barty and evan missing regulus so much after his death that they make sirius their new bitch (no pun intended) just bc they're addicted to fucking black brothers
The death of Regulus Black had shook many wizards to their core. A promising young man turned deatheater killed in the pursuit of cleansing the world of filth.
Grief was a side effect of war. If you weren't dead, you wished that you were. Loved ones were lost every day. Murdered. The streets began to reek of blood.
Barty and Evan deal with their emotions differently than others. They were brutal, becoming more erratic. Killing anyone who didn't have answers for them. Following the Dark Lord was no longer the highest priority.
It was getting their star back.
Intelligence ran in the Black family blood. Sirius had covered his tracks, staying below the radar once Regulus' death had hit the papers. He knew his brother's lovers well. It was only a matter of time before they began looking for him.
After months of slaughtering anyone who got in their way, Barty had finally tracked down Sirius.
Finding his address wasn't easy, but a friendly talk with Peter and a few broken fingers had brought him to a muggle neighbourhood in Suffolk.
Dismantling the obscene amount of wards placed around Sirius' home took some time. Barty and Evan were smart. Doing one per day to slowly bring down the protective spells without alerting him.
The day after a full moon, they got him while he was asleep. A few binding spells and sheer brute strength from Evan secured the final piece they needed.
Sirius woke up in a panic. Darkness surrounded him, a blindfold keeping him from properly seeing his surroundings. The silence was deafening, but he could feel someone watching him.
"I-I don't know what happened to Regul–"
He hadn't meant to speak, but the words came tumbling out in a panic. The reaction to his brother's name was immediate. Barty slammed his foot into Sirius' side, making him yelp in pain and the chair he was tied to tumbled over.
"Don't you dare say his name, you filthy fucking blood traitor!"
Barty spat the words out like venom before actually spitting onto him. Digging the heel of his boot into Sirius' ribs, he beckoned for Evan to come over.
"We're well aware you wouldn't know anything about Reg. You're here for other uses."
Grabbing Sirius by his hair, his face was forcefully pressed against Evan's clothed cock. Having someone who looked nearly identical to Regulus so close made him harden quickly, a low groan rumbling in his chest.
"We've been lonely without him," Evan explained, grinding against Sirius' cheek. "And you look so much like him."
Tears pricked the corners of his eyes from behind the blindfold, his stomach twisting itself in knots. He dreaded what was yet to come, but his cock twitched at the thought.
Sirius found himself at a loss for words. Instead of trying to beg for mercy like any sane person would, he gave mouthed at Evan's cock through the layers of fabric.
"I'll be good. Please– let me be good."
There was a sick sense of satisfaction in being used as a replacement for Regulus. In a way, it made him feel closer to his brother.
The other men were taken aback by his willingness. Turning down an opportunity like this, however, would be idiotic.
Pressing his boot harder against Sirius' ribs, Barty was determined to see how far they could push him. Evan undid his belt, pushing his trousers and briefs down, letting his cock spring free.
"Go on then, lets see if a dirty muggle lover can still suck cock."
Still blindfolded and tied to a chair, all Sirius could do was let his mouth fall open. An heir to the most notorious pureblood family reduced to nothing but a whore.
It was humiliating.
So why was he aroused?
Evan tapped his cock against Sirius' cheek before sliding into his mouth. It was heavy on his tongue, reminiscent of the weight of his actions. Letting two deatheaters use him like a toy without even trying to put up a fight.
He hallowed out his cheeks as Evan set a brutal pace, giving him no time to get used to the sudden intrusion in his mouth.
Drool dribbled down Sirius' chin, the back of his throat being rammed into with every sharp thrust. He gagged on Evan's cock, unable to breathe properly.
A sharp pain in his side made Sirius cry out around Evan, the sob making him choke. Barty had broken one of his ribs, barking out a laugh at his pain.
"Crying will just make us harder, Reg."
Sirius hardly noticed that he'd been called his brother's name. The lack of air and Evan's rough fucking made him lightheaded. Stars danced behind his eyelids, the ground under him rocking like ocean waves.
Everything around Sirius was fading out. Barty's cruel laughter. The heady taste of Evan's cock. Shattered ribs that would be a bitch to heal.
The last thing he remembered before losing consciousness was Evan moaning for Regulus when he came down Sirius' throat.
His brother's name rang in his ears like a prayer and a taunt all at once.
Evan could be heard through the halls, arguing with someone nobody else could see. He screamed and swung at the invisible threat. The nurses and guards didn’t care, and were nowhere to be seen. Sirius carefully approached Evan from where he could see him getting closer. Evan eyed him warily but didn’t back away or lash out at him.
Sirius smiled softly when their eyes met. Evan seemed confused, but less agitated now. This was routine, Sirius was the only one who could help Evan through the panic caused by his hallucinations. Sirius held out his arms and Evan’s shoulders sagged as he walked into the outstretched arms.
Sirius held him tightly, letting out a soft sigh of relief that this time, Evan trusted him right away and needed no convincing. Sirius placed a soft kiss to Evan’s shoulder and rubbed soothing circles into his back.
After a while, Evan pulled back just enough to look Sirius in the eye. “Thanks,” he muttered softly.
Sirius smiled lovingly and nodded, bringing one hand to cup Evan’s jaw. Sirius tilted his chin up and kissed the tip of Evan’s nose gently.
