Summary:

Sequel of 'The subtle difference between a slaughter party and a slumber party'
Voldemort would just like to teach something very important, too bad that his most trusty and devoted Death Eaters are going to make things not so easy for him!
A little dark, a ittle fluff and a little trash, too... the winning combo is so winning that it's back again!
Written for the 'Flufftober 2021' Prompt 22: Flirting at work

Notes:

Helloooo,
thanks to whoever read and liked the previous one/ones
as soon as I saw this prompt I just knew it was perfect for these two, I had so so much fun writing the things THEY suggested to me

Can I give you a little advice: do NOT read this silly thing in public XD

Teaching how to… lose dignity

Voldemort couldn't be happier.

Not only is the membership of the Death Eaters group spreading like wildfire, thickening its ranks; but those of the Aurors, his bitterest enemies, have nearly halved.

A certain Mission, despite the initial irrelevant distractions of two of his followers, has been successful, the wands of his followers have emitted green sparks in profusion.

Barty got a taste of what it really means to be a Death Eater and he loved it to death.
Oh well, his victims died.

For all these reasons, Voldemort has decided it's time for him to learn the third Unforgivable Curse as well.
To reward him, he decided to give him a private lesson, at his Manor that Barty now knows well.

Bellatrix, however, has crawled through glass to be there with them, making use of the fact that it was she who initiated Barty to his first deadly crimes; plus she offered to get some Muggles, useful for the lesson.

They are tied with magical ropes and relegated to a corner, waiting to be used.

"Bella, I still wonder about your presence." mutters Voldemort, before starting the teaching.

"Seeing You at work in the art of making young followers learn the Dark Arts is always an event that fills me with interest!" the more veteran Death Eater does his best to answer, looking adoringly at him.

"Liar!" urges Barty. "The truth is, you didn't like it that I was alone in the abode of our Dark Lord; but He has already shown in the past how little He disdains moments of privacy with me, right, my Lord? " Barty winks at him.

"Silence, both of you!" Voldemort thunders and they both lose their braggart attitude. "Especially you, Barty, you need to stay focused. Is that how you approached the lessons at Hogwarts? " the Dark Lord scolds him.

"No indeed, my Lord, I was among the brightest students, if not the brightest!" he states firmly.

"Well, then prove it to me." Voldemort coldly recommends before starting his lesson.

This is not a Death Eater meeting, so they are not required to show up in the usual hooded tunics.
Barty wears a brown polo shirt and blue jeans, Bellatrix a white, blue and gray checked shirt with pearl gray trousers.

It's their soul that is dark, their clothes need not always be too.

"Have you asked yourself, Barty, why, of the three Unforgivable Curses, while being the least painful, I let you learn this last?"

"No, my Lord, but I trust your judgment!" is Barty's prompt reply.

"What an ass-kisser!" Bellatrix mutters between her teeth, but it doesn't escape the Dark Lord's ears.

"You, shut up!" Voldemort retorts, causing her to wince and let out a yelp of assent.

"The Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse have mainly to do with anger, hatred and the desire to inflict pain or cause death, all of which I have seen that are certainly not lacking in you," the Dark Lord flatters him. . "With the Imperius Curse you do not cause any pain to your victims, but you make them your puppet, you can make them do what you want most. The secret to make it work is, of course, in the way you move your wand, but even more in the concentration, in the strong desire you must have to dominate their minds. " the Dark Lord instructs him. "The usefulness is manifold: is there something that needs to be done, but you can't expose yourself too much, while someone else can move in certain environments more easily? Put him under Imperio and let him act for you." he illustrates the various situations. "Can't you kill someone because their role would cause us too much trouble? Bring him to our side with an Imperio! " Voldemort suggests and Barty enjoys his every word.

"Do you want to extort important information but have run out of supplies of Veritaserum? Put him under Imperio and he will tell you everything."

"I hadn't thought of all its various uses." acknowledges Barty, fascinated.

"But that's exactly what the teachings are for, my boy." Voldemort strokes his head.

Bellatrix has to resort to all the self-control she possesses not to break her wand in anger.

"Very well, that was the theory, now let's move on to practice. Follow me.``He takes the young wizard with him to the two related Muggles, two middle-aged man, probably two friends.

"Imperio!" Voldemort exclaims, pointing his wand at the first one in a very particular way. "Jump around the room."

The victim obeys, even if the fact of being so tied up does not facilitate his movements and continues to fall ruinously, arousing the hilarity of Voldemort and his two disciplers.

"It depends on you how long you want the effect to last, the more powerful you are , the longer you can make it last. Take me, I could make this Muggle jump until the end of his days, but I'm already tired of it. " snorts the Dark Lord. "Enough, sit back down." he frees him from his influence. "Did you see how I did it? Now try it, Barty." he spurs him.

The teenager doesn't need any other incitement from his Dark Lord, he chooses the second Muggle as his test case, but the first spell he does with his wand aims to set the man free from the ropes, with great disappointment from Voldemort.

"Barty, what are you ... "he rails, but Barty almost doesn't seem to hear him, intent as he is in his practice.

"Imperio! " casts the Unforgivable Curse, with the right movements, gaining full control of his victim. "Beat your friend." he orders, wicked, already enjoying the moment in anticipation.

The man gets up, goes to his friend, who looks at him terrified, without understanding, before the other begins to punch him.

Satisfied, the young Dark Wizard turns to his Mentor , who looks thrilled.

"Oh, did You mean I had to replicate your same previous order, my Lord? I got a little too carried away with something more satisfying ... forgive me!" he looks at him with uncertainty.

"Don't apologize at all, my boy, I do appreciate your inventiveness!" the other commends him.

For Bellatrix it is too much.

"I don't see any talent in you, kid, they are Muggles, controlling them is really a piece of cake!" she belittles him, before raising her wand towards him. " Imperio !"

"Bellatrix! What are you doing?" barks the Dark Lord.

Barty feels his mind empty, to be filled by a thick fog that disorients him and it is a situation that he does not like at all.
He just feels that he must obey, even if it's not what he really wants.

" Every time the Dark Lord is around you become a dog in heat, then… behave like one!" The more experienced Death Eater humiliates him in the worst possible way.

Barty has no choice whatsoever and rushes over to Voldemort, squatting and grabbing his leg, albeit covered by the heavy robe, before rubbing his crotch against his shin in an obscene way, panting all the time, as his tongue rhythmically slips out from his lips.

Bellatrix laughs with impunity, with a crazy attitude.

"I'm sorry, my m-L-Lord, I'd ne-never m-meant to d-do it to You, but .." the young man tries to justify, as he continues to carry out that command.

Voldemort cannot bear to see him in that state for a single second longer.

"I know it's not your fault," he comments, before releasing Barty from his influence, who immediately walks away from him, mortified.

He knows for sure his Master must have felt how hard Barty was for him.

But regret is not the only feeling that dwells in his soul.

"You!" He growls with a burning rage, rushing to Bellatrix, with his wand already aimed at her. "Imperio!" he shouts with all his breath, concentrating all his energies in an attempt to manipulate her mind, which is by no means as submissive as that of the Muggles'.

On the one hand Voldemort would like to interrupt him, but the side that is too curious prevails. He really wants to see how further that promising young Death Eater will be able to go.

Barty's hand trembles with the commitment he's putting into it and Bellatrix feels like she's trapped, not knowing what to expect.

"Make up the most pathetic and degrading love poem that can be heard, then tell it to our Dark Lord! " Barty finds the perfect revenge.

Bellatrix is forced to gather her ideas and then carry out what is required.

She approaches Voldemort, with an eerie light in his gaze, now more dull.

"I love, worship and cherish You so much, my beautiful Dark Lord,
I'd like to have bondage session with You, without any safe word
I love the way You cast every hex
Can't wait for You and I to have sex
There's just a thought that off my mind I can't take
I crave a very close encounter with Your snake!"" Bellatrix declares in her verses.

Now it is Barty who laughs, before releasing her from that curse.

"That's enough, both of us!" Voldemort explodes, exasperated, with the two adepts who are violently stunned against the wall at the same instant.

"These are certainly not the usefulness of a spell as powerful as the Imperius Curse!" he yells, as the two recover. "Although I must admit, Barty, your learning has exceeded my wildest expectations. Controlling Bellatrix ... truly remarkable!" He compliments, making him gloat.

"As for you, Bella," the Dark Lord caresses her face and she waits without saying a word, her eyes already speaking clearly. "We will find a way to keep Rodolphus very busy, perhaps with a Mission that I'll make it up out of the blue. " he decides.

"What ... what does it mean, my Lord?" she hesitates, not wanting to have too many expectations.

"It means that your ... poem, if we can call it that, no matter how atrocious it was ... it was pleasantly explicit, so I think I will be able to satisfy those requests of yours." he anticipates her, making her squeal with joy.

The exact opposite of Barty's reaction.

Before retreating to his rooms with her, Voldemort approaches the young man.

"As for you, my boy ..."

"Yes, my Lord?" he stares at him, with his big eyes wide open.

"Even if they will never be reciprocated, I like your attentions. A lot. Never stop giving them to me." Voldemort advises, patting him on the freckled cheek.

"Never, my Lord. You will always have all my attentions, my Lord." he promises him, watching him go away with Bellatrix, while he holds a hand on that cheek.

In all this he remembers that he has not yet freed the Muggle from his influence yet and does not even plan to do so, sitting down to look at the swollen and bleeding face of the other Muggle.

- That will at least cheer me up. And if he ends up killing him, oh well, one less Muggle to irritate my Lord with his useless existence! -

THE END

Notes:

What J.K. Rowling never had the courage to admit is that Bellamort was born due to a dirty poem Barty forced Belltrix to say to Voldemort... that really impressed him XD

Jokes aside, I find sooooooooo canon that, although Voldemort is more hetero than heterosexuality itself, is VERY pleased by Barty's attentions and does NOT want to deprive himelf of them 3

If i made you laugh, then my evil Mission is accomplished

You're free to tell me everythng, even putting me under Imperio so I'll never write anymore XD