"I need your help" Barty entered the room frantically
Regulus, who was lying in bed reading and drawing on a tablet, was startled and automatically stopped.
"And what do I get out of it?" Regulus pondered before asking, obviously Barty was desperate
"My eternal gratitude?" Barty paced back and forth in the room. "My shares in Liverpool?" He tried. "My autographed One Direction stickers? No, you already have those," he tried again. "I make that photo your brother uses to blackmail you disappear?" He stopped when he realized Regulus was considering the offer, but his friend declined. "I'll give you the white grand piano, the one that's in Italy."
Regulus's eyes gleamed. "I'm in."
"Thinking about it, I don't know if it's all worth it. My mother would kill me"
"It's either that or an interview with your father for Remus" Regulus negotiated
Barty sighed in defeat "fine"
"So what do you want?" Regulus was now sitting on the edge of the bed analyzing his friend who was standing in the middle of the room.
For Barty it was a simple answer "Evan Rosier"
"I think I've heard that name before" Regulus frowned trying to remember
"Blonde, tall, green eyes, full mouth, red lips" Barty highlighted the main points that made him lose his breath the first time he saw Rosier
Regulus rolled his eyes at Barty's description "Right, the guy you hooked up with on Narcissa's birthday at the beginning of the month"
"You told me he was your cousin"
"A distant cousin, French part of the family, you know I don't know them very well"
"It doesn't matter. There's a party tomorrow, I need you to come with me so I can make him jealous" Barty finally sighed as he revealed the plan
"Weren't you two seeing each other for the past few weeks?" Regulus asked, intrigued, remembering all the times Barty had canceled on him because he had to rush off when Rosier called.
"We went out a few times, but you know how it is" Barty approached, throwing himself on his friend's bed "yesterday he posted some stories enjoying Avery's party, that asshole, and I know he spent the night with other people at the party"
"Who told you that?"
"I saw other people's stories. Not exactly him making out with them, but you could tell he was… flirting?" For Barty, this was the most obvious conclusion, after all, Evan could have invited him to go together.
Regulus got the point "And you think making him jealous will help…?"
"For him to realize that he likes me" That's what Barty wanted "or just let me go for good”
"Have you ever thought that..." Regulus lay down next to Barty, both looking at the ceiling of the room "Let's say it works, and you guys start dating, exclusively with each other, what are you going to do when the holidays are over and we go back to London?"
Barty opened his mouth ready to respond, but then closed it "We'll figure that out when we get there," he concluded a second later.
It was the second week of their vacation in France. Part of Regulus' family lived in the country, and this year Narcissa decided to celebrate her birthday there. It was a boring party in a mansion far from the city. Narcissa was turning twenty-five, but most of the guests seemed to be over forty. Among the younger guests was Rosier, who at some point late in the night invited them to a nightclub.
The place was an exclusive club where mostly electronic music played and when they arrived the place was already full. They were quickly served a round of vodka and surprisingly an offer of drugs. Regulus and Narcissa, as good descendants of the boring old Black family, denied it. Barty took one, and when he looked in Evan's direction he found the Frenchman looking at him and smiling - Evan swallowed a pill right after Barty.
After that, the memories are a mess. Barty remembers dancing wildly, sweaty bodies pressed against his, more toasts of drinks, Evan pressing his hips together to dance, him smelling something, Evan kissing his neck, more drinks, Evan squeezing his waist, pressure of Evan's cock into her ass. Evan
He woke up the next day in an unfamiliar room, with Evan walking in wearing only a pair of pants.
And that's how it started.
Although Barty had no recollection of their first time together, the subsequent encounters were incredible, making it worth canceling any plans just to be with Rosier. The problem began to arise when their meetings stopped being solely about sex, and instead involved outings to underground bookstores, questionable art exhibitions, concerts of unknown rock bands. He found himself increasingly entangled and captivated by this Frenchman who, theoretically, should be as snobbish as the entire Black family, to which Regulus belonged
"How will we do this?" Regulus asked as soon as they parked in front of an already busy house. The party was at the Greengrass mansion, about thirty minutes away from the Black family home.
It wasn't the first time Barty and Regulus had pretended to date to make someone jealous or to push someone away. The rules were basic, kisses only if extremely necessary, anything other than that was valid.
"Let's go in there, enjoy the party and you won't leave my side under any circumstances, the rest we'll decide on the spot" In Barty's mind the whole scene was ready, and the first moment Evan saw the two of them together he would have a fit of jealousy, grabbing Barty into the nearest room and kissing him possessively.
Regulus nodded in agreement and looking into the party in doubt, Barty appeared at his side holding his hand "There are a lot of people here" he observed as he entered the house
"Come on, let's get some drinks" Barty led Regulus through the crowd trying to find the kitchen, where he would probably have more drink options.
Half an hour later, he still hadn't seen Evan. He and Regulus had already taken a walk around the pool area, they had already started a game of cards, and they had even danced – Regulus didn't like dancing when he was sober and because of the plan, they were both getting drunk.
They were in the kitchen preparing another drink for Barty when Evan appeared.
"Hey, you" He smiled as soon as he saw Barty, and was surprised as soon as he saw who was accompanying him "Reggie, I didn't expect you here"
Regulus corrected his posture, becoming more tense as soon as he saw Evan "I can't leave this one alone anymore" when he finished speaking, he approached Barty hugging him.
Okay, time to act, Barty thought, putting his free arm over Regulus' shoulder and taking a sip from the glass of drink that was in his hand.
Evan frowned at the scene, but the expression lasted only a few seconds.
"Doing a lot of work drinking around?" Evan asked as he grabbed materials from the counter to make his own drink.
"I wish that was all" Regulus snuggled closer to Barty "Bartemius thinks he can go out there and find someone better than me" he said with a mischievous smile
"Bartemius?" Evan's questioning expression increased, and he looked at Barty for an explanation.
"Nevermind" With a red face Barty wanted to end the subject to which Regulus laughed
Taking the drink from Barty's hand and taking a sip, Regulus pulled him "Come on, let's dance" and as they left the kitchen he could feel Evan looking at him.
They headed to the dance floor, their experience guiding them as they knew exactly how to move their bodies, how to fit together, where to place their hands, how to sway - everything necessary to entice someone. They kept up this rhythm for a few minutes, and could feel Evan watching.
"He won't stop looking at us" Barty whispered into Regulus' ear, who was swaying slowly in front of him.
Regulus, upon hearing, pulled Barty's head further towards his neck "He's too slow"
"Hm" Although he was dancing sensually with Regulus, Barty decided to look back at Evan, who after a few minutes looked away and left the field of vision "urgh"
"What?" Regulus asked as he turned to face Barty
"He's gone"
"What? Where to?" Regulus looked around.
"He must have gone to the party, come on, let's sit down" Barty was discouraged, which lasted a few minutes, he found Evan with a group playing pool, and from the armchair where Barty and Regulus had sat, they had the perfect view of Evan.
Barty had Regulus sitting on his thighs, looking at Evan from across the room who from time to time looked away from the game at the supposed couple.
"What do you think I need for him to do something?" Regulus asked, looking at Barty and wrapping his arms around her neck.
"I have no idea" Barty looked between his friend and Evan "grab me willingly and then I'll try to talk to him" Regulus rolled his eyes at the request but did it anyway
Snuggling even closer to Barty, Regulus distributed kisses on his neck, to which Barty pulled him even further into his lap "Remus is going to owe me a lot" Regulus whispered into his friend's neck
Barty gasped smiling, he closed his eyes for a few seconds and when he opened them he found Evan with a closed expression. To irritate him even more, he squeezed Regulus' waist with one hand and placed the other between his friend's legs.
"A little exaggerated, isn't it?" Regulus lifted his head and faced Barty, but was quickly pulled into a kiss. Following the plan, Regulus returned the kiss with equal intensity. When they separated, he went back to kissing Bart's face and neck, at the same time rolling on his lap "You're going to owe me a lot after this too" he said
Two things happened when Barty opened her eyes, which were still closed after the kiss.
First, Evan was furious coming towards him.
The second, he was going to die tonight
"Fuck" he said with fear in his eyes and pulling away from Regulus
"What?" Regulus was surprised by Barty's attitude
"Your boyfriend is going to kill me"
Regulus quickly got up from his lap and looked around the room in fear, finding James Potter coming towards him.
"What the hell is that?!" James was furious ready to attack Barty who stood behind Regulus
"James, no" Regulus heading towards him restrained him
"Barty, do you have a minute?" Evan, who arrived at the same time as Potter, asked, trying to contain all his anger.
Barty and Regulus looked at each other trying to figure out what to do "Go on, I'll handle things here" Regulus released him
Evan nodded to Barty to follow him. They went up together to the second floor of the house where Evan knocked on two doors before opening the third to an empty room.
As soon as Barty walked through the door he was pushed against it "What the fuck was that?"
Evan, who had his face very close, glared at him furiously.
"None of your business" Barty challenged him
"None of my business, hm?" Evan analyzed him for a few more seconds before letting him go "I don't like games, I don't know what you're used to but I don't like those things"
"What things?"
"You're with me or you're not"
"Save me the lecture. I saw you two nights ago at Avery's party, so you can go out and hook up with anyone, but I can't enjoy my boyfriend?" Barty snapped, irritated.
"Boyfriend?"
"Kind of a" Barty squirmed at the lie
Evan sighed and shook his head in denial "You never told me you had a boyfriend, I thought you two were just friends"
"It's complicated" Barty insisted on the farce
"Listen, I can't do this" Evan pointed at the two of them and then towards the door "Open relationship, it's not something I'm ready for. You're with me or you're not"
“What exactly is this?”
“Hm?”
“Avery’s party?”
“I didn't make out with anyone at that party, I don't know what they told you but nothing happened” Evan was walking around the room trying to relieve himself of the irritation he had
Barty was silent, not knowing what would become of their relationship now "I think I'm in love with you" the sentence came out suddenly
Evan stopped walking as soon as he heard Barty and softened his expression "I don't...I like you, but..."
"Reg is just my friend, he was never more than that, and that guy who arrived downstairs? It's James, his boyfriend" Barty explained "I should have asked you before anything, but I thought you didn't care.Not cared about me, not like I care about you"
"Is this to test me, trying to make me jealous?" Evan said seriously "I don't like games" Evan warned him as he approached Barty, who was still standing at the door.
"I'm not going to do this anymore," Barty agreed.
Evan pulled him by the waist, brought their faces closer, and Barty leaned in for a kiss that didn't come "Urgh, I hate remembering that he was kissing you minutes ago"
Barty moaned in protest wanting to bring their lips together. "If you don't kiss me now, you'll never kiss me again"
Evan moved a few centimeters away without understanding.
"His boyfriend is still there ready to kill me, so either you kiss and fuck me now or you might never get the chance again" Barty said too dramatically, but the memory he has of the end of that whole argument is the vision of Evan smiling for a second before completely attacking him.