Chapter Two
Severus was working with his potions. He had managed to keep Regulus away from them. He knew what Regulus would do with them. He would do exactly what Severus was doing right now.
It was easier to try and create your own drugs than buy them from cocky Jamaican dealers.
As predicted, he and Regulus had shared joints, all of them mostly being smoked by Regulus, while trading sexual favors. Between these moments Regulus kept his tongue down Severus' throat and Severus enjoyed the feel of his hands constantly touching him.
The door opened and a woman walked into the apartment without warning. She wore a long winter coat and her long black hair was a scraggly mess. Her makeup appeared to be a day old. She looked at the potions with disdain. "What the hell are you doing, Severus?"
"Creating the new super drug. What about you, Bella?"
"Looking for my good for nothing cousin. He's here, I know he is. I can smell the pot, and he never leaves. It wouldn't make sense for him not to be here."
"What if I told he died?"
"I wouldn't believe you. I could smell his rotting flesh."
"I can smell yours."
"Cute." Bella picked up a beaker filled with a purple liquid. "What would happen if I drank this?"
"Not sure. It would probably eat up the lining of your stomach. You'll want to inject that directly."
"For someone who hates drugs, and hates his shagboy snorting, he enjoys making something new, now don't you?"
"Snorting what?" Severus looked at her.
"Oh, nothing." She set down the beaker. "Is he around? I have a message from his mother."
"He's asleep."
"Long night, Severus?"
"Yes. What about for you? Spend the night with another abusive disease carrying asshole?"
"Wrong. I spent the night with a rich, married asshole who bought me a diamond bracelet. However, I don't think it's any business of yours."
"Wake him if you must. He won't be any good, though. He's only coherent after noon. It's part of his internal clock."
"Big talk for the likes of you," Bella said. She walked into the bedroom and pulled Regulus out of bed. "Wake up, arse!" She kicked him in the groin.
"Ow! Shit! What the hell do'ya think you're doin'?" Severus watched from the corner of his eye, Regulus standing, bent over slightly. "What do you want?"
Bella thrusted a note at his chest. "Your mother calls you, and since you live in this shithole, she left the message with me. Maybe if you stop spending all of Severus' money on coke and hash you could afford a phone line!"
She walked out of the bedroom and through the apartment. "See you, Sev."
"Bye, Bella," Severus muttered.
Regulus limped into the kitchen. "Can you believe the nerve of her?" He sat on the kitchen table and rolled a joint. "It's not even eleven. What are you doing?"
"Fucking around, why are you spending my money on coke?"
"I'm not. It was just the one time at Bella's. She always hauls it up and throws it in my face." Regulus shrugged. "Where'd those matches go?"
"They're around." Severus turned around and faced Regulus. "What are you doing when I'm gone?"
"Since when is that your business?" He reached into a bag and felt around. He pulled out a lighter. He lit the joint and smiled. "Come on, Sev, you can't listen to Bella. She's on twenty different prescription drugs and vodka. Can you really trust anything she has to say?"
"What did your mother want?"
"Oh, she wants me to come see her. Typical Mother bullshit. She just wants to see me so she can criticize me and talk about all of the things I could have done with my life."
"So I'm guessing that you're not going to go."
"Er, yeah." Regulus rolled his eyes. "Do you have to work today?"
"No, but I'm busy."
"Playing with your potions?"
Severus turned back to the desk. "Yes. I'm working on something big. Something that could quite possibly get us out of here, Regulus."
"What is it?" Regulus looked at him through veil of smoke.
"I'm not really sure. When I get it, I'll know what it is."
"Good luck then, Sev. You know that all goes over my head." Regulus took another hit. "I'm going back to bed. If you want to join me, you can. I'll just be whacking off until then."
"You do that," Severus said. He began mixing the ingredients together, writing down what he was using with each addition. The blue liquid bubbled, turned red and steamed, and turned blue again.
He sniffed it. It was acidic and his eyes flooded with tears. It was doing everything it's supposed to do. It was quite possibly finished. There was only one way to find out.
Severus stood and went to the cabinet. In the back he found a syringe. After tying a scarf around his arm as tight as possible, he filled the syringe with the blue liquid. He tapped his arm, looking for a vein. He found one, and gave himself the shot. He took a breath and held it.
Nothing happened.
"Damnit!" Severus yelled, jumping to his feet. He threw the syringe across the room. He took in a breath. The energy from the throw seemed to have taken more out of him than he expected.
He felt weak in the knees. He tumbled to the ground, hitting his head hard on the floor.
"Damn..." he muttered. The lights were too bright, and the room began to spin. He tried to keep a grasp on where he was, but the apartment was slipping away.
He was on a street corner. It was summer and the rain was pouring. He could see a figure through the rain. It was Regulus walking toward him.
"Hey, lover." Regulus kissed him on the mouth.
Severus stepped away. "Not in public."
"You'll fuck me all night, but you can't kiss me during the day?" He didn't really seemed offended. He smiled and lit a cigarette. "You want one?"
"Thank you." He took it and Regulus lit it for him.
"Hey, you crazy wankers!"
Severus looked into the eyes of a strange, handsome young man. He didn't know him, and was shocked at the open mouthed kiss he offered.
"What the-"
"Lay off," Regulus said. "This is my brother, Sirius."
"Hello," Severus said.
Sirius grinned. He looked at Regulus. "When did you start picking up stiffs like this?"
"Lay off," Regulus said again. "He's good."
"He pays the bills, then," Sirius said.
Severus felt stuck. He couldn't move, he wanted to yell at this Sirius and take Regulus home and talk about where this relationship was going.
"No, he's good." Regulus took the last drag from his cigarette and threw it to the ground. He stomped it out with his foot. "Are we going back to my place, Sev?"
"Of course." Severus put his hand on Regulus' shoulder.
"Coming, Sirius?" Regulus asked.
"Sure. You got weed? No, that's a stupid question, of course you do. I've got cigarettes if you're interested, but knowing you, you're not." Sirius put his arm around Regulus waist. "Let's go, little brother."
The three walked back to the Regulus' basement apartment. It was one room with a curtain around the toilet and bath. A mattress sat in the middle of the room against a wall, and a hanging bulb with a pull string was over it. The walls were lined with cardboard boxes.
Regulus went straight to a box in the corner. He pulled out a baggie of weed. He tossed it to Sirius, who caught it. Severus sat on the mattress, his shoulder hunched.
Sirius rolled a joint and lit it. He took a hit and smiled. "You get good shit, Reg." He offered it to Severus, who declined. "Stiff," he muttered.
Regulus, cigarette in hand, sat next to Severus and kissed his neck. "Come on, Sev, take a hit. It's not going to kill you." He began unbuttoning Severus' shirt and rubbing his chest.
"Stop it, you two, you're getting me hard." Sirius flopped on the mattress and stretched out behind them.
"Relax, baby," Regulus purred in Severus' ear. He unbuttoned Severus' pants. "Come on, love. Take a hit. It's okay."
"I just, I don't-" Severus sputtered.
"All right, baby, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Regulus handed him the cigarette. "Smoke this, I'll share the joint with Sirius."
Severus took the cigarette and Sirius handed Regulus the joint.
Regulus moved and wrapped his legs around Severus. He started kissing his neck, and slid his free hand down Severus' pants. "Does that feel good?"
"Ye-yeah, it does."
"Aw, boys, this is so sweet, it's making me sick." Sirius jumped off the bed and crawled in front of Severus. "Let me show you what real sex is." He pulled Severus' pants down the rest of the way.
"Stop," Severus said. It was one thing for Regulus to touch him, but he didn't want this strange man doing so. "St-stop it."
Sirius wasn't listening and Regulus was busy smoking. Severus tried to stand up, but with Black brothers on either side of him, he couldn't budge.
"You are so tense," Sirius muttered, running his hands over Severus' thighs. He put his mouth over Severus' penis.
"God, stop it!" Severus said. "Regulus, stop him!"
"Shhh, love. It's all right," Regulus said. "Everything's all right."
"It's not! Make him stop!"
Sirius sucked harder.
"Come on, baby," Regulus muttered. "Come for him."
"I don't want to. I don't want to..."
He did anyway.
Sirius got up and straddled Severus from the front and kissed him. "Relax, motherfucker, relax. I can fuck you a hundred times and you'll beg me for more. They all beg me for more."
"I..." Severus tried to back away, but he only moved into Regulus.
"Roll him over, Reg," Sirius said. "I want to make him scream."
Regulus pulled away and grabbed Severus by the shoulder and pushed him over onto his stomach.
Sirius pulled down his pants and climbed on top.
"Severus! Severus! Wake up! Fuck it, wake up!"
Severus opened his eyes. He could see a blurry figure standing over him. "Reg?"
"Oh, thank the stars." Regulus leaned back and fell on his butt. "I thought you died. What the hell did you take? I don't keep drugs like that around, man."
Severus sat up. "I know you don't," he said. "I, however, do."
Regulus' bloodshot eyes widened. "What?"
"It was an experiment. It didn't work." He wiped sweat from his brow.
"What was it? What'd you take?"
"Elixir."
"What?"
"That's what I've been working on for the past month. It's supposed to flash you into your favorite memories, but it backfired. It sent me into one of my worst."
"Sounds like good shit," Regulus said.
"It's not. Ow!" Severus tried to stand, but he toppled over, landing next to Regulus. "What the hell?" He scrambled out of his pants. He looked at his penis, and it was bruised and sore to the touch.
"We rocked hard last night." Regulus looked at lot more relaxed.
"I don't think that was it. It hasn't been like that since... do you remember the night we spent at your old flat? With Sirius?"
"Hell, yeah. It was a trippy night. It was hot."
"It wasn't hot. Sirius did a lot of things that night that I would love to forget."
"Oh? It was fun, I thought. We fucked a lot that night." Regulus grinned, putting his hand on Severus' thigh.
"Sirius fucked me too. Even after I told him not to. He did a lot of things to me that I told him not to do. And you just went along with everything he said."
"He's my brother! Besides, what difference does it make? It's old news, Sev."
"It's not! That's the memory I was in, and I realize how much you just went along with everything!"
"What are you getting up in my face for?" Regulus stood. "That was over a year ago, and you need to get over it!"
"It's not just that!" Severus stood as well, pulling up his pants as he went. He put on his shoes and his cloak. "I'm leaving. I don't know when I'll be back. You've got enough weed to last you the night."
He slammed the door behind him. He wasn't sure where he was going to go from here.
Severus was working with his potions. He had managed to keep Regulus away from them. He knew what Regulus would do with them. He would do exactly what Severus was doing right now.
It was easier to try and create your own drugs than buy them from cocky Jamaican dealers.
As predicted, he and Regulus had shared joints, all of them mostly being smoked by Regulus, while trading sexual favors. Between these moments Regulus kept his tongue down Severus' throat and Severus enjoyed the feel of his hands constantly touching him.
The door opened and a woman walked into the apartment without warning. She wore a long winter coat and her long black hair was a scraggly mess. Her makeup appeared to be a day old. She looked at the potions with disdain. "What the hell are you doing, Severus?"
"Creating the new super drug. What about you, Bella?"
"Looking for my good for nothing cousin. He's here, I know he is. I can smell the pot, and he never leaves. It wouldn't make sense for him not to be here."
"What if I told he died?"
"I wouldn't believe you. I could smell his rotting flesh."
"I can smell yours."
"Cute." Bella picked up a beaker filled with a purple liquid. "What would happen if I drank this?"
"Not sure. It would probably eat up the lining of your stomach. You'll want to inject that directly."
"For someone who hates drugs, and hates his shagboy snorting, he enjoys making something new, now don't you?"
"Snorting what?" Severus looked at her.
"Oh, nothing." She set down the beaker. "Is he around? I have a message from his mother."
"He's asleep."
"Long night, Severus?"
"Yes. What about for you? Spend the night with another abusive disease carrying asshole?"
"Wrong. I spent the night with a rich, married asshole who bought me a diamond bracelet. However, I don't think it's any business of yours."
"Wake him if you must. He won't be any good, though. He's only coherent after noon. It's part of his internal clock."
"Big talk for the likes of you," Bella said. She walked into the bedroom and pulled Regulus out of bed. "Wake up, arse!" She kicked him in the groin.
"Ow! Shit! What the hell do'ya think you're doin'?" Severus watched from the corner of his eye, Regulus standing, bent over slightly. "What do you want?"
Bella thrusted a note at his chest. "Your mother calls you, and since you live in this shithole, she left the message with me. Maybe if you stop spending all of Severus' money on coke and hash you could afford a phone line!"
She walked out of the bedroom and through the apartment. "See you, Sev."
"Bye, Bella," Severus muttered.
Regulus limped into the kitchen. "Can you believe the nerve of her?" He sat on the kitchen table and rolled a joint. "It's not even eleven. What are you doing?"
"Fucking around, why are you spending my money on coke?"
"I'm not. It was just the one time at Bella's. She always hauls it up and throws it in my face." Regulus shrugged. "Where'd those matches go?"
"They're around." Severus turned around and faced Regulus. "What are you doing when I'm gone?"
"Since when is that your business?" He reached into a bag and felt around. He pulled out a lighter. He lit the joint and smiled. "Come on, Sev, you can't listen to Bella. She's on twenty different prescription drugs and vodka. Can you really trust anything she has to say?"
"What did your mother want?"
"Oh, she wants me to come see her. Typical Mother bullshit. She just wants to see me so she can criticize me and talk about all of the things I could have done with my life."
"So I'm guessing that you're not going to go."
"Er, yeah." Regulus rolled his eyes. "Do you have to work today?"
"No, but I'm busy."
"Playing with your potions?"
Severus turned back to the desk. "Yes. I'm working on something big. Something that could quite possibly get us out of here, Regulus."
"What is it?" Regulus looked at him through veil of smoke.
"I'm not really sure. When I get it, I'll know what it is."
"Good luck then, Sev. You know that all goes over my head." Regulus took another hit. "I'm going back to bed. If you want to join me, you can. I'll just be whacking off until then."
"You do that," Severus said. He began mixing the ingredients together, writing down what he was using with each addition. The blue liquid bubbled, turned red and steamed, and turned blue again.
He sniffed it. It was acidic and his eyes flooded with tears. It was doing everything it's supposed to do. It was quite possibly finished. There was only one way to find out.
Severus stood and went to the cabinet. In the back he found a syringe. After tying a scarf around his arm as tight as possible, he filled the syringe with the blue liquid. He tapped his arm, looking for a vein. He found one, and gave himself the shot. He took a breath and held it.
Nothing happened.
"Damnit!" Severus yelled, jumping to his feet. He threw the syringe across the room. He took in a breath. The energy from the throw seemed to have taken more out of him than he expected.
He felt weak in the knees. He tumbled to the ground, hitting his head hard on the floor.
"Damn..." he muttered. The lights were too bright, and the room began to spin. He tried to keep a grasp on where he was, but the apartment was slipping away.
He was on a street corner. It was summer and the rain was pouring. He could see a figure through the rain. It was Regulus walking toward him.
"Hey, lover." Regulus kissed him on the mouth.
Severus stepped away. "Not in public."
"You'll fuck me all night, but you can't kiss me during the day?" He didn't really seemed offended. He smiled and lit a cigarette. "You want one?"
"Thank you." He took it and Regulus lit it for him.
"Hey, you crazy wankers!"
Severus looked into the eyes of a strange, handsome young man. He didn't know him, and was shocked at the open mouthed kiss he offered.
"What the-"
"Lay off," Regulus said. "This is my brother, Sirius."
"Hello," Severus said.
Sirius grinned. He looked at Regulus. "When did you start picking up stiffs like this?"
"Lay off," Regulus said again. "He's good."
"He pays the bills, then," Sirius said.
Severus felt stuck. He couldn't move, he wanted to yell at this Sirius and take Regulus home and talk about where this relationship was going.
"No, he's good." Regulus took the last drag from his cigarette and threw it to the ground. He stomped it out with his foot. "Are we going back to my place, Sev?"
"Of course." Severus put his hand on Regulus' shoulder.
"Coming, Sirius?" Regulus asked.
"Sure. You got weed? No, that's a stupid question, of course you do. I've got cigarettes if you're interested, but knowing you, you're not." Sirius put his arm around Regulus waist. "Let's go, little brother."
The three walked back to the Regulus' basement apartment. It was one room with a curtain around the toilet and bath. A mattress sat in the middle of the room against a wall, and a hanging bulb with a pull string was over it. The walls were lined with cardboard boxes.
Regulus went straight to a box in the corner. He pulled out a baggie of weed. He tossed it to Sirius, who caught it. Severus sat on the mattress, his shoulder hunched.
Sirius rolled a joint and lit it. He took a hit and smiled. "You get good shit, Reg." He offered it to Severus, who declined. "Stiff," he muttered.
Regulus, cigarette in hand, sat next to Severus and kissed his neck. "Come on, Sev, take a hit. It's not going to kill you." He began unbuttoning Severus' shirt and rubbing his chest.
"Stop it, you two, you're getting me hard." Sirius flopped on the mattress and stretched out behind them.
"Relax, baby," Regulus purred in Severus' ear. He unbuttoned Severus' pants. "Come on, love. Take a hit. It's okay."
"I just, I don't-" Severus sputtered.
"All right, baby, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Regulus handed him the cigarette. "Smoke this, I'll share the joint with Sirius."
Severus took the cigarette and Sirius handed Regulus the joint.
Regulus moved and wrapped his legs around Severus. He started kissing his neck, and slid his free hand down Severus' pants. "Does that feel good?"
"Ye-yeah, it does."
"Aw, boys, this is so sweet, it's making me sick." Sirius jumped off the bed and crawled in front of Severus. "Let me show you what real sex is." He pulled Severus' pants down the rest of the way.
"Stop," Severus said. It was one thing for Regulus to touch him, but he didn't want this strange man doing so. "St-stop it."
Sirius wasn't listening and Regulus was busy smoking. Severus tried to stand up, but with Black brothers on either side of him, he couldn't budge.
"You are so tense," Sirius muttered, running his hands over Severus' thighs. He put his mouth over Severus' penis.
"God, stop it!" Severus said. "Regulus, stop him!"
"Shhh, love. It's all right," Regulus said. "Everything's all right."
"It's not! Make him stop!"
Sirius sucked harder.
"Come on, baby," Regulus muttered. "Come for him."
"I don't want to. I don't want to..."
He did anyway.
Sirius got up and straddled Severus from the front and kissed him. "Relax, motherfucker, relax. I can fuck you a hundred times and you'll beg me for more. They all beg me for more."
"I..." Severus tried to back away, but he only moved into Regulus.
"Roll him over, Reg," Sirius said. "I want to make him scream."
Regulus pulled away and grabbed Severus by the shoulder and pushed him over onto his stomach.
Sirius pulled down his pants and climbed on top.
"Severus! Severus! Wake up! Fuck it, wake up!"
Severus opened his eyes. He could see a blurry figure standing over him. "Reg?"
"Oh, thank the stars." Regulus leaned back and fell on his butt. "I thought you died. What the hell did you take? I don't keep drugs like that around, man."
Severus sat up. "I know you don't," he said. "I, however, do."
Regulus' bloodshot eyes widened. "What?"
"It was an experiment. It didn't work." He wiped sweat from his brow.
"What was it? What'd you take?"
"Elixir."
"What?"
"That's what I've been working on for the past month. It's supposed to flash you into your favorite memories, but it backfired. It sent me into one of my worst."
"Sounds like good shit," Regulus said.
"It's not. Ow!" Severus tried to stand, but he toppled over, landing next to Regulus. "What the hell?" He scrambled out of his pants. He looked at his penis, and it was bruised and sore to the touch.
"We rocked hard last night." Regulus looked at lot more relaxed.
"I don't think that was it. It hasn't been like that since... do you remember the night we spent at your old flat? With Sirius?"
"Hell, yeah. It was a trippy night. It was hot."
"It wasn't hot. Sirius did a lot of things that night that I would love to forget."
"Oh? It was fun, I thought. We fucked a lot that night." Regulus grinned, putting his hand on Severus' thigh.
"Sirius fucked me too. Even after I told him not to. He did a lot of things to me that I told him not to do. And you just went along with everything he said."
"He's my brother! Besides, what difference does it make? It's old news, Sev."
"It's not! That's the memory I was in, and I realize how much you just went along with everything!"
"What are you getting up in my face for?" Regulus stood. "That was over a year ago, and you need to get over it!"
"It's not just that!" Severus stood as well, pulling up his pants as he went. He put on his shoes and his cloak. "I'm leaving. I don't know when I'll be back. You've got enough weed to last you the night."
He slammed the door behind him. He wasn't sure where he was going to go from here.
