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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. 

—

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.” 

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Regulus woke up with Barty’s hand wrapped around his hip, nails embedded in his flesh ever so deliciously.

He’d never felt such ecstasy than letting Barty claim him. Not with his first nor in the midst of loving James. There was no rush of magic pulsing through his veins, no itch of ruminating possessiveness that Barty brought out of him.

They didn’t fuck you hard enough to satiate you. A voice cackled in the midst of his mind that sounded eerily like his half deranged cousin —not that he adored her any less.

“Mmh should’ve had you on my cock sooner.” Barty hummed in his ear, startling him slightly before his hand moved to palm him…hard.

“Fuck B!” Reg moaned as his lover's other hand moved to squeeze his throat, bits of wild magic sparking through whatever bond he knew Barty had crafted for them ever so long ago. Not that he actually gave a fuck what it did so long as he could keep Barty to himself.

Flipping them over so Reg was stradling him, Barty groaned and adjusted himself lining up his cock to Reg’s perfect hole “You look so fuckin’ gorgeous like this.”

“W-we’re late B.” Regulus gasped, moaning as the tip slipped in making him yank a fistfull of his lover’s hair as he ground himself on Barty’s cock, “Fuck, just like that!”

His nails dragged down the toned length of Barty’s chest, digging into his flesh as the scratches welled with blood. The hand around his throat squeezed hard enough for little dots to dance in his vision.

“Is that a no?” Barty growled at him, already knowing the answer as he lifted him, still pumping into him while he headed towards their bath. “You know I’d give you whatever you want.”

It took them more than a little while to get ready, seeing as Barty fucked two orgasms out of Regulus before he thoroughly washed them both. That and the fact that he had to spell most of the bitemarks that littered his neck away. Ones that made him look as if he’d taken his chance and fucked a werewolf. Not that Barty was far from that.

He only left one of the bites on his neck which B was already growing obsessed with, if the caress of his fingers was anything to go by. Barty on the other hand left Reg’s handiwork. There were a few littering his neck but Regulus had made sure to leave most in places for just them to see.

They made it in the midst of breakfast with Barty’s hand fixed around Reg’s waist. The latter steadily ignored the burning stares they were receiving with his usual cold indifference while his lover smirked at anyone who dared to make eye contact. A silent claim.

“If it isn’t lust incarnate.” Dorcas grinned, faux swooning as Regulus took his place beside her. Ev and Dora were smirking opposite them while Severus and Mulciber simply raised their eyebrows, continuing their conversation.

Barty then slid in behind him on the bench, his nose coming up to brush the pulse point on his neck, his lips pressing down gently to taste his skin. “They’re staring. Would you like to give them a show darling?” Barty’s lips kissed up to his ear, making him cock his head and smirk.

“Oi! Have some decency, you’re in public for Merlin’s sake!” Ev huffed as he snapped his fingers in front of them making Regulus roll his eyes. As if he wasn’t the same with Pete.
“Oh let them be Ev. We’ve been waiting for this for years.” Cas cackled loudly as she swatted the younger boy. Those who were already paying attention to them agreed in soft murmurs which surprised Regulus as he didn’t think anyone was as invested in them as his friends…or cousins now that he thought of it.
A crash sounded from a few tables across drawing his attention, his smirk widening into something unhinged as he took in the scene. Potter had smashed his teacup, the remnants splashing on Sirius who was beside him. Both of them cursed as the boils on their hands grew red.

Furious brown eyes met his then, looking him over with something akin to regret if he was even capable. It was gone with a blink, shadowed by virtuousness and jealousy as if he had any right.

Why did he get to be angry but Regulus couldn’t? Why did Potter get to be jealous but he had to be understanding?

James was always possessive over him. Jealous of his closeness to his friends and even going as far as accusing him of fucking either Barty or Dora. Sometimes he’d get jealous of Evan and Dorcas even though Reg told him that they were both in relationships.

He wanted to be the only one Regulus went to with his problems, the only one to make him laugh, to provide comfort and depend on. As if James didn’t let his friends do the same. As if he wouldn’t bare his soul to Sirius but leave Reg guessing and guilty he didn’t know what was wrong.

He’d only apologise when Regulus reminded him of that fact.

He’d ask if James would distance himself from Sirius and do the same things he was asking Reg of. The answer was always a definitive ‘no’ yet they’d revisit the same argument every few months. It was a cycle he turned a blind eye to just because he wanted the pure love James seemed to give freely.

Not for him though. He always paid with pieces of himself.

Was it fucked that Regulus was using Potter’s insecurities against him? Perhaps. Did he give a fuck? Not one.

Reg always gave as good as he got. It was a survival tactic in his house and he was the very essence of Black heir. And if Barty being his was enclosed in their little revenge plan, then who was he to deny fate when a pleasure so sweet was placed in his lap.

“Who did it?” Reg tilted his head in question, eyes flashing to Pandora who snickered. He grinned.

“You did say Sev and I could test our new spells!” Dora sang happily, glancing to the Gryffindor table where some of its upper years were covered in boils and bright green hair. “Not even Madame Pomfrey can help them.”

“They were prime test subjects and our spells executed well.” Severus nodded at him, a slight smirk on the elder boy’s face.

“Pity we didn’t get to test the flesh eating one.” Mulciber chimed in from where he observed Potter with a keen eye. It wouldn’t surprise him if Bruce mastered some obscure healing with all his knowledge on anatomy. He broke as much as he fixed after all.

“I vote for that next.” Barty tightened his hold against him as Dora wholeheartedly agreed. It was a wonder anyone thought her the sweetest of them when she was the most ruthless.

It was sometime later as they were about to finish their meal that a regal, eagle-owl flew in. Regulus recognised Artemis immediately as Bella’s grey menace. Swooping low she landed in front of him, leg stretched out with parcels to take.

He barely took hold of the letters before his wand was swiftly stolen from his pocket and his hands were gripped tightly by Barty. A glaringly red letter exploded from the bottom of the stack with his cousin’s voices booming throughout the Great Hall before he could even blink.

~

“HE CHEATED ON YOU?! THAT FUCKING BASTARD!! I’LL KILL HIM!

Reg my darling how are you feeling? Bella is currently pacing as to not storm the castle lest she turn it to ash.

I TOLD YOU HE DIDN’T DESERVE YOU! I SHOULD’VE GUTTED HIM THEN!

We’re truly sorry that he hurt you—

I’LL STRING HIM UP BY HIS PR—

BELLA!

NO CISSY HE DESERVES IT FOR WHAT HE DID TO OUR SWEET WINTER CHILD! HIM AND HIS WHORE! I’LL CURSE THEIR BLOODY FAMILY LINE!

My little prince, it doesn’t matter if you want to or not you shall be avenged.
We’ll be coming to visit next Hogsmeade weekend. Love you my darling.

KISSES REGGIE! BARTY YOU BETTER TAKE CARE OF OUR BABY!!”

~

The Great Hall was silent as the howler ripped itself into minuscule pieces. Regulus, who was still being held by Barty, was mortified beyond belief. He knew his cousins had a flair for the dramatics but fuck, it was embarrassing how they babied him sometimes.

“Who the fuck told Bella and Cissa the idiotic cunt cheated?!” Regulus hissed, eye twitching as the silence broke. All of his friends raised their hands simultaneously making him groan as the hall filled with whispers he didn’t care for. Let them talk. It’s not like Wally would care as long as he produced an heir.

Unbeknownst to him, the whispers came from those lusting after him and his brand of otherworldly beauty. Both men and women were sorely disappointed by the fact that the Black cousins all but claimed Barty as Regulus’ paramour. Yet they were also outraged at the fact that he was cheated on and questioned who was idiotic enough to do so.

A conundrum that worked in favour of their revenge plan. Barty couldn’t help but smirk as he took in the red fuming face of Potter and the confusion of the Evans girl as she tried to calm him. The disowned Black looked both confused and irritated while the wolf looked at them pensively.

Oh how sweet it would be to be the one that brings their downfall. But for now he was just content in the feel of his lover sinking into his arms as he bemoaned the howler his —as good as sisters— sent.

—

A few nights later met them naked in the Room of Requirement, Reg straddling Barty’s lap, sucking the silver ring on his lover’s lip.

“Want me to pierce your nose?”

“Wally will freak.” Reg smirked as he pulled back and watched his lover through half lidded eyes as a needle wandlessly appeared in his hand.

“All the better. It’s not like she could do much to you anymore. You’re her last heir.” Barty grasped his jaw with his free hand, running his thumb across Reg’s swollen lips. “Bellatrix will love it.”

“Cissa will kill you.”

“No she won’t. She’ll spare me cause I make you so happy.”

“I’ll protect you anyway.” Reg muttered watching as B’s eyes softened to whiskey.

“I won’t hurt you sweetheart. I’d slit my own wrists before I do.” Barty looked at him as if he were a God made to worship or rather the moon herself and he a devotee made to serve offerings in the dead of night.

Regulus kissed him. Hard and sweet enough to draw blood. As he pulled back for air he smirked and licked his lover’s bloodied lip. Barty shuttered under him, a feral look in his eyes.

He lifted the needle again, “Ready baby?”

Regulus hummed in agreement and Barty immediately got to work. Igniting a soft flame in his hand he passed it to the muse before him and grinned, he loved the wholehearted trust Reg had in him. Guiding his lover’s hand with the light to the prime place he began his work.

The needle pierced soft flesh ever so smoothly. Regulus watched his lover whose calloused hands cupped his face ever so delicately, slid a thin black hoop through ever so softly.

Barty’s magic encased the little hoop. Protection and claim. Was it supposed to feel this easy? For love to change into something more. For someone who’s been a part of his life since forever to fill the space within himself he’s been longing for to feel whole?

Is it possible for as much as he’s hurt to feel loved by the boy who was always there? Is it even possible to feel this much of everything for the best friend you’d defy magic for?

“What does it do?” Reg choked out. What else could he possibly say as his lover’s magic bled into his skin.

Barty smirked and stretched his legs under Regulus, pressing kisses on his lips, “Let’s me know where you are…” kiss “...who you’re with.” kiss.

Somehow he didn’t feel the weighing pressure of possession when Barty did it. Perhaps it was that, as much as he was Barty’s, B was also his. Entirely. Extrinsicly.

It felt good to have someone completely. Someone he didn’t need to hide the darkest parts of himself for. Someone he could just exist with. Someone who would love his silence.

“Thank you.”

Reg felt Barty still his lips on his throat momentarily before his hands came to his chin, tilting it so their eyes could meet. “Never fucking thank me for loving you how you should’ve been.”

His lover’s eyes blazed hot, rings indenting in the flesh on his waist. The thing about B that almost everyone failed to realise was that as much of an unhinged idiot he was, he was also fiercely loyal to his friends.

But Reg knew him down to his every fiber and he needed B in him immediately. How good it was to feel loved in the light.

“Then fuck me like he couldn’t imagine.”

—

The weekend came before he could comprehend it.

Cissa and Bella would be visiting. His sisters for life. His cousins who clung to him when Andromeda ran away, the ones who held him when Sirius left without a goodbye.

They were there for both the gilded cage and tentative freedom. They helped him come into his role as heir, the power he now held as there was no one else to wield the Black name.

Though he adored them and all their unhingedness he knew he’d have to stop them from slitting Potter’s throat while he walked through the great hall. He would also have to stop them from cursing Evans with some obscure spell.

As much as he hated her he didn’t actually know how much she knew of their relationship or what fucked up shite Potter spewed to her.

Thinking about it he should just let them kill Potter. But then again who was he to take that luxury from B and himself.

“Sweetheart!” B sing-songed as he wrapped his arm around Reg’s waist, “You look extra gorgeous today.”

Barty pressed a kiss to his temple as he led them through the castle to meet up with their friends who decided to get breakfast while he and B slept in. They were both matching in Black.

A statement of them together with him in a black turtleneck and trousers with a long coat. B however wore his leather jacket with surprisingly a shirt tucked in and fitted trousers. His lover dressed to impress his cousins as much as he wouldn’t admit it. That and they also knew them going out together would no doubt get back to his mother.

While she didn’t care if he was gay he knew she would question his ability to provide heirs to the house. Then again as Sirius left without a word she’d been on her best behaviour so he wouldn’t leave. That and his father had been reigning in her most unpleasant tendencies.

“Sexy!” Dorcas, Evan and Pandora whistled as they met them by the doors.

“Huh, I didn’t know you owned nice clothes Barty.” Ev laughed and ran as B went to swat him.

Bruce and Severus were there too but both paid them little attention, too caught up in their debate that Reg was pretty sure was foreplay. Dora came to take his arm in hers as they watched Ev and Barty playfully fight each other like the idiots they were. Cas of course was commenting as if it were a quidditch game.

When they were finished, B came back to him with an arm thrown around his shoulders. They then made their way down to Hogsmeade and into Honeydukes where Reg bought them all whatever they wanted. It was a routine he picked up from Cissa.

After a few hours of wandering, lunch finally rolled around for them to head to the Three Broomsticks where Bellatrix and Narcissa would meet them.

“REGGIE!” Bella screamed, waving wildly and drawing the stares of everyone in the vicinity.

“Lovely to see you too Bella.” Reg was pulled into a bone crushing hug by the wild girl. She suddenly pulled back to look at him, taking his chin in her hand and tilting his head here and there.

“Don’t smother him Bells.” Cissa smiled, taking him into her arms with a firm squeeze.

“You’re both smothering me.” Reg groaned trying to release himself from her grip but soon gave up when Bella joined. He fell limp as his friends laughed at his misery.

When they finally let go Barty took his hand in his as the girls led them to a table at the back of the pub. Secluded enough to give them space yet still in the company of noise. His friends didn’t stay long however as they all suddenly had somewhere else to be.

“We’ll see you later Reg.” Dora kissed his cheek as the others greeted his cousins then they all left. Dora skipped away with Cas while Ev made a beeline for Pete and followed them.

Strange and worrisome to his sanity.

“What did you put them up to?” He whirled on Bella and Cissa as they sat. Both of whom just smiled at him, each patting his cheek like a toddler.

“Nothing you need worry about Reggie baby.” Bella sing-songed yet the madness in her eyes were more pronounced than ever. A Black family side effect that they all suffered from; loyalty to blood and magic.

“The last time you told me not to worry your fiance was found dead, drowned in his own blood.” Regulus eyed her as she shrugged.

He was so going to have to obliviate someone by the end of the day.

“Now tell us everything.” Cissa’s lips pulled into her stalker-esque smile as he began telling them things they didn’t know and plans he was sure they already modified.

They talked and gossiped with certain names spoken loud enough to feed the rumours until curfew fell. Bella and Cissa were masterminds and who was he to not let them have their fun.

—

Regulus took him to the kitchens that night, having asked the elves that were bloody obsessed with him for some time alone. His little prince wanted to bake for him.

Something sweet to satiate him.

Candles lit the entirety of the Hogwarts kitchen. Ingredients littered across the table with pots and pans here and there. He remembered when Reg told him he learnt to bake from his house elf. He’d laughed and laughed until the boy knocked his front tooth out.

That was the first time Barty knew he’d forever be obsessed with the boy. The first time he’d felt something other than anger or the swirling edge of insanity. He felt still for the first time in his life.

“Sweetheart…”

“I’ll make your favourite. Firewhiskey tiramisu.” Reg smiled something sweet, almost pure if it wasn’t for the flash of teeth. He was going to eat him alive and Barty would willingly offer himself as sacrifice.

Regulus outstretched his hand and Barty instantly grabbed hold as if it was his only lifeline. They got to work in the company of some French wizarding band playing softly on the wireless.

Barty couldn’t keep his eyes off of Regulus as he worked his magic, a piece of him always touching the other boy. He gave up helping halfway through instead he watched as Reg applied the finishing touches.

His heart was fully corrupted by a love he never thought was possible.

“You’re the sanest parts of me, pretty boy.” Barty whispered, moving to grab him fully, tracing his nose tracing the planes of Reg’s face, down his neck and simply basking in his presence.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.Mine.Mine.Mine.Mine.Mine.Mine.Mine.Mine.Mine.Mine.

Possession never tasted so good.

Inch by inch Barty undid his linen shirt pressing kisses into his flesh with each button undone. The dessert, completely forgotten. Only Regulus could bring him to his knees in a worship so reverent even mother magic would be jealous.

“Let me show you what addiction feels like, sweetheart.” Barty stood, licking his lips before grasping Reg’s neck and backing him up into the kitchen counter, the other hand sliding into his trousers.

“Fuck yes.” Regulus moaned into Barty’s ear, tugging on his hair to pull him closer. He wanted to be in Reg’s very blood or rather the magic that pulses through his veins. He wanted his little prince tattooed onto his bones, never to be separated.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?”

A high-pitched scream interrupted them momentarily pausing their devotion. Yet they didn’t break away from each other, only turning to see what idiot had stumbled upon them.

Turns out it was Barty’s lucky day, as a sacrifice ran themselves right onto his altar to his lover. Oh how fun it’d be to pick their bones out of his teeth.

Potter and the lesser Black stood with his whore and the wolf. Pete stood next to Lupin at the back of their group, smirking. A plan perhaps but whose?

“Are you simply going to gawk or are you here to see me fuck him?” His sweetheart raised a brow at the offending group, hands still gripping his hair.

“W-what?!” The idiot Black screeched, making both him and his lover roll their eyes.

“Have you gone stupid since you left?” Reg asked both parts curious and exasperated, making Barty cackle at his vicious prince, pulling him ever so closer.

The cheater let out a choked sound yet Barty didn’t pay him any attention. His eyes were only for his love. His hands now on Reg’s slutty waist as the boy in question moved in front of him, nails piercing skin.

“I knew it.” Potter accused.

“You know nothing.” Regulus sighed already done with this bullshite, “Now if all of you would please leave so I can proceed to get fucked by my lover it would be so much appreciated.”

“It’s public.” The Evans girl muttered aghast as if fucking a taken man wasn’t any less debauched. Thus he said as such.

“Darling.” Reg shook his head and pulled him back by the hoop of his trousers. Sexy. He’d fall to his knees if Reg wanted him to right then and there.

“You and him.” Potter bit out but he didn’t get out much more as Reg whirled on him. 

“Yes James,” His obsession began slowly as if talking to a child, “I’m fucking Barty. But unlike you I waited until I was single to let him bend me over his bed and slide his cock down my throat,”

“You fucking— ” Pete cast a silencing charm before Barty could jump him.

“What fucking lies are you on about this time?” The lesser Black screeched again.

His sweet released him instantly and like the faithful soldier he was he acted.

“Ask your dickmate—” B scowled, conjuring a butcher’s knife and pressing it against the fucked Black’s throat. “—before blabbing shite that you know nothing about.”

Everyone froze besides his sweet who leaned elbows back on the counter taking in the show, a grin raising the edges of his lips. His obsession looked delectable, pupils blown wide and shirt unbuttoned.

Lupin was the first to break yet before he could move Reg had them all wandlessly petrified…except Pete of course. “No moving until B’s finished.”

“You’re very fucking lucky my sweet needs you alive and unmaimed. If not I’d have your head spiked like the elves in Wally’s kitchen.” Barty moved close enough so only Sirius Black could hear.

“You’re insane.” Black cursed.

“And obsessed get it right.” Barty paused, grabbing the boy by his collar and dragging him closer to Regulus even as the boy struggled and cursed his entire bloodline. Not that he gave much of a fuck about his demented father.

“He’s the only reason both you and Potter are still alive. Remember that the next time you open your mouth. Now leave.” Barty barked, tracing the knife along the lesser’s chin and drawing blood. He felt alive.

“You don’t command the Hogwarts kitchens.” Sirius gritted out, still a fight even though he lost.

Reg sighed from behind him, unsticking their audience before calling out to one of his adoring elves, “Mippsy!”

“Good Messer Regulus! Want Mippsy and the other elves to remove the unwanteds from yer date?” The elf beamed up at his Regulus who smiled at her and warmly asked her if they wouldn’t mind.

His little prince was sweet like that.

Suddenly the kitchen was filled with elves shooing the idiot squad —minus Pete — out. When all besides Lupin and Pete began to argue with the creatures, they simply apparated them out leaving the two silents behind.

“You’re friends.” Lupin looked like he wanted to ask and say more yet he refrained and simply glanced at Pete who nodded and then to him and Regulus.

“I’m dating one of them therefore I practically am one of them.” Pete rolled his eyes at the statement they’d drilled into him from the moment he started seeing Ev.

“Too right.” B mimicked a toast.

“Now if you’ll excuse us. He has to take care of the idiots while I see my boyfriend.”

“Do NOT fuck on my bed this time.” Reg mock shivered.

“No promises.” The boy smirked before pulling a dumbfounded Lupin along.

They were finally alone. Taking Regulus into his arms, knife still in hand, Barty grinned hopefully, raising said knife.“Our time?”

“Our time.” His sweet grinned, licking the slight blood on it before crashing his lips onto his.

Life was so fucking good.

Meanwhile in the Gryffindor common room underneath layers of illusion charms were Severus and Pandora, cackling as step three was completed.