Chapter 2
Evan Rosier knew he was fucking deranged. His mind was sick and twisted and it had always been that way. For a while, he thought he might be the only person who felt that way. Who liked bloodshed. Loved it even. He relished in it. Then he met Barty and for the first time ever, he felt whole. Like being around Barty made his heart beat more evenly. Barty was just as sick and fucked up as he was and seeing him practically bash a guys face in just because of a kiss on the cheek made Evan’s stomach swoop. It made his heart race in the same way it only did when taking a knife to his own skin to watch the crimson pour out, or the way the blood rushed to his ears when gutting open a rabbit from the garden. Barty was beautiful anyways, all sharp lines and messy hair, but there was something special about seeing him covered in the blood of a boy who got too close.
They were beyond codependent at this point. Regulus reminded them on a daily basis, but Evan couldn’t help the uneasy feeling he got when Barty wasn’t around. He almost got sick to his stomach if the other boy wasn’t close by. Plus, Barty was a flirt. All easy smiles just to get what he wanted. Test answers or notes he didn’t even need. Barty was smart enough to pass his classes without even studying, but he manipulated these girls into giving him the answers because he knew he could. Evan didn’t like it. He didn’t like seeing Barty smile at other people like that, but there was something about knowing the truth that he loved. Barty didn’t care about these people. If anything, he hated them. But watching him play everyone else like a fiddle was an amazing sight.
When he was younger, Evan truly believed he was a god. A God stuck in a child’s body. A God who could do anything and take life as easy as breathing.
Until he met Barty.
Barty was a god. The way he manipulated everyone around him just for fun was an art form. Flashing the Hufflepuff girls a charming smile and complimenting their eyes like he meant it before slithering right back to Evan’s side with a bruising hold. Every single time Barty slipped his hand in his and tangled their fingers together it was like Evan finally remembered how to breathe right again.
By their fifth year, things started to escalate. Evan saw a fourth year lean in a little close to Barty in the common room and almost snapped his wand in half. Vicktor Baldwin. A muggle born boy who Evan knew right then and there wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. After Barty’s little misstep the year before, that almost got him expelled, the two of them were more careful. So Evan waited. It took two days of light stalking during classes to memorize Vicktor’s schedule. He had a free period right before lunch that he usually spent studying in an empty classroom. That’s when Evan knew he was going to strike. Barty was in one of the only classes they didn’t share, so Evan took off down the hall, making sure to keep a good distance to keep his cover before the rest of the hallway cleared out.
“Hey! Vicktor! Wait up!” Evan called, jogging up next to the boy with an easy smile. Vicktor looked up with a smile.
“Hi, Evan.” He said simply, stopping in his tracks as Evan stopped next to him.
“You’re in advanced potions, right?” Evan asked easily. He waited for the confirmation nod he knew he would get before his smile grew. “You think you could help me with my homework? I’m not very good at potions and if I get another bad grade my dad will kill me.” He chuckled. Vicktor just smiled and nodded again.
“Yeah! Yeah, I can help! I was just on my way to study right now if you’re not busy! We can go over whatever you’re stuck on.” Vicktor offered. The poor naive idiot. Evan perked up and nodded along.
“Really? You’re the best! I’m free right now and I have the best study spot in the castle. Nobody knows about it so nobody will bother us.” Evan said, giving a light tug to his sleeve to follow him. “C’mon, I’ll show you.” Vicktor followed easily enough. Evan kept him distracted with small talk and a light amount of flirting. Batting his lashes and laughing in that light way he knew would catch the other boy’s attention. Anything to distract from the fact they were heading towards an abandoned wing of the school.
“This one.” Evan smiled, opening one of the doors to an abandoned classroom. He pulled Vicktor in with a light touch and a soft smile. The younger boy’s cheeks turned a light pink before following him inside without a second thought. Evan smirked, shutting the door behind them before grabbing Vicktor by his collar and slamming him back into the stone wall, hard. Vicktor let out a sharp yelp, eyes going wide with panic as Evan’s gaze turned hard.
“Do you think I’m fucking stupid?” Evan asked slowly. “You think I didn’t notice the little crush you have on Barty?” Vicktor’s eyes went wide, frantically shaking his head.
“N-No! No! I don’t think you’re stup-” He started before Evan slammed him back against the wall.
“Don’t lie to me!” Evan snapped. “I saw the way you were looking at him the other day.” He glared. “He’s mine. You don’t get to look at him.” Before Vicktor could even open his mouth to defend himself, Evan was lifting his want to his head. Whispering a single word with an unhinged smirk pulling across his cheeks. “Crusio.”
It went on for an hour. Until the period ended and lunch was starting. Evan stood over the slumped body on the floor as the fourth year twitched, unable to even form a real sentence. An hour of nonstop torture. After a while, using curses got boring. Evan got antsy and a little knife happy. Vicktor Bladwin laid on the floor, twitching in a puddle of his own blood. Mind turned to mush and covered in enough deep cuts his scars would put Lupin to shame. Evan crouched down, leaning in close to his ear. “You don’t get to look at him again.” He whispered. It was pointless. After the third round of the Cruciatus Curse, his mind was gone. Everything after that wasn’t even punishment anymore. Just a game for Evan to indulge in. With a single cleaning spell to himself to rid his robes and skin of the blood, he left the room, rushing down to the great hall to meet Barty outside. Evan saw him talking to Regulus before walking up behind him, wrapping his arms around Barty’s waist and hooking his chin on his shoulder. Barty smiled, turning his head to catch Evan’s lips in his own as Regulus let out a groan.
“You guys are ridiculous. I swear, you have some weird codependency issues.” Regulus mumbled. Barty rolled his eyes and shrugged.
“You’re just jealous. Isn’t he, Rosie?” Barty hummed. Evan nodded, pressing his nose to Barty’s cheek before planting a quick kiss to the skin.
“Oh yeah. So jealous.” He joked. Regulus only rolled his eyes and stalked into the great hall without them. Barty spun around in his arms with a frown.
“You’re late. Where were you?” Barty asked quickly. It was true. The walk back from the abandoned classroom took a bit longer than expected.
“I know, I’m sorry.” Evan sighed, leaning forward to catch Barty in another quick kiss. “It’s a surprise.” He smiled. “One you’ll like. You just gotta wait.”
By dinner that night, news around the school spread. Vicktor Baldwin was found a few hours later, by James fucking Potter of all people. Evan has no idea why the little prat was even on that side of the school, but it didn’t matter. Word spread after a while that Vicktor didn’t show for the rest of his classes and only a few short hours later, James Potter was rushing him to the hospital wing. By dinner, his parents had been informed and he was moved to St. Mungos for further treatment. Barty’s ears perked up at the news, head whipping to meet Evan’s eyes before grabbing his hand and dragging him all the way back to the dorms and up to their room.
“Tell me what you did.” Barty demanded, boxing Evan up against the door and latching his lips onto the exposed bit of neck above Evan’s shirt.
“The Cruciatus curse.” Evan breathed out, wrapping his arms around Barty’s neck and pulling him closer. “Then I took your pocket knife and carved him up so badly he’ll have more scar tissue than actual skin when he heals up.” Barty let out a little sigh against his skin, already reaching up to yank Evan’s tie off.
“Because he sat next to me the other day?” Barty asked and Evan nodded.
“He was too close and he’s a fucking idiot for thinking I wouldn’t notice.” Evan mumbled. “But I scrambled his brain so much he won’t be looking at anyone ever again. Especially not you.” He sighed as Barty’s fingers started unbuttoning his shirt.
“I fucking love you.” Barty breathed out, crashing his lips to Evan’s again. “Tell me everything.” Evan smirked, retelling the story in as much detail as he could as Barty ripped his clothes off.
Barty was his. Nobody else’s. And Evan had no problem whatsoever punishing the people who needed to be reminded. Nobody knew Barty like he did. Nobody could even begin to understand the connection they had and Evan made sure to make that point very clear.
Sometimes when they were curled up in one of their beds at night, Evan would lean in real close with a sick smile across his face just to whisper in Barty’s ear. “If you ever leave me, I will fucking kill you. You can’t leave me. Ever.” He meant it too and Barty knew it. They couldn’t be apart. Even during summer break, Barty would go stay at Evan’s for the whole summer. Evan’s parents were never around to begin with. They also didn’t really care what their son got up to. Pandora always spent most of the time with Lily anyways.
“You should have seen him.” Evan sighed, tipping his head back as Barty latched back onto his neck. “I’m shocked he didn’t bleed out.” He smirked.
“I can’t believe I missed it.” Barty mumbled against his skin, reaching up to tangle a hand in Evan’s blonde hair before giving a hard yank. Evan let a soft moan slip from his lips before pulling Barty back up to crash their lips together.
“We can do it together next time. I want you there.” Evan nodded quickly. “I wanna do it together.” Barty pulled back just enough to flash him a nasty grin before biting down on Evan’s collarbone. Hard.