No, I don’t like you. I don’t like your perfect crime.
Sirius groaned as he looked across the room at Barty. “Fuck,” he whispered.
“Hello, Mary.” Barty smiled at the woman, keeping his tone light and kind. “I was wondering if I could get a latte?”
Mary grinned, she had long since been good at hiding what she thought of a person behind a kind smile. “Anything else in it?”
Barty shook his head and smiled as she grabbed a cup to start making the drink. When Mary’s back was turned, he turned to look at Sirius, his smile dropping and his eyes taking on a dangerous glint. “Once I get my drink, you’re going to walk out of here with me,” he whispered, threateningly.
“And if I don’t?” Sirius whispered back.
“I have your address and I’ll take you.” Barty thought for a moment before adding. “And your precious Jamie, too.”
Sirius stiffened where he stood. No. Fuck no. He would never let Barty lay a hand on James. He loved James and couldn’t stand it if he got hurt and it was his own damn fault. “Fine.” He spoke quickly, willing the words out when all he wanted to do was run and scream for help. But the help wouldn’t come. It didn’t when he was a child, all of 7, screaming and crying and begging someone, anyone, to help him and his brother. To save them from the monsters that called themselves parents. It didn’t when he was a secondary student, drowning in coursework and running away from the monsters under his bed who were watching him and his brother tear themselves apart just for some validation. It didn’t when he came home from James’ rugby game to see Regulus, soaking wet, half-starved, and still choking up water on the Potter’s stoop, his teeth chattering as he looked up at Sirius, the tears in his eyes clouding the stars that usually rested there.
“Good boy.” Barty grinned sadistically.
Sirius felt bile raise up his throat, he never wanted to hear those words again, not unless it was from one of his partners. He thought the words had been ruined years ago when his mother and father had said them after he had come back “home” from the Potter’s. He, James, and Remus had planned to have a fun-filled summer but then one thing went wrong, and he had to go crawling back to Grimmauld Place with his tail tucked between his legs like a beaten dog.
And in a sense, he was one.
Then his boyfriend, best friend, and brother had taught him to love the praise again after he and Regulus got out and were free. But now, now here he is again. Someone that just wanted to use and abuse and discard him in the morning was saying what he thought of as one of his favorite praises, here, in an icy tone full of poison.
“Here you go,” Mary said with a smile as she slid the drink across the counter. “It’ll be £3.” Barty smiled at her as he handed her a 5.
“Keep the change,” he said, turning to leave.
Sirius smiled at Mary as he pulled out his phone and pretended to check for a call. “Ma is calling, so I’m gonna duck out and take this. Thanks, Mar, see you around!” He said following Barty out the door with his drink in hand and turning down the road where he saw the other man turn.
“What the fuck?!” Sirius whisper yelled, huffing in annoyance when Barty didn’t turn or address him in the slightest. “Where are we going?” Again, no response. Sirius just groaned and kept following Barty, bumping into him when the other man stopped suddenly.
Sirius’ confused complaint died on his lips when he felt a bee sting his neck, or rather, what he thought was a bee sting.
He realized too late that it wasn’t just a little sting, and he wasn’t fine when the world started to spin and darken, and he felt his legs collapse out from under him. He mentally whined when he dropped his coffee and heard Barty throw his forsaken cup into the trash with his own.
The last thing he heard as his vision turned fully black was Barty’s menacing chuckle.
When Sirius wakes up the first thing he notices is that he has no clue where he is. That and the stiffness in his neck.
When he moves his head to try and crack his neck, he feels something around it. He tried to reach up to feel for whatever was around it and winced when the rope holding his arms behind the back of the chair, he’s in chafing against his wrists. The ropes are tight, tighter than Remus has ever tied him up, taking care to use gentle ropes specifically meant not to mar his delicate skin and the scars covering his arms.
He groaned and blinked a few times, trying to clear the fog still lingering in his head. “What the fuck?” He grimaced when he heard Barty’s laugh from somewhere around him. He looked around trying to place the voice and see if he could recognize anything about the room he was in. The only thing he could tell was that it was a small apartment. Cleary, cleaning wasn’t on Barty’s to-do list as the room was a bit of a disaster. Take out containers littering the floor and the dingy counters, cabinets with nothing inside of them and missing doors, and a handful of dishes sitting in the sink. All of it told Sirius that either Barty didn’t actually live here or that he didn’t clean often enough.
Sirius stiffened in his binds when he watched Barty come around from his side, circling him like a vulture.
“Oh good, the puppy’s awake.”
“Fuck off, Crouch.” Sirius spat.
“What? Don’t wanna play nice?” Barty sneered down at Sirius.
“You fucking kidnapped me!” Sirius yelled, struggling against his binds.
“And you stole my boyfriend!” Barty threw his hands in the air angrily.
“I didn’t steal Reggie! He’s my brother!” Sirius defended himself.
Barty stopped circling him and came down to crouch in front of Sirius’ face. “Don’t fucking pretend that you treat him all innocently. I know what the fuck you two do when the lights are off.” Barty grimaced before rearing his hand back and smacking Sirius across the face.
Sirius blinked back tears, shocked by Barty’s violence and the force of the impact. “I- What?”
“You heard me, asshole. I know.”
Sirius’ mouth fell open. “W-we- We don’t!”
“Don’t fucking bother lying to me, I know. I’ve gone through your phone, Siri.” Barty groaned and rolled his eyes when he spoke, emphasizing the nickname that Regulus often called him. Barty laughed sadistically at Sirius as he pulled out his phone and unlocked it.
“How do you know my password?” Sirius asked, still trying to wrap his head around what was happening.
“I told you; I’ve been through your phone. Remotely, of course, but still.”
“Reggie will know! He- He...” Sirius looked down at his lap, falling back into the trauma response he learned from the years of abuse at his parents' hands.
“He what?” Barty goaded Sirius before continuing. “He won’t figure out a fucking thing. I can text him just like you would, he won’t know you’re gone. Not for a bit at least.”
Fuck.