaming this bloody early in the morning Black?!” Severus snarled as he dropped down near Ev who just sighed. While they wouldn’t call themselves friends by any extent, there was an understanding that they were both his cousin’s favourites. So they played nice and sometimes they even had similar ideals.
“Potter decided I wasn’t cutting it and decided fucking your ex fairytale was better.” Regulus
Severus simply sneered and commented, “I told you he was a self absorbed twat and I couldn’t care less about Evans. Nonetheless, Bruce and I will help with your revenge mission.”
“Thanks Sev.” Regulus muttered, not that surprised that Severus would offer his and Mulciber’s homicidal services. They were a special kind of fucked up after all.
Barty suddenly snaked his hand around the base of Reg’s neck, squeezing slightly making him sigh and relax his shoulders. His head lazily turned to face B whose smile stretched into a manic grin as he leaned slightly to press his lips against Reg’s ear, “They’ll get what’s coming sweetheart.”
“I won’t visit any of you in Azkaban.” He felt his lip twitch as Barty winked at him before pressing his nose to Reg’s jaw making him groan ever so softly.
Fuck. Would it be horrible of him to fuck his bestfriend? Right after a breakup, might he add, with his first love? Fuck that actually. Right in the great hall? He’d let B bend him over and have him for breakfast instead. Barty always managed to bring him undone.
“Liar.” Dora, Cas and Evan hummed in unison as they watched them amused while Severus turned up his nose at them. They were more than used to their special brand of bullshit.
Regulus and Barty were always obsessively codependent before Reg got with Potter. They worked as one both their magic and bodies, Merlin it was a wonder they’d never fucked.
Dorcas and Evan chalked it up to them being stubborn arses that liked their little game of cat and mouse but Pandora knew it was only when Reg began dating the Potter boy that Barty realized his feelings. He’d confessed to her the same day after he burnt down half of the forbidden forest.
Regulus on the other hand held the inane belief that Barty was too good for him. As if they weren't cut from the same fucked up cloth. Regulus wanted love and back then Barty couldn’t give it to him.
It was only when Cas slid over some toast and Evan started to bitch about potions that Regulus finally relaxed against B who still had a hold on him, one arm wrapped around his waist as they ate and talked.
Unbeknownst to Regulus, James was looking over at their table only to find a smirking Barty as he pressed a kiss to Reg’s jaw. Mine.
But James wasn’t the only one looking, so was Remus who cocked a furrowed brow at them then to Peter who shook his head in disgust as he glanced at James and Lily. Huh . Maybe Remus had smelt the younger Black on James after all.
—
Regulus wasn’t sure what phase one of their revenge scheme was but he did know that it would be set into motion as soon as he took to the sky for the first Slytherin vs. Gryffindor match of the season. All he knew was that it would be a bloody match.
And it was.
The match was brutal, the first of the term between Gryffindor and Slytherin. But that was not why the snakes were out for more blood than usual. Dorcas, as captain, was scoring rapidly with a grin while Barty was beating bludgers towards the other team’s captain, Mulciber who was at his back didn’t mind seeing as he despised the whole lot of them.
The rest of the team didn’t dare deter from their captain’s orders to all but kill the other team and win. She’d said they had a score to settle after all.
Barty smacked a bludger towards Potter's head but the boy was pushed out of the way just in time for it to only nick his broom. Regulus smirked as Barty raced past him and winked, sending another bludger towards both Potter and his estranged brother. B was putting on a performance for him and he lapped up every bit.
Barty caught his eye with a devilish smirk as he sent another bludger towards his ex who was trailing Cas. This time B didn't miss and it finally took straight to Potter’s head. Suddenly the Gryffindor captain was falling and falling and falling as Regulus looked on with an amused smirk playing on his lips. He was rather disappointed when the boy didn’t go splat all over the grounds but was caught by his brother again.
What wasn’t disappointing was the hunger in Barty’s eyes as they locked eyes again. But before he could do anything a glint of gold flashed at the corner of his eyes. And then he was off, soaring after the snitch. The other seeker raced after him but he paid that no mind as he suddenly dived, one hand holding his broom as he turned upside down, his other hand stretched out to grasp the snitch. He was seconds from touching the ground when he caught the snitch.
The rest was a blur as Regulus was somehow hoisted into the air and carried into the locker rooms where he was let down and into Barty’s arms.
“You did so fucking good little prince.” Barty breathed into his ear then pinched his hip from where his hand slid under his shirt and quidditch gear to meet skin, “Now go let Dora dress you up for tonight.”
Slytherin parties were something they were renowned for, the same way Hufflepuff was known for supplying drugs and cigarettes and Ravenclaw for their fucked up cocktails and alcohol.
The party was in full swing by the time Dora and Cas let him out in a crop mesh top and one of Cas’ satin trousers that clung to his hips. His eyes were lined with black ink by Cas while Dora gelled his curls into a mess he knew Barty was obsessed with pulling.
Speak of the devil…
“You’re so fucking pretty like this.”
Regulus was pulled into Barty’s lap as they joined him. He was dressed in all black pants and tank top with his tattoos out and a chain Regulus gave him some years ago around his neck. He looked delicious, especially with the rings Reg could feel indenting the skin on his waist.
Ev and Peter were lounging near the windows that showed the depths of the Black Lake as Pandora and Dorcas flopped onto the loveseat next to them. B and Pete were smoking Merlin knows what while Ev handed Cas a bottle of firewhiskey and Dora a smoking blue cocktail. Bruce Mulciber and Severus Snape were also close to them, both snogging their life away and had yet to come up for air.
It was only when Cas’ favourite song came on that she dragged him and Dora into the mess of people in the middle of the common room. Dora and him laughed as they spun each other around to the fast paced music, a cocktail in each of their hands. Cas had left them just after a few songs to join her girlfriend at the drinks table where they ended up snogging.
It was only when the song changed to a slow grinding rhythm that Dora and he left the throngs of sweaty bodies. Or rather Dora left and Reg was pulled back into Barty who grinded into him as he threw his head back. “Fuck little prince!”
Barty groaned into Regulus’ ear, hands straying from his hips to arse then back again. Their bodies moved in tandem to the music, Regulus bending slightly so his arse was pressed tightly against B’s dick.
“You taste so good sweetheart.” Barty chuckled into his mouth, making him gasp.
“Fuck B.” Reg muttered against Barty’s jaw, trickling kisses down his neck. Barty’s hands guided his waist as they grind against each other. He could hear Ev whistling at them as Barty spun him around and ran his hand from across his chest to grasp his neck.
“Are you finally going to fuck me darling?” Regulus nibbled on Barty’s ear and smirked as the other boy let out a strangled moan. “I’ll let you tie me up and fuck me with that switchblade under your pillow. Or perhaps you’d like me on my knees taking your cock down my throat.” he moaned as B gripped his hips bruisingly. He could already feel the rings leaving indents.
“You’re bloody mine sweetheart, each fucked up part of you.” And suddenly Barty was pulling him through the crowds and into their dorm.
They were so caught up in each other that they didn’t even notice when the lions arrived. They had come for a fight. Their precious captain and golden boy was in the hospital wing. Sirius of course was fuming.
But they saw nothing but each other. They didn’t see Dorcas punch Sirius nor Severus and Pandora curse the rest of the quidditch team with boils and give them all green hair for the next day. No they didn’t see Evan and Mulciber drag them out of the common room and slam the stone door in their face.
Barty felt as if he was in his own fucked up heaven. Regulus slid to his knees and had already unzipped Barty’s pants with such fluidity that his jaw dropped as he stared at the little demon. It was only when Reg’s tongue met his tip did he jump into action and gripped his curls as his lover worked his way down his cock.
Fuck, it was perfect. The sight of Reg’s pretty pink lips wrapped around the base of his cock as his throat spasmed as he swallowed was transcending. Reg moaned as Barty fucked his face, looking up under his lashes at him. “You’re such a pretty slut for me baby.”
Yanking him off his cock Barty pulled him up into a kiss, his hand slipping down to squeeze Reg’s throat. Ripping the shirt off of Regulus, he wasted no time in throwing the boy on his bed and pulling off his pants. Fuck. Regulus was beautiful. He was already aware of his lovers’ slutty waist but seeing him naked was something of a religious experience.
Regulus had the creamiest arse he’d ever seen and Barty couldn’t help but squeeze until the indents of his rings bruised the boy making Regulus let out the most beautiful moan. “Just fuck me B.”
“Only good boys get fucked sweetheat.” Barty massaged his arse before he slapped it and squeezed, his cock settling against his arse while one hand going to rub the boy’s lips as he arched into Barty. “Beg for me.”
Regulus whimpered and swirled his tongue around Barty’s fingers before dragging them across his lips, “Please B? Fuck I’ve wanted you to fuck me for years. Please put your cum in me.”
“Anything for you my little prince.”
Barty rubbed the fingers that were in Reg’s mouth against his puckered hole before he pushed into him hard, gripping his hips and thrusting in and out of his little hole until Regulus was a sobbing mess. Grabbing his hair and pulling him flush against his chest, Barty fucked up into him as he bit down on his neck hard enough to draw blood. “Agh!”
“You’re fucking everything Reg!”
“Fuck B!”
“You take me so good baby!”
Regulus was riding him with his head thrown back and Barty’s hand squeezing his throat. “I’m cumming baby! Fuck take it all Reg!”
Ropes of cum landed on Barty’s stomach at the same time he came in Regulus. They were both panting hard as Reg collapsed on top of him.
“I’m fucking gone for you.” Reg panted out as he looked up into B’s eyes making him smirk lazily before tilting his head to take his already swollen lips into another bruising kiss, this time Regulus was the one drawing blood as he bit him.
“You’ve been mine since the day we met sweetheart.”