standsonhigh | High school AU open post

"He's a loser," Koschei insisted, not sounding angry just certain. Self delusion was a wonderful quality. "But that's your type, isn't it? Pathetic losers like him. Bet it turns you on, thinking about him, all dressed up smart for this weekend. Fucking him in such a fancy setting, really sticking it one to daddy."

The hint was there, the idea was planted. One wrong move, one excuse, and daddy would know all about his sons desires. Be they made up or not. Koschei could start a rumour and spread it like wildfire if he wanted. He may not of been well liked at school but he was well feared. People knew their place with him, they did as they were told. Just as he liked it. "But fine, you can come see me after if you must. You better bring me something nice from your party."

"Sure, Koschei. If you say that's my type, then I suppose it is." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, that bit of good mood effectively ruined. The last thing Regulus needed was rumors about being gay. He already had a hard enough time with the whole thing with his brother. Even setting aside Barty's problem, that was definitely not how he wanted it to go.

"I can bring you something. What do you want?" He shrugged out of his coat as they reached the park, pocketing his phone from it to his trousers before holding the coat up for Koschei to put on. "So you don't want me making plans with anyone but you?"

"Booze, my parents have none. They don't drink," Koschei said with a hint of disapproval. He took the coat and slid it on, having to roll up the sleeves to make it work. He didn't really like the fact that Barty was bigger than him, it was a point of soreness. Barty was meant to be a victim, why did he get to tower over Koschei?

"Not really. I mean if you must then you must but you shouldn't need anyone else. You have me. Aren't I just the best company?" Koschei bragged playful, smirking at his latest servant. He loved when people just devoted themselves to him, it was a thing of pride to him. "Always check with me before you run off with someone else."

"Provide you with booze? Can do that, no problem." Barty eyed Koschei from the side, feeling a bit of an unsure feeling rising up inside him before shaking his head and staring straight ahead again. Once he graduated, once he could be independent from his parents without too big a fuzz, Koschei wouldn't have any influence on him anymore. Hell, his influence was pretty finite, now, given he couldn't exactly actually be around him 24/7, so no reason to get overly agitated. The bloke just had megalomaniac tendencies.

"Wouldn't it be easier if you just told me when you want me to be available and I can try to accommodate you?"

"Nothing cheap either, I want the good stuff," Koschei insisted, not wanting to be stuck with cheap gunk again. He asked that Malfoy boy to get him some once and got a shop brand wine for his efforts. The bottle had been promptly smashed and turned into a weapon to use against the smug little shit. Soon taught him not to play games with the new kid. "And I like whiskeys and scotches above all but I will settle for a good wine or a nice strong vodka."

Playfully, he looked at Barty and grinned, unable to believe he thought it could be that easy. "But Barty, if we make plans then that's too easy. No, you'll always be able to work around it. I prefer rudely interrupting your life and doing what I want with it."

"I'm going to be pillaging from the Black household. Their cheap stuff is probably still worth its weight in gold." Barty crossed his arms because it was getting a bit chilly, but obviously he'd not bring that up. He could just job home after, that was sure to warm him back up. "Whiskeys and scotches. I'll see what I can do. You'll probably be disappointed, but that's just your general disposition, so what's a poor bloke to do?"

He rolled his eyes, again, something he did a lot when in Koschei's company. "Of course. How silly of me." He would have said more, but as his phone vibrated he pulled it out to read the message he'd gotten, quickly texting a reply. "Is there really no one better you could force into spending time with you?"

"Whatever, I don't care, just make it drinkable and I won't be mad," He really wouldn't as long as the job was done and done well, he might even share it. His parents weren't drinkers and therefore he rarely got a chance himself. Father always said that drinking was what idiots did. Which was ironic considering that he was the biggest idiot Koschei knew.

When Barty started to text, Koschei side-eyed him, clearly unhappy. Why was Barty doing this to him? Baiting him? In annoyance, he swiftly slapped the phone out of his hand out of petty revenge, tempted to stomp on it. "I'm sorry, am I boring you? Can you not focus on me for five minutes. Stop dicking me about or I'll just go straight to daddy. Got me?"

"...right. Sorry. I wasn't thinking." He hadn't been, really. Barty had never been one to particularly enjoy the company of other people most of the time, but every now and then before the whole mess with Koschei started he'd still hung out with friends and the weird vibe aside, there were times it didn't feel that different with Koschei. Texting wouldn't be a problem then. Barty stopped walking and wet his lips.

"May I pick up my phone? I'll turn it off. It was just my mother." He should have been more careful. The teasing with Koschei felt almost normal at times, easy to forget what a dick this guy really was, how easily he could ruin his life. How he was using and abusing him, really. "Please."

With a slightly deflated sigh, Koschei shrugged and gestured for him to pick it up, suddenly feeling a bit stupid for over-reacting. It was just annoying. Here he was, bored and alone with no one interesting to amuse him. And his only company wanted to be with everyone but him. He guessed his mom was right after all, you can't force people to be your friends, you have to win them over.

But that was a lot of effort and he wasn't that sort of person. Maybe he'd just never have friends? Servants and slaves worked fine for him. He could make them like him. "Come on, keep up, I want to get to the lake while the sun is out."

Barty quickly picked up his phone and turned it off, as promised, before pocketing it. He walked next to Koschei, not really having any trouble keeping up. Longer legs and all that. He wasn't sure how to keep Koschei entertained now, but given that it was really quite cold, the park was practically abandoned, so in a moment of daring he reached for Koschei's hand and did indeed walk with him, holding hands.

"There used to be lots of ducks in the lake when I was little, but I guess they got rid of them or something. Or I just haven't seen them in a while."

Koschei stared for a while, not overly sure which emotion to pick to feel right now. He settled for smug, happily holding Barty's hand and secretly hoping no one saw. That would destroy his plans and prevent Barty from playing with him. And he couldn't have that, could he? "They don't 'get rid' of ducks. They probably just died of the cold during the winter and were skilfully removed."

Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he eyed the lake in interest. Maybe they could find the lake some ducks? Could be doable. "Or they could of starved to death. Everyone feeds them in summer, no one bothers in the winter."

"Could be. Don't really know, just remembered now. That was a long time before you got here when I actually paid attention to ducks. Some time when I was shorter than you. Probably pre-school." Alright, he apparently couldn't quite cut it out. But he was walking hands in hands with the bloke around the lake, that ought to be worth some teasing.

"But your talk of dead ducks really upped the romantic of the moment. God-given talent, that."

"I'm not that short," Koschei insisted, he was just shorter than the average bloke. Didn't mean anything, it wasn't a statement about him just poor genetics. He blamed his mother, she was only five foot. "You're just some weird lanky yeti thing. Not my problem that you tower over everyone."

Rolling his eyes, he playfully grinned at Barty, taking the insults in his stride. Because the less annoyed he was, the more it pissed everyone else off. "Hey, ducks aren't exactly romantic creatures to discuss in the first place. The male ones hold the female ones heads under the water to assert dominance... huh, you know what, actually a little romantic."

See that smile he's wearing? Not a smile of a well adjusted young man.

"Think we're both normal-sized. Just on different ends of the spectrum. Don't worry, it's adorable." His voice was perfectly bland as he said it, but he was still walking with the only person in the world that knew he was gay around a lake holding hands, so it might still qualify as the most romantic compliment he'd ever given.

He glanced at Koschei from the side and raised his eyebrows before snorting and shaking his head. "Remind me to warn your future girlfriend, just in case." Oh, he did see the smile and it freaked him out just a little and thrilled him in a way it really shouldn't, so he tried to ignore it as much as possible.

"Don't ever call me adorable," Koschei insisted, not liking it. It didn't hit the right note for him and it was the kind of crap his mother would say to him whenever he tried to do something rebellious or cool. The sad part of being a runty lad who didn't seem to age much was that people never quite take you seriously. And that was a sore point for Koschei.

Koschei looked at Barty for a moment in disbelief before bursting into mad happy laughter. What an idiot, did he really just say that? "Girlfriend? Fuck off, Barty. Do I look straight to you?"

And, to make his point, he swung their hands playfully. Seriously, it was kind of obvious. The clues were there.

"Not really," Barty admitted, "I only thought you were straight when I still found you kind of attractive. I'm a pessimist, see? Now you could be as gay as a barrel of monkeys." At least that was relatively... if not polite, at least roundabout enough to not really count as an insult.

Barty let go of Koschei's hand when he saw someone in the distance, not wanting to risk anything. There was a reason he put up with all of this, after all.

"You never lose attraction, you know? You have it forever. You can forget sometimes but you never truly stop seeing the beauty in something you appreciate," Koschei argued skilfully, looking entirely smug and casual. On the inside, he was burning. He hated being insulted, it tore him up inside. But he had self control, he wasn't an animal. He could play the waiting game if he had to.

With his hand free, he put it into his pocket and looked forward with a slight frown. "Why are you even scared of people knowing you're gay? -- Is it the kids at school or all on daddy?"

"I thought I liked your personality, genius. Given that that was before I really got to know you, sure, I still appreciate the beauty there, but it never existed in the first place, so." Barty wasn't being entirely truthful there, on any account, but he just shrugged and looked out at the lake.

"Just don't think it's anyone's business who I want to shag, unless they are the person I want to shag. Don't really fancy being beaten up over it though either, so, that's additional motivation."

"It's quite funny, actually. Because I seriously fucking hated you from the moment I met you," Koschei informed him, stopping by the lake and leaning over the rail to look for ducks. There had to be so somewhere, right? Maybe they were hiding from the cold. "I really did, I thought you were a boring and stupid little pawn who just piggybacked on others glory."

Grinning, he turned to Barty and playfully reached out, ruffling his hair in a mocking manner. "Then I got to know you and realised you're clearly a masochistic little fucker and that just turns me on. How else do you explain always provoking me like this? You know I'll get you back."

So either he was dumb or just got off on others punishing him.

"That's not really saying much. You hate everyone." Barty shook his head, not wanting him to touch his hair but knowing better than to tell him as much. "I'm not provoking you, just showing you where you can shove it the only way I know how to. But, sure, if it turns you on, feel free to pretend that I just love it when you punish me. Can't wait for the leather hood and penis gag, don't forget the whip."

He smirked and ruffled his own hair, as if that could undo Koschei's ruffling somehow. "You're projecting."

"I don't hate everyone. I just find them dull and uninteresting," Koschei reasoned as they continued to walk. The further along the lake they went, the more the protective gate started to disappear, leaving an open space for people to come down and feed the ducks. "You know that you need to shut up with me and yet you never do. I'd say you want this, you want to be punished. Or you're just very very stupid. Either way..."

And, with that, he suddenly launched and Barty and shoved him hard, trying to knock him into the lake. Bastard thought he could keep talking to Koschei like that? Well, he was wrong.

Barty had expected it, but a few moments too late to react. He ended up in the water after a rather disgraceful yelp, coming up to glare at Koschei. Fuck this, but point made, he supposed. He got out, dripping wet and shivering, although he definitely tried suppressing the latter, and stubbornly looked at the ground instead of at Koschei.

"Can we go inside somewhere?" He didn't actually want to catch pneumonia.

Koschei laughed happily, clapping his hands, unable to help it. He found Barty such a funny little guy, he was so mouthy yet so easily reigned in. Why did he even bother to mouth off if he couldn't take the punishment. "Did you see any ducks? I didn't see any! I thought I did but that was just you flailing about."

Grinning brightly, he happily trailed ahead, so pleased with himself. Koschei was not the sort of boy to piss off, one day Barty would learn that. "Inside? Where? You're set, we can't go into a cafe or anything. Can't go to your house, I'm better."

Barty glowered at Koschei and wrapped his arms around himself, wondering if it was cold enough to freeze. He'd find out soon, he supposed, if Koschei went through with this and after all the boy had already put him through he didn't exactly expect a sudden change of heart. That seemed about casually cruel enough to fit the bill.

He could just throw him into the lake, too, but for one thing he had his coat on and he didn't want to ruin it and for another... He'd rather not ruin his life, either.

"Then what do you want to do?" Because this had just turned from bearable to torture, really.

"I said I wanted to go to the park, we're in the park so lets have fun in it. Is that so hard?" Koschei asked his dripping wet companion, noting the shivers. He wasn't about to feel any pity for him, he'd started it and Koschei was happy to finish it. That was how it always worked for him. "It's easy to have fun at the park."

And, like that, he took the lead towards the play area. Not many people were out today, what with the awful weather and potential for rain, but nothing could stop Koschei from being painfully annoying.

Stealing a free swing, he took a seat and gestured to the one next to his. "Come on, have a swing!"

High school AU open post

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