Chapter 5
pandora was planning an “intervention” for regulus because apparently he was “depressed.” he began going to bed around 7:30, and when pandora found out she made evan help her brainstorm what they could do to help him. pandora wanted to talk, but evan doubted that would do anything for regulus. he wanted to wait the two weeks till christmas to get him to the potter's but she thought it might get worse till then.
sometimes regulus had his bad weeks, but he would always rebound eventually. this particular blue period had been going on for about a month, but the longest was two when sirius left in their fourth year. that was actually bad, he stopped caring for schoolwork and got physical with barty all the time if he even indicated anything about sirius' absence or the way regulus was feeling due to it. he would come back from classes and sleep until dinner only to go back to bed after dinner was over. barty slept in his bed a couple of nights when his day was particularly terrible. barty had even recounted he saw silent tears sometimes.
teachers had run out of things to teach now that their semester had finished and the days were dreadfully long. evan and pandora did average, like they always did, and barty got nothing short of all o's. not that his father cared anyway. he was glad to be able to get away from barty for a bit, it would give him time to think about what he was gonna do about… them with a clear and un-clouded mind. lily would be coming over to stay the night and meet the twins’ grandparents. evan didn't really care for lily, but he was glad pandora was no longer running around with the malfoys.
occasionally regulus had been receiving letters from his mother assuring that everything was good and well at school.
“well reggie what has ms. walburga said this time?”
“not my name, bartimeus.”
“don't call me that.”
“in any case, she wants me to set my sights on one of the 28 girls.”
“they're not all terrible, like evelyn! wasn't she at your parents christmas party last year.”
“yeah we got high together and she admitted she was miserably in love with alecto carrow. not sure why, she's probably the anti-christ.”
“I thought you didn't believe in that shit.”
“I was giving an example.”
“well it could've been a better one.”
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evan lays in barty's bed for the last time until after the next two weeks. this time he just wanted to say goodbye before break.
“well evs, what do you want to do?”
“i'm unsure of these types of things. shouldn't you know?”
“this is about you baby, i'll go with whatever you decide.”
the thing is, evan did want barty. he wanted to cut into his body and carefully dissect what made him the way he was. he wanted to peel off his skin and make a jacket out of it, wanted to know why barty had chosen evan of all people. wanted to wake up to the feel of his barty's rough hands on him that he shoved off himself.
“I will entertain a relationship.”
barty grins and pulls evan closer.
“knew you would.”
“you know nothing about me.”
it's childish to feel that way evan knows, but sometimes it's hard for him to grasp his feelings about barty. because barty was everything he swore not to do, everything he thought was a waste of time.
“then why don't you tell me?”
“I can't.”
“why not?”
because if you knew me then you can hurt me and I don't know what it would be like to get hurt.
“because what else would you need to know about me to want to be with me.”
“I don't nedd to know anything else but I want to know you, evan. it's all i’ve wanted since first year.”
“why can't I know you too?”
“well do you want to?”
“why do you think i’m here barty?”
why do think I let you touch me?
“myriad of reasons baby, here, why don't we play a game, I get to ask you a question and you don't get to ask me one until you've answered truthfully. vice versa.”
“fine. who starts?”
“i'll go first. why did you let and reg be your friend?”
“because it was easier for me and pandora. if we found friends in the beginning we didn't have to do it later on. and regulus was like me in a sense, and to me you were an interesting case study.”
“what's that mean?”
“not your turn. why were you so promiscuous?”
barty huffs and lolls his head to the side to look at evan.
“the imperius didn't let me move how I wanted to, if I found a feeling or thing I liked I couldn't chase it because I physically couldn't. sex fulfilled that for me and it was something I could have that made me feel good. how did you and pandora do the switch?”
“it wasn't all that hard, pandora cut my hair and I put a growth spell on hers. we wore each other's clothes anyway so it was easy.”
“what about that?” barty says and motions his eyes down.
“what about what?”
“y'know.”
“I don't.”
“why don't you have tits? not that it's a bad thing or anyth-”
“pandora wanted them so we switched.”
“how?”
“blood magic.”
“interesting.”
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boarding the train home was easy enough with barty carrying all of evan's things. regulus was grouchy and had even almost snapped at pandora as they entered their compartment. the night before evan and pandora had spent an hour working to make their sleeping drought for regulus tasteless and odorless with barty as an unneeded assistant.
“dora can you just wake me up when we get to the station?”
regulus had moved to lay his head on the table, staying up for long enough for pandora to assure him as such. she had given him a tea with the sleeping drought, which he drank in all of two sips.
“so then I told slughorn if he gave lily more credit I would speak claims of favoritism and he-”
regulus slumps against pandora, almost hitting his head on the edge of the table in the process. pandora catches him in time and leans him against the wall on his side.
“do you think he'll be mad, evan?”
pandora looked worried, and evan couldn't blame her.
“would you rather him die a slow death rotting into the sheets of his bed?”
“no.”
“he'll understand pandora, we just have to give him time.”
“what if he doesn't?”
“then we can't do anything else.”
pandora reaches over at strokes regulus’ hair fondly. evan knows she worries about regulus, they all do. he hopes their plan works out. he hopes regulus will get the life he deserves. barty's hand brushes over his knee in what he thinks is reassurance. lightly, he brushes his fingers over barty's hand and looks over at him. the light brush of freckles he gets over summer are completely gone and his face is less tan than at the beginning of september. his face is passive and his eyes are bright, slowly, evan interlocks their hands before turning back to pandora, who has laid regulus across her body.
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getting regulus to the potter's was easy enough. all they had to do was glamour him to appear as a complete stranger and carry him out of king's cross. kreacher had been pacing around looking for him and even tried to get on the train to collect him and pandora had felt bad for the old elf.
they had gotten something to eat quick before apparating to the the potter's house, the holiday lights outside the house burning brightly as they removed the glamor on regulus and rang the bell before running to hide in by the side of the house. through the window, it was clear that euphemia had dragged him in by under his arms and called her husband, who came bounding down the stairs as if he was on fire. they immediately began examining his body for what evan assumed to be cuts and bruises.
james and sirius came down the stairs as monty went into the kitchen. the look on sirius’ face was heartfelt, and as soon as he sees his brother laying on the couch, he runs over and holds his head in his hands, attempting to shake him awake. the sleeping drought lasted about 15 hours and regulus should be awake in the morning. the lights around the fireplace reflect on james’ eye perfectly, and pandora points out the obvious tear threatening to run down his cheek while his lip begins to tremble.
“evan we should leave, he's okay now and lily is gonna be at the house soon.”
evan glances back quick at regulus, who is being covered by a blanket by euphemia.
“ok.”
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it was night time and the obvious silence of the house indicated evan’s aljada and aljadu had gone to bed and pandora had set up a silencing charm. he was reviewing the chart barty had written for him the previous month when a loud thump came from the end of the bed. instinctively, evan jumped back and looked to see the noise had been barty crashing onto his bed with a grin on his face.
“have you missed me?”
“what are you doing here barty? you never said you were coming over.”
“father wasn't in the most pleasant of moods so I thought if you'll allow me I could wait it out here?”
a bruise was already forming over barty’s eye, his lip was split and his nose was beginning to bleed.
“fine.”
evan gets up and grabs some bruise-repelling salve and his wand while barty moves up to evan's side of the bed. when he sits back down he goes to climb over barty, one leg on either side of him. thankfully barty doesn't say anything and he gets to work on carefully applying the layers of the salve so it stops the bruise from forming. having barty there like that, at evan's whim to heal, makes him feel reassured in his sense of his skill set. and maybe slightly light headed. he should probably check in with pandora about that.
he has to move slightly to the left to get closer to the side of barty's eye and his belt buckle had caught on the drawstring of his pants, forcing him to sit back on barty and untagle the two.
“you okay?”
“yes.”
the faster he gets to applying all the layers of salve the more he finds he wants to move his hips again. around the 4th layer he does, the friction making him shiver and by the seventh layer, he's doing it constantly now, biting his tongue as to not let out noises. when he finishes wiping the blood from barty's nose he keeps on wiping, stalling having to get off him.
“bunny what're you doing?”
evan whines and goes to bury his head in barty's neck, grabbing onto his shirt and moving faster in the process.
“baby what do you want?”
“you.”
“what do you want from me?”
“you know.”
“I don't, tell me, use that expansive vocabulary I know you have.”
“want you to make me feel good.”
“how?”
“you know.”
“you have to tell me evan, I can't read your mind."
"wanna have sex."
“thought my rosie would never ask.”
he grabs hold of evan's hips and flips their positions, evan going sprawling on his back. everything happens so fast, suddenly, all he has on is his shirt and there's two of barty's fingers inside him and he's rambling about stretching him.
barty grabs his wand and casts what evan assumes is a silencing spell and goes back to opening him up. he feels like he's on fire and the only thing he can feel is barty's fingers.
“think you're good bunny.”
barty makes quick work of taking off all his clothes and his cock slaps against his stomach when he takes off his underwear, making evan move back a bit in surprise. barty laughs to himself before pushing half his length in one go.
“you're taking me so good bunny, fuck.”
in truth, evan was struggling to breathe and barty was only halfway in. at first it had hurt, barty's fingers weren't as thick or long as the actual thing but after a bit the pain subsided to what evan assumed was pleasure. he could feel the peeling skin on barty's back from where he had scratched it, and ripping it off only seemed to encourage barty more.
the final push of all his length came and evan cried out into barty's shoulder, biting the skin and leaving a mark.
“fuck!”
“oh rosie I never hear you curse. you know how improper that is? you tell me all the time.”
“just- just-”
“you can't even get a question out.”
barty moves his face to rest in evan's shoulder, evan can feel the sweat on his face.
“it's okay bunny, daddy's got you.”
disgusting. evan was disgusting for wanting this.
barty reaches down to rub evan's clit and he cries out, arching his back into barty. he's going to break soon, he can feel it, apparently barty can too, because he starts going faster, dragging in and out.
“barty- barty."
“yes?”
“don't, don't stop.”
“please?”
“please don't stop.”
he doesn’t and surely evan orgasms, clenching around barty and whimpering against his shoulder.
“that's it baby, let it out.”
“don't do it inside.”
“contraception spell rosie, works 2 hours after sexual engagement, as you would say.”
“ok, ok.”
barty breaks too, and the feeling of barty finishing inside him is so foreign he doesn't know how to react. when moves out slowly, evan can feel the remnants of barty leaving him. he slumps against barty's chest and feels the touch of a cleaning charm on him and the sheets.
“how're you feeling, baby?”
“good.”
“i'm glad. you tired?”
“yes.”
barty turns off evan's light wordlessly and he falls asleep lulled to barty's heartbeat.
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