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Music surrounded the dark atmosphere of the Slytherin Common Room. The feeling of drums next to him damaging his ears. Women and men dancing, screaming, laughing. The air filled with smoke and the smell of sex and alcohol.

Sixth- and Seventh-Years partying. Forgetting about the ever-growing war outside of their safe four walls. Snakes and eagles of the Dark dancing around the moon. Shining like lone stars who started to build a street of stars.

Regulus sits in one of the chairs left. Smoking his bit to the end. For days he was ignoring his boyfriend. Only remembering how his left arm burnt days ago when he knelt before a god. For worship. For freedom.

He knows if his sun would find out that screams and tears would fill the day. Joining the Dark is a betrayal of their design. But joining the Dark between this lone star is braveness and ambition.

So, he made his choice.

Now he just has to break up with James.

But Regulus is many things. One of them is being a selfish man.

How delicious it is to be selfish.

So yes, he takes the picture of Barty dancing as if nothing could stop him. Swinging his hip as if tomorrow does not matter. Looking his best friend up and down he knew how the night would end. The same time his thoughts about his boyfriend vanished.

Maybe it is inappropriate. Maybe it is humane.

Regulus never cared to be a good human.

He only cares to be the best. Or to get what he deserves.

Only a dumb person would not view Barty as a perfect catch. Someone playing the role of an obedient boy just too good. His father should have realized what trouble he caused.

Trouble Regulus wants to taste. Trouble was always forbidden. Through history it's known that forbidden things taste the best.

Time that Eve eats the apple.  

No wonder that he stood up and went to the dance floor. No wonder that he dances with all the lone stars.

Bodies touching each other. Everyone screams the lyrics of the song, no one hears it.

Provocatively Regulus touched the body of the woman he was dancing with. His hand went across her body. All the time his eyes were glued to Barty. How the boy followed the hand and then looked up to him. Regulus smirked.

Trouble.

He brings the body in front of him nearer to him. Slowly he put his fingers on her neck. Feeling the hairs. Feeling a pair of eyes.

How delicious jealousy is. 

From the side he sees how Barty went to the bar. Through the walk he knows he is planning something. Merlin, how perfect.

Regulus excused himself and went to the bar himself. Nonchalant. After all, even if no one would dare to criticize a Black, he has to stay in etiquette.

Regulus filled himself a new glass. Ignoring the stare next to him. A drop of the alcohol touches his skin. He licked it away. (Barty’s eyes never left.) A little devilish smirk dances on his face. Tasting his own victory.

Perfect.

“Regulus, my star.” Barty’s hand touches the face of Regulus. Forcing him to look at him. “Don't you have a boyfriend, darling?”

“Mhm, do I?”

Barty laughs. Loud and free. His hand went from his face to his neck. Trying to get their bodies closer to him. “Yeah, you do. Remember Mister I’m-A-Good-Person?”

Regulus dares to let out a little laugh. “I hope you don't describe yourself like that.”

Barty just smirked. His right hand on his face. Touching as it was sacred. As it was, Regulus invented magic for the world and the gods. But Regulus wanted more. He always wants more from Barty. 

So what if he dared to hold Barty’s hand and kissed it afterwards. So what if he looked at Barty daring him to continue. So what if Barty joined the game? 

No one can deny that Eve didn't like the apple.

“Follow me, darling,” Barty whispered. 

Normally he would not understand the talking happening. Normally he would ignore such a call. The devil in front of him kissed his neck, whispered sweet words, and licked his ear shell. Regulus answered.

For there has to be a sinner to let the sin exist.

Gladly he would take the task.

He kissed him between all the lone stars. Kissed him like he was drowning and Barty was his anchor. A fire burning inside of him. Connecting him with Barty on the other side. 

“Let's go somewhere else,“ Barty whispered. 

Barty held his hand and went with him to the boys dormitory. Opening the door to Regulus` room. So easy, so knowingly.

Their hand never left the other one’s body. Was always researching, touching and tasting.  

They closed the door with easinesses. Casted a silence and privacy charm. Clashed against each other. 

Barty’s mouth sucking his skin. Roughly grabbing his ass. Regulus let out a sound of desperation.

Merlin, he needs more.

Sin never tasted better.

“Please.”

He laughs. 

“More.”

“Do you know, my star,” Barty begins “how delicious you were? How delicious you are? Last week, when you were with the Dark Lord, my eyes never left you. You never looked as beautiful as then.” 

He pushed Regulus to the bed. Climbed over him. Stole his mouth before he could say something.

“And I thought your boy doesn't deserve you. He will never know how you look in submission. But more importantly he will never know your dominance. So please, Regulus, worship me.”

Barty changed their positions. Look at him begging. 

There is something with Blacks. That they reward good behaviour.

So, Regulus catches Barty’s mouth. Forced himself into it with his tongue. Devoured every little piece of a whimper and a moan. 

Clothing was being taken off layer by layer. His hands went to his lover's nipple. Playing with them while he was sucking his under lip. Barty moaned.

“Needy,“ Regulus went to attack his neck, and sucked his Adam apple. “Such a needy slut.“

Barty arched his back. His hard cock clashing against Regulus. “Fuck.“

Regulus smirked. Went down, down, down. His tongue following his new street. Tasting an ever loved sensation. “Please.”

“Yes, love? Do you want something?”

His own voice was strained. He himself was hard enough just to do it. Without preparation. Barty would take it so well. Fuck.

Barty let out an undefined loud. 

“Words, love.”

A whimper.

Regulus laughed. But still continued to go down.

“Just do it,” Barty begs.

“Like this?” He put a finger inside of Barty. Ignoring the moan he receives in response.

“Or maybe this?” He went down, mouth stretching around Barty’s cock.

“Please, please- fuck.”

Regulus continued with both of them. Just watching how Barty responded was art itself. The right angle and Barty let out a louder moan. Desperately starting to ruck his hip. 

He laughed while having Barty’s cock in his mouth.

“I’m go-”

Suddenly Regulus left his ass and his cock and whispered “But love, not like this.“

He positioned himself right before Barty’s entrance. Without warning he went inside. In that wet hole. Excited enough to let him come just with this sensation.

“Just like this, love.“

If Barty responded to that he did not hear it. Only the sin of flesh to flesh has his whole concentration. Only their moans were his prayers. His melody.

Filling him.

Tasting him.

Barty‘s nipple is again inside his mouth. Sucking. Tasting.

“Fuck, Reg, Reg-”

He went harder. Tearing the walls apart. Biting Barty lightly all over his body. 

“You’re doing so good, love.“

He felt how Barty was trying to scratch his back. His head fell not looking at Regulus but at the wall. Feeling the pressure of his abdomen.

“Reg- Com-”

Regulus placed the sweaty hair of his lover away from his face. “Cum for me, love.“

And how beautifully he did. 

Fascinated how he let himself fall towards Regulus‘ arms. “Perfect,“ he whispered.

Regulus felt how he came inside of Barty while he watched Barty‘s bliss. He pushed himself a few times before he stayed there. Inside of Barty. Kissing the mouth of his lover. 

They just stared at each other. Two maniacs having the eyes of love. 

“Will you stay here?,“ Regulus asked after a few moments.

Barty smiled. His face radiating peace. “I would love to.“

Regulus let himself out and laid next to Barty. Cuddled with his favorite boy. He only hears laughter and a cleaning spell before he falls asleep in Barty‘s arms.

-

Just a week passed. 

Regulus was with James. Enjoying the one arm put over his shoulders while James was helping a first year student.

But Regulus was eyeing someone else. Just someone who he spent many nights with was flirting his way. Jealousy in his soul.

At the moment Barty was raising his head just to see Regulus. He smirked and winked. A little smile made its way to Regulus' face. 

Yes, both of them were clear that they would always be each other. Barty will always be his. As he is always Barty’s.