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sword - rosekiller microfic - word count: 426 - NSFW, not explicit but suggestive - (part one?)

Evan had just walked out of his flat, heading to his office which was just a few blocks away. He usually kept his head low, rushing past everybody as to not draw attention to himself, but today something was different.

He came across a strange pierced man on the sidewalk—almost tripping over him—who seemed to be buffing and cleaning a sword. Living downtown on a sketchy street, Evan should've found this normal to an extent, but he was so intruiged.

"Sorry, am I in your way?"

"No, not at all. It's just..what the fuck do you have a sword for?"

"I uhm, do sword swallowing. I've been needing to make a few pounds recently, so I've been going around the city doing shit like that."

"Huh. Interesting. Mind if I watch?"

"No, not at all."

Evan nodded and stepped back to watch him do his magic. Many people had gathered now, of course wondering what the hell is going on. Barty simply smiled and want on with his act.

For a reason likely to be pure insanity, he gave the crowd anticipation by running his teeth and even his tongue across the bronze blade. Evan's breath hitched, noticing every movement of his mouth. The man seemed to notice this, so he took it into accunt to make his tricks even more lewd.

As time went on, a few people began shouting at him to get on with it, and to actually start sword swallowing.

He cleared his throat a few times, opened his mouth wide, and the sword slid right in without any further preparation. Evans mouth, too, was agape at the sight. One of the most attractive men on earth had a three-foot-long sword lodged down his throat.

Fuck.

After the show was over, Evan had finally built up enough courage to go back over to the sword swallower.

"Evan Rosier." He said, nodding to the latter, suggesting a response.

"Barty Crouch Jr."

Barty held out a hand, expecting a hand shake, but what he got in return was a tough lock on his wrist. "How would you feel about coming back to my flat with me? I wanna see what things other than a sword I can put down your throat."

"Oh my! What a forward young man you are.." Barty intrigued sarcastically, "but I suppose I could, considering your complexion.."

Evan laughed and dragged him along, down the street toward the steps of the loft.

He didn't care if he lost time. He couldn't go to work this turned on anyway.

Gnr doodle page I guess