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works/285883.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Regulus_Black/Bellatrix_Lestrange, Regulus_Black/Severus_Snape, Regulus
      Black/Lucius_Malfoy, Regulus_Black/Rabastan_Lestrange, Regulus_Black/
      Bartemius_Crouch_Jr., Regulus_Black/Peter_Pettigrew
  Character:
      Regulus_Black, Bellatrix_Lestrange, Lucius_Malfoy, Rodolphus_Lestrange,
      Rabastan_Lestrange, Bartemius_Crouch_Jr., Severus_Snape, Peter_Pettigrew,
      Tom_Riddle
  Additional Tags:
      Community:_kink_bingo, Orgy, Voyeurism
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-11-30 Words: 1836
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by BeesKnees
Summary
     Regulus is welcomed to the fold.
     Written for kink-bingo 2010; orgy.
Regulus was spinning. Of that, he had been certain since the moment he had
entered. He didn't really understand. The air was thick and heady with
something that Regulus was certain was magic – but of what it was supposed to
be doing, Regulus didn't know. All he had been told was that there were certain
rituals that had to happen before he was initiated. He had complied, because
there was nothing else for him to do but lesson.
He was on his knees in the middle of a stone room, which was far too hot. There
were fires in every corner of the room, flickering and casting shadows onto the
ceiling. The smoke made his head feel heavy.
He had been surrounded, in the beginning, by a circle of Death Eaters, all in
dark cloaks and silver glinting masks made red by the fire. The circle had
broken though when one of the Death Eaters had moved forward, twining their way
against him. Regulus had instantly known that it was Bellatrix – not because of
the familiar way that she pressed against him, but because of the slice of a
smile he had caught when she had lifted her mask up just far enough for him to
see. Her mouth seared against his; there were too many teeth, biting into his
lower lip as she opened him up.
He could taste promise in her mouth.
Bellatrix rocked into his lap, pressing him closer to the ground. He nearly
lost balance for a moment, but a pair of clever hands caught him. They were
right underneath his ribs, pressing in so tightly that they never hurt.
It took only a quite glance to recognize them as Barty's; he knew they way the
shook, knew the dashes of scars that crisscrossed the backs of them. Barty's
hands slid down along his frame, finding the thin expanse of his wrists. He
pulled them backwards, so that Regulus felt another wave of dizziness. He found
himself further opened to Bellatrix, who was stroking at his face with the pull
of her nails. Barty had his hands in one and he could feel something cold and
unforgiving twisting them together.
Regulus had no time to wonder exactly what it was, because there were a pair of
figures, stepping in closer to them once more. Regulus looked up blearily; one
of them was Rabastan, his mask already off. His mouth was twisted into a cheeky
little smile. Beside him was a figure so similar in size and build that,
despite the mask, Regulus knew it had to be Rodolphus.
Rabastan dropped to his knees beside Regulus, easily stealing his mouth from
Bellatrix, who let out a little huff of high-pitched laughter. Rodolphus' face
floated peripherally into the line of his vision; he was behind Bellatrix, his
long, fingers playing into the dark hair at the nape of her neck as he pressed
his mouth against the lily-white expanse of her neck.
Rabastan began to undo the buttons of Regulus' robes even as he thrust his
tongue hungrily, sloppily into his mouth. Behind him, Barty was continuing to
tie his arms together, another string of bindings finding their way about his
elbows. Then, Barty's fingers were tracing their way up his spine, counting
knob after knob as if he could contain and control every facet of Regulus'
body.
Rabastan had his robes pushed to his elbows in mere seconds. The fabric only
added another layer of binding; Regulus couldn't bring himself to care. He was
pushing himself forward into Rabastan's kiss; Barty was holding him back the
best he could and with every rock of his body, he sent Bellatrix careening
further against Rodolphus.
Before Regulus could piece together what was happening, Bellatrix had slipped
out of his lap. Barty pushed him forward and he found himself splayed on top of
Rabastan. His cock was digging into Rabastan's hip and he moaned throatily,
unable to reposition himself at all. It didn't seem to matter at all. Rabastan
grabbed him by the hips and ground forward against him. He slid his hands
forward and thumbed open the pants that Regulus was wearing. Barty finished the
job that Rabastan started; his deft fingers hooked into the waistband and
brought it down about Regulus' ankles.
Rabastan's hands reclaimed their possessive hold on his hips, effectively
stilling him. Regulus let out a mumbled noise of complaint, but Rabastan
scraped his teeth along his jaw, silencing him for the moment. Seconds later he
could Barty's hands on his body again; his fingers were deftly spreading
Regulus' arse open so that his tongue could probe at the puckered entrance.
Regulus cried out into Rabastan's shoulder this time, surprised by the sudden
sensation.
He couldn't keep still. Rabastan claimed his mouth again but he found that he
couldn't even begin to kiss properly at all. Barty's tongue was delving inside
of him, repeatedly thrusting inside of him, making him thrust blindly up
against Rabastan. There were nails scraping over his scalp, twining his hair –
he thought that they might have been Bella's, but he had no idea anymore.
“Rabastan.”
The voice was too close to them, practically hissed in between their mouths,
but Regulus couldn't place it for the life of him. All he was aware of was the
Barty slipped out of him and pulled him back as Rabastan pulled away. Another
body slid close to him; the mask was still on and Regulus didn't pretend to
know who it was. The Death Eater slid his hand into Regulus' hair, his fingers
briefly tangling with Bella's as he guided Regulus down to where his pants were
already open.
Regulus ran his nose against the incredibly pale spattering of hair that led
down the man's stomach before wrapping his lips around his thick cock. He
sucked the best he could, the angle all wrong; Regulus was subject to the jerk
of Lucius' hips. He couldn't pull himself back or away, not with how elbows
were tied behind his back. He kept feeling as if he was going to choke.
Bellatrix leaned in close again. She kissed his cheek gently, her mouth
pressing small kisses all along his skin. One of her hands moved down to rake
along his bare chest.
“That's my boy,” she said softly, her voice full of praise.
“Severus,” a cruel voice rang out. Everything seemed to slow down for a moment.
Regulus lifted his eyes to where the Dark Lord was standing in one corner of
the room, seeming far too close to the fire there. Regulus could feel his spine
straighten as he became aware of those red eyes on him, as if they were seeing
through him entirely. He felt flushed; he could feel the sweat beading and
rolling down his back.
“You had best welcome our newest guest, Severus,” the Dark Lord instructed. He
was looking solely at Regulus, but Regulus peripherally became aware of the two
Death Eaters that were still standing stiffly at their places in the circle.
After a moment, one of the pair broke away. Instantly, he began to undress,
removing first the mark before stripping down the Death Eater robes. Regulus
watched Severus move as long as he could, before his attention was recaptured
by a particularly violent snap of Lucius' hips.
Regulus began to suck more adamantly, his head bobbing up and down even though
he was certain that any moment he might tip forward entirely into Lucius' lap.
However, a pair of hands – quite clearly Severus' – found the rings of bruises
that Rabastan had already left on his hips. Severus' hands were far more
tentative than Rabastan's had been and his grasp was minimal at best.
He didn't touch Regulus in any other way. He didn't lean or say anything,
simply pushed inside of Regulus in a steady and even thrust. Regulus groaned,
the sound muffled, uneven. Lucius' hand tightened in his hair and pushed his
head down further. Regulus could barely breathe. Between the smoke and the heat
of the room and the lack of oxygen, his head was beginning to spin dangerously;
he could barely even feel Severus' hand on his body anymore.
Just when he was certain he couldn't take anymore, Lucius pulled out and came
messily, spurting ropes of come over his face and mouth. Regulus let out a
gasping breath. Lucius let go of him. He almost crashed against the ground, but
one of Severus' hand shifted. He caught Regulus around the middle with his arm
and pulled him back so that he was now seated in Severus' lap. He half looked
back at the other, but Rabastan caught his chin firmly in one hand. Holding him
in place, he and Barty leaned back in and begin to lick the come off of
Regulus' face, their tongues briefly intertwining.
Regulus knew that he was staring at them, but he was suddenly reeling from
being able to breathe again. He was all too aware of everything. He was too
aware of the way that Severus was driving up into him, pushing out uneven pants
of breath; he was aware of the way that Rodolphus hadn't removed his mask, but
Regulus could still hear his heavy breathing and the brush of fabric as he
slipped his fingers inside of Bellatrix's robes. Regulus could feel her gaze –
“Pettigrew,” The Dark Lord had moved. He was far closer now, a mere feet away.
“Let it not be forgotten that you still have to prove yourself as well.” His
voice was snide, cruel as he spoke. “Because, regardless of what this boy has
to prove – and make no mistake that he is a boy – he will always be better than
you by mere virtue of his birth.”
Regulus could hear Rabastan snicker a little, but he was coming apart
systemically; he wasn't even sure if Severus' breathing had changed in the
slightest, but the head of his cock was lining up perfectly, making heat sear
through Regulus' entire body. It took him a moment to even realize that a mouth
was wrapped around his cock. He whimpered, his hips arching up as he looked
down – startled to see someone he only vaguely remembered; wasn't he Sirius'-?
Whatever the thought had been was immediately erased from his mind. It didn't
matter that the blow job was sloppy, too much wetness and nothing that Regulus
really craved; Severus came inside of him a moment later, and finally, he let
out the smallest of groans, his hands tightening about Regulus. Regulus let out
a hoarse shout and spilled himself down Pettigrew's throat, his hips spasming
forward.
When he became aware of himself again, he was splayed on the cool floor. His
arms had been unbound. Red rings traced his pale skin, but the Dark Lord was
holding his left arm. Regulus stared up at him, his head feeling more clear
than it had in hours as the Dark Lord pressed the tip of his wand into the
already raw flesh.
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