(Joram) Thinking always is your down fall.

Something Joram happened to be very excellent at was the fact that he knew who needed a drink in the most peculiar of times. Brushing the snow off his shoulders and kicking his shoes on the top of the steps, he shivered. It had been freezing lately and normally it would have never effected this boy, but right now it did. Sniffing up the air he noticed something was out of sorts. Someone was out and about and it happened to be well after curfew. Slipping into the shadows he paced to corridors just waiting to see who it was. The scent of Sirius Black filled his nose, but there was something else and it happened to be much more...musky.

Following his nose it lead him to the Room of Requirement, and upon which he saw the back end of Regulus Black enter upon the disappearing door. Waiting for it to close completely, he didn't exactly want it to seem like he was stalking. Fixing his jacket in the shadows of the night, Joram made himself appear as though he was here for a reason, which he was. Finally a few moments passed and he crossed the path of to the door three times with one thing in his mind. Regulus Black. The door appeared and Joram welcomed himself into the room. "Oh, sorry I didn't know that someone would be in here." Lie. Letting the door close behind him, Joram just waltzed through the room and set his bag nicely upon a table without too much of a thud and looked at Reg.

"Why are you out of the common room so late? Shouldn't you be, I don't exactly know what you should be doing." Joram could tell that something was bothering the younger boy, and he wasn't sure what it was so he decided that he would stay. Pulling a bottle of wine out from his bag with a V and an M laced together in a brilliant spiral of intricacy, he popped the cork out and took a sip. Watching the dark haired kid sit on the bed across from him, so Joram too a cue and sat in a solitary chair near the foot of the bed and smiled.

Raising his eyebrows at the Black before him a smile came to his lips. "Actually I have something you may like a little more." He wasn't trying to be rude, but if he let this boy have a sip of his wine there could be, rather horrible consquences. Only a few people at this school knew about his ailment and he wanted to keep it that way. As for the wine, it would taste like pure blood with a slight hint of alcohol. It was a Mortelle Wine that they did sell regularly and it was a huge surprise that no one exactly caught on. Rod did, obviously considering Joram bite him in the middle of a very relieving romp, and Integra knew because he was high on cocaine and he let her have a drink from the bottle, Chloe knew because she was his cousin, even though no one pieced that together either. Ezio also knew, he was a family friend after all and he was betrothed to Chloe, so yes a few people knew, but more didn't know.

"Why don't you try this, it's not as harsh." Joram tossed a bottle onto the bed, it was just a plain old bottle of white wine. The glass was clear unlike the one he was holding which happened to be nonrefective and black. There was a stark difference between the two bottles, the label as well. Instead of the silver V that was laced in with the purple M, it didn't exist in the bottle he tossed to Regulus. "If you like wine that is, I may have something stronger in here if you need it." Joram crossed his leg over his knee and looked on that the fifth year.

Not sure what to make of him, Joram only smiled. Sure the spoke a few times in public, and he wasn't sure Reg knew that he was a prime dealer. Joram was secretive in a sense, as in he would never release the names of his clients to anyone who asked, and he made sure to meet close enough to a dorm room, or in the room of requirement. This was his second home in the castle so it was no doubt that he knew where it was and how to get in. "Trust me, I get exactly what you're saying about the whole parents thing. My father thinks being a parent is all a game."

It didn't offend him that the bottle was handed back, he was more or less pleased. Joram enjoyed all the types of wine his family had to offer, especially the blend in his own hand. Nodding quietly he placed the bottle back into the bag and dug deep. Feeling the necks of each bottle he had in his bag until he found one that wasn't going to anyone inparticular. "Right, and you only need to pay me if you want the whole bottle, if that's the case it'll be four galleons." Pulling out the bottle of Jamacian Rum from the depths of his messenger bag, holding it up to inspect the quality of liquor in the bottle. "Scratch that, this wasn't aged long enough it'll only be three galleons."

Joram never carried over priced products, he sold them for a little more than he got them, but not too much as he didn't want to turn his clients away, but there had to be a profit. He had to cover shipping expenses as well. Not that his father was horrible at getting the items to him, it was just shipment took longer than it would have if the items were sent from wizards, which they were not. Muggle liquor, as Joram liked to say, had a much broader and more round taste. Without the use of magic alcohol seemed to taste better. "My father doesn't care about my grades like any normal parent, and all it really seems is that he wants to have fun, screw being a parent when there is so much more in the world." Shrugging Jor opened the bottle and pulled out two glasses. He wasn't going to let Reg have all the fun. "I'll tell you what, I'll drop it down to two galleons, since I'm having a drink as well. I don't want to short you on the goods."

Everything the boy sold was fairly priced and he sold based on quality. His highrollers got the top of the line goods, while his low lives usually got mediocre quality. Joram knew that Regulus was by no means poor, but if he saw potential in the boy he would usually cut a deal with a lower quality of liquor, not that it was bad, it just wasn't top of the line. "So, this particular brand is one of my favorites. I buy from them more than the others and they've never let me down. It is a full-bodied premium with a lovely warm golden color. It's rich and satisfying with an exeptionally sophisticated flavor. This particular rum is a blend of 15 different styles that have all been aged to perfection in hand-crafted oak barrels, it's great on it's own as well as mixed with cocktails. The aroma it gives of happens to be almost more intoxicating that the spirit itself, subtle hints of orange peel, different spices, brown sugar and aroma. It's a great starting point for someone like you who is not too familiar with my product." Handing the glass over to Regulus he smiled lifting his own glass and sipping on the liquor.

Shifting uncomfortably in the chair Joram groaned and got up. With glass in hand Jor crawled onto the bed next to Regulus without any sort of hesitation. The alcohol swirled in the bottom the glass but not a drop found its way out of the well. He liked Regulus for two reasons, one, he didn't question Joram when it came the price of the alochol, and two, he seemed trustworthy enough. Those two things would surely keep the business coming if it stayed stable like it has been in the past. Settling in next to Regulus and letting his feet hang over the edge. Jeans were skin tight showing of his stick like legs compared to the more athletic boy sitting next to him. Joram didn't exactly check him out when he walked in, but it seemed he was now. Taking notes on his body type, how he held himself. It was all so very interesting. Quidditch player, most definitely, it was obvious in the slim frame he needed to be built for speed, which only lead him to the position of Seeker. Unlike Rodolphus, Rabastan and Zeke who all seemed to have rather broad shoulders as it was their job to catch and throw the quaffle, but they were still in the same category. All of them were lean, but not as aerodynamic as Regulus Black. At that thought Joram came to the assumption that he would have to cheer for the Slytherin Team at the next Quidditch Match.

As the galleons were handed over Joram slipped them into his pocket. He was no stranger to cutting deals especially if the quality was less than par, and if they were sharing. "I hear you amico. Mio Padre, lately seems overbearing, he was at the Nighthouse when you showed up, the one with crazy hair. Seems I can't even throw a party without him rearing his ugly mop these days." Joram rolled his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. Kicking off his shoes as he stretched out his toes and legs. What he would give to be on the Quidditch team, in all honesty he loved watching Rodolphus fly, ever since his third year he's kept his trap shut about his feelings, and even now he still held that secret deep in his chest.

Curious as to why Reg would be happy it was him instead of someone else, Joram rose an eyebrow. "Why? I mean, normally when I come here it's to shag some lovely lady or gent who needs to release som stress. It would have been horrible if I brought someone with, but if you're glad it is me I guess I have no other option but to agree." Joram cracked a smile with a small laugh. His teeth shone brightly in the dim lights of the room as he brought the glass to his lips. Finishing off the rum he shifted. Getting on his knees and leaning over the footboard of the bed to place the glass on the small table next to his bag, Joram almost ate shit before catching himself and pulling himself back onto the bed in a seated and secure position. "That was close as hell. Almost went over board there." With a laugh he looked of at Reg with a bright and soft smile.

It was getting so cold in the room so Joram pulled the sleeves of his sweatshirt down around his wrists. Sure it had gone quiet, but that wasn't all there was. Regulus laughed lightly and that was what caught Joram off guard. True to his thoughts, Joram had never heard Reg laugh, at least not in public. This was the private of a bedroom. The room was quaint and very secluded, just him and Regulus.

"Oh, worried about my safety now are you?" Quick to recognize the tone in Regulus' voice, Joram nudged against him with his shoulder and elbow. "Anyway, you have a nice smile, you should do that more often." His cheeks flared for a moment. What the hell was he doing complimenting a fifth year boy, especially when he had Rodolphus. This wouldn't be love, it could never be and Joram would not allow it. His heart was set in stone on the one person that could make him feel, and he was allowed to be himself around that certain one guy. No one knew, hell he wasn't even sure Rod knew. That lie.

"Honestly if I were to have gone down and face planted. I would be cracking up, but luckily I didn't. Don't want to leave any welts on this precious face of mine." his voice was dripping with sarcasm. He had no idea how Regulus felt about the same sex, Joram on the other hand. Well he was impressed by how well kept the fifth year was. There happened to be something about the pureblood boys and keeping up their appearances. It made Joram happy to know that he wasn't one of the only ones.

The kiss came faster than he expected. Actually the kiss came and it was very unexpected. Of all people Regulus Black's lips touched his, they were soft and very kissable, but he pulled away and Joram didn't want him to. The urge grew as the both were seeming to need to relax, he could save his love for Rod, but the lust, it was anyone's game and Regulus seemed like he wanted to play. Joram was up for anything now the stress was getting too much to bear so he turned on Regulus.

Pulling his left leg across the legs of the younger Slytherin boy, hands pressing his shoulder's against the wall behind him. Joram allowed his lips to touch Reg's without any hesitation. That was something so lovable about the Hufflepuff boy, when he wanted something he wanted it so much that he wouldn't stop until he had it, and right now Regulus Black was the fix he needed. Sex was such a great release that it didn't matter who he got it from as long as it was good enough. Maybe he needed someone to love him back, but right now he wasn't worried about that.

Hand finding the back of Reg's neck he held him there so gently, but with such an unspoken force. Luckily Joram was light in weight and wouldn't crush the poor Slytherin Seeker underneath him, but he was stronger. It may not look like it in muscle tone or build, but to Jor it came natural, if he wanted to be controlled he would let those gates down, but if Reg wanted to be controlled it would be easy enough to switch gears. At this point, Joram let his soft hands press Reg against the wall a little bit more.

Lips locked in an inebriated bliss. The Mortelle boy was far too skilled in faking love that it may have seemed like he was honestly infatuted with Reg, but that wasn't the case. It was the feeling of want that moved him, and addiction was just as passionate as being in love. At least it was for Joram.