Revenge Is Sweet
Title: Revenge Is Sweet
Word Count:200
Rating: R
Challenge: DD9 This Picture
Characters: Regulus and...
Disclaimer: So not mine, I just like to play with them
Team: Lions
A/N: Sequel to It’s Always Better Homemade
They apparated back to Regulus’ place locked in a heated embrace.
“Sit down, make yourself comfortable.” Regulus motioned to the couch and with a flick of his wand lit a fire in the fireplace. “I’ll get us something to drink.”
Moments later Regulus returned carrying a tray containing the biscotti, a fine Italian dessert wine and glasses.
“I made them myself.” He broke off a piece and held it between his lips as he leaned towards the brown haired, brown eyed man next to him. The man eagerly accepted the treat.
Regulus handed fed him another piece… and another… and another…
“These are really good.” His guest coughed.
“Secret is in the almond flavouring.”
His guest started to cough more violently, causing him to drop his wine glass, breaking it neatly in two.
Regulus sat back, sipping his wine, watching his ‘date’ becoming increasingly more distressed. The way he shook and started to sweat. The way he coughed up blood and was paralyzed to the spot. The desperate begging… pleading... Regulus relished every moment, committing them to memory.
Regulus had waited a long time for this… to make him pay for what he’d done. A slow painful death was justice.
Word Count:200
Rating: R
Challenge: DD9 This Picture
Characters: Regulus and...
Disclaimer: So not mine, I just like to play with them
Team: Lions
A/N: Sequel to It’s Always Better Homemade
They apparated back to Regulus’ place locked in a heated embrace.
“Sit down, make yourself comfortable.” Regulus motioned to the couch and with a flick of his wand lit a fire in the fireplace. “I’ll get us something to drink.”
Moments later Regulus returned carrying a tray containing the biscotti, a fine Italian dessert wine and glasses.
“I made them myself.” He broke off a piece and held it between his lips as he leaned towards the brown haired, brown eyed man next to him. The man eagerly accepted the treat.
Regulus handed fed him another piece… and another… and another…
“These are really good.” His guest coughed.
“Secret is in the almond flavouring.”
His guest started to cough more violently, causing him to drop his wine glass, breaking it neatly in two.
Regulus sat back, sipping his wine, watching his ‘date’ becoming increasingly more distressed. The way he shook and started to sweat. The way he coughed up blood and was paralyzed to the spot. The desperate begging… pleading... Regulus relished every moment, committing them to memory.
Regulus had waited a long time for this… to make him pay for what he’d done. A slow painful death was justice.