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Title: Initiation
Author: vegetaztwin
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Word Count : 3,659
Summary: On the night of Regulus's initiation, Lucius decides to warn him of the
consquences of playing with things that belong to Lucius.
Warnings: Non-con
Pairing : Severus/Regulus, Regulus/Lucius(non-con)
He fell hard on the steps, his knees crashing to the ground, unable to support his weight any longer. His cheekbone cracked sharply on a step, his mouth re-soaking itself in his own blood. He gagged for a brief moment, using the better of his two arms to bring to bring his upper body up slowly. He spat on the steps, trying to clear his mouth of the blood, but the coppery taste refused to be dislodged.
He looked up the long flight of stairs, watching them blur in and out of
his vision as though he was being spun around crazily, and felt his stomach begin
to heave. He shook his head faintly, trying to clear his long black bangs, which
were plastered to his forehead, out of the way.
There was no way he was going to able to make it. He rested his forehead
back on the step, feeling the discomfort of his body molding to fit the design of
the steps. He shut his eyes, not caring about anything but doing something to make
the burning pain that was continually assaulting his body to go away.
His parents wouldn’t be home for hours, he would be able to pull himself
together by then. But now, he just needed to rest. He was lucky he had even made
it home, and there was no one here to see his weakness now.
He had just fallen into a fitful sleep when he heard the front door bang
open. His dark eyes flashed open as he stumbled to his feet, feeling a sting flash
through his face as his skin separated from the wood of the step. His legs shook
unsteadily underneath him, as he waited, feeling sluggish as he wondered why his
parents were home now.
“Regulus!” he heard a half desperate yell from the kitchen.
He swayed unsteadily on the steps as a wave of relief crashed heavily over
his heart. He stumbled for the banister rail.
“I’m here,” he tried to answer, but his voice came out in a croaky whisper.
The volume didn’t matter; a second later, a tall, thin figure came rushing
into the room, black robes swishing across the ground.
“Regulus,” he whispered, tension obviously leaving the other’s voice as he
worked on pulling off his Death Eater mask and hurried across the room.
“Sev-” Regulus started to answer in return, but another sudden feeling of
nausea hit him, sending him crashing to the ground again.
Severus saw this instantly, and in a smooth and graceful movement he caught
the shorter boy, pushing his hair out of his face.
“Gods, you’re burning up.” Severus hissed, worry flashing in his dark eyes,
followed by annoyance. “Why didn’t you clean up and get out of those dirty robes,
you great prat?” he growled, as he hoisted Regulus into his arms, and started up
the stars, his eyes taking in the bloodstain on the fine wood.
“Sorry,” Regulus whispered lightly, not even trying to argue, which
disturbed Severus more than anything else.
He didn’t say anything further as the young Black leaned his head against
his shoulder, shutting his eyes, his breathing still coming harshly, as though it
pained him.
“Which one is your room?” Severus asked as he gazed down the long hall of
rooms after he reached the top of the stairs.
“The third one on the right.” Regulus answered in a hoarse voice, opening
one eye to look at Severus.
Severus looked back down at Regulus; his pulse jumping slightly as his
heart found it’s way into his throat. He clenched his teeth, ignoring his own
feelings as he kicked at Regulus’s door to get it open, unable to reach his own
wand while holding his injured lover.
The door gave way after several attempts, revealing the dimly lit room. It didn’t look lived in; nothing distinguished this room as Regulus’s compared to the
other rooms of the house.
He took a few unsteady steps into the room, the weight of both of them
becoming difficult for him to manage. Carefully, Severus set Regulus on the bed
that rested in the middle of the room.
Regulus struggled to sit up an instant later, alarmed by the fact that
Severus had suddenly disappeared.
“Severus?” he asked in a whimper, his eyes searching frantically.
“It’s all right love,” Severus said in an unusual tone for him, as he rummaged through his young lover’s closet, looking for clean robes. “I’m right
here, try to sleep.”
Regulus gripped at the sheets, refusing to lie down as he watched the other
Death Eater’s motions.
“Why are you here?” Regulus asked finally, his voice tired and
weak. “Won’t you get in trouble?”
“Nobody will notice I’m gone.” Severus answered smoothly, standing and
shutting the door behind him. “I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he added on a
more serious note, re-approaching the bed with the clothes. “You did well tonight.”
Regulus looked at Severus for an instant, before jerking his eyes away and staring at the floor next to the bed.
“I didn’t think it would hurt so much.” he answered, his voice cracking
unpleasantly as he spoke.
Severus paused by the bed, and then kneeled slightly and reached out to
grasp Regulus’s chin as gently as he could, forcing the younger Slytherin to look
at him again.
“You shouldn’t have had-”
“Shut up Severus,” Regulus snapped, moving to get off the bed on the other
side, and pushing Snape away. “I had no choice.”
“Regulus,” Severus said exasperatedly in protest, standing again and moving
around to grab Regulus, who collapsed nearly the instant he stood.
He leaned backwards slightly, having to support both their weights, but
then tried to maneuver Regulus back to the bed.
“No!” Regulus shrieked suddenly as though Severus had slapped him. “Let
me go! Let me go!” He yelled, half hysterically, slamming his fist into Severus’s
chest, though he was so weak it had almost no effect.
“Regulus,” Severus said softly, putting the younger back onto the bed
despite his protests. “You can’t bloody walk, do you want me to drop you on the
ground, idiot?”
Regulus eyes tried to focus on Severus, but they seemed unable to. He was
breathing heavy, almost to the point of hyperventilation.
“Regulus.” Severus repeated, a spike of fear piercing through his heart as
he tried to get the other answer him. “Regulus, are you listening to me?”
Severus stood quickly, his emotions getting the better of him for a rare
moment as he wrapped his arms sharply around the other, pulling him close.
“Answer me, dammit!” he half-yelled, sounding angry.
Tentatively Regulus’s arms wound his way around Severus’s waist, and his
fingers clutched tightly to his robes in the back.
And then Severus heard a choking cry.
He stopped breathing.
He had never heard Regulus cry. Not even seen so much as the boy’s eyes
get teary. Nothing.
But he was full out sobbing right now, clinging desperately to Severus,
unwilling to let go.
“Regulus,” Severus whispered softly, his hand stroking the other’s hair
soothingly. “It’s all right.”
“I-I didn’t want him to-” Regulus was sobbing out, but Severus knelt
quickly, gently laying a hand over his mouth.
“Don’t talk about it.” Severus said quickly, his eyes latching onto Black’s tear stained ones. “You don’t have to talk about it.” he amended.
Regulus nodded shakily.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered when Severus brought his hand away, and Snape
knew that he wasn’t apologizing for his tears, but for what had happened early that
night.
“It wasn’t your fault.” Severus answered softly, hugging Regulus fiercely
again, though carefully.
They were silent for a few long moments, clutching at each other, unwilling
to let go in this unusually bold display of emotion.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, you look like shit.” Severus commented as he pulled away from Regulus, brushing strands of long black hair out of his face.
He didn’t wait for consent, but picked Regulus up again, throwing the clean clothes into Regulus’s lap as he started for the private bathroom that adjoined
Regulus’s room.
He could have, of course, just cast a spell, but he figured it would be
better for Regulus this way. It would calm him down, and make him actually feel
cleaner.
Severus worked impatiently for the next few minutes, preparing a bath until
he was sure it was perfect, and then turned back to Regulus.
He kissed Regulus lightly on the forehead, who shut his eyes as Severus’s
fingers began to play with the buttons that remained on the ripped and stained
robes.
Within an instant he had Regulus in the warm water, blood, sweat and tears
beginning to wash off the younger’s body.
Regulus relaxed slightly as Severus sat down behind him, his body resting
heavily on the elder’s.
“You get an erection while we’re in here, and I’ll bloody kill you.”
Regulus murmured, sounding more like himself as he shut his eyes.
“I’ll try and contain myself.” Severus answered, rolling his eyes as he
reached for the shampoo bottle.
The two remained silent after that as Severus worked slowly with great care to rid Regulus’s body of the filth that it had acquired during the night. Even after he had finished, the two remained pressed together, Regulus’s head resting on
Severus’s chest, his dark hair creating patterns on the pale skin.
They didn’t speak, maybe because they were afraid of what speech would lead
to, but mostly just because they didn’t need to.
Only after it became too unbearable to lay any longer in the cold, dingy
water did Severus move to get up. Regulus blinked his eyes in surprise and rubbed
at them drowsily before looking up at Severus. The older kissed him lightly on the
top of the head, as he pulled Regulus up too.
Regulus shivered as the air embraced his wet skin, but Severus reached and
grabbed a towel from where he had left it by the sink. He wrapped it around as his
lover’s body, and then reached for a second and began to dry the unruly black hair.
Regulus didn’t move away at the contact, but wrapped his arms slowly around
Severus’s waist after the other had finished drying his hair and left the towel
hanging about his neck.
“I hate him.” Regulus whispered lightly as he rested his head on Severus’s
shoulder, his eyes not meeting Snape’s.
“I know.” was all Severus said in reply as he leaned his head gently on
top of Regulus’s. “But, you have to get some rest,” he added after a few seconds,
pulling away. “And I have to leave, because your parents will skin me alive if
they find me here.”
Regulus smirked lightly as he moved to grab the clean clothing that Severus
had brought.
He started to pull it onto his body as Severus started to dry himself off.
“Can I see you tomorrow?” Regulus asked softly, after pulling his shirt
over his head.
Severus hesitated for a moment, but then shrugged, smiling casually.
“We’ll see how you feel tomorrow,” was all he answered as he reached for
his own clothes.
“I’m not some Gryffindor, I’ll be fine tomorrow.” Regulus answered,
leaning against the counter of the sink as he watched Severus pull his robes back
on.
“Go to bed.” Severus answered, pretending to look annoyed, as he grabbed a
strand of Regulus’s hair and kissed him on the forehead.
“Yes mother,” Regulus teased as he watched his lover Disapparate.
The room fell deadly silent then, except for the dismal dripping that was
still emerging from the shower. Regulus turned his head away from the bright light
in the bathroom, to the darkness of his bedroom, and started to cry again.
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Severus didn’t even bother to Apparate home. He had only one destination
in mind: Malfoy Manor.
Lucius was already waiting for him when he arrived. He was seated
casually, sipping tea, his eyes scanning a book as he sat sprawled in a chair as
though it had been a quiet, normal night at home.
Which, of course, it hadn’t.
“Severus.” He nodded at Snape as he came storming into the room. “Take a
seat,” he said, motioning to the chair that was across from his own.
“Don’t fuck around with me, Lucius.” Severus snapped, remaining standing
over the blonde. “I’m not here to play games! What you did tonight-”
Lucius stood sharply, losing all the appearance of the courteous host that
he had been trying to pass off only moments before.
The entire circle watched as Regulus willingly took the curses that had
been pounding at his body for the last half an hour, silently. No cries, no yells,
no tears. The Dark Lord was pleased. The second Black son was turning out to be much better than his brother after all - just as his parents had promised.
The world was spinning dangerously in front of Regulus’s eyes as he waited for the next curse to come, bracing his body for the next searing pain that would ricochet through his brain.
He didn’t even notice the next Death Eater stepping out of the circle and walk past him, getting behind him.
“No, Severus, you were playing a game,” he growled in response. “You thought it was okay to mess around with me. Fuck around with me. And I’ve ended your little game now.”
Severus’s hands curled into fists, and Lucius looked down at them and laughed.
“Are you going to hit me, Severus? Because I messed around with your little boy toy? I thought you were just using him to make Sirius Black mad. Though I can understand why you would keep him along for longer than that. The boy is an
excellent-”
Severus swung his fist, knowing before his fist had even left his side that it was probably the stupidest thing he had ever done in his life. He knew that Lucius Malfoy would never let his face be marked by anyone, much less him, a scrawny underling that had never won a fight in his life.
Lucius caught Severus’s fist in his own pale hand, looking amused.
The fingers, which looked white in the flickering firelight, caught Regulus’s dark hair as his knees were pushed immediately to the ground.
No one moved.
This wasn’t unheard of at an initiation ceremony, but wasn’t practiced that often.
Besides, every one knew that Regulus Black had this coming. Even if it hadn’t been allowed at the ceremony, no one, save one Death Eater, would have moved
forward to fend Lucius Malfoy off. After all, Regulus had been playing around with
something that belonged to Lucius Malfoy.
And that was one basic rule of being a Death Eater; never cross Lucius Malfoy’s path.
Regulus still didn’t seem to know what was going on, and went to the ground willingly, already exhausted from the previous tortures.
The Death Eater above him smirked dangerously behind the mask he was wearing, and his glittering eyes met Severus Snape’s across the circle.
The message was clear: You are mine. And I am making sure of that tonight.
“Touched a nerve, didn’t I?” Lucius asked in a soft, hissing voice.
He leaned in closer to Severus, bringing them very close together.
“But I got the message across, didn’t I?” Lucius questioned, his tone and every movement of his expression deadly serious.
Severus growled lightly.
“Leave him alone.” Severus answered, baring his teeth slightly.
Lucius twisted the arm he was holding slightly, just enough to make Snape
cringe.
“I’ll leave him alone when you leave him alone.”
Lucius moved with obvious efficiency; this was something he had done many times before. Regulus was on his hands and knees, starting to shift around in confusion, his eyes flickering on to where Severus stood, expression in the twin orbs of black pleading to know what was going on.
Severus looked away wordlessly, unable to watch what was about to happen.
Lucius moved robes and clothing swiftly out of the way and moved one hand to catch Regulus around the throat before plunging into the boy without preparation or warning.
Regulus choked as the air was knocked out of him and pain lanced up through his body, warnings ringing sharply in his brain as he refused to cry out.
“I don’t belong to you, Lucius,” Severus hissed, wrenching his arm out of the other’s grasp.
Lucius didn’t blink as he lost grip on the limb, just simply brought his own arm up to his face as though looking at it thoughtfully.
“Legally no, but honestly Severus, you might as well. I know you too well; you don’t endanger darling Regulus any further, and who could blame you? You can’t turn to the Ministry for help, not with that tattoo on your arm. And do you think the Dark Lord will help, Severus? Help you protect some new, inexperienced Death Eater over me? One of his most loyal, most powerful followers? You’re trapped.” Lucius finished smirking.
“You can’t do this,” Severus protested weakly.
He thrust into Regulus over and over, moans of pleasure escaping his pale lips. He could see Severus standing in his place in the circle, hands clenched firmly at his side. It was killing Snape that he couldn’t do anything to stop this rough treatment to his lover.
But throughout it all, Regulus had not screamed, cried out or even whimpered once. He had remained silent, staring stone-faced at the flames that were licking at the sky past the circle of Death Eaters.
Lucius tightened the hand that was wrapped around Regulus’s throat, cutting off his air supply. Regulus’s eyes widened in surprise, but still he made no noise.
Lucius growled in annoyance and grabbed a fistful of the boy’s hair, yanking back sharply as he came inside Regulus, burning the bleeding, bruised passageway.
“Despite the fact that the Dark Lord won’t be willing to lose you, he won’t be willing to lose the last Black, either.” Severus spat, referring to the fact that Regulus was now considered the last Black male, hence the only capable of carrying on a very powerful line.
“I don’t have to directly kill him though,” Lucius spoke lightly. “An accident in a mission that results in the unfortunate and untimely death of the Black heir wouldn’t place the blame on me, would it?”
Severus could take no more; he whipped out his wand, his eyes flashing dangerously as he pointed it at Lucius’s throat.
“If I hear you speak so much as his name ever again, Lucius, I swear I will not rest until I see you dead or worse,” he threatened, his voice low as he glared at Lucius with glittering eyes.
“You don’t have the b-” Lucius started to sneer, but was cut off abruptly.
“Crucio.”
Lucius resumed his spot in the circle as the ceremony continued as though nothing had just happened.
Severus avoided the glance of Lucius as he took a step towards Regulus who was now lying weakly on the ground, barely moving.
“C-Crucio.” Severus said as clearly as possible through trembling lips.
He knew the rest of the Death Eaters were watching them for weaknesses, watching for a stumble or a fault that could cost both of them everything.
The spell hit Regulus’s body and sent it into spasms and for the first and only time that night, Regulus Black screamed.
Lucius stumbled back; more in surprise then anything else. He made a movement to grab his wand, but then stopped and shook his blonde head as though correcting himself mentally.
“You’ve made your point, Severus,” he said calmly as though the other hadn’t just cursed him. “Now get out.”
Severus stared at Lucius evenly for a moment, and then nodded.
“’Night, Lucius,” he said casually, starting towards the door.
Severus was under the impression that he had accomplished something that night, and in a way he had, but not what he had intended to.
Regulus Black’s initiation ceremony was the night that sealed his fate; sealed his death. Because that was the night that Lucius Malfoy decided that Regulus Black was too much competition, too much of an annoyance, to live.
Lucius was a man of great patience, something that not many knew. He waited a year before he even began to work on the demise of the youngest Black. He worked carefully and plotted strategically and hit Regulus in, perhaps, his most well hidden weak spot.
Regulus was ordered to kill his older brother exactly two years after he had been initiated, and he was unable to. He was killed a week later for failure in his mission by a newly initiated Death Eater.
The orders were never traced back to Lucius Malfoy; the orders were never questioned at all. Despite this, Severus Snape knew where the orders had come from, and knew that he was powerless to do anything about them in the usual way of the Death Eaters.
So he did something that was highly out abnormal for a Death Eater; he turned to Albus Dumbledore for help. Of course, he never gave the exact reason for why he turned sides, and no one from the Order ever bothered question him (save Sirius Black, whom he of course couldn’t tell) on why he had turned, just simply accepted the information he passed along gratefully.
He wasted more than half his life pretending. Even after the first fall of the Dark Lord, the idiots in the Ministry managed to miss Lucius Malfoy as a Death Eater, and for the next fifteen years, he would have to not only stay on Lucius Malfoy’s good side, but also the younger Malfoy, Draco.
So it wasn’t until in Draco’s fifth year that Lucius Malfoy was thrown into
Azkaban, and given the kiss two years later at the final fall of the Dark Lord that Severus Snape was able to say, “Rest in Peace, Regulus.”
Author: vegetaztwin
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Word Count : 3,659
Summary: On the night of Regulus's initiation, Lucius decides to warn him of the
consquences of playing with things that belong to Lucius.
Warnings: Non-con
Pairing : Severus/Regulus, Regulus/Lucius(non-con)
He fell hard on the steps, his knees crashing to the ground, unable to support his weight any longer. His cheekbone cracked sharply on a step, his mouth re-soaking itself in his own blood. He gagged for a brief moment, using the better of his two arms to bring to bring his upper body up slowly. He spat on the steps, trying to clear his mouth of the blood, but the coppery taste refused to be dislodged.
He looked up the long flight of stairs, watching them blur in and out of
his vision as though he was being spun around crazily, and felt his stomach begin
to heave. He shook his head faintly, trying to clear his long black bangs, which
were plastered to his forehead, out of the way.
There was no way he was going to able to make it. He rested his forehead
back on the step, feeling the discomfort of his body molding to fit the design of
the steps. He shut his eyes, not caring about anything but doing something to make
the burning pain that was continually assaulting his body to go away.
His parents wouldn’t be home for hours, he would be able to pull himself
together by then. But now, he just needed to rest. He was lucky he had even made
it home, and there was no one here to see his weakness now.
He had just fallen into a fitful sleep when he heard the front door bang
open. His dark eyes flashed open as he stumbled to his feet, feeling a sting flash
through his face as his skin separated from the wood of the step. His legs shook
unsteadily underneath him, as he waited, feeling sluggish as he wondered why his
parents were home now.
“Regulus!” he heard a half desperate yell from the kitchen.
He swayed unsteadily on the steps as a wave of relief crashed heavily over
his heart. He stumbled for the banister rail.
“I’m here,” he tried to answer, but his voice came out in a croaky whisper.
The volume didn’t matter; a second later, a tall, thin figure came rushing
into the room, black robes swishing across the ground.
“Regulus,” he whispered, tension obviously leaving the other’s voice as he
worked on pulling off his Death Eater mask and hurried across the room.
“Sev-” Regulus started to answer in return, but another sudden feeling of
nausea hit him, sending him crashing to the ground again.
Severus saw this instantly, and in a smooth and graceful movement he caught
the shorter boy, pushing his hair out of his face.
“Gods, you’re burning up.” Severus hissed, worry flashing in his dark eyes,
followed by annoyance. “Why didn’t you clean up and get out of those dirty robes,
you great prat?” he growled, as he hoisted Regulus into his arms, and started up
the stars, his eyes taking in the bloodstain on the fine wood.
“Sorry,” Regulus whispered lightly, not even trying to argue, which
disturbed Severus more than anything else.
He didn’t say anything further as the young Black leaned his head against
his shoulder, shutting his eyes, his breathing still coming harshly, as though it
pained him.
“Which one is your room?” Severus asked as he gazed down the long hall of
rooms after he reached the top of the stairs.
“The third one on the right.” Regulus answered in a hoarse voice, opening
one eye to look at Severus.
Severus looked back down at Regulus; his pulse jumping slightly as his
heart found it’s way into his throat. He clenched his teeth, ignoring his own
feelings as he kicked at Regulus’s door to get it open, unable to reach his own
wand while holding his injured lover.
The door gave way after several attempts, revealing the dimly lit room. It didn’t look lived in; nothing distinguished this room as Regulus’s compared to the
other rooms of the house.
He took a few unsteady steps into the room, the weight of both of them
becoming difficult for him to manage. Carefully, Severus set Regulus on the bed
that rested in the middle of the room.
Regulus struggled to sit up an instant later, alarmed by the fact that
Severus had suddenly disappeared.
“Severus?” he asked in a whimper, his eyes searching frantically.
“It’s all right love,” Severus said in an unusual tone for him, as he rummaged through his young lover’s closet, looking for clean robes. “I’m right
here, try to sleep.”
Regulus gripped at the sheets, refusing to lie down as he watched the other
Death Eater’s motions.
“Why are you here?” Regulus asked finally, his voice tired and
weak. “Won’t you get in trouble?”
“Nobody will notice I’m gone.” Severus answered smoothly, standing and
shutting the door behind him. “I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he added on a
more serious note, re-approaching the bed with the clothes. “You did well tonight.”
Regulus looked at Severus for an instant, before jerking his eyes away and staring at the floor next to the bed.
“I didn’t think it would hurt so much.” he answered, his voice cracking
unpleasantly as he spoke.
Severus paused by the bed, and then kneeled slightly and reached out to
grasp Regulus’s chin as gently as he could, forcing the younger Slytherin to look
at him again.
“You shouldn’t have had-”
“Shut up Severus,” Regulus snapped, moving to get off the bed on the other
side, and pushing Snape away. “I had no choice.”
“Regulus,” Severus said exasperatedly in protest, standing again and moving
around to grab Regulus, who collapsed nearly the instant he stood.
He leaned backwards slightly, having to support both their weights, but
then tried to maneuver Regulus back to the bed.
“No!” Regulus shrieked suddenly as though Severus had slapped him. “Let
me go! Let me go!” He yelled, half hysterically, slamming his fist into Severus’s
chest, though he was so weak it had almost no effect.
“Regulus,” Severus said softly, putting the younger back onto the bed
despite his protests. “You can’t bloody walk, do you want me to drop you on the
ground, idiot?”
Regulus eyes tried to focus on Severus, but they seemed unable to. He was
breathing heavy, almost to the point of hyperventilation.
“Regulus.” Severus repeated, a spike of fear piercing through his heart as
he tried to get the other answer him. “Regulus, are you listening to me?”
Severus stood quickly, his emotions getting the better of him for a rare
moment as he wrapped his arms sharply around the other, pulling him close.
“Answer me, dammit!” he half-yelled, sounding angry.
Tentatively Regulus’s arms wound his way around Severus’s waist, and his
fingers clutched tightly to his robes in the back.
And then Severus heard a choking cry.
He stopped breathing.
He had never heard Regulus cry. Not even seen so much as the boy’s eyes
get teary. Nothing.
But he was full out sobbing right now, clinging desperately to Severus,
unwilling to let go.
“Regulus,” Severus whispered softly, his hand stroking the other’s hair
soothingly. “It’s all right.”
“I-I didn’t want him to-” Regulus was sobbing out, but Severus knelt
quickly, gently laying a hand over his mouth.
“Don’t talk about it.” Severus said quickly, his eyes latching onto Black’s tear stained ones. “You don’t have to talk about it.” he amended.
Regulus nodded shakily.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered when Severus brought his hand away, and Snape
knew that he wasn’t apologizing for his tears, but for what had happened early that
night.
“It wasn’t your fault.” Severus answered softly, hugging Regulus fiercely
again, though carefully.
They were silent for a few long moments, clutching at each other, unwilling
to let go in this unusually bold display of emotion.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, you look like shit.” Severus commented as he pulled away from Regulus, brushing strands of long black hair out of his face.
He didn’t wait for consent, but picked Regulus up again, throwing the clean clothes into Regulus’s lap as he started for the private bathroom that adjoined
Regulus’s room.
He could have, of course, just cast a spell, but he figured it would be
better for Regulus this way. It would calm him down, and make him actually feel
cleaner.
Severus worked impatiently for the next few minutes, preparing a bath until
he was sure it was perfect, and then turned back to Regulus.
He kissed Regulus lightly on the forehead, who shut his eyes as Severus’s
fingers began to play with the buttons that remained on the ripped and stained
robes.
Within an instant he had Regulus in the warm water, blood, sweat and tears
beginning to wash off the younger’s body.
Regulus relaxed slightly as Severus sat down behind him, his body resting
heavily on the elder’s.
“You get an erection while we’re in here, and I’ll bloody kill you.”
Regulus murmured, sounding more like himself as he shut his eyes.
“I’ll try and contain myself.” Severus answered, rolling his eyes as he
reached for the shampoo bottle.
The two remained silent after that as Severus worked slowly with great care to rid Regulus’s body of the filth that it had acquired during the night. Even after he had finished, the two remained pressed together, Regulus’s head resting on
Severus’s chest, his dark hair creating patterns on the pale skin.
They didn’t speak, maybe because they were afraid of what speech would lead
to, but mostly just because they didn’t need to.
Only after it became too unbearable to lay any longer in the cold, dingy
water did Severus move to get up. Regulus blinked his eyes in surprise and rubbed
at them drowsily before looking up at Severus. The older kissed him lightly on the
top of the head, as he pulled Regulus up too.
Regulus shivered as the air embraced his wet skin, but Severus reached and
grabbed a towel from where he had left it by the sink. He wrapped it around as his
lover’s body, and then reached for a second and began to dry the unruly black hair.
Regulus didn’t move away at the contact, but wrapped his arms slowly around
Severus’s waist after the other had finished drying his hair and left the towel
hanging about his neck.
“I hate him.” Regulus whispered lightly as he rested his head on Severus’s
shoulder, his eyes not meeting Snape’s.
“I know.” was all Severus said in reply as he leaned his head gently on
top of Regulus’s. “But, you have to get some rest,” he added after a few seconds,
pulling away. “And I have to leave, because your parents will skin me alive if
they find me here.”
Regulus smirked lightly as he moved to grab the clean clothing that Severus
had brought.
He started to pull it onto his body as Severus started to dry himself off.
“Can I see you tomorrow?” Regulus asked softly, after pulling his shirt
over his head.
Severus hesitated for a moment, but then shrugged, smiling casually.
“We’ll see how you feel tomorrow,” was all he answered as he reached for
his own clothes.
“I’m not some Gryffindor, I’ll be fine tomorrow.” Regulus answered,
leaning against the counter of the sink as he watched Severus pull his robes back
on.
“Go to bed.” Severus answered, pretending to look annoyed, as he grabbed a
strand of Regulus’s hair and kissed him on the forehead.
“Yes mother,” Regulus teased as he watched his lover Disapparate.
The room fell deadly silent then, except for the dismal dripping that was
still emerging from the shower. Regulus turned his head away from the bright light
in the bathroom, to the darkness of his bedroom, and started to cry again.
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Severus didn’t even bother to Apparate home. He had only one destination
in mind: Malfoy Manor.
Lucius was already waiting for him when he arrived. He was seated
casually, sipping tea, his eyes scanning a book as he sat sprawled in a chair as
though it had been a quiet, normal night at home.
Which, of course, it hadn’t.
“Severus.” He nodded at Snape as he came storming into the room. “Take a
seat,” he said, motioning to the chair that was across from his own.
“Don’t fuck around with me, Lucius.” Severus snapped, remaining standing
over the blonde. “I’m not here to play games! What you did tonight-”
Lucius stood sharply, losing all the appearance of the courteous host that
he had been trying to pass off only moments before.
The entire circle watched as Regulus willingly took the curses that had
been pounding at his body for the last half an hour, silently. No cries, no yells,
no tears. The Dark Lord was pleased. The second Black son was turning out to be much better than his brother after all - just as his parents had promised.
The world was spinning dangerously in front of Regulus’s eyes as he waited for the next curse to come, bracing his body for the next searing pain that would ricochet through his brain.
He didn’t even notice the next Death Eater stepping out of the circle and walk past him, getting behind him.
“No, Severus, you were playing a game,” he growled in response. “You thought it was okay to mess around with me. Fuck around with me. And I’ve ended your little game now.”
Severus’s hands curled into fists, and Lucius looked down at them and laughed.
“Are you going to hit me, Severus? Because I messed around with your little boy toy? I thought you were just using him to make Sirius Black mad. Though I can understand why you would keep him along for longer than that. The boy is an
excellent-”
Severus swung his fist, knowing before his fist had even left his side that it was probably the stupidest thing he had ever done in his life. He knew that Lucius Malfoy would never let his face be marked by anyone, much less him, a scrawny underling that had never won a fight in his life.
Lucius caught Severus’s fist in his own pale hand, looking amused.
The fingers, which looked white in the flickering firelight, caught Regulus’s dark hair as his knees were pushed immediately to the ground.
No one moved.
This wasn’t unheard of at an initiation ceremony, but wasn’t practiced that often.
Besides, every one knew that Regulus Black had this coming. Even if it hadn’t been allowed at the ceremony, no one, save one Death Eater, would have moved
forward to fend Lucius Malfoy off. After all, Regulus had been playing around with
something that belonged to Lucius Malfoy.
And that was one basic rule of being a Death Eater; never cross Lucius Malfoy’s path.
Regulus still didn’t seem to know what was going on, and went to the ground willingly, already exhausted from the previous tortures.
The Death Eater above him smirked dangerously behind the mask he was wearing, and his glittering eyes met Severus Snape’s across the circle.
The message was clear: You are mine. And I am making sure of that tonight.
“Touched a nerve, didn’t I?” Lucius asked in a soft, hissing voice.
He leaned in closer to Severus, bringing them very close together.
“But I got the message across, didn’t I?” Lucius questioned, his tone and every movement of his expression deadly serious.
Severus growled lightly.
“Leave him alone.” Severus answered, baring his teeth slightly.
Lucius twisted the arm he was holding slightly, just enough to make Snape
cringe.
“I’ll leave him alone when you leave him alone.”
Lucius moved with obvious efficiency; this was something he had done many times before. Regulus was on his hands and knees, starting to shift around in confusion, his eyes flickering on to where Severus stood, expression in the twin orbs of black pleading to know what was going on.
Severus looked away wordlessly, unable to watch what was about to happen.
Lucius moved robes and clothing swiftly out of the way and moved one hand to catch Regulus around the throat before plunging into the boy without preparation or warning.
Regulus choked as the air was knocked out of him and pain lanced up through his body, warnings ringing sharply in his brain as he refused to cry out.
“I don’t belong to you, Lucius,” Severus hissed, wrenching his arm out of the other’s grasp.
Lucius didn’t blink as he lost grip on the limb, just simply brought his own arm up to his face as though looking at it thoughtfully.
“Legally no, but honestly Severus, you might as well. I know you too well; you don’t endanger darling Regulus any further, and who could blame you? You can’t turn to the Ministry for help, not with that tattoo on your arm. And do you think the Dark Lord will help, Severus? Help you protect some new, inexperienced Death Eater over me? One of his most loyal, most powerful followers? You’re trapped.” Lucius finished smirking.
“You can’t do this,” Severus protested weakly.
He thrust into Regulus over and over, moans of pleasure escaping his pale lips. He could see Severus standing in his place in the circle, hands clenched firmly at his side. It was killing Snape that he couldn’t do anything to stop this rough treatment to his lover.
But throughout it all, Regulus had not screamed, cried out or even whimpered once. He had remained silent, staring stone-faced at the flames that were licking at the sky past the circle of Death Eaters.
Lucius tightened the hand that was wrapped around Regulus’s throat, cutting off his air supply. Regulus’s eyes widened in surprise, but still he made no noise.
Lucius growled in annoyance and grabbed a fistful of the boy’s hair, yanking back sharply as he came inside Regulus, burning the bleeding, bruised passageway.
“Despite the fact that the Dark Lord won’t be willing to lose you, he won’t be willing to lose the last Black, either.” Severus spat, referring to the fact that Regulus was now considered the last Black male, hence the only capable of carrying on a very powerful line.
“I don’t have to directly kill him though,” Lucius spoke lightly. “An accident in a mission that results in the unfortunate and untimely death of the Black heir wouldn’t place the blame on me, would it?”
Severus could take no more; he whipped out his wand, his eyes flashing dangerously as he pointed it at Lucius’s throat.
“If I hear you speak so much as his name ever again, Lucius, I swear I will not rest until I see you dead or worse,” he threatened, his voice low as he glared at Lucius with glittering eyes.
“You don’t have the b-” Lucius started to sneer, but was cut off abruptly.
“Crucio.”
Lucius resumed his spot in the circle as the ceremony continued as though nothing had just happened.
Severus avoided the glance of Lucius as he took a step towards Regulus who was now lying weakly on the ground, barely moving.
“C-Crucio.” Severus said as clearly as possible through trembling lips.
He knew the rest of the Death Eaters were watching them for weaknesses, watching for a stumble or a fault that could cost both of them everything.
The spell hit Regulus’s body and sent it into spasms and for the first and only time that night, Regulus Black screamed.
Lucius stumbled back; more in surprise then anything else. He made a movement to grab his wand, but then stopped and shook his blonde head as though correcting himself mentally.
“You’ve made your point, Severus,” he said calmly as though the other hadn’t just cursed him. “Now get out.”
Severus stared at Lucius evenly for a moment, and then nodded.
“’Night, Lucius,” he said casually, starting towards the door.
Severus was under the impression that he had accomplished something that night, and in a way he had, but not what he had intended to.
Regulus Black’s initiation ceremony was the night that sealed his fate; sealed his death. Because that was the night that Lucius Malfoy decided that Regulus Black was too much competition, too much of an annoyance, to live.
Lucius was a man of great patience, something that not many knew. He waited a year before he even began to work on the demise of the youngest Black. He worked carefully and plotted strategically and hit Regulus in, perhaps, his most well hidden weak spot.
Regulus was ordered to kill his older brother exactly two years after he had been initiated, and he was unable to. He was killed a week later for failure in his mission by a newly initiated Death Eater.
The orders were never traced back to Lucius Malfoy; the orders were never questioned at all. Despite this, Severus Snape knew where the orders had come from, and knew that he was powerless to do anything about them in the usual way of the Death Eaters.
So he did something that was highly out abnormal for a Death Eater; he turned to Albus Dumbledore for help. Of course, he never gave the exact reason for why he turned sides, and no one from the Order ever bothered question him (save Sirius Black, whom he of course couldn’t tell) on why he had turned, just simply accepted the information he passed along gratefully.
He wasted more than half his life pretending. Even after the first fall of the Dark Lord, the idiots in the Ministry managed to miss Lucius Malfoy as a Death Eater, and for the next fifteen years, he would have to not only stay on Lucius Malfoy’s good side, but also the younger Malfoy, Draco.
So it wasn’t until in Draco’s fifth year that Lucius Malfoy was thrown into
Azkaban, and given the kiss two years later at the final fall of the Dark Lord that Severus Snape was able to say, “Rest in Peace, Regulus.”