I've Just Seen a Face
Warning: Readers' discretion is advised. The following may depict graphic scenes of violence, gore, and sexual activity
1968
I've just seen a face, I can't forget the time or place, where we just met, he's just the boy for me and I want all the world to see we've met.
James walked into the bar. It was a closer joint than he usually went to, but it was a bar known for being where queers met up so he doubted anyone who knew him would mention they saw him there. He had been good lately, his official mortality rate was a mere one point seven percent while his actual mortality rate was hovering around three point eight. So there was some wiggle room for his research.
Had it been another day, I might have looked the other way and I'd have never been aware but as it is I'll dream of him tonight.
He looked around the sparse room. There were few people, just a crowd of men in suits in the corner smoking cigars and laughing loudly. And at the other side of the bar, a man was sitting alone. He was petite with curly black hair. His type.
Fallin', yes, I am fallin' and he keeps callin' me back again
James had no problem picking any type of person for his research. Usually, he would go for patients between the ages of sixteen to thirty-five. Occasionally he would want to research geriatrics or pediatrics, but generally, young adults were the best. Though, besides age, he tended to go for any race, gender, or sexual orientation. Non-white victims were easier targets because he wouldn't have to worry about police investigating their deaths as much. Men were hard to get. It was difficult to convince them to get into his truck, which was why he often would go to popular hang-outs for homosexual men.
Going to these locations was the safest because even if he got recognized, most of their customers would go to great lengths to not out themselves to the unaccepting public.
I have never known the like of this, I've been alone and I have missed things and kept out of sight but other boys were never quite like this.
James approached the man, leaned on the bar beside him, and said with a smirk, "So, is this a good place to hang out?"
Without turning his head to look back at him, the man responded, "Oh yeah, the best," with a sarcastic tone.
James grinned at him. He was a tough one. "I’m trying to find new places to hang out," There was a long lull in the conversation where he still refused to turn his face to him, "You're ignoring me."
"I'm trying to," he responded dryly.
"You shouldn't do that," James said. At this point in the conversation, he would usually be leaving. There was no need for the hassle but this time, there was just something about this man. He wasn't the usual patient.
"Why not?" He asked with a tone that showed he didn't actually care.
"Because I'm someone you need to get to know to love." What was he doing? This was not the usual line he went with.
"Really?" He scoffed.
"Definitely." James grinned. He felt almost comfortable talking to this man as if he was a peer.
"So if I know you, I'll love you?" he asked.
"Definitely." He responded.
"You really like yourself, huh?" The man asked asked.
"What’s not to like?" James responded. He always knew the next line to say, but now he was blanking. "So what's your story?"
"I don't have a story, I'm just a boy in a bar." He responded. He needs to just walk away. Find someone else, someone simpler.
"I'm just a guy in a bar, too." He responded. Finally, the man decided to look up at him. His face was hard and cold with beautiful delicate features, but his eyes, they were full of something that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Many people say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Through this man's eyes, James could see one thing for sure. He was not a patient.
The corner of the man's mouth turned as he smiled mischievously up at him. "Do you want to get out of here?" He asked.
It was his ticket. If he wanted him, he could have him. The man had surrendered.
"Yes." He answered dryly.
"My place or yours?" He asked, resting his hand on his chest.
He knew he should say his. He always said his.
"Yours."
The pair got up from their stools and walked to out of the room, his hand resting on the small of his back.
Once they exited, the cool breeze hit his face and he turned to face the man, "Would you mind driving? I'm a bit inebriated."
He laughed slightly, "Sure but I’m a crap driver,"
"I’m sure better than me right now," He held out his arms and shrugged.
The man guided them to his sleek, baby-blue car.
The man opened the passenger seat door for him then he entered the car and sat down. The bottle of chloroform sealed shut nuzzled next to a cloth in his jacket pocket.
They drove together in silence for a few minutes, all the while he gripped tightly onto the handle of the door. James changed his mind, there was no state in which he was a worse driver than the man sitting next to him. His large house wasn't too far from the bar they had left.
"You live here alone?" He asked as they entered the pitch-black house.
"My parents are dead, they left me the house." He responded nonchalantly as if his orphanization meant nothing to him.
"Sorry to hear that." He responded dutifully. He ignored his comment. Instead, the man slammed the door behind them and pushed James against the wall, pressing his lips against his. He was taken aback by his forward, take control attitude. James didn't often indulge in sexual activities, he had other carnal desires that he prioritized. He didn't like inviting others into his private life, he liked control, he liked organization, and inviting a patient into his life was just an unnecessary complication.
Fallin', yes, I am fallin' and he keeps callin' me back again
He kissed him back, pushing him a little to regain dominance. His try for dominance was unsuccessful, as the man pulled back a little, then harshly pushed him back into a new room.
Then with one final shove, he fell back, tripping onto what he assumed was a sofa. He walked around, then delicately climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. This would not do. He reached around his torso and swiftly flipped them over so James was lying on top of him. He then instigated a deep kiss as the man’s hands moved to unbutton James’ shirt and pull it off.
Once the shirt was gone, they moved to remove the rest of their clothes.
“Do you have any…?” James asked.
“Yeah,” The other man breathed, “supplies are in the coffee table drawer.”
Before James could question why this man kept lube and condoms in his coffee table, he had already reached them and got distracted.
Then abruptly, James began to fuck him with his fingers. The man was moving his hips fervently when James removed his fingers without warning and thrust his hard dick into him. He started off attempting to make equally timed-out, meticulous thrusts. But instead, they became passionate, like a hammer pounding, pounding, pounding into a skull. Hitting, cracking, breaking, until finally shattering the bone, and turning the human body's most prized possession, the brain, into a pile of useless, dismantled flesh.
Fallin', yes, I am fallin' and he keeps callin' me back again
The next morning he was awoken by a shirt being thrown over his naked body. An act made to preserve modesty that didn't exist between the two people.
I've just seen a face I can't forget the time or place where we just met he's just the boy for me and I want all the world to see we've met
"I need to go so you need to leave." The man demanded. His lower half was covered by a knit blanket that was draped around his hips. James nodded and groped for the rest of his clothes, first grabbing his boxers and then his pants. Once the lower half of his body was covered, he held out his hand to the man who was watching him. He plastered his face with his notably charming smile and said, "James Potter."
He responded, "Regulus Black- wait- are you the surgeon James Potter?"
"One in the same," James said.
"I'm about to start my surgical internship at St. Godrics." He explained.
"So we are going to be working together." He stated, grinning a true grin.
"I guess we are." He laughed. "Would you like a ride to the hospital? I drove you here so- there's no need to call a cab if we are headed to the same location."
"That would be great." He responded. "Though, would you mind if I drove?"
He raised an eyebrow in response then laughed, "I was trying to see how bad I could drive before you would make a comment about it."
Fallin', yes, I am fallin' and he keeps callin' me back again
He shook his head and laughed as he pulled on his shirt. He waited a few minutes as Regulus climbed upstairs and readied himself for the day. He came back down wearing a perfectly tailored button-down shirt with dress pants. He was wearing a bit too much jewelry for a surgeon but James wasn’t going to be the one to comment on it.
The pair climbed back into the car, this time, James opened the door for Regulus. James began the drive to the hospital, sitting next to the doctor.
Fallin', yes, I am fallin' and he keeps callin' me back again Oh, fallin', yes, I am fallin' and he keeps callin' me back again