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Being Dead - for heidi8 - regulus/barty crouch jr - NC-17
Title : Being Dead
For :heidi8
Pairing : regulus/barty crouch jr
Prompt : firewhisky
Words : 270
Rating : NC-17 – hah!! And all without actually being able to write either of them!
Regulus didn't miss the Wizarding World, exactly.
He didn't miss his sanctimonious brother; he didn't miss the tame werewolf; he certainly didn't miss the Death Eaters who had been sent to kill him.
It was quite nice, being dead.
Believed dead.
He could wander down Diagon Alley, with a hood pulled low over his face; he could buy the Quidditch magazines he missed so much, living in the Muggle world.
And living in the Muggle world was easy; being without ties, nothing to keep him in one place.
He could take a Muggle bloke home from a club, fuck him through the mattress and Obliviate him afterwards.
No ties.
Which made this so maddening.
Why should he tie himself down to someone who would never even realise it?
Never appreciate it.
At first he'd just felt some vague kindred connection to young Barty Crouch; everyone thought that he was dead, too.
After being given the Kiss, they hadn't even bothered taking him to Azkaban; he'd been left, wandering in the forest.
Ex-Death Eater; orphan; disappointment.
Officially dead.
Regulus had taken him back to his flat; bathed him, dressed him, fed him.
And now he rarely went to clubs, anymore.
He'd admire the handsome face, completely devoid of emotion.
He'd share a bottle of Firewhiskey with his blank eyed room mate.
Then he'd stand, free his cock and push Barty to his knees.
The heat of the whiskey left in Barty's mouth would engulf his cock and he'd come down his slack throat.
And all without the need to chat someone up, in a smoky club.
Or for an Obliviate, afterwards.
Title : Being Dead
For :
heidi8Pairing : regulus/barty crouch jr
Prompt : firewhisky
Words : 270
Rating : NC-17 – hah!! And all without actually being able to write either of them!
Regulus didn't miss the Wizarding World, exactly.
He didn't miss his sanctimonious brother; he didn't miss the tame werewolf; he certainly didn't miss the Death Eaters who had been sent to kill him.
It was quite nice, being dead.
Believed dead.
He could wander down Diagon Alley, with a hood pulled low over his face; he could buy the Quidditch magazines he missed so much, living in the Muggle world.
And living in the Muggle world was easy; being without ties, nothing to keep him in one place.
He could take a Muggle bloke home from a club, fuck him through the mattress and Obliviate him afterwards.
No ties.
Which made this so maddening.
Why should he tie himself down to someone who would never even realise it?
Never appreciate it.
At first he'd just felt some vague kindred connection to young Barty Crouch; everyone thought that he was dead, too.
After being given the Kiss, they hadn't even bothered taking him to Azkaban; he'd been left, wandering in the forest.
Ex-Death Eater; orphan; disappointment.
Officially dead.
Regulus had taken him back to his flat; bathed him, dressed him, fed him.
And now he rarely went to clubs, anymore.
He'd admire the handsome face, completely devoid of emotion.
He'd share a bottle of Firewhiskey with his blank eyed room mate.
Then he'd stand, free his cock and push Barty to his knees.
The heat of the whiskey left in Barty's mouth would engulf his cock and he'd come down his slack throat.
And all without the need to chat someone up, in a smoky club.
Or for an Obliviate, afterwards.