Written For:
- August Auction - Day 2, Auction 1: (dialogue) "Got quite a mouth on you don't you? Someone should really teach you what to do with it."
- Writing Club/This or That - Murder: 10. (dialogue) "You do realise you're covered in blood, right?"
- Writing Club/Elizabeth's Empire: 13. (action) smirking
- Writing Club/Artist Appreciation: 1. (dialogue) "Those hands could kill me."
Word Count: 491
Regulus looked over into the sleepy village from the top of the hill, as Barty climbed effortlessly up the grass to meet him. His black clothing and slender frame made him almost disappear into the dark night behind him, his only defining feature being the bright white slash of his pale face.
There was blood on his cheek and hands, but he didn't seem to mind. He smirked as he reached Regulus, and Regulus felt his stomach flutter. It didn't matter how long he'd known Barty, or how many of the terrible atrocities they had committed between them - he always felt like he was seeing Barty for the first time.
"How did it go?"
"Flawlessly, as always." Barty's reply was swift as he rubbed his forehead absent-mindedly, seemingly unaware of the fresh blood he was covered in.
"You do realise you're covered in blood, right?"
Barty moved closer to Regulus and trailed the finger of a hand across his cheek. "This blood on my hands?"
"Those hands could kill me." Regulus replied softly, his eyes flickering down to Barty's lips.
"You're damn right they could," Barty purred.
"Why didn't you want me to help you tonight?" Regulus asked quietly. "The boss wanted us both to kill that sympathiser tonight. You're always leaving me behind." He knew the answer really, but he wanted to see if Barty would give it. Barty didn't think he had the stomach for being an assassin, for being a murderer. He wanted to protect Regulus from the emotions he would undoubtedly feel following the act. Whenever they went back to Riddle, Barty would act as though he and Regulus had fulfilled the contract together.
Barty was quiet for a moment, before responding. "You'd only distract me. I'd have to find other ways to satisfy my needs and forget about the job we were supposed to be doing." He smirked slyly.
Regulus felt momentarily disappointed that Barty wasn't being truthful, but he let it slide. Barty was just protecting him.
"Well, I suppose I could find a way to distract you now."
Barty grinned. "Got quite a mouth on you, haven't you? Someone should really teach you what to do with it."
"Are you offering?" Regulus retorted.
Barty ran a thumb across Regulus's bottom lip before bringing his face nearer and kissing him. Regulus tasted the metallic twang of blood and felt a surge of euphoric pain as Barty sank his teeth into Regulus's lip. When they pulled apart, he was gasping for breath.
"Let's find somewhere to go." Barty's voice was low, needy and guttural.
"We have to report back to Riddle first."
"He won't notice if we're half an hour late."
"Half an hour?" Regulus chirped. "Are you sure you'll need that long?"
Barty kissed him roughly again, before shoving Regulus back and in the direction of the trees. "Go, now."
Regulus grinned and turned on his heel, sprinting off into the forest behind them.
