Regalus Black was walking rapidly along to the halls of the death eater headquarters, his cloak billowing softly and his head held high in a commanding manner. He furtively glanced at his pocket watch, yep, nice and early he thought smiling.
Unexpectedly there was a noise, a small scraping sound to the right behind a dusty tapestry, slowing down he peered at it. Nothing happened, so he shrugged his shoulders walking on...
"Ahhh!" next thing he knew he was being dragged through the fabric by his ankle and was lying on the floor.
Unknown hands covered his eyes and he felt the pressure of another body on top of him,
"Guess who?" The voice said, actually that voice was kind of familiar...
"Barty?" he replied sheepishly to find a pair of lips crashing down on him,
He broke apart, taking a few rugged breaths, "hey what's with the theatrics?"
"Please, you know you like it," the other man muttered as he proceeded to place a few ghosted kisses down Regalus's jaw line.
Regalus fought to stifle a moan, "but we have a meeting"
Barty stopped abruptly, moving to face him, "which you're freakishly early for"
"Well... What if the dark lord notices? He'll know Barty" at this Barty raised a single eyebrow,
"do you think he's really going to be paying attention to our sex lives? Besides I think it's kinky, dangerous I like that." He smirked, to which Regalus's reply was a sour look.
"oh come on Reg, besides he wouldn't do anything about it even if he did know, you're his favourite!"
Regalus looked away at this, "no I'm not, Snape..."
"what? As if! He doesn't stand a chance with you around"
He smiled, "you mean it B?"
"Yeah you're like the ultra-death-eater-superhero!" Barty said, smiling lovingly down at him, Regalus just blushed lightly.
"well, you feeling better? Can i kiss you now?" Barty started and was instantly met by a pair of lips.
Fifteen minutes later the door to the meeting hall creaked open to reveal two smiling men, luckily for them they were only just on time, as they sat down a silence filled the room, no-one noticed the hand Barty slid under the table.