death and commitment
Evan~
“Stop moving!” scolded Evan. Barty froze, finally staying still. Evan resumed brushing through the front of the hair with the dye. This time it was green, just like their uniforms. Barty often asked him to do this before a party, wanting a new look.
They’d been talked into going to another Gryffindor party, as if the first one hadn’t been torture enough. In truth it hadn’t been so bad, Evan had missed a good portion of it, too busy with other… Exploits. He tried not to think too hard about that. He tried even harder not to think about the many willing partners who would be preying on Barty all night. Instead he focused on the perfectly still boy sitting between his legs. No, that was somehow worse. Predictably, Barty began to fidget again.
“Can’t help it,” he told Evan, before he could complain again, “You almost done Evs?”
“Almost,” Evan replied, coating a few more strands in the dye.
“Does it look hot?”
“We haven’t washed it yet, idiot,” retorted Evan. Barty sighed dramatically.
“Will it look hot?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see.” Barty released another dramatic sigh. “Ok, done,” he announced, leaning back to inspect his work. Not bad, even if he did say so himself. He got up from his place on Barty’s bed and went to put the plastic gloves in the bin. He never understood why Barty always wanted to dye his hair the muggle way, probably an extra ‘fuck you’ to his father. He returned to the bed and Barty (still sitting on the floor) had started painting his nails black and green to match his hair. Evan made sure to set a timer and sat down next to Barty on the floor. “Can’t believe Reg has got us going to another one of these,” he grumbled.
“I enjoyed myself last time,” commented Barty easily, casting Evan a meaningful look.
“Did you now?” asked Evan, arching an eyebrow.
“Oh yes,” agreed Barty enthusiastically, he leaned back, turning his attention to his nails, “Although…”
“What?” asked Evan bluntly, who never had time to play Barty’s little games.
“There was this one boy,” elaborated Barty, clearly delighted he’d piqued Evan’s interest, “Such an arsehole. Kissed me without asking, not that I usually mind that so much, but he was so forceful about it. I pushed him off but he just did it again. I mean, what a fucking dickhead, right?”
“What happened after that?” demanded Evan, who didn’t remember seeing Barty with any boy like that, and was internally kicking himself for not keeping a closer eye on him.
“I got rid of him,” said Barty mildly, waving it off.
“Want me to kill him for you?” suggested Evan.
Barty turned to him, eyes gleaming.
“How would you do it?” he asked.
“I’d slit his vocal chords so he couldn’t call for help, then I’d cut him into little pieces, keeping him alive as long as possible, and once he was dead I’d dissolve his bones and feed his flesh piece by piece to the Giant Squid.”
“Interesting,” hummed Barty happily, leaning in close. Evan’s heart skipped a beat. “There was no guy like that actually,” admitted Barty suddenly. Evan blinked.
“What?”
“I made it up. There was no boy like that.”
“Why?” asked Evan incredulously.
“I was just checking something,” he said lightly. Evan frowned at him. What kind of a thing was that to joke about?
“Whatever,” he spat. He had the awful feeling that he’d shared too much. Let his walls down too low.
Barty~
He could tell his little test had upset Evan, so he did what he thought would make things better. He jumped up and attacked him.
“Watch it!” hissed Evan, trying to push him off. When Barty refused to relent he launched himself against him, toppling the taller boy so that he landed on the floor. Barty struggled for breath, perhaps because he’d just been winded, and perhaps because Evan was on top of him, pinning him down. He tried to sit up but Evan held his neck, stopping him. “Don’t ruin your hair!” he chided. Barty laughed.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Rosier.”
“Shut up.”
Before Barty could reply with a characteristic ‘make me’, Evan was already leaning down to kiss him. Barty gripped the back of his shirt, not caring that he was ruining his nails, or Evan’s clothes. They’d never done this horizontally before. Evan had never been the one to initiate it before. Barty was giddy with the novelty of it all.
He quickly began to bite at Evan’s lips, unable to help himself. The hand around his neck was gentle, reassuring even. Evan had just started to move down to his jaw when they were rudely interrupted (how annoying).
“Disgusting,” groaned Caius Avery, who’d come up to retrieve something from his trunk and caught them in the act. "Right in the dorm?"
Barty flipped him off with both hands.
“I hope you bust your kneecaps, Avery,” he scorned.
“Anything to get that,” he gestured to the two of them, “Out of my mind.”
Before he’d even left Barty was kissing Evan again. There was another groan and then the sound of the door opening and closing.
“No dye on my face!” chastised Evan as Barty leaned too close and brushed his forehead with the green tips of his hair.
They carried on until the timer went off, and Evan helped him wash the mixture out of his fringe. Evan himself had to wash his face to remove all the green marks, but they were still faintly visible. Barty took a little pride in this. Not only was Evan’s face and hair tinged slightly green, there was a purply red mark on his neck. By the time they were dressing for the party (after Evan had complained endlessly about the nail varnish stains on his shirt) Barty was practically beaming with pride.