Creek Blues

by MourningMax

Summary:

Regulus is a virgin. He writes erotica. He uses his writing to cope with what seems to be a one-sided obsession.

Sirius is studying abroad. He had to leave after his obsession leaves him with nothing but guilt and things crawling under his skin.

Remus is a humble farmhand. He lives alone and has been entrusted with taking care of Regulus while Sirius is gone. He is in for the ride of his life.

Authors Note: This is my baby, handle it with care. Or, slam it against a brick wall and call it malarkey; malarkey you say! You don’t choose the Creek Blues life, the Creek Blues life chooses you.

Chapter 1: Kinda I Want To

Please enjoy the playlist I've been listening to non-stop in order to write this. It's not full of the most obscure songs on Earth but its long and full of emo bops and throwbacks.

 

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After nights like this, Regulus really wishes Sirius were here.

Sirius wasn’t dead, no, he was just across the ocean doing the things he said he’d have Regulus by his side for when they watched movies, and here was Regulus, starting his morning by scowling at his brother’s newest post when he should be getting ready for school. The sun had just started to make its ascent, the morning still blue with fog hanging low and thick over dewy manicured lawns, as far as the eye can see. His phone screen remains the brightest thing in the room, and before he shuts it off, he double-taps the photo. Throwing his covers to the side to shock his body awake, the peaks of him rouged with warmth and tossing in bed all night, he stares up at the ceiling fan spinning over his exposed form and finds that it stings when he blinks.

There's some part of him that is happy to see a picture of his brother and his best friend James sipping lattes under the shady façade of a foreign café. Still, there’s another part of him gagging at the bittersweetness of it all and ruing the day one James Potter convinced his brother to go abroad for the fall semester.

He’d formed a new solo routine since Sirius left two weeks ago, and he’d be the first to admit it was a far cry from conventional. Without turning the lights on he steps into the jeans he ditched right next to his bed the night before, then he digs between his pillows for the shirt he tore off feverishly when he got too hot in the night. He doesn’t bother with his binder anymore because he knows Sirius’s hoodies are just perfectly oversized enough to do so. He goes for the one thrown over his desk chair and steps into his perpetually knotted Converse, the green canvas of them scuffed and splotched with blown out Sharpie stars. He only catches himself in the mirror while he brushes his teeth, and the image is bleak enough for him to at least wash his face. Scrubbing at his eyes, the cuffs of his rolled-up sleeves darken when water trickles down his forearms.

Sitting in the same position Regulus threw it in when he got home yesterday, he snatched his book bag off the bench of his reading nook and his headphones from under his pillow, fully charged for the day. He blows past the kitchen and out the door, Sirius’s cherry red two-door taunting him as it sat alone in their driveway. It could’ve been his when he turned eighteen if he had just learned to drive. Sirius said he’d show him how, but Regulus had no interest. Right now, he’d be in the passenger seat with Sirius playing a new obscure song he heard, trying to convince him stopping for coffee again was a wise financial decision.

You’re not paying, what do you care? He’d turn in way too fast and look over at him. What do you want? The same as always.

He slides his headphones on to drown out the echoes once he takes the first step towards the bus stop. This fateful day was preluded by whiny rock playing as he approached the top of an empty staircase he and his friends occupied in the mornings.

Barty and Evan; punks, dating, cisgender. Things Regulus is not. They take their time separating as Regulus stomps up the stairs.

“Didn’t you wear that outfit yesterday?” Barty snarks, he and Evan watching from their spots on the floor, slumped and intimately tangled, lazy grins and gazes.

“Washing machine.” He shoots back after tossing his bag down and himself next to it. Barty doesn’t pry, which is good because Regulus lied about washing his outfit. From his peripheral vision, he watches his friends watch him while he pauses his music and tugs his headphones down. When he looks back up, they’re openly staring, Evan with his legs thrown over Barty’s, practically in his lap. Regulus rolls his eyes with a huff, pulling his sleeves up over his hands and crossing his arms over his chest. “What?” He bites out.

“Your bags have bags.” Evan tries saying it gently but fails. Regulus wishes the girls were here to at least sugarcoat it, they’re way better at the whole intervention thing. Barty twirls a strand of Evan’s straw-colored hair between his index and thumb, the entirety of his friend’s attention still on him. It takes everything in him to not let his expression tick. They were always so painfully intimate, so perfectly mismatched, so palpably in love, and to Regulus’ delight, hot. Every time he’d catch one of Barty’s hands disappearing underneath the hem of Evan’s shirts, he’d make a point of not looking. Even if the blonde’s breath hitched mid-sentence at the cold stick-and-poke littered palms, making an audible dry rustle as they ran up his back and jostled his shirt, Regulus wouldn’t say a thing. The conversation would go on, Regulus keeping determined eye contact, not allowing himself to wonder for more than a second what it would feel like for somebody to do that to him, especially when the hands in his daydreams started sporting those same tattoos.

“Did you sleep last night?” asks Barty, whose sly eyes take their time assessing the state of him. Regulus shakes his head, and sighs, which ruefully turns into a yawn. “ Aww …” he teases.

Regulus curses his body for betraying him, “Fuck you,” he says around the bubble of his yawn. “I was writing all night.” A smirk tugs at the corner of his lip, “I’m going through a phase, but it’s fine, it’s good for me.”

“Good for you?” Evan blinks, his bottom lip caught in thought or perhaps concern.

He shrugs, “You don’t often hear of an artist that goes without being a bit tortured, I suppose.” His friends look at each other in disbelief but their smiles prove the appreciation they have for his antics.

“What’re you writing about this time?” The blonde asks innocently, with genuine interest, and Regulus can’t help the way his face splits into a smile. He loves talking about his work, it’s all he does with his friends online, and he’ll take any chance he can to talk about it. The way his characters reflect everything inside of himself that he loves and despises, how the world he has built runs parallel to his own, and his experiences, evolving and living through and with him; through his writing, he was living, somewhere so far away from here.

“You couldn’t waterboard that information out of me.” He scoffs fondly, and Barty huffs with a short laugh he reserves for Regulus’s signature snips of dark humor. A sound like he couldn’t believe what came out of the boy’s mouth, it was such a rewarding sound.

“So gay porn again.” He declared, digging his fingers twice into Evan in a motion that signaled to his partner, watch his reaction . The lip piercing that dotted the bottom right corner of his mouth poked out with the stretch of his grin, exposing his canines.

"Surprisingly, not this time. I’ve been a bit uninspired.” Regulus doesn’t give them the pleasure of one, only shrugging.

“I can’t wait for the day I find your account.” Barty just couldn’t help fishing for that reaction.

“Good luck with that,” He snickers, but it goes unheard as the bell he’s sitting under begins to ring loudly. The three boys practically groan in sync at the prospect of getting up and going to homeroom but begin to drag themselves up regardless. The couple links hands in front of him, Evan’s hand obediently slipping into the one Barty holds out for him, he watches them from behind as they walk down the stairs, and they stop on Regulus’s floor.

Barty strains against the link of their hands and turns back towards Regulus, looking down at him. A hand clamps around the dip of his waist, heavy and firm, he can feel its heat through both layers he wears. It demands his attention, strong fingers encouraging his spine to give, bending him to look up at Barty who is half turned to him, eyes lidded as he surveyed the bewildered look on his friend’s face. He couldn’t help the condescending smile that split his face at the hitch of Regulus’s breath.

“Come to the show tonight?” Tumbles from Barty’s lips.

“I have – ” He’s cut off, which he hates, but he loses his voice when the boy over him sucks his teeth.

“–Nothing to do.” He finishes for him, and it’s not true, Regulus does have plans tonight. None that includes leaving his room. “How about if me and Rosie give you something to write about?”

Now that is tempting , and Regulus knows Barty has a keen eye for the stilling of his body and the shift in his features, the uncertain seesaw of consideration making him weak .

“Yeah?” He says it sweetly and nods after, somehow prompting Regulus to nod too, only half involuntarily.

With a wink and frankly asshole-esque click of his tongue, he’s off when Evan pulls him down the stairs, a smug expression accentuating his features, and the two share a quiet laugh before they disappear from his sight.

Evan waves from behind Barty, “See you later, Reg.” he smiles.

His feet are stuck to the floor, sweater still indented where another’s hand was a moment ago, its phantom form still resting–no, gripping–the spot above his hip bones. When he hears other students approaching, he ducks into the hallway and makes a beeline for his seat in homeroom, not trusting the way his legs feel like they’ve fallen asleep. Just his hand was so big, and unbelievably warm, that it left Regulus shell-shocked. Resting his head on his fist, digging his knuckles into his lips, he watches class with faraway eyes.

Don’t think too much about it. Don’t think too much about–

Okay, he can’t give in to the gnawing feeling that this may be a bad idea because ultimately it wasn’t as big of a deal as his stage-fright made it out to be. The concept of virginity is an outdated myth anyway. Shying away from an offer, a challenge, like this would prove his insecurities right. He’d be a glowing example of talking a big game if he turned down the chance to indulge in a no-strings-attached affair with the two hottest boys he knows. There was no doubt it’d be a good time, Barty and Evan know what they’re doing, but so does Regulus, he’s just never had a chance to put it into practice.

He wonders briefly what gave the couple the impression he’d be interested in crossing boundaries like that, but he’s lying to himself; he knows exactly why they invited him into their bed. Barty kissed him in the bathroom of a house party last weekend, one Evan was at, not only did Regulus kiss him back, but he also let his mouth fall open for him to explore. He didn’t know how drunk Barty was, but he decided he was far gone enough to allow this, his friend’s boyfriend kissed him roughly while he sat on the counter of a stranger’s bathroom. With his palms pressed flat onto the porcelain and head tilted back at an almost painful angle, the only indication of derived pleasure he gave was the clench of thighs around Barty’s body. The thought of the studs of his belt, so cold on his flushed inner thighs, still makes his stomach swirl. The reason he knows what those hands feel like on Evan is because Barty held his face in that same rough grip, his fingers digging into his jaw engrained themselves into his brain for later. The taller boy scoffed but Regulus remained firm, not saying a word until he did, not willing to implicate himself. “You’re so pent up, sweetheart.” Barty prescribed him that night.

How could those two extend such an offer to an unexperienced hermit like him, in days-old clothes and eyes rimmed purple from a night spent grinding out one word per minute through his writer's block? Call Regulus easily impressed–he calls it having an appreciation for body modification subcultures–but Barty and Evan had heavy wardrobes, dyed hair, homemade piercings, and tattoos, all things Regulus lacked as much as he tried to fit into his friend group. He felt markedly plain in comparison to Evan with the height and features of high elves and translucent eyelashes framing dangerous open water eyes, sharp with a quick forked tongue. In perfect contrast, Barty is effortlessly counterculture, dressed true to the music he listens to and the tempered rage he carries around like a knife. Stretched ears and surgical steel dotting his lip, nose, and eyebrow. His piercer, Evan, goes for an understated gold hoop in his nose. Devilishly lit coal eyes, and even darker hair that often blocked said eyes, a perfect juxtaposition–or match–to his otherworldly boyfriend.

They’re cool, something he feels quite not, clenching his thighs just thinking about what plans they could have for him. Getting through the day felt like a death march into tonight. Despite his anxieties he’d successfully managed to avoid Barty and Evan after school let out, taking the long way just to avoid the underlying tension of attempted casual conversation. They seem to be more skilled at maneuvering social situations in which their participants share the mutual desire to fuck.

Regulus could not say the same, so in the safety of his room he did what he did best and hid behind a screen and his words.

He had to strike before his nerves could catch up to him, which were encroaching faster the more he spun around in his desk chair. Indie provides a much-needed morale boost from his–Sirius’s–vinyl player. Choosing not to indulge the apparent orchestrator of this entire ordeal any further, he texted Evan instead, hoping for some insight into his stance on all this. Evan was less intimidating, but he was smarter than to underestimate the silent observant types, he could tell he was like him, gifted for reading between the lines.

Whether Evan was in on it from the beginning or not was a mystery, considering he and Barty didn’t talk about it again after leaving that bathroom, and he was not going to chance even questioning the offer. How long had the two been plotting on Regulus? Maybe he hadn’t been as stealthy as he’d thought in his slightly voyeuristic endeavors, and they finally took enough pity on him to take one for the team and rid him of his virginity. Hopefully, it wasn’t so blatantly obvious to everyone else that he was restless with unspent energy.

The blonde had been a good friend to him since showing up in their town last year, wasting no time with talk when Regulus introduced him to his only other male friend, Barty.

That was the night he went to a party with Evan and ended up leaving alone, he wasn’t even mad, just enthralled he got to watch the entire exchange go down. He took notes on his phone while he waited for Sirius to pick him up. Neither of them seemed to have any reservations about hooking up with a stranger, and he was stressing over the idea of simply asking what show they’d be going to tonight. Evan always complimented Regulus, but this time it felt different. He was told to wear something cute “like he always does.” Were the things he wore cute? If you’d consider his older brothers' band T-shirts and faded jeans cute, sure. He had to wear something different today, though, he was planning to lose his virginity, tonight , and that way he’d never have to worry about it again. If it fucking killed him, he set on.

Too early to justify getting ready, he scrolls through his notifications, reading the comments readers have left on the chapter he posted last night. It was half-baked in his opinion, but it appeared to be well-received if the comments were anything to go by.

Funkvampire: THSII IS THE HAOTTEST THING IVE EVER READ.

He laughs aloud to himself in the dark of his room because nobody else is home, he feels as if he has forgotten what his voice feels like coming up his throat after so many hours unused. A stifled smile grips his features as he types out an enthusiastic thank you, so far removed from any way he’d ever talk to his friends in real life. A banner at the top of his screen alerts him to the movie night his server is holding, and he finds himself bummed that he won’t be participating, he’ll most likely be at some abandoned location watching a local band play their drunken hearts out. He selfishly wishes he hadn’t committed to going out in favor of his commitment to his online friends. No matter, once his friends hear of his tales from tonight, they’d be left no choice but to forgive his absence. They’ll pry every detail out of him, in fact.

P4DF00T: you keep getting better and better.

Short and simple, like all the other comments left under that username. Regulus can always count on seeing it gracing his notifications any time he posts something new from the beginning. He always spares a moment to drop some emojis for his longtime cheerleader.

eggleopard: I don’t usually read stuff like this, but the way he can go from quiet and shy to downright slutty is so hot. Great stuff, dude.

Now, Regulus, blushing with virginity, was no prude, he was well acquainted with sins of the flesh. One could say he had a proclivity for all things debauched and explicit. He had a strong understanding and appreciation for sexuality and all its forms of expression, every one of them a product of the human condition. Blame Wilde and Fitzgerald for planting the seeds with their stories of uninhibited sensuality, and the Playboy magazines at the skate shops Sirius got his clothes at. Perhaps taking lowbrow coffee table books as gospel had something to do with his fascination with pin-up models, bondage, and the extreme. He knew of all the classic troupes, the skimpy costumes they came with, and color theory’s role in the whole mess. It all crossed some wires, making Regulus’s identity and sexuality something closer to performance art. His character is just the version of himself that gets to live in the hedonist’s esoteric fantasy.

Yeah, Regulus might be the world's first virgin sex expert, a touch-starved one at that.

Regulus hovers his thumb over the comment, thinking about the character the commenter is referring to. The very core of his main character, whose perspective the story is from, is directly modeled after Regulus. His character borrows everything from Regulus save for some physical traits and experiences. Experiences his author lacks in the real world, therefore he was created to live them in his place. But what’s stopping him from taking it further than drunken make-out sessions with friends other than himself? His character has no problem reaching for the fly of their companion’s jeans and dropping to his knees to offer his mouth.

He’s prepared for this all his life, is what he thinks to himself as he stands with his fisted hands on his hips in his older brother’s closet. Home alone again, his music is cranked up so loud he can still sing along as he digs through the shirts first, knowing exactly what he’s looking for, Sirius couldn’t have taken it because it’s way too cold where he is.

It’s a simple shirt, black with that classic Nine Inch Nails logo, and cropped with kitchen scissors. The edge rolled in on itself where Sirius cut it to show off just a sliver of his midriff, and the trail of hair splitting it down the middle. God, it felt like Regulus was inheriting an heirloom, he hoped he could pull it off how Sirius does. He decides to pair it with his lowest-sitting jeans, hanging so precariously off his hips you can read the brand of his boxers on the waistband, his Converse are a given.

When he’s dressed and standing in the middle of his room with nothing to do but wring his hands, he busies them by re-reading some of his writing. No, he wasn’t conceited, he was just cramming for what might turn out to be an unforgettable night. Studying his character's flirtatious comebacks, and nuanced little gestures, he reassures himself that he knows how to do this, it’s up to him to execute.

Halfway through his character’s foreplay, he gets that dreaded text from Evan. They’re outside .

Instantly his illusion of being calm shatters, and he’s up and flittering around his room looking for his house keys, totally unprepared for having to shift gears so suddenly. Every nerve in his body is tingling, begging him to stay home and in bed, the uncertainty of tonight weighing on him. He catches himself in the mirror hanging by the front door, and he faces his reflection resolutely, bringing a finger up to point at himself as if scolding a dog.

“Tonight,” His nostrils flare, he stares himself right in the eye, “You fuck.”

Dramatic? Yes.

Necessary? Yes again.

With that and a deep breath, he musses his hair up a bit more and is out the door, the headlights of Barty’s car immediately assaulting his senses, putting a spotlight on him. Feeling exposed, he turns to lock the door and pulls on it twice just to waste time, but now he had to stop stalling and start walking the walk. Refusing to squint, he keeps his head down when he turns around and starts walking towards his friends' car. His stomach is clenched, like he must use the bathroom suddenly, even though he did that before stepping out. When he’s off his porch Barty is honking and wolf-whistling out his window, this has Regulus going wide-eyed and running to the car with a finger over his shushing lips, desperately trying to signal to his friend to cut it out. God, forbid they wake up one of his neighbors and they get the bright idea to rat him out to his parents. He’s pulling desperately at the chipping black door handle of his car but finds it locked, and it stays locked for a malicious moment more until Evan is finally the one to let him in.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He slides into the middle seat and leans forward into his two friends' space. Barty laughs sadistically as he pulls off going just a little too fast for being on a residential street.

“You smell nice.” Evan muses warmly despite the way Regulus scowls at his boyfriend. He stops scowling to turn to him and he smiles back.

“Thanks, Evan.” He replies with a much softer tone, a bit sardonic with the way he and Evan scrunch their noses at each other playfully before he turns back to the grinning raven. Shooting him a fierce glare before slumping back into his seat he laments, “You’re an asshole.” he punctuates by hiking a foot up onto the seat, not caring if he dirties it any more than it already is. Evan must be on aux because the speakers play something too indie for Barty’s taste. The smell of a menthol cigarette, freshly popped and shared, still circulates in the air but the smell of weed, that’s permanently seeped into the very interior of the car.

“C’mon lighten up, you look too cute today to be all pouty about getting in trouble.” Barty catches his eyes in the rearview mirror, probably sensing the little grey knives Regulus is shooting into the back of his headrest.

“How have we never seen you in a crop top?” The blonde twists in his seat to look back at him, even in the dark Regulus can feel those blue eyes skim over his outfit, glowing crimson in the glow of a red light, backlighting Evan.

“Perfect night for trying new things,” Regulus says before he can think, and almost physically recoils when he realizes how it came out. He’s thankful for the music because otherwise, you could hear a pin drop. Barty breaks the momentary silence by laughing that laugh and speeding up needlessly as he hits the back roads lined with overgrowth on either side. The blonde still pins him with his gaze, and it makes Regulus prickle where he’d sweat, no matter how underdressed he was for the chill of the night.

“Amen to that.” Evan bites down on his bottom lip as it's tugged up in a salacious grin, he tilts his head, studying Regulus. “Where’d you get that shirt? It looks vintage.” He changes the topic.

Regulus dumbly looks down at his shirt, as if he’d forgotten what he’d put on, “I stole it from Sirius, so I have no idea where it’s from, but knowing him it probably is vintage.” He subconsciously goes to tug his shirt down to cover the peek of his navel when he catches Evan’s eyes flicker down then back up to his face as he spoke. Before he could put the thought into motion he stopped. Is this what one of his protagonists would do in the heat of a stare-down?

He drops his hand and slumps into his seat even more, letting the propped-up leg fall open. The way a single eyebrow twitched upwards in challenge despite his undeterminable expression was unprompted. It just happened; he swears. It makes Evan chuckle and run his tongue over his teeth as he sighs something of disbelief before facing forward again. Looking up through his lashes he catches Barty staring, dividing his attention between driving and Regulus in his backseat, and for the short rest of the car ride, they’re silent.

The street begins to be littered with cars as they get closer to the far-out property that serves as home to a dilapidated and questionably hazardous barn. This is most definitely trespassing even if the land has gone unsold for years now, but that didn’t seem to matter to the hordes of young people walking in and out of their makeshift venue, pregaming out of their trunks and off the tailgates of their trucks. Barty parks tail-in, experienced, ready to peel out as soon as the cops inevitably shut them down.

Under his feet the grass is fine and mushy, he can feel himself sink into it through the thin soles of his shoes, keeping him grounded. If his nose was anything to go by, it rained down here earlier, making it smell like waterlogged earth. All they had to do was follow the noise of the generator, surrounded by the trusted few who were tasked with taking down beers and feeding the hardworking machine gas to keep the party going. Two long-haired guys carrying instrument cases over their heads run past Regulus, and they shout something crazy sounding, an inside joke, like a greeting that makes Barty and Evan laugh as they keep zigzagging through people and their cars.

“They can’t be on time for their set if you paid them.” Barty stops walking so Regulus can catch up.

“Good thing they’re not getting paid.” He quipped, falling in pace bookended by the two. Evan waves the cigarette in front of him instead of passing it back to his boyfriend, which he’s never done before, everyone knows Regulus doesn’t smoke cigarettes. This does not mean he’ll refrain from making grabby hands at Dorcas’s colorful and fruity vape when he’s sufficiently intoxicated. Today, his hand reaches for the cigarette and doesn’t shy away from his fingers brushing Evan’s when he does. Somehow, he can tell the other boy zeroed in on the seemingly meaningless dry contact too.

“Oh, I see how it is.” He smirks as Regulus takes a shallow puff.

He doesn’t like any cigarettes except for the ones Sirius tries to smoke in secret that he doesn’t know the brand of, only how the smell clings to his leather jacket which probably has a permanent thin film of nicotine sheening it. With the first pull on Barty’s cigarette, the tip softened and damp with shared spit, he’s confident he’d like his brother’s better. The crowd thickens as they approach the entrance, people funneling into line to pay the door girl who expertly wraps neon paper bracelets around the admittee's wrists with a bored expression. The head rush does nothing to aid the sense that he’s being watched, it only serves to make him dizzy and shakier on his feet, much too aware of his every move.

When Barty’s arm wraps around his waist, for a second time today , his fingers deliberately catch him where he’s exposed. Over his head he nods at Evan, signaling him to follow as the taller of the three pushes them through the crowd, the blonde settles for hooking his finger in the back loop of Regulus’s jeans. Again, something the two have done before countless times, both things Regulus had placidly allowed while silently indulging in his friend group's affections. He had a reputation to maintain though, so he’d never given any implication of the way any kind of touch set his spine straight and made his muscles twitch involuntarily. Tonight, he can be lit up and raw, he’ll allow himself the gorging and slight delusion of feeling the chapped roughness of Barty’s very fingerprints sliding higher, so he thanks himself for perfecting his mask and refuses any reaction or protest. To anybody else, the three must’ve looked like they couldn’t support their weight the way they leaned on each other. Regulus is grateful for the warmth, and the way Barty’s blunt nails inadvertently dig into his ribs when he laughs.

He’s stifling a snicker at something Barty says lowly to him and Evan about somebody's outfit when he spots just who is manning the door today.

Without a second thought, he’s walking forward, the hands previously on him left reaching out empty. They call after him, but he only looks over his shoulder and signals for them to wait a moment with one finger. Ignoring the disgruntled faces in the line he skips, Regulus snakes through them wordlessly while Barty and Evan are held up by the crowd and greeting familiar faces. Finally, he breaks through to the front of the line where a cheap plastic table separates him from Dorcas, who’s walking a couple through digital payment, psychically she looks up and spots Regulus.

“Best friend!” She throws her arms up in glee, the sudden movement making multiple facets of her hair, outfit, and jewelry swing and jangle.

“Best friend!” Regulus matches her energy in his own way, still sounding louder and chirpier than he ever does with anybody else. Rounding the table without a care they united in a tight hug, made the same height by the clunky heeled boots Dorcas wears under her long skirt. She wears a shirt just as exposing as his, and the matching cold skin of their upper arms wrapping around each other makes them smile. His best friend must be proud of him because she pushes him back to take a good look at him, her words ring in his head like a mantra, A hoe never gets cold.

“Look at you, wearing Sirius’s slutty shirt!” She beams, scanning him up and down, holding him at arm’s length, caught like a reluctant cat.

“I know right, it’s like a goddamn artifact.” He thinks back fondly to the day Dorcas was over when Sirius walked into his room asking them if he cut it slanted. Before she could get another word in, and with Barty and Evan on his tail he cuts to the chase. “Can you come to the bathroom with me?”

“What bathroom?” She scoffs.

“Fuck,” He swivels his head quickly, lip caught in thought. “Peter!” He gets the attention of the boy he recognizes as one of Sirius’s friends, interrupting his organizing of cash sales in a metal box. “Can you take over the door for a sec? Dorcas and I have a bit of an emergency.”

“Really? What kind of emergency?” Peter shoots them a bored glare, his full face puffed with disappointment in the two, lips pursed as he waits for an excuse, but Dorcas doesn’t bother pretending she wasn’t digging for a lighter, and what Regulus expects will be one of her signature pink joints. He watches with admiration as she digs under her skirt and exposes her leg, a garter with some kind of holster for storage wraps around the dense of her thigh, black and leather. Regulus keeps his comment to himself for now.

“A best friend one!” She says through the teeth now clamping the filter of her smoke. Grabbing her best friend's hand just in time for Barty and Evan to emerge from the crowd, missing them by a moment. Regulus stumbles as his Dorcas drags him away from the crowd and rounds the dark side of the barn and to introvert safety.

“That garter is the most cunty thing I’ve ever seen.” He informs her as soon as they’re out of earshot, “I’m writing that into the medieval AU.”

“I knew you were going to say that.” Leaned up on a wall her face bursts with flames light as she sparks up.

“So, what’s up, buttercup?” She speaks through the first smoke and graciously passes it to Regulus upon its assured ignition. He’s endlessly appreciative for it, and he exaggeratedly takes a prolonged drag before he drops the bomb on his dear friend, figuring he needs all the false confidence he can get.

“I’m going to fuck Barty and Evan tonight.” He manages to deadpan before his lungs seize and send him doubling over in a coughing fit. If Dorcas is shocked, she doesn’t show it, instead she hums in thought while she looks past Regulus’s episode. She puts her hands on her hips and drums her fingers, hooking one heel on the wall behind her.

“And you know this how?”

“They offered.”

“And they know you’re a virgin?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“This is true.” Dorcas ponders over her returned joint, smoking like a mother stressed, wiping her brow despite the cold. After squeezing her eyes shut and tilting her head to the moon for strength she laughs in the dark, free hand coming up to tousle her braids. Feeling lighter, and unable to resist himself, he shakes his head and laughs too, silently knowing they were both caught up giggling about the hilarity of Regulus’s predicament and not necessarily at him. “So, you’re having sex for the first time as a unicorn.”

“Did you expect anything less from me?” Regulus splays out his arms in defeat, making them laugh harder, it has him scrubbing his hands over his face as he lets it all wash over him.

“I expected nothing less than you diving headfirst into a threesome, honestly.”

“Best friend, what am I going to do?” He groans, words spilling easier as the high creeps over him, normalcy instilling itself in his bones. Perhaps a bit of rational thought shining through.

“What you do best.” She assures him, thrusting the catalyst back into his hand. Silence passes unwelcome before his childhood friend practically reaches into his mind and pulls the words from his subconscious, always knowing just what to say, and the right questions to ask; “Where the fuck are you going to fit two of them?”

“I was thinking, I make them flip a coin for who gets my mouth and who gets to fuck me, or should I make them take turns?” He answers half-seriously.

“Switching holes seems much less sanitary, no?” She answers full-seriously.

“Getting spit roasted it is then.” He concedes as their joint burns past the halfway point.

Neither of them steer away from the nature of the conversation, and Regulus for the millionth time in his life is thankful for Dorcas who doesn’t bristle at his matched vulgarity. She’s seen and heard all of him, she knew him before he was Regulus. There was little he needed to hide from the keeper of his secrets.

Regulus shifts on his feet, some band starting their set inside starts them both into motion and reminds Dorcas she’s technically smoking on the job right now. Yet they take their time hiding from the world, letting themselves simmer with the high before facing reality again like they have to before walking back inside most places. Wordless for a moment save for the wind, and when they notice their breath vaporizing as the night drops, they make ugly faces and huff like dragons, like they did as kids.

“Let’s get you in there, maybe, getting dicked down will get you out of this funk.”

“That would be a coup.”

 

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This band needs a new audio tech guy, and the party store lasers are doing nothing but getting in Regulus’s eye. He’s alone, Dorcas having to return to her post, one Peter Pettigrew grumbling all the way back to his seat and tapping away at his phone.

Regulus orbits on the edge of the crowd avoiding the spiral of bodies flailing in the center, a cacophony of blunt force set to the tempo of the band on stage. Small town displays of rebellion. Some faces stick out, either friends of Sirius or somebody Barty knows, somehow. He wishes Sirius were here letting him smoke with his friends, at least then he’d feel a little cooler. Walking without aim he observes the scene, trusting the universe will lead Barty and Evan to him, which was a great cosmic excuse for being too hazy to properly look for them. Surprisingly, he felt at peace despite the chaos, wandering with his arms crossed, eyes taking in all the people’s clothes and the way they laugh. Just as liberated as he is with his friends when he believes nobody is watching, but Regulus is, and he’s glad he can be one more owner of the good moments being made even if it’s in secret.

When he’s found he’s presented with a shot, and another one to serve as a chaser, of course. Spurred on by the promise of a liquid jacket he pinches his nose and takes the two in succession, already feeling warmer with the way sweet fire singes the back of his throat it’s whole way down. It allows him to feel comfortable on the fringes of the pit, as long as Evan stays pressed up behind him. Together they laugh when Barty tosses himself into the mix, the band on stage breaking out into a local hit that even Regulus knows. The crowd expands and contracts in a way that has everyone knocking together rowdily.

How could Regulus have felt his phone going off with all this commotion?

The caller must have given up in their efforts to reach him for some time because his phone stopped long enough for him to find his way outside with the pair. They needed a break from the stifling clash of bodies, and what sense was there in paying for drinks when Barty remembered the bottle in his trunk. It’s something brown and foul, but Regulus keeps a straight face when he tilts his head back and let’s Evan clink the glass lip of the bottle against his bottom teeth.

“So, you two have never kissed?” Barty gestures between them with a cigarette, drawing the attention of the two boys, a look on his face like he’s trying to figure something out.

“We did once.” Evan takes a swig, and Regulus breathes out a silent laugh from his position leaning up against the car, his friend’s chest keeping him pressed there.

“I forgot about that.”

“It was for truth or dare at Dorca’s birthday, you weren’t there.” The blonde clarifies, handing the bottle back to his boyfriend.

“Is that so?” He looks between them, and his gaze catches on Regulus’s. Clouded blue eyes treading water, somewhere his feet do not touch the ground. He still doesn’t know if Evan knows about his and Barty’s bathroom rendezvous, and the way the taller boy shuffles closer and lets his eyes linger on Regulus’s before floating over to Evan’s is a signal or a maybe a warning; he can’t tell, but sure, he’ll play dumb. He’s confused about why he’s hung up on it though, there’s no way he could be mad at Evan for kissing him when he’s taken his lips in much less appropriate situations. Theres something brewing under his expression.

“Rosie,” He starts, and his boyfriend perks at the nickname. Him and Regulus are swaying now, struggling to place their full attention on Barty because they’re too busy pressing their cheeks together. Evan nosed at his temple, and if Regulus knows one thing, he knows that they must look like something from Barty’s worst nightmares.

“Yes?” The boy sliding his hands into Regulus’s back pockets replies pleasantly.

He gasps and pulls his hips off the car, his eyes low but unblinking, tracking Barty’s eyes and the facial tick that follows. Regulus can see them in Barty’s third person point of view, the wrap of pale limbs, one boy of inky black curls that accentuates the others golden strands, both waiting with bated breath and parted lips, rouged with rum and an unfelt chill.

“Truth or dare?” Barty beckoned.

Regulus can feel the way he and Evan roll their eyes at the same time, along with his phone going off shortly with a text in his back pocket.

“Dare.”

“I dare you, to kiss Regulus.” This makes the two subjects of Barty’s game look at each other smugly. “–And tell me what it’s like.” He adds darkly, making only one of them shiver, Regulus twisting his hands into that blond hair he’s been fixated on all night.

There was no way he would check that text now.

“You want to show him how we did it at Dorca’s birthday?” Evan says while sliding a thigh between his, and Regulus leans forward so one of his can mimic the action. He presses up so his lips are level to Evan’s, deliberately grinding them together. Evan grabs a hold of his chin with his thumb and index, and Regulus’s tongue is already stealing the taste of his bottom lip.

“He couldn’t handle that.” His eyes flick to Barty momentarily, whose stunned expression made a sadistic giggle rise from Regulus as he turned back to Evan, just as ready as him to devour from his friends’ lips.

Then they’re on each other, the only noise being the woods, the party off in the distance, and them two dragging in ragged breaths through their noses while they refamiliarize themselves with each other’s tongues.

Regulus must look desperate, he thinks, trying to fire on all cylinders. His head is stuck on some cloud, and the lack of oxygen has left him languidly locking lips with this angelic counter part he’s been bestowed. Their lips are shining in the moonlight, sticky with spit and saccharine. Regulus can’t keep track of everything at once, the more pressure there is between his legs the sloppier he gets, and neither him nor Evan let up.

It’s the quietest Barty has been in months, they’ve been kissing for a while now, and Evan must notice too because they take a break to steal a glance at him. He’s leant on the car as docile as can be, lifting the bottle in a salute before tipping it back.

“By all means,” He has that shit-eating grin on his face, “Continue.”

Evans’ hands slide up the back of his shirt, warmed by their previous spot on Regulus’s overheating body. There’s nothing that can stop him from stilling his friends face in his hands and sucking on his bottom lip like he just had done to him. He’s confident he can go all the way now, he wasn’t scared one bit, there was too much momentum for that.

They didn’t even slow when somebody’s obnoxiously loud truck made its way down the street, much past fashionably late. Regulus is too focused on remembering the details, and reciprocating how he thinks he’s supposed to.

Grind your hips, open your mouth, pull his hair, let him–

Headlights approach, the trucks pace a crawl, fog caught in its yellow glow as its lights scan down the street. Its beam starts at the tops of the trees as it approaches, its scope threatening them as it comes closer to passing the trio by, zeroing in.

A big part of him doesn’t care if the driver sees them, besides most people are too wrapped up in their own lives to notice two boys kissing on the side of the road. They had the illusion of being hidden from their spot between cars so if he is caught, he at least hopes he’s putting on a good show.

Which it must be because the truck slows to a stop as twin headlights catch on them. They jump apart when the asshole turns on his high beams, the boys shielding their eyes as they squint, blinded. There’s no way of seeing who’s in the cab.

Regulus jumps, his back pocket vibrating with an angry metallic drone, somebody is calling him. He recognizes the vibration pattern, he set it up himself.

It’s hardly morning where his brother is, and right now is not the time for a catching up, Regulus thinks. He swipes on his phone blindly, answering shortly with misplaced agitation.

“Hello?”

“Are you at the old barn, wearing my slutty shirt, and making out with Rosier on Crouch’s shit box?” The voice on the other line lists readily without so much as a greeting. That voice, its stinging quality, he breathes it instead of air when he gasps.

Regulus whips his head around, looking for windswept curls amongst the sea of parked cars.

“Was that a lucky guess?” He holds up a finger when Barty begins to get impatient, gesturing to know who’s on the phone. Evan watches with concern.

“Are you?–No, you just got ratted out for being a shirt stealer! I was blowing up your phone, but you didn’t answer so I got worried and sent Remus to check on you, and now I find out you’re cucking Crouch on the side of the road?!”

He’s silent, and so is the other line, and when he lifts his head the world refuses to stand still. Swaying lightly, he finds inside himself that he is one shot farther than the line of decency and blind submission.

“Wait,” A dry chuckle leaves him before he continues. “This is the first time you talk to me in two weeks after leaving and it’s only to tell me you had people spying on me?” The slur in his words and the dragging of his vowels is noticeable.

“Actually, I was calling to tell you that you’re going home .” The last part wasn’t a question, but everything in Regulus lit up in protest. He unconsciously darted his eyes between Barty and Evan, visibly panicking the two who have already gathered who might be on the other end. “Remus is already there.”

He turns back to the truck, rumbling so loud even though it idles, and Regulus hangs up without another word.

For a prolonged moment he doesn’t say anything, only watches the disappointment and understanding dawn on his friends.

“You’re leaving?” Evan pouts, and Regulus doesn’t know the answer to that question just yet.

His stomach is a hollow pit, gutted by his brothers’ words, and the dreadful feeling of being a kid again. Here he was standing at the dead center of two choices, stay or go, it’d seem simple to anybody not aware of the mental gymnastics Regulus stumbles through drunkenly.

Go home or go back to Barty’s place and end tonight how it was intended?

Get in the truck or tell Remus to disregard a direct order from Sirius?

Say goodbye to his friends or disobey Sirius?

“You can’t be serious…” – But I am almost left his lips, since he was already on the subject, but that would only serve to piss off Barty even more. “You’re not a little kid anymore,”

“We take rain checks.” Evan cuts his boyfriend off, putting himself slightly between them, nodding in reassurance. Regulus allows himself to be pulled into reluctant but tight hugs, and waves half heartedly before he walks into the direct line of the trucks brights, washing him in crisp white light.

It’s a climb into the passenger seat, and Remus is throwing things into the back when he opens the door. His car smells distinctly of leather, the multitude of little black trees hanging from the rearview, and what Regulus determines as the underlying sharp musk of hay. He crinkles his nose as he buckles his seatbelt and finally turns to face his older brother’s best friend, who’s already staring back at him. The blankest look on his face when he shifts gears and the truck lurches forward.

Regulus dares a peek at his phone.

Sirius (12 Missed Calls, 16 Text Messages)

He sighs and turns it off again, not making it past the lockscreen before his stomach twists and he’s suddenly too dizzy and too drunk to read while moving, he scrubs his hands over his face. It feels better when his eyes are closed, the crown of his head tipped back onto the head rest baring himself to the heated air soothing his shivers, for which he can’t decide if to blame the weather or his anxiety and utter embarrassment. In a way, he backed out, like he swore to himself he wouldn’t do, he didn’t even make it to Barty’s place. Instead, he got cockblocked from an ocean away, just his luck.

His head lulls to the side and his eyes slip open long enough to find interest in what he sees. Remus in flannel pants and a shirt too thin and plain to not be the kind of shirt you buy in packs of five, his hair askew from laying on one side of it, and face sunken from exhaustion. It dawns on him that he must have rolled out of bed at Sirius’s request just to come get him well past midnight.

“I’m sorry,” God, there isn’t even music playing, it sounds pathetic floating lonely between them. “That you had to come get me, and everything.” He fumbles.

Remus eyes him without facing away from the road, resting an elbow on the center console as he shifts, metal sliding in and out of place punctuating his short, “It’s fine.”

This is decidedly the most awkward car ride of his life. He’s never even been in the same room as Remus without Sirius being a familiar buffer, and even then, the lanky character he’s known since middle school has always been the silent type. So, what now that he’s been tasked with getting an intoxicated Regulus back home after finding him locking lips with another boy on the side of the road–Jesus Christ.

Regulus laughs aloud, maybe this is a sick joke, and now he gets it. With fingers rubbing into his temples the laugh shakes his ribs, lifting his body from the squeaky seats when he curls in on himself. He’s cursed to always find himself in the most absurd situations, maybe it’s a side effect of being a writer, if nothing else now he knows how it feels to be sent home with ruined underwear, cold and sticking to him uncomfortably.

“What’s so funny?” The driver grumbles, sending Regulus all over again.

“ Nothing . Nothing is funny right now.”

“Then why are you laughing?”

The younger boy shakes his head because how could he ever explain, especially in this state. On the other hand, what better time to take advantage of his captive audience, and what better time to let drunken confessions flow?

“I was supposed to lose my virginity before you showed up.” Actually, this may be a terrible time.

“Well shit! Sorry to ruin your night,” He says way too enthusiastically to be genuine, “I was supposed to get a full night’s rest for the first time this week, but I guess we can’t all have what we want, can we?”

The polite tight-lipped grimace that follows is cutting.

“I’m not the one who told you to come get me.” Regulus’s smile is wiped off his face, and he sinks back into his seat with arms crossed over his chest. He looks out the window to barren trees whizzing by, powerlines swooping low and high over and over.

They sit in thick silence until they get closer to where the roads have traffic lights. Remus glances to his right before turning his face right back around, stifling a laugh.

“What?” The younger boy stirs.

“That shirt,”

“I know, you’re the fourth person who’s mentioned it tonight, I get it already.”

“It’s a bit on the nose don’t you think?”

Regulus shoots him a look that could kill, which brings a small smile to the other’s lips as he takes off noisily in the dead of night. There’s not another car on the street to realistically stop and wait at red lights for, yet Remus does. On top of that, he’s gotten them to the area around Regulus’s house by memory, maybe he could still make it to his online movie night after all.

While Remus fights off sleep in the driver’s seat and drives with one hand gripping only the bottom edge of the wheel, Regulus notices .

His lean forearm, rippling with long veins, blotchy burns, and white scars long since mended. It isn’t muscle mass as much as it is his skin being pulled too taut on him, an attribute of his height, him always having been the tallest of Sirius’s friends. From the side his nose was the landmark of his silhouette, sloped with a bump where it protruded below his brow. He couldn’t get a sense of his eyes from where he sat, but he knew they were green, as little as he saw Remus outside of the shoddy lighting of a party.

He wasn’t anyone’s standard of beauty, in fact there wasn’t anything standard about him.

Yet, Regulus’s mind produced the label of Hot , or was that the heat pumped into the cabin?

When they approached the gates of his community all Remus had to do was lower his window and stick his hand out, the guard greeting him just as absentmindedly. The truck doesn’t even come to a stop as they roll past, and then they’re sat in his driveway, back where Regulus’s day had started. If he knew then what he knew now…

He would’ve stayed home, like he usually does, except now he doesn’t want to go back in there. Where he’ll have to make himself something resembling sustenance just to avoid passing out in the shower then trudge into bed still too wet to not deem a product of laziness. He didn’t want to be alone .

“I think I forgot my keys in Barty’s car.” He rummages through every pocket, patting around areas of his body they couldn’t possibly be for dramatic effect.

“Sneak in.” Remus answers too quickly for his liking.

“I can’t!”

“You don’t know how to break into your own house?”

“Uhm, no?”

“Sirius does.”

Regulus locks eyes with Remus, unsure if he should feel challenged or inadequate. “Well, I can’t.” He doesn’t know what about those two simple words bother him, but they do, somewhere deep and misunderstood, where he’s still childish. At least that’s how he feels when Remus huffs and throws the car in reverse, heading the same direction he came from. “Where are you going?”

“To my house because I’m going to sleep . You can take the bed, the couch, or sleep in the truck, I don’t care. Have Crouch pick you up in the morning.” He explains exasperatedly. “That kids fuckin’ bad news.”

This is something Regulus is used to hearing tacked on to the end of anything people say about Barty, and none of them are wrong at the end of the day. It doesn’t fail to make Regulus shift, crossing one leg over the other as he tries to focus on keeping what’s in his stomach down when Remus takes a roundabout too fast, continuing his monologue.

“–Besides, don’t you want to have losing your virginity to be something special?” Is the only part he catches and has the energy to refute.

“No.”

“No?”

“If you believe in the antiquated stipulations that constitute virginity , then I haven’t been a virgin in a long, long time.” Regulus remarks with his eyes closed, not caring how pretentious he might sound.

“Holy shit,” The older boy chortles, “Somebody has read their theory.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” He goes on the defensive.

“Didn’t say there was.”

Remus pulls into a hidden driveway right on a main road, everything inside the truck begins to rattle as they begin an ascent on an unpaved narrow road, and it seems never ending…Regulus is gripping the edges of his seat and closes his eyes when it feels like they’ll roll backwards at any moment. He has to remind himself Remus must do this every day over and over until they reach a slanted clearing. So barren, save for a white trailer home sitting pristinely on bricks and its metal feet, Remus can pull right up to the door.

He almost eats it clambering off the truck to catch up with him at the front door, eager to see inside.

“Take your shoes off.” The owner directs him when he gets the door open, he simply kicks off the slippers he jumped into in his rush to get Regulus, who steps on his own feet uncoordinatedly toeing off his sneakers behind him, trying not to grab at the other boy for balance.

It’s remarkably neat, and everything except what he assumes is the bathroom is an open concept. His bed, desk, and a set of drawers all built into the walls themselves of matching wood, and a couch that has seen better days serving as some kind of transition into the small kitchen. A bookcase that matches nothing else overfills with titles beside said couch, and Regulus resists it’s pull in favor of being a good house guest. The floor is a plush tan carpet that warms Regulus from the soles of his feet up, and he sniffs the air, there has to be a candle burning or brewed coffee sitting warmed, because it smells and feels inviting .

“You live here by yourself?”

“I’ve lived by myself since I was eighteen.”

“Oh,” Regulus was in no position to even daydream about moving out. “–And how old are you now?” He’s unsure of what to do with himself, so he follows Remus into the kitchen, bracing his weight on the edge of a counter, watching Remus move around his haunt.

“The shitty land was cheap, and getting the permits to put one of these on it was even cheaper. Now I’m twenty with more acres of completely useless and mostly vertical land than I know what to do with.” He hands Regulus a mug of water, and somehow that feels wrong, but the water is so crisp and refreshing he’s tipping the silly thing back in no time. “When It Rains It Poes” the mug reads, and there’s a porcelain image of Edgar Allen Poe judging him, he said he was twenty . He abandons Poe in the sink.

“The bottom drawer is all Sirius’s.” His host hints with one foot out the front door again, something like a cigarette and a lighter in his hands, nonchalantly giving him the timespan of a smoke to get changed into something more comfortable.

Sirius has an entire drawer dedicated to his things here, he kneels in front of the dresser as the thought dawns on him. How much time does Sirius spend here? He has to shimmy the drawer on its track, and it slams out with a squeak, revealing treasures Regulus once thought lost. Skate shirts that saw Sirius through his nastiest slams, and sweaters with the hoodie strings chewed to death, thumb holes cut out at the cuffs.

He peeled the first shirt off the top and replaced it with the one he’d stolen earlier, the shirt that got him into this whole mess in the first place, he uses his knee to seal it back in with its own kind. The fresh shirt feels like a cool waterfall on his back and chest once he sheds his binder and tugs it over his head. One he’s never worn or even seen before, black with some old wolf-man movie cover on it. It’s slightly more oversized than his brother’s shirts usually fit him, and it’s enough that Regulus decides he can sleep in his boxers with another boy.

Or was he finally at the part of his crossed intoxication that he doesn’t give a shit? They’re both men here, and the lighting is so low and homely he couldn’t keep his eyes open much longer. There was no music, or his friends’ mics on, cars passing by, or even the imperceptible hum of electricity that suburbia kept about it. It’s silent out here, so silent that it’s not, there’s cicadas droning, crickets chirping, and hoots from high above. It’s like the real version of the nature sound videos Regulus plays to avoid silence.

It’s appreciated though, because he can hear when Remus stirs outside and intends to head back inside, every move creaking something inside too. He jumps into action, and in his rush, he makes the split-second decision to crawl under an edge of the disturbed covers on the bed, taking up as little space as humanly possible before schooling his face, attempting to fake sleep as convincingly as possible.

Remus comes back inside, clearing his throat and tossing the lighter somewhere it clanks when it lands. He can hear the soft crush of carpet beneath his feet as he walks around the front of the bed and sighs from somewhere deep and tired inside his soul. Regulus does everything in his power not to twitch when he realizes Remus probably happened upon his discarded pants and socks beside the bottom drawer.

“Here we go again…” The sound of his joints popping is distinguishable when he presumably bends down to clean up the mess the stray in his bed made, then there’s some quiet shuffling and more footsteps. Regulus doesn’t dare peek, only times his breathing to seem deep and level as lights and lamps are clicked off around him, brightness seeping from behind his eyelids with every one retired for the night. Then comes the lamp on the bedside table inches from Regulus’s face, and the sound dampens in front of him.

Remus stands over him while he gives the performance of a lifetime.

“Of course, that’s the shirt you pick.” Click. The last light in the room is gone and now it’s pitch black behind his eyes, the excess toxins in him make the mattress beneath him feel a bit more like a waterbed, its waves lulling him to give in. Put an end to this wretched and weird day. On the other side of the bed, springs creak and dip with the weight of Remus getting in, keeping his back turned to Regulus’s like he would for the rest of the night.

“God, help me.” He hears Remus mutter as today fades.

 

Chapter 2: This Charming Man

Summary:

“That attitude runs in the family, huh?”
If Remus thinks he has some kind of leg up on him by having become accustomed to his older brother’s antics, he has another thing coming, he’s been putting up with the reigning champion of Black madness for eighteen years now.

Notes:

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“How short do you want it?”

“Shorter than yours.”

“Mom’s going to fuckin’ kill you.” Sirius brought the scissors up over his ears anyway, that grin he gets when he’s about to do something bad making deep smile lines. Regulus feels spiders crawl up his back as strands are sawed off right by the shell of his ear, hair falling down the back of his shirt and making him itch. Hair as black as the oil their family siphons from the Earth, just as iridescent in the sun as a spill on hot asphalt. It pooled like those puddles at his brothers’ feet in tendrils, curtains of it falling as he’s sheered.

There’s music playing from the tinny speakers of Sirius’s phone, his brother’s aversion to silence resulting in a constant stream of melodies following them from room to room as they haunted around their house. Their parents are visiting an out of state plant, so they open the windows to let in the summer. Though it was still cold inside, no matter how hot the news claimed this heatwave to be Regulus was still freezing, his upper arms prickling with goosebumps when he runs his fingers over them. He keeps his gaze forward while he sits on the closed toilet seat and stays perfectly still, the scissors making their way around snip across his eyebrows, the dull side of its cold metal legs ghosting over his forehead.

“You can blame it on me.” The older boy takes a step back, moving Regulus’s head left and right with a hand on the top of his head. He goes back in to fix a spot.

“How bad is it?”

“I love it. But, forget about Mom buying your senior pictures.” He leans away so Regulus can look in the mirror, stepping out of the small mountain of hair they’d have to sweep off the bathroom tiles. His curls coil easier with the weight shed, making a frame around his face, hair just barely getting into his eyes. He has confetti of hair sticking to his cheeks and nose, they don’t budge when he sweeps his face. “Actually, she might buy some just to burn them.” Sirius toes around the previously shoulder length hair.

“It’s perfect.” Regulus brushes his hands down the sides of his exposed neck, long and accentuated with its bareness. He turns his head this way and that, running his fingers through his hair easier than ever before. Sirius steps into the reflection behind him, standing a head taller and studying his work from over the cropped crown of curls, silky soft from a trim, he ruffles them adoringly.

“Wanna’ shave down the sides a bit?” He catches the tip of his tongue with his teeth. Wally would have his head undercut and all. With out a word he plops back down on the toilet lid, sitting up straight and expecting while Sirius rummages under the sink for clippers, singing along to his phone as he plugs them in. Regulus has his head tilted toward his shoulder by fingers on his temples, he jumps when the clippers begin to whine inches away from where his neck fuses to his ear. Sirius leans in, bringing a waft of clove with him.

“Blame it on me.”

He closed his eyes, trusting Sirius.

When they opened again, he was lying on the floor, staring at the roof. No, he’s not on the cold marble floors of the Black house, he’s sunken into a plush pit and there’s a blanket tangled in his legs. The paneling of this roof is much too cheap looking, and that’s what has memory forcing itself into the forefront of his mind. The phantom smell and touch of Sirius bleeding away as last night takes up the space; Barty and Evan, thrashing, mixing light and dark liquor, and Remus. Whose bed he’s in, at the dead center of it, his head falling between the two pillows and onto the flat of the mattress, and his tongue uncomfortably rough with dehydration. It’s clear to him that the owner of the bed is no longer sharing it with him, and he manages to push up onto his elbows, ignoring the vertigo from being vertical so soon after waking up.

He wasn’t going crazy after all; he sniffs the air; Sirius’s cigarettes and bacon.

Remus has his back turned to him, working away at the stove oblivious while Regulus sits up fully and wipes the itchy inner corners of his eyes, still crawling with ghostly little hairs. The shirt he wears is uncomfortably twisted tight around his body, stuck under his butt, and pulling at his neck. When he pulls it right, a gust fills the air pockets between him and the fabric, and that’s when he notices the lack of glare through all the windows, their panes slid up, letting the smell of smoke and food out and the crisp and cloudless early morning chill in. Thankfully, his head isn’t raging with a migraine, just the dull ache of a night gone wrong. Morning jitters settle in, and he avoids making any noise as he assesses his situation.

Unfamiliar environment and situation, slightly familiar person, and a remarkably familiar smell and feeling. He’d have to work with that he decided as he toed the blanket down and off his legs. The bed doesn’t creak too loudly when he moves to get off it, he thinks the sound of grease popping would cover any groan the mattress was to release, but Remus turns with spatula still in hand the moment his second foot touches the floor. He grips the edge of the bed, but the other boy doesn’t say anything just yet. His expression is unreadable before he returns to his cooking, addressing Regulus with his back turned to him.

“Morning.”

“Uh–” Regulus stumbles quietly, lifting onto shaky legs, “…Good morning.”

Unsure of where to go and quickly coming to the realization that he’s not wearing any pants he idles by the arm of the couch, one hand gently scratching at the ridged velvety upholstery, eyes flickering over the books Remus seems to have spilling out of anywhere they’d fit. His legs are plainly exposed below where the hem of the shirt ends, but he must admit the breeze feels nice on the tops of his thighs. The feeling like he’s doing something wrong, a queasy writhing of his guts, is overbearing–Or perhaps it’s the effects of drinking on an empty stomach. The closer he floats to the kitchen the more alluring the meaty and slightly acrid aroma seems, but he still can’t pinpoint the hint of cinnamon coming in and out. Teasing him with the idea of Sirius being anywhere nearby, he looks around fruitlessly.

“What is that smell?” He demands when Remus turns with a plate in his hands, he doesn’t have to reach far to place it on a small table that folds out of the wall, barstools on either side facing each other.

“Bacon.” He emphasizes by dropping the pile of it in the center of the table.

“No,” Regulus draws closer, looking into and sniffing the air, following wherever his nose led him. It takes him across the room, with the smell getting stronger the closer he gets to the taller boy wearing the same pajamas he was in last night. His brows draw together, head tilting in a bird-like motion, then he’s planting one hand on the table and leaning over it, taking a whiff near the center of Remus’s shirt and chest. “That.”

Remus makes a sound of confusion then pinches his shirt and pulls it to his nose, just as curious as Regulus now. “What? You don’t like the smell of cigarettes?”

In any other case he’d be right, but whatever brand he smokes, it makes him smell like–

“You smell like Sirius.” Regulus looks up at him from under the suspicious set of his brows, the smell is so strong this close to him, it makes it tingle under the thin skin of his forehead. He isn’t any less intense when Remus straightens and slumps again with an amused snort, turning his attention back to his kitchenette. Clearly not thinking this as important as Regulus does, he softens without those eyes on him, a little confused. “Do you guys smoke the same brand or something?”

“Brand?!” This seems to delight him further, throwing his head back with laughter as he pours coffee into two mugs, “You don’t know your brother can’t roll his own cigarettes if his life depended on it?”

“You roll your own cigarettes?” The younger boy deadpans, dropping himself to straddle the bar stool, finding that he can twist side to side. He busies his nerves with this, his eyes focused on how Remus prepared the coffees differently, though he does not remember him asking how he’d like his.

“–And Sirius’s.” He adds quickly before changing his tone, like he understands how pretentious it seemed. “I started doing it because of Pulp Fiction, but then it actually just…Stuck.” Walking over the two mugs, he sets one in front of the younger boy, who ducks his head to read the mug he was given. He got a feeling that there’s a running theme from the one he was handed last night.

Gogh with the flow.

He extends his neck, curious to read Remus’s, who nonchalantly turns his mug in his hand displaying it to him while he spoke. “What you’re smelling is clove and orange. Not to toot my own horn, but I do flavor my own tobacco.” He explains while he sips his coffee, watching over the rim as Regulus cracks a smile at what he reads and hears, and reaches for a crispier piece of bacon.

What Would Socrates Do?

“I can roll you one to take home if you want.” Regulus only nods at this as he brought his mug to his lips. He uses both hands to tip it back, though it plumed with steam from the outside’s temperature spilling inside, it didn’t burn him, Remus had added enough cream to cool it–and it was sweet. Usually, he’d pour in enough sugary brand name creamer to make his coffee a light brown and trudge it back up to his room, but he finds he prefers this.

“You know, you’re more talkative when you’re drunk.” He’s addressed with a strip of bacon waving in his direction. Regulus swallows the liquid he was holding in his mouth, savoring the roast much darker than the one he buys in little plastic cups. He shrugs, not having anything to add, he was pretty content on listening to Remus spill details he didn’t previously know about him and his brother. He’d learned early on that if you kept your mouth shut people would just keep talking, finding a need to fill the silence, and divulging more than they normally would.

“Tell me something about yourself.” Remus takes his time chewing his bite, keeping his eyes on Regulus expectantly. He tries to match his gaze, just as practice, but cracks when he tries to think of something to say. There are plenty of things he could offer up if Remus wanted a fun fact, many of them much more mundane than what he’d revealed last night.

“I like classical music.”

“Who’s your go to?”

Oh, Regulus did not expect the follow up question. “Debussy.”

“Ah, I’m more of a Gluck guy myself.” His head tweaks in his direction, not hiding his surprise at the answer. “But I’m a snob about the 18^th century, what do I know?” Regulus pulls one of his legs to his chest, not caring how revealing it was that everything about his body language implied Remus was beginning to consume every sense, and every bit of his attention.

“What else?” Remus pries, keeping one hand resting on his thigh while he uses one hand to sip. His posture is not perfect, no, but he is still imposing and alert. This time Regulus pulls a bit of a face while he thinks, testing the waters of this push and pull.

“I’m a writer.”

“Oh, really?”

“Why do you say it like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you don’t believe me.”

“Oh, I believe you. Just pleasantly surprised is all. If you can’t tell I like reading.” It was clear to anybody, there was even a book on the very table they sat at. Regulus glanced at the title, Crime & Punishment. As attractive as that is, he can’t help pushing his tongue into his cheek, because of course Dostoevsky was his light dinner time reading. “Where can I read something of yours, then?”

“You wouldn’t like it.”

“Try me.”

If he were being honest, he would only hesitate because he’s used to being ashamed of his writing. Used to brushing off the question. But weirdly, he felt there was no reason to lie to Remus, if he had to go based off what little he had right now, he has a gut feeling Remus would understand. Maybe he’s met his match for this conversation.

“How do you feel about erotica?” He quirks an eyebrow, tearing his bacon in halves with his fingers.

“Hm,” The older boy across from him doesn’t react, only stares off into space with a squint for a second as if trying to recall something and put the proper words together, he gestures with his mug when he speaks. “Sex makes people happy; it’s not rocket science. I can’t remember his name right now but, there’s this transgender philosopher I think you might like, talks about how eroticism is fundamental to art, literature, relationships and all that good stuff.”

He rambles like Regulus’s jaw didn’t just go a little slack, then nods towards his bookshelf. “I’ve also got a whole dark romance section. Knock yourself out before you leave.” He adds with a wicked look. Across from Remus he laughs quietly, ducking his head to hide it, and a bit unsure of what to say to somebody who is quickly proving to be smarter than him.

“Maybe I’ll let you read some of my tamer stuff.” He says fighting off the smile and hugging his leg a little tighter as he begins to drift back and forth on the seat again, feeling a little giddy, and a lot relieved. The attention is addictive, as little as it must be in reality, Regulus feels energy crackling underneath his skin; he can tell Remus is noting his happy fidgeting. He doesn’t care, it feels like he doesn’t have to with him.

“What’s something Regulus doesn’t like?” The brunette has finished his coffee, so he puts his elbows on the table and rests his chin on his intertwined hands. It’s the first time he hears his name in his mouth, in the third person, and more importantly in his accent.

“I’m not sure.” It’s true, he’s totally blanking.

“C’mon, indulge me, I haven’t talked to anybody in weeks.”

Regulus’s posture straightens, realizing how lonely it must feel out here sans Sirius and James. When he hears the words, they could have been his own, the very same words he swore nobody would understand just last night, so nobody could ever get what he was going through. He did, he does currently. That’s when he could properly identify the bittersweet glint in his eye.

“I hate when people compare me to Sirius.”

“Why? Take it as a compliment.”

“You remind me so much of when I first met him.” The older boy continues, a smirk that makes him look unfairly handsome creeps onto his face when Regulus rolls his eyes to space and back. “That attitude runs in the family, huh?” You could almost hear an audible snap, enough about him. If Remus thinks he has some kind of leg up on him by having become accustomed to his older brother’s antics, he has another thing coming, he’s been putting up with the reigning champion of Black madness for eighteen years now.

“Are you dating my brother?”

“No.”

“Fucking, then?”

“It’s not like that either,”

“Then what is it?”

“Are you sure you want to know?”

“Try me.”

Regulus, emboldened by his notion of an upper hand, has his arms crossed over his chest now, throwing his words back in his face poking for something other than nonchalant and frankly avoidant answers. He’s huffed with spite and overcome with one of the indignant little episodes that do, in fact, run in the family. Verdant eyes drop down his body and below the wooden edge of the table so quickly, they don’t even linger, just bounce right back up to his. He follows his line of vision and awareness makes electricity rip through him. The older boy across from him wets his lips, leaning in as if anybody in the world could possibly hear them.

“If I tell you, will you put pants on?”

He really thinks that will throw him off. Despite the way he pales instead of blushing he keeps his face fierce as he glances down at his bare legs, like he’s just so unphased about there only a thin layer of fabric hiding him from Remus’s watchful eye.

“No.”

The older boy laughs shortly, like Regulus was entertaining.

“Sirius is my submissive. I think you know what–”

“I know what that means.”

Images of Remus, doing a multitude of things, flash through his head. What kind of dominant figure he’d be. He knows exactly what that kind of relationship entails. The revelation brings more questions than answers, makes Regulus doubt everything thinks he knows about Sirius. Just when he thought they’d been closer than ever, he comes to the stark realization that there is some big and meaningful part of Sirius’s life that he felt he needed to hide, even lie to him about. You could say he was a hypocrite for telling his brother’s best friend about his small-time writing career before ever telling him. But aside from that it still hurt because he was under the impression that Remus found genuine pleasure in his company, something he doesn’t feel often. Instead, was Remus using him as some kind of place holder for his older brother while he was gone?

“For a virgin, you sure do seem to know a lot.”

“I think it’s time for me to go home.” He can feel the way his nostrils flare as he drops his leg and makes the stool scrape loudly on the linoleum sectioning of the kitchen.

“Sure thing, you just got to put on pants first.” Remus stands up too, in a much calmer fashion, and goes to pour himself more coffee. Giving Regulus his back to fester at as he stands there, speechless, for one of the few times in his life. He turns on his heel, scanning the place for his clothes, he stomps over to the couch finding his pants, socks, and binder folded neatly, he imperceptibly cringes.

“And don’t take that shirt. That’s Sirius’s favorite one of mine.” The older boy adds off-handedly, leaning on the counter and drinking his fresh cup of coffee, black this time, like he still hadn’t woken up enough to drive Regulus home, and one cup wasn’t enough. Like he couldn’t be bothered.

He was going to scream his head off, instead he threw himself to that bottom drawer and nearly ripped it off its tracks. Last night’s shirt taunts him, he bites his tongue, hard enough it hurts, and he can focus on that instead while he tears off the Wolfman shirt, baring his back and shielding his chest from the eyes he feels on him. He balls up the assholes shirt and throws it nowhere near folded or in a drawer. He hears another scoff behind him. He tastes blood. Refusing to struggle with his binder in front of him, he takes a shirt that he’s positive is Sirius’s, and another one he recognizes for good measure. If he gets nothing else out of this venture, he’s happy. He pulls one of them on, and slams the drawer shut once more. On his way over to the front door he shoots Remus a glare, struggling into his shoes.

“Make sure you don’t leave anything.”

“I sure as hell won’t.” He’s never coming back here again, he’s been thoroughly embarrassed, enough for a lifetime.

“Got your phone?”

Regulus silently shakes the device in the direction of the kitchen, Remus making a dismissive hum.

“Keys to your house?” His tone lilts up, patronizing at this point.

Even his practiced demeanor has its limit, and being treated like he was stupid was it. Who did he think he was, speaking to him like some forgetful child? He furiously digs through his front pockets until his right hand is grasping frantically at the shape he was looking for; it comes tearing out of his concealment. On his index finger, the silver key to his front door dangles lonely on a charm. As soon as he sees his black cat keychain, mockingly swinging back and forth between them, he remembers.

His eyes widen in horror. Drunk Regulus would be livid with him, losing his temper and giving them up just like that. The whole reason he’s in this mess is because these very house keys were supposedly far, far away in Barty’s car. All he wanted to do last night was spend more time with Remus, who seemed to make for Oh, so stimulating conversation, and instead of communicating that he felt he had to lie. And be rather theatric about it, he might add. For the second time in twenty-four hours, he wishes he’d just stayed home.

“You didn’t seem so eager to go home last night.” He breaks his eyes away first, to deposit his mug into the sink like he didn’t just pull the floor out from under him. Regulus drops his hand to his side dumbly; defeated, humiliated, and reeling from the confrontation. The dirty feeling of having been caught, shame, blooms prickles across the back of his neck and down his spine. Save it. Save it.

“I hate you.” He feels the need to declare, because what other way can he describe the way he feels when he bores holes into Remus from the door? The only sound is the breeze rattling the trees outside, whipping them in massive waves that cut through the trailer between them. He doesn’t like the distance for some reason, and as much as he hates being put into place–and despite Regulus’s words and the nipping wind–Remus Lupin just got hotter.

“You’ll get over it.” The taller boy takes no offense, blows him off. “Sit back down.”

Curse Regulus and his propensity for following husky orders, the stool is much less cold now that he has his jeans back on. He tosses his key, phone, and plundered treasure at the kitchen table, sighing over at Remus, defeated and patient now. Made tame and curious once more, he goes for playing along. Dialing it up by tracking the way the other boy walks over again, and returns to his seat in front of him, the closer he gets the more Regulus is forced to follow his form from under his lashes. Studying the way he moves and breathes, the light groan he lets out when he sits, hands coming to rub at his knees exasperatedly.

“Look, I know you’re not Sirius. And, obviously, I’m not Sirius either.” Remus gestures to Regulus then himself shaking his head, “But,” Regulus is listening intently despite his crossed arms and blank look. “You’re the closest I can get, and I’m the closest you’re gonna’ get.” He tempted with a raise of his eyebrows, humming pointedly, testing Regulus on if he was wrong. He chose only to pull on the skin of his bottom lip between his teeth, shrugging with a rustle of his clothes in the airy silence.

“I do love Sirius, and that sort a’ spills over to you in a funny way. So, do me a favor, and let’s play nice? I promised I’d look after you while he was gone.”

“I don’t need to be taken care of.”

Remus sucks air in through his teeth and chuckles like the words knocked wind out of him. “Don’t go running out on me again, but that’s exactly what your brother thought.”

Regulus doesn’t roll his eyes, but he does busy them with following the wooden swirls of the table, letting him go on, “Everyone needs to be taken care of; besides, I like talking to you. And I hardly knew what you sounded like til’ yesterday. I’m glad you’re here though. Been a while since I had something pretty to look at.” This gets his attention off his avoidant studying, and he thinks he’s visibly flustered because Remus shoots him a look. Begging Regulus to refute, “You don’t think I get tired of seeing this ugly mug every day?” he circles an index finger around his face.

It makes him blow out a little laugh through his nose, a corner of his lip tweaking up. Remus isn’t ugly in the slightest, he thinks. He takes in the scratches and dimples of healed stitches littering his face, the deeper mauve scar that caught diagonally across his cheek, nose, and lip. Remus lets those stormy eyes wash over him, wearing a lazy grin while last night’s stray toys with the idea of allowing itself to be fostered. A cloud wanes over their clearing, allowing the sun to surge in through the windows once more, dawning a sense of Deja-vu on the two.

He smiles, and Regulus’s white flag is waved with a flash of his teeth. His coffee has gone cold, yet he drinks. Remus is one of a kind, an acquired taste, and if there’s one thing the Blacks have its taste.

Notes:

Regulus "Confusing Feelings" Black
Remus "Twink Tamer" Lupin
My Brethren in Christ, enjoy this just straight shot scene of just sitting face to face at a table, this is tension and intimacy at it's finest folks. God, help the Black brothers they cannot resist climbing Remus Lupin like a tree. Comments are so so appreciated and motivating. Also so many of yall's theories were spot on <3 <3

Chapter 3: Angels of Porn I

Summary:

He wanted to be chased, he wanted to be irresistible, ravaged like his siren song had taken control of his victims’ every instinct. And he had his sights set on one all-too-intelligent sailor, one he wanted to reduce to primality. The problem was this sailor knew the treacherous Black Sea like the back of his hand.

Notes:

This will come in two parts! The smut will be posted tomorrow if all goes well! Thanks for keeping up.
Chapter Title: Angels of Porn II by Nicole Dollanganger

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Never underestimate the empowerment you’ll receive from some high-school libraries stolen collection of folklore; Regulus learned that night. In the dark, he sat with a lamp on the floor, a blue highlighter of his own in hand. Sleeping is for weekdays. Deciphering why Remus highlights the things he did is nearly impossible.

He could separate how he felt about this weekend into before and after he read the book of myths he checked out of Lupin’s Library. Tales of dark feminine creatures luring soldiers to peril, and genderless nymphs drowning insolent men swirled in his head, it bled into the ominously innocent tone that touched everything he wrote henceforward. He ruminated late into the night, consumed by finishing the thin paperback interspersed with highlights and dog-eared pages. Some notes were simply made with pens of assorted colors, he could see Remus grabbing the nearest writing utensil to underline what he deemed significant.

The pages of the book were perfumed with the scent of Remus’s home, having sat untouched on the shelf, just steeping in it. The book became his one tether to the man who came to his rescue–he does not know when he started viewing it as a rescue–so naturally it became the topic of his creative obsessions for the rest of his weekend in blissful isolation. He opened the windows like Remus did in the morning and laid on his bed with his legs stretched up onto the wall, flexing them back and forth while he finished the chapter on Nordic mermen.

Stifling a snicker, he sank into a bath that night, it felt a bit naughty to be naked around the borrowed book. He watermarked the corner of each page he read in the bath with his wet fingers, making damp spots that dried curled. Remus made it abundantly clear he didn’t care about the book after Regulus hesitated to take it, he stressed it’s something he hasn’t looked at in years. He wonders selfishly if his touch has somehow increased its value. Would it be returned to the forefront of Remus’s rotation of books, where he’d curiously flip through it to see all the signs of Regulus penned and bleeding from his rose petal redolent bath water? Would he smell what tainted his fingers on the parchment?

He’d spent the morning explaining what happened Friday night to each one of his friends as they made their way up the stairs, news of his napping by the scruff of the neck made its way around fast after Barty and Evan made their way back inside the party. Not a word about spending the night and the next day with Remus, not a breath. That was for himself, his passion project at the moment. There was something about him that stuck bad on Regulus, and they had hardly touched. Regulus put a pin in Barty and Evan, who texted him reassuringly that the offer stood, like a voucher for him to claim whenever he liked. It made their friendly flirting just that much more fun; but was Regulus the type to come crawling to cash his coupon? The answer is no. He wanted to be chased, he wanted to be irresistible, ravaged like his siren song had taken control of his victims’ every instinct. And he had his sights set on one all-too-intelligent sailor, one he wanted to reduce to primality. The problem was this sailor knew the treacherous Black Sea like the back of his hand.

The solution came to him in his very target's library; and how could he swap the books he borrows without choosing the new titles personally? Remus insisted on the Monday after that fateful weekend, all of this over the phone, the number reading as Unknown for Regulus. Then shortly after becoming a short Remus (Sirius Friend), it was a severe understatement.

Of course, he protested at first, claiming he wanted to stay home and write, Remus only made his case on why Regulus should come over and do it at his place. That, and the fact that he selfishly wanted to see the boy, stating that isolation wouldn’t do either of them any good. Going to his place promises plenty of coffee, reference material, and lots of inspiration. He was still in his school clothes when he walked out to his truck, he opened the door to find Remus fresh from work, the muddied flannel he wore got tossed somewhere behind them at a red light. The sun was setting through the windshield, getting in both of their eyes, past the solar flares the only thing Regulus notes is the sheen of dried sweat on the older boy's skin. He did smell distinctly of farm, though. He didn’t mind. Remus was a good ear, and let him pick the music, claiming his taste was no good.

“So, are you still gonna’ take them up on it?” The driver pried not so subtly after his debriefing.

“Depends.” Regulus looked out the window, humming in thought.

“On what?”

“If they make the first move.”

“Again?”

“Well, I can’t exactly throw myself at their feet begging for sex, can I?”

“You don’t got to go doing that, but how are they supposed to know when you’re game or not?”

“It’d be easy to tell if they had the eye for it. I think they’re still under the impression that I need to be handled carefully, though.” He picked at the pills of fabric at the cuff of his sweater.

“And having never done anything before how can you be so sure you don’t?”

“I just am.” Nobody knows his limits better than himself, and the things he does with all that time home alone.

The first thing Remus does when he touches down is put coffee to brew while he disappears behind the bathroom door. Something sputters beneath Regulus’s feet when the shower is turned on, so he takes the time to pick out some new books. It doesn’t take long, using the rudimentary system Remus so lovingly explained to him made it easy to amass a small selection. Before he knew it, he was alone in Remus’s space, he looked around at the cozy bachelor pad, wondering what to do now. The coffee machine beeping gives him something to do, and he opens two or three cabinets before finding the mugs, he’s immediately excited about getting to pick his own for the first time.

Double, Double Toil and Trouble; Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble.

And there was a little Shakespeare with sunglasses on the mug watching as he timidly searched for a spoon and creamer. Sipping and walking around the home in his socks he takes stock of all the knick-knacks, toiletries, small tools, and keys on the kitchen counter that spent the day in Remus’s pockets. There were some souvenirs he recognized from Sirius having bought them on family trips. A miniature Eiffel Tower stood next to an unusable “Leaning Tower of Pisa” candle, and in that same corner was a polaroid he took of Sirius in front of Big Ben. A ridiculously big smile and his gloved hand thrown up in a thumbs up, his pale cheeks rosy and wind nipped. He remembers teasing him for making him take the picture on his clunky hipster camera, now he only smiles back, laughing fondly at what was otherwise a bleak business trip they were shoehorned into, like many other “vacations.” On his bedside table, he keeps a minty balm for his muscles, wire-framed reading glasses that made Regulus’s eyes huge when he tried them on, and another two books; Regulus gathers that Remus has been on a big World War II kick. Daring to properly snoop, he opens the drawer to the small side table finding general junk, cables, and lube most notably, but nothing that surprises him. Sliding it back into place as quietly as possible, he falls into the pre-depressed corner of the couch nearest to the bookshelf, a spot well-worn in. The first book he sinks into is the shorter notes of a philosopher, and that maintains his attention until the shower cuts off, and then he’s only pretending to read until Remus comes back out with lounge clothes hanging loosely off him where they’re not sticking to the parts of him still wet. He keeps the door open while he’s toweling off his hair which is dark and shiny, saturated with water. The smell of the steam esscened by Remus’s woody bath products spills into the room, the room radiating warmth.

Regulus’s body is lit up with awareness although he keeps his eyes mostly on the words in front of him while the older boy crosses the home for his own cup of coffee, he tastes it while looking out the window over the kitchen sink, the sky outside has turned the dusty red of dusk that doesn’t happen every day. As the sun retreats, corners of the trailer are left shadowy where lamps shaded light doesn't reach, lamps that Regulus realizes are all different in designs, beading, and glow. Some are dimmer or brighter than all the rest. With mug in hand, Remus joins him on the couch, sinking in beside Regulus’s curled-up form. The younger boy watches and stills when Remus leans up over him and taps something that clicks. A goose-necked light shined down on him and the corner, the small words in his book became light-years easier to read, he looked up at the only white light in the room, having never noticed its clever positioning.

“Thank you.” He says as Remus settles back in beside him, slouching while he scrolls on his phone, swiping away at useless notifications.

“Can’t have you going blind before you’re thirty.” Remus tosses his phone onto the far side of the couch. His attention washes over Regulus, who meets his eyes while he flips a page. “Thought you came here to write?”

“I got distracted. Besides, what is it that Stephen King says? Those who don’t have the time to read don’t have the time or tools to write?” He bites his thumbnail between two teeth nervously under the weight of Remus’s eyes. It’s clear he’s tired, his eyes droop and he rubs the spots he’s sore with his free hand while he listens.

“And what did you find this time?”

“The memoir of a Geisha, an autobiography by a famous hooker, and—” He turns over the book he’s reading, “Testo-Junkie: Sex, Drugs, and the Pharmacopornographic Era.” he deadpans.

“Auto-theory, good luck.” Remus chuckles, speaking into his mug. He places it on an end table, and Regulus watches from the corner of his eye as he looks for something to do, with his mind or hands. Remus’s gaze stops at his feet, and Regulus is wondering if he’s noticed he’s wearing mismatched socks or something with the way he lingers and visibly contemplates. Then he’s grabbing one of his feet, pulling it onto his lap and straightening his leg out, Regulus shifts with a surprised noise. The hand circling his ankle and fixing him so easily was a shock, a welcome one, he keeps reading, nonplussed.

Remus digs his thumbs into the tender parts of the bottom of his foot, using both hands to massage up and down his soles. It takes everything in him to not react or make a noise of pure pleasure. He’s made to slouch and lean on the arm of the couch, so it only makes sense to toss both legs over his lap.

“So, only if they make the first move, huh?”

“Yep.” Regulus stresses behind his book. His foot feels so small in Remus’s hands.

“But they’re just too nice.” The way he says the last word is surely to mock the younger boy, accentuating the word with a press to the soft spots in the center of his heel, shooting pleasure up his long leg and to his core. It made his knee give weakly.

“I just don’t think they’d give me what I want, is all.” He cozies himself up further, the backs of his knees now meeting the other boy’s thighs too, the expert pressure on his feet doesn’t let up. If not, it tightens. The hands on him pay attention to each toe, the unfamiliar sensation has him trying not to jerk out of his grip from the way it tickles. The other boy is acting like this is something they do every day, not like this is their second time alone in the same room. He switches to the untouched foot, starting his methodological process all over again.

“And what is it you want?”

At this point, Regulus drops the book, still in his hand over the couch, while he thinks he throws his free arm over his head. Lounging while being serviced like those statues of righteously gluttonous deities. Remus has his eyes on his work.

“You said it yourself, how am I supposed to know?” He cuts himself off with a hiss caused by being pressed harshly, perhaps for his snarky response.

“You seemed pretty damn sure earlier.” The massage migrates up to the bony protrusions of his ankles, fingers pressing and circling them underneath the cuffs of his jeans. It feels so good, it feels like a liberty being taken, deliberate and calculated. Was he seriously under attack right now? “What is it you think you want?”

“Remus Lupin, are you asking me what I’m into?” One side of his mouth tilted up.

Remus, with his head still tilted down and watching the revealed slivers of stubbly pale skin through the wet hair that falls into his eyes, he remains impassive.

“Tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

Fuck, that was delicious. The book falls forgotten without a page being marked, he’d just start it all over again later. Now he lays down fully, and even goes so far as to close his eyes as his hands pick at the curls over his face, he twirls and tugs at them while he wonders where to start. He needs to get a baseline reading before proceeding.

“You go first.”

“Why do I have to go first?” Remus whines while the massage moves to his calves, soothing his hands over the denim keeping him separated from the sensitized skin underneath. The tone makes Regulus huff with a little laugh, which bounces his abdomen from his positioning. His hipbones were two arches below the thin shirt that’s been quietly riding up with every shift the younger boy makes, scooting his behind closer and farther into the lap of his current masseuse.

“Because you’re the one who’s so hung up on it.” This doesn’t earn him a squeeze, just a grunt.

“Fine, choking.” He almost stops kneading his way up over the boy’s knees when the form below shakes with a snort.

“C’mon don’t go easy on me.” If there was one area of expertise Remus wasn’t beating Regulus at, it had to be this. “Bondage.”

“Well, excuse me.” His voice has changed, it rolls over itself now the same way his hands do when he tugs Regulus a little closer by the tops of his thighs. Each one of his hands splays over them fully, inexplicable force behind his handling of Regulus. Digging his fingers so hard through the fabric it pinches, “Spanking.”

“I raise you, paddling and caning. Your turn again.” He didn’t make a sound when he was repositioned except for the air being forced from his lungs, but when those hands start indiscriminately massaging away a cut-off whine makes its way up his throat only to be stifled by pursed lips.

“A lover of the classics, I see.” Remus spoke over him, definitely catching the pinch between Regulus’s eyebrows. “Degradation?” He cooed.

“That’s a must.” His voice is tight in the center of his throat, forced to be controlled when his inner thighs are swept by testy touch. “Somnophilia.” He spits out.

“Ah yes, CNC lite.” A little relieved but unsurprised Remus knows the term, Regulus helplessly chuckles at the joke.

The attention lavished on him is endlessly distracting, and the hands are threatening to place themselves on the exposed parts of his waist, they crawl so slowly, making sure to dig into the very fibers of his muscles. It felt unspeakably good, he’s never had anyone touch him like this, and it felt like Remus knew exactly where to press to make him melt. Leaving him wondering how he found spots Regulus was sore when he didn’t even know he was. Every squeeze sent waves between his legs, where he could feel himself growing warm, Remus pointedly avoided the direct area.

“Honorifics.” For a moment, Regulus doesn’t know what the other boy is even talking about anymore, too lost in the feeling of fingertips grazing the seam that cuts him up the middle.

“Which ones?” It’s not how he’s supposed to answer, breaking their back and forth.

“Shit, I like all of them.” Is sighed while the older boy encircles his bare waist, exploring the unfamiliar territory that was his upper body. Regulus is squeezed when Remus tries to touch his fingers all the way around, corseting him and forcing a wheezing laugh at the silly mistreatment.

Remus began to touch and test as if he was curious, flip flopping between genuine gentle massage and a seemingly irresistible case of cute aggression.

“What does Sirius call you?” The hands on him go unsynchronized for a moment but carry on valiantly through the unsure waters of the conversation.

“Usually, Sir.” He answers casually, “Master, when he’s feeling particularly devoted. Or when he wants something…”

Out slips, “Now I know what not to call you.”

“And who said you’ll be calling me anything other than my name?” Digits push under his binder, sandwiching them with the seam and onto his ribs, taking the pressure that’s been confining him and his breathing all day. That’s what gets him to moan unrestrainedly.

“If that’s what you want me to call you, sure.” He keeps his eyes closed, not wanting to know just where Remus was looking, and not willing to face the spotlight practically highlighting his pleasured expression.

“Have I done something to give the impression that you’d need to call me anything but?” The way his voice has dropped low and restrained rattles the base of Regulus’s spine.

“I don’t want to alarm you, but you’re inches from groping my chest.” Even the lax muscles of his face reignite to give the sassy lift of a brow.

“My massages are very thorough. I haven’t done anything to you, Regulus.”

A pitiful humph left him, but he didn’t fight him. Yeah sure, he’d done nothing to Regulus but make him into a needy animal and say his name like that. If this is nothing, then what’s something? Whatever it is he needs it desperately, he needs the hands that are sweeping underneath his underarms while their thumbs imprinted on his sternum to turn their attention elsewhere. They’re maddening, he can feel the strength and dexterity of each digit, seemingly fine-tuned for dragging breathy little keens from past his pouted lips.

“Do you want me to do something?” He continued. Yes, something, if this is truly nothing.

“What’s…” Remus’s hands retreat, and fingers trace circles around his belly button on their way back down his body, Regulus shivers. “–Something?” He gulps.

“Anything you want. Aren’t you the one who knows exactly what he wants? So, what do you want?”

“Anything I want?” He does crack an eye; Remus is already looking at him. Regulus’s body is laid in his lap, arching over a thigh, his behind falling between his spread legs.

How the fuck did he end up here? Like a house cat, his clothes askew, the nape of his neck sweaty against the upholstery, arms thrown over his head while he’s pulled and prodded at. He was here, so in the moment that all of it had just seemed like the natural progression of things, he hadn’t protested so Remus kept going, and he could not have been happier with that outcome.

What he wants is not the question, it’s what he has the guts to ask for. Asking downright for Remus to flip him on to his stomach and fuck him into the couch cushions was off the table. It still seemed like Remus maintained a certain hesitation or restraint with him, could have something to do with Sirius. If he was still feeling skittish about feeling up the younger Black brother, Regulus could fix that. So, he closed his eyes and thought about what he could ask of this boy. The one ducking his head over him, eyes dark like assessing a meal. And he hasn’t eaten all day.

“Anything.” He’ll do anything, yet Regulus does not feast.

“Kiss me?” He made sure his voice was breathy and shy, although the way he arches into Remus’s touch conveys nothing of the sort. “I want you to kiss me.”

“That’s it?” Remus chuckles gorgeously while he eclipses Regulus.

His face, this up close, when Regulus opens his eyes. It’s stunning. “Please.” He speaks while looking at Remus’s mouth, before he meets his gaze, both of their eyes low and going a little unfocused at the proximity they close. Their breaths fan over each other, and the smell is a hit of ecstasy, the heat of a shower still trapped under his skin but his hair cold and fresh on Regulus fevered face. So fucking close.

Remus sucks his teeth, scanning the helpless expression on his face, Regulus giving him more reason to kiss him stupid. Siphon every thought from his brain and leave him nothing but what’s hard-wired in him. Regulus prays he doesn’t have second thoughts; hopes he’s not blinded by unobscured light again after Remus comes to his senses. He won’t tell, he won’t say a word, he just needs this so bad. If Remus would just stop–fucking–thinking.

Mmf.

Is the only sound he makes when Regulus surges up and grabs him by the back of the neck with both hands, refusing to let go. Their mouths are humid and wet with shared bated breath. Regulus finds a new addiction when he licks at the seam of Remus’s lips and it falls open with a pant, his tongue silky smooth when it mingles with his own. He tastes like Remus, the distinct flavor of spit and another human, with the smoke and spice he carries like an aura. It’s so rewarding he moans, hands fighting through wet strands, scratching behind his ears.

Remus, not up for fighting any more, pulls Regulus to sit up. Right in his lap, and sitting side saddle, their lips don’t break for a moment.

Their eyebrows are drawn together in concentration, and they’re struggling to breathe through their noses the messier they get. Damp pants leave Regulus’s taut body, unwilling to stop for a moment. By no means is he leading the kiss, more like he’s making sure Remus doesn’t stop giving him a little leeway before taking all control back. Regulus bites his bottom lip, so he bites back harder, making him whine. And do it again.

The hands on his hips keep his squirming at a minimum, and him mostly upright. He runs his tongue flat against Remus’s invading his mouth ruthlessly. He couldn’t help himself; he wanted Remus to consume his palate.

“You trynna’ kill me?” He smiles against his lips.

“You said anything I want.” All hope is lost for Regulus. “I want you.” He has never been good at holding eye contact, but today it came naturally. He made sure Remus could see just how serious he was. To seal the deal, he gave him an unprompted peck on the lips. Then another.

Before he could go for a longer one Remus pulls back and studies him with a tilted smirk. Regulus blushes back, lips shiny with mixed spit, drying with every breath he lets out heavily. Green eyes rake over him, starting from their point up connection upwards. And Remus laughs when he locks eyes with Regulus, dropping his previous demeanor and twisting it into something that twists Regulus’s guts instead.

“You seem pretty used to getting what you want, huh?” Remus, the sailor he is, he’d brought a mirror for his meeting with Medusa.

Before coasting past the rocky shore Regulus inhabited in his mind, he had filled his ears with wax.

Notes:

Part Two tmmrw! Or else it would have been way too long. Also because I know I'm going to be long winded as fuck about Regulus's first time, duh.
If ur reading this and commenting, i cannot stress this enough, I actually love you. If ur reading this ur reading a huge part of me.
RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU"RE HERE FOR THE MORSELS OF SIRIUS/REMUS CONTENT?? *me the fucking author raising my hand*
Lmk what u think Remus is gonna do to Reg, hint: unfortunately for Reg, Remus will be keeping his pants on.

Chapter 4: Angels of Porn II

Summary:

This was it, the first time anybody has seen Regulus like this. Remus Lupin doing the honors.

Notes:

GET READY FOLKS
(U might wanna reread the tail end of the last chapter to seamlessly transition from one scene to next)

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Fuck this.

Regulus breaks free to twist and straddle him, careful not to knee him in the groin and completely ruin the mood. He seats himself atop those thighs and pulls closer, rolling his hips over the spot they connect. Remus isn’t noticeably hard from juvenile kissing, but it does make the older boy under him draw in a breath. The reaction stirs something inside of him. The power over him seeps into his veins.

“It’s not my fault, just sort of… Happens.” He trails off, head thrown to the side while Remus plants kisses up his neck. Open mouth and wet, making Regulus’s brain stop upon finishing his sentence. Loving how Remus sucks the delicate skin of his neck up, bites down, then swirls his tongue around the area with expert pressure. It cuts off his breathing when he does it over where his Adam’s apple would be. He’s in heaven, so he keeps Remus in place by his shoulders.

“What else can I do for you?” It sounds transactional, like what they’re doing is purely an exchange of services. Except it’s murmured against his collar bone, shaking him to his core. He’s trying desperately to keep his head together, to keep momentum, to not give up.

He notices his hands have not left his hips, he needs to change that, he needs those to be exactly where they’ve been avoiding for the past half hour.

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“No–” Taking one of those stilled hands in his, he does something he’d never thought he’d be doing with the quiet boy who came to pick up Sirius from time to time. “Here.” He hitches his hips up so Remus’s hand can cup between his legs.

“Oh, right.” Like it hadn’t even occurred to him. “Here.” He closes his hand, his middle finger dragging right over Regulus’s clothed clit. The chafe of his boxers and jeans catch on where he’s most sensitive, and his eyes flutter shut, head tilting back. Remus bites just as he makes a high-pitch whine.

“Yes, there.” He bucks down into his hand a second and third time, loving the dry teasing, and unashamed if Remus knows it. Using his own hand to keep Remus’s there, sturdy and still to grind himself on, he makes sure it won’t retreat before he uses that hand to lift his shirt once more. “Help me take them off?”

“You sure?” Remus asks but still positions his other hand over the button and zipper of his jeans. His thumb and index at the ready on the metal closing.

“Yes–fuck–I’m sure.” He doesn’t need to be asked anything else twice for the rest of the night.

Then his waistband goes loose and there’s lips on his again while they wrestle to get them past his knees and kicked off to the floor, limp and half-inverted. It’s only when he’s spread out on his lap wearing only his boxers that he feels Remus against him. He has to stop himself from immediately reaching down to run his hand over the bulge between them, fitting so nicely between his legs. He just wants to know what it feels like in his hand.

Regulus finds he’s not scared, or hesitant. More absolutely perturbed by the amount of clothes separating them, he’s gone hot with need, and the security that Remus knows exactly what to do with him. He’s passed with flying colors so far. He feels in control but at the same time guided, allowed to explore and tug at Remus as if he was a toy. Digging his nails into his neck, shoulders, biting his cheeks, for God’s sake. He wanted to devour him whole.

He gasps when Remus returns his hand to explore his center, where heat practically rolls off of him. Planting his hands on the knees behind him, he lets the older boy examine what’s there. His boxers fit slightly limp where he’s smooth in comparison, and Remus runs a knuckle up the center of his clothed folds making the fabric stick to him. He watches intently, mentally recording the surreal image of hands toying with him so casually.

“You’ve made a mess.” He drags out the last word, like the sight brings him physical pain.

“Should probably take them off then.” It’s the only coherent thought he has at the moment. Triggered by Remus saying an exact line of dialogue he’s written, the response not being his own, but his character’s.

They’re gone in seconds, Remus not playing nice anymore when both hands release their duties of teasing Regulus through his underwear and get to tearing them down, hooking the waistband under his ass first and letting out a guttural groan when both of his hands encompass Regulus’s cheeks. Kneading, pulling them apart while they reconnect their mouths, tongues first. He drives Regulus down into his lap and pushes his hips off the couch, grinding them together forcefully. The boy being manhandled sighs and keens into his assailant’s mouth. When his underwear meet the same fate as his jeans, they stall momentarily.

This was it, the first time anybody has seen Regulus like this. Remus Lupin doing the honors. With shuddering breaths, he ducks his head down to watch; two thumbs coming to split him open and properly look at him. It feels insane, having his own hands perfectly still while the rough pads of foreign fingers prod at his most sensitive area. Leaking uselessly and pulsing around absolutely nothing. He’s so pale compared to Remus’ weathered hands, the ones he’s making slick with himself. Trying his best to keep his breathing steady, he watches intently as his clit is circled, stroked slowly in exploration. There’s something about the way Remus inspects him, not saying a word and not meeting his eye just yet as he plays with Regulus. The only sound he makes isn’t even his own, it’s the saliva in the back of his throat catching as he gasps at the new sensations, his mouth opening wide when Remus mimics jerking him off.

His shoulders are practically pushed up to his ears the more he leans back, presenting his pussy shamelessly to Remus, who finally lifts his eyes from between his legs. With his jaw still slack and his eyes wide with sheer adrenaline he meets those intense eyes, gone wild and hungry. What was Remus thinking? He had to know but he couldn’t find the words to ask, because now he was keeping blazing eye contact with the person stroking him as if this was their Monday afternoon routine. He made it this far, strung out on this older boy’s lap, dead to world but more alive than he’s ever been.

“Please.” It’s the only thing he can formulate, closing his eyes with a gulp and tilting his head back as if Heaven would listen to him while his pussy is toyed with as much skill as the rest of his body had been massaged. Heaven doesn’t answer, no, but Remus does.

“Please…What?” Remus leans forward slightly, entering Regulus’s air and cutting off any communication he was having with the sky. Bringing him back down to Earth, he crash-lands haphazardly, having lost all grace and powers of flight the moment he entered Remus’s atmosphere.

“Fuck me.” Simple enough, right? Got his point across it seems, because Remus sucks in a breath like Regulus had poked him with a red-hot iron. He ran his dirty hands in opposite directions, thumbing the indents of the milky thighs spreading themselves helplessly only inches away from his cock. There is no greater disappointment than when those hands ceased their teasing. For a moment he wonders if he’d come off too strong, a bit late for that.

“Can’t do that, yet.”

“Yet?” The desperation in his voice is evident, and he rolls his head back on right just to glare at Remus.

“Yeah,” He smiles apologetically, hands coming back to grope Regulus’s behind when the boy leans in and tangles his hands in the hair at the nape of his neck. “Don’t take this the wrong way but, I’m scared I’m gonna’ tear you in half.”

Regulus doesn’t mean to snicker and roll his eyes, but it seems to amuse Remus when he does because his eyebrows shoot up in question. “You should see the toys I have at home.” He speaks too casually for someone naked in front of another for the first time.

“Well, I haven’t, so I don’t know what you can or cannot take.” He noses against Regulus’s cheek, speaking so gently it tickles.

“I’m telling you; I can take it.” Regulus insists with his eyes closed, basking in the low murmurs by his ear. That is, until Remus is forcefully grabbing him by the chin and pulling him out of his wistful little attitude. He’s brought to face Remus with pouted lips.

“And I’m telling you, you can’t.” He declares sternly, having the last word on the matter. Regulus has his face thrown away to the side roughly, something like a squeak leaving him at the mistreatment. “I can try something though.”

Regulus is back, not deterred in the slightest, “What?” he gasps as Remus begins to explore once more. Pushing off his chest and leaning back again, he can’t contain the noise of pure delight that escapes him when he’s grabbed by his thighs and righted on Remus’s lap. If he’s about to do what he thinks he’s about to do, his underwear won’t be the only article of clothing soiled by the pair’s deviance. “What?” He urges, bouncing in his lap impatiently.

“Let’s see how much you can really take. Since you’re so confident.” The words drip with honey then venom, the combination sending Regulus further down. Down somewhere he cannot see light, a space where nothing other than Remus occupies.

He doesn’t anticipate Remus running his fingers longways onto his cunt, wetting them with his incessant slick and dragging them upward over his clit. Involuntarily, he moans, higher than he ever has with surprise. One does not typically surprise themselves when they masturbate, nothing compares to this. His world as he knew it shatters when Remus’s index finger disappears inside of him with zero resistance. Usually, one of his fingers would do nothing for him, he wouldn’t start feeling it until he was stuffing himself with two or three of his own. Remus’s fingers on the other hand, he’s screwing his eyes shut at the feeling. Letting out ragged breaths when he pushes in to his last knuckle, the finger inside of him curls upwards knowingly, leaving him breathless despite his efforts.

“How’s that feel?”

“More.”

Remus obliges happily, shoving his middle finger beside the first one unceremoniously.

“Now?”

“Fuck yes.” Regulus doesn’t care how he looks, beginning to circle his hips on Remus’s hand, reaching into him like his only tether to reality. Now he feels it, the stretch, the slight burn of those fingers dragging against his ribbed walls. Before he gets too lost in his selfish pursuit of pleasure, the other boy speeds up the twist of his wrist and the scissoring of his fingers. Obscene sounds click and pop from where Remus’s hand is pumping into him, keeping him in place with the hook of his fingers. Not like Regulus would go anywhere when he could watch the flex of the other boys’ biceps as he fucks into him. Pleasure rolls off him in waves, the attempts to stifle his moans are useless now that he’s found out he could push up onto his knees and back down matching Remus’s pace.

“More?” This time Remus asks, hypnotized by Regulus’s disappearing act. Then comes one of the biggest and best fuck ups in Regulus’s life.

“Please, Sir?” He didn’t mean anything by it. It had just been his default, having moaned it to himself and the emptiness of his room over hundreds of times. “Ah!” Remus has him by this throat in a flash, “Fuck.” He grits out, a bruising grip having him right under the jaw. Clawing his hands up Remus’s forearm he can feel his pulse with his thumb, as calm as can be.

That must be nice, Regulus’s hearing becomes stuffy with the blood trapped in his head, his heartbeat sloshing in his ears.

“What did you just say?” The grip doesn’t loosen or tighten, but it pulls the smaller boy’s spine up straight. And, God, was Regulus smiling right now?

“I-I’m sorry, Si–” Now it does tighten, and that smile fades to a desperate grimace when the fingers inside of him start to dig ruthlessly deep inside the cavern of his body, rendering him useless. “Daddy! I’m sorry, Daddy!” He thinks quickly, getting bits of Remus under the crescents of his nails when he claws down his wrist. If his eyes were open right now, they’d be flipped white. He quickly finds out how little another person can care about how long you’re not breathing, choking yourself out sucks in comparison to this.

“You don’t get to call me that.” He says over Regulus’s desperate and choked off whines, letting up enough to let blood rush freely while keeping him at his mercy. It all surges back up at once, a pathetic noise leaving him as his throat unsticks from itself. “Now, show Daddy how you like to touch yourself.” It sounds like poetry leaving his lips, and his fingers just won’t let up.

Moving one hand around his front, his fingers find that sweet spot, rubbing just where he likes it until–

“Oh, shit.” This time Remus groans, locked in on the sensation of Regulus’s pussy clenching around him, whose found the trifecta of pleasure, all in his new favorite person’s lap. Remus finally grants him that third finger, and it’s the missing puzzle piece. He’s stretched taut, trapping the digits inside of him as he pulses wildly around them. Undeterred, the older boy continues studying him, pushing in and out repeatedly and making sure to graze that spot that was driving Regulus downright insane. The noises they made only spurred the other on, Remus’s breathing and muttered curses, as if the pleasure were contagious through contact, and Regulus who wasn’t bothering to filter any of his moans. Uncaring if they’re low, or high pitched, loud, or quiet; nobody could hear them for miles. He was taking advantage of the fact.

So lost in the moment, and more than half-way to his certain dismantling, Regulus bounces himself onto the fingers stuffing him. Moving up and down with his back-arched how he thought Remus would like, he looks for those green eyes, his visions shaky from exertion but he couldn’t miss the way they’re already on his face. Impassive if it weren’t for the set of his brow; concentrated, domineering, God-like in the way his muscles ripple and twitch. He must look positively debauched, ruddy with heat, rubbing himself frantically with one hand and anchoring himself to Remus’s hand around his throat helplessly.

“Daddy?” This snaps Remus out of whatever Regulus induced haze he’s in, sitting up and tugging the boy in his lap closer with the three fingers lodged and writhing in his oversensitive cunt. He leans forward and brings Regulus to meet him halfway, watching up close as those pretty blue eyes cross when he speeds up. “Fff-uck.”

“Yes, angel?” The devil smiles right in his face.

“Mm!” He hums at the unexpected pet-name, if the way flowers bloom in his stomach is anything to go off, he wants Remus to call him that again, and again, and– “I’m gonna’ come…” He manages, trailing off to focus on the warmth spooling tight behind his walls.

“Did you ask if you can come?”

No, he didn’t know he had to; but he’s never been happier to comply. He rights himself for what might be his time to shine. Falling forward at the insistence of the hand around his neck, he meets Remus’s lips. He spills noises past his mouth as he brings himself closer to the edge.

“Please, Daddy? Let me come?” It felt so good to beg against the other boys parted lips, now panting to match Regulus as the boy on top of him becomes desperate, trapping his now stiffened cock between them. “Please, please, please?” So close, but no word from Remus. Their lips crush together wetly, Regulus babbling against them; insisting that he can’t hold it much longer, how good Remus feels inside of him, how badly he needs to. Something animalistic rises from the chest he’s plastered against, and it rocks every nerve in his body to obey. Such a simple word sending him plummeting down the inferno of pleasure he’s been climbing, the flames eat him up alive. Licking into his mouth and at his neck, groaning hotly against it at the flavor of his sweat.

It’s cataclysmic, and nearly silent when Regulus comes undone. His noises coming to a fever pitch then cease as his body draws tight like a bow then limp as he’s fucked blind through his orgasm. All kinds of praises are smeared into his neck, but he can’t make any of it out, not when fingers drive into him with renewed force. Much too sensitive to care, he fists his soiled hand in Remus’s clean shirt, every breath leaving him with a strangled whine as the fingers inside of him retreated one by one. Not one bone in his is body solid enough to hold him upright, and he’s dropped so far below the waves of his post-orgasmic haze that all he wants to do is stay put right here, against the warmth and stability of Remus’s rising and falling chest. He could try to match his breath, but he still hasn’t found his.

“Baby?”

He’s never been called that before, surely, they’re not referring to him.

“Reg?”

Oh.

“Yeah?” He sighs dreamily, which makes the chest under him rumble with a chuckle.

“You alright?” Alright is an understatement, all thoughts–good, bad, or just in general–seem to have ceased. Out comes an airy little giggle, his arms gone limp, hanging from wherever he grabs at Remus, wiping his hands on his own pants before sliding them up Regulus’s back. If it were possible to melt further, he’d be a puddle at this man’s feet. Nodding jerkily with his cheek pressed up against him, he tilts his head to see Remus looking down at him. That stunning smile on his face, “Yeah? That good?”

“Mhm…” Satiation thickens his blood, slowing every system.

“C’mon.” Remus stands with his grip sliding down to the backs of Regulus’s thighs. The boy offers no protest, slinging his arms around his neck. “You’re takin’ a shower.”

“But I need to write…” He croaks.

“Are you kiddin’ me? That’s what you’re thinking about right now?” The smile in his voice is audible, and the butterflies in Regulus’s stomach are so scary he buries his face into his noble steeds neck. He’s placed delicately on his feet, swaying and still half-naked, uncaring if this is how he gets to see the bathroom for the first time.

He did it, maybe not all the way, but he did something.

Remus leaves him to wipe his bleary eyes while he’s opening and closing some drawers outside his line of sight. When he comes back, he’s tossing two sets of fresh pajamas on the closed toilet seat and gets to undressing Regulus who looks to be falling asleep while standing. He doesn’t remember the last time sleepiness washed over him so naturally.

“You’re showering with me?” He’s never done that with somebody else either, and he doesn’t hide the hopefulness in his voice as he holds his arms up for Remus to shimmy his binder over his head. Should he be embarrassed about standing stark naked before the guy who made him come harder than he’s ever had? Before he can ponder any harder, Remus kisses the rosy buds of his chest and makes his way up. So, that’s allowed now.

“You, darling,” Stopping mid-sentence to pull his own shirt over his head, then planting a kiss on pouted lips, “Made a mess of the both of us.” He drops his pants and briefs in one fell swoop. “Besides, gotta’ save water.” So, that’s why he was worried he’d break Regulus in half. Remus hangs swollen and heavy, thick as one of his bigger toys, manageable by a hair, he decides.

“You don’t want me to…Do anything for you?” He can, he should, he wants to desperately no matter how sleepy he’s been rendered. Remus extends a hand to him, upturned, Regulus places his in its gentle hold as he’s led into the tiny shower, giggling when the taller boy squeezes in beside him, smushing him against one of the walls and forcing them together. Neither of them minds one microscopic bit. Regulus is turned around by his hips, made to face a wall. Overcome with cheekiness he minutely bends at the waist finding Remus’s length against the dimples of his back.

“You can do one thing for me.” Remus whispers huskily against the shell of his ear, the shower flattening their hair onto their faces, making them glisten and drip. The younger boy picks at his bottom lip with his teeth, letting his eyes slip closed as hands come around his body, sliding over him so easily with the water and lack of clothes.

“Anything.” He moans, loving every second of the attention, taking the liberty of tossing his hands up to feel up Remus’s shoulders, neck, and up into his hair. Since touching at will was something they were doing now.

“Let me wash your hair?”

Notes:

You are deserving of love and having your hair washed with a dick between yo cheeks.

Chapter 5: Don't Tell Mama

Summary:

His compass was all out of sorts but began to steer him in one clear direction. Out of the choppy waters of his nightmare and towards the placid stream of pleasure by which Remus offered refuge.

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The offshore visits are always the worst.

Not only the time they spent walking around the platforms and shaking hands with employees but everything else about the process. Putting on the dress that Walburga Black wordlessly left on top of the bed, always made to match Sirius’s attire. Going through security at the private airport after having been on a plane for hours already. Boarding the helicopter, already so used to it that the only concern was if the headset was crushing the bow not so lovingly tied around shiny baby curls, still wispy and cherubic. Any kid should be ecstatic about the fact that they are soaring high over the ocean, heading straight for the steel beacon in the distance or maybe they’d be afraid of the height and rough seas below. None of that phased either of the Black siblings anymore, in fact, Sirius looked like he was praying the aircraft, and all its passengers, would meet a watery grave.

“ – Fix your face and pay attention, boy.” Their father, Orion Black, never got tired of criticizing Sirius. It seemed to be his preferred pastime.

“I am,” Sirius assured without taking his eyes off the waves below. Not paying attention was nearly impossible when they had each other’s voices fed directly into the headsets they wore, the noise of the chopper’s blades whirring over them too loud for normal conversation where one could block out their fathers’ lectures. Sirius once joked that helicopter rides were their parents’ favorite because it meant they could hear themselves talk, their captive audience having no other choice but to do the same.

The youngest Black never got a headset with a microphone, there was no need.

So, she sat with her hands in her lap next to her brother, leaning in her seat to look out the window. Sitting on the lining of the dress made the backs of her thighs itch, making it so she could hardly sit still, the impending landing didn’t help at all. When they’d land Orion and Walburga would touch down first, followed by the heir to the company who politely lifted his little sister off the aircraft. The tip-tap of polished Mary Jane slippers followed the eldest around everywhere it seemed; on the main deck, the living quarters, kitchens, and the massive drill everything was centered around. While the beloved owners were whisked away by supervisors and mechanics Sirius oversaw the little Black, making sure to keep her hand in his whenever they went outside. The railings around the platforms and machinery were welded with an adult’s size in mind, she was still small enough to fall through the slats if she even slipped, where she’d hit the swells of icy waters as if they were cement. They didn’t talk much during these trips, they’d lose their voices if they tried to yell over the diesel-powered engines, ramming drills into the Earth over and over again. Their company’s motto was stamped and tacked up anywhere it’d fit, boasting the quality of their product; Always Pure.

“Careful, Reg!” Sirius took both of her hands in his, crude oil making the floor slippery on the balcony where they stood. She’d slipped right onto her butt, staining the back of her stiff green dress. Sirius inspected her, righting the bow and brushing her off. “Shoot, Mom just had this one made.”

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled, looking back as oil seeped through her white tights.

“It’s alright! Look,” Her big brother didn’t hesitate to sit right where he stood. Making his little sister giggle when he laid down and proceeded to make a snow angel on the filth of the floor.

“Siri! Get up!”

“See? Now we both fell.” He turned to show off the ruined back of his dress shirt and trousers. “C’mon, before they take off and leave us here.” He held his hand out for her to take as they made their way back to the helipad.

The stars were always so bright out here, and the view might be the only good thing about offshore trips. You could make out the whole Milky-Way, and all the stars and constellations that lend their names to their family tree. Nobody could ever point out the dead planet the youngest sibling was named after, Regan, what an afterthought. She could always see Sirius, the brightest star in the sky, to her and everyone else in the world. It was always the easiest to find, she tracked the sky until she saw it, a beauty mark above the moon tonight. Destined for reaching unimaginable heights. What did that mean for her destiny? She never found her name in any books.

“I found you!” She dropped her brother’s hand to point, ignoring Orion and his dazzling belt for the glitter of the Dog Star. “I read that your star is eight lightyears away. Did you know–” When she turned her brother was gone. She whipped around, the winds getting long hair in her mouth and face. There wasn’t a soul on the bridge, not even a worker she could ask to take her to her parents.

All sound seemed to cease as her eyes went wide and wet, backing away from the railing only to bump into another one, taller than her. Not an engine's drone, or a helicopter's blade, not even the pounding and scape of pipes and chains. Only her quickening breath and the frigid waves below, salty sprays reaching onto the deck when they beat against the structure in towers of water. She clamped one shaky fist around a bar of the rails, clutching it like a lifeline. The sea was black below her.

“Siri?” She dared one step, careful not to slip again.

“Siri?!” This time she yelled, something she knew she wasn’t supposed to do, but where was everybody? Where was Sirius? He was just here, his hand in hers, he couldn’t have walked away far because she would have been able to see him. Hot tears stung her sinuses; had he fallen? Slipped so fast and silently that he’d been neatly blipped out of existence? Her breathing went rapid imagining Sirius sinking below the surface, flighting to orient himself, being slammed against the legs of the rig by the dark swells. The waves were taller than her; taller than buildings tonight.

“Sirius!” Regulus shot up in bed, the name on his tongue left his mouth half in his voice and half in hers. His head snapped to his left as sheets rustled beside him in the darkness, and he jumped violently when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“What, baby? Oh,” Remus huffs when a smaller body charges toward him, wrapping rigid limbs around him. “Are you–” The form in his grasp shaking with a sob stifled in his shoulder answers the question for him.

“I’m sorry.” The boy climbing onto him let out nonsensically. Remus brought a hand to hold his head, dropping them onto their sides on the mattress, Regulus still not letting up on tangling himself as close as he possibly could, clambering onto his only life raft. He could feel himself wetting the skin he nestles deeper into, leaking salt the more he thinks about it. Sirius. Gone. Drowning while he stands there helpless.

“Hey, look at me, I’m here.” He’s pulled around a little bit as Remus reaches up to flip a light on, knocking things over as he searches blindly for the switch. “Regulus?”

Regulus.

“Here, I found your new name! The Heart of the Lion, Leo constellation. Keeps it in the family and…Hey, kind a’ matches my name, doesn’t it?”

“I’m sorry.” Sleep leaves him, taking Sirius and the sea with it all together.

“No, none of that.” He brushed the hair from Regulus’s face, wiping tears as he scanned the boy. Frantic blue eyes find him, floating out of sleep and back into reality, made firm by the arms keeping all his pieces together. Regulus tried to match his breathing to the deep rhythmic ones he was pressed against, closing his eyes to collect himself as Remus tucked hair behind his ears. “Just a nightmare is all, sweetheart.” He assured, whispering gentler than he’d ever heard him. “What’d you dream about?”

“Siri–us,” Regulus stumbled over the word, avoiding the childhood name altogether, “Sometimes I have this dream that we’re on one of my dad’s rigs and he just disappears.” He takes in a shuddering breath. “And I don’t know if he left me alone or fell in the water or–” The tears come all over again.

“Oh, you poor thing.” Remus cradles him back to his chest, and he doesn’t know if he accepts his pity because the older boy caught him nice and vulnerable or if it had something to do with the way he’d become so comfortable so quickly with him.  For good reason it seems because the coddling soothes his aches like a warm weighted blanket. Remus makes for a wonderfully oversized stuffed animal, one that hugs back and smooths chapped hands up his sweaty back, planting kisses on his temples.

“I’m sorry I woke you up.” He pouts up at him.

“All good,” He lifts his head to look over at something, presumably the digital clock at the end of the couch. “You woke me up ten minutes before my alarm, so good job. Now I get some time to do this before work.” Remus settles in further, one arm under his pillow while the other does laps running up and down Regulus’s side. From his hips to his ribs and down again, his eyes slip closed, but Regulus is still watching him.

“You go to work this early?” The sun wasn’t even up, it had been pitch-black in the trailer before he’d turned his bedside lamp on. “What is it you do again…Exactly?”

“My hours are from sun-up to sun-down, baby.” He looked like he was chuckling in his sleep, proud of the fact. “I take care of rich folk's horses and breeding cattle for a living.”

“I had a horse when I was little.”

“That’s what makes you rich folk.”

“Never saw him though.”

“So, richy-rich folk.”

“Stop it!” He giggled despite the lingering sting in his eyes, and the sound had Remus opening his eyes again, hoping to catch even the tail end of the rare image. Regulus Black flashing teeth: nobody other than Sirius and Dorcas have seen so much of that smile. Add Lupin to the list.

“What time do I need to have you home?” Remus pushes his hip ever so gently, encouraging him to lay flat on his back while he settles between his legs, ducking to nip right under his ribs.

“Just before the bus. I can get dressed fast.” Whatever gives him more time in Remus’s presence, in which he feels like everything is right in the world. Where he felt so, so good being in his own body for a change. Perhaps it had something to do with the praise bestowed upon him, hands under his body pulling him to Remus’s mouth and molding him like putty. The sheets slip off his worshipper's back as he makes his way down, his tongue joining in on the prayers the further he travels. Regulus is limp against the pillows, turning his head to breathe in the scent of two boys sharing a bed. The musk of overheating in the dead of night and sleeping skin-to-skin.

“What’re you doing down there?” Regulus chided.

“Nothing.” The mop of brunette between his thighs mumbled against his underwear, dragging himself halfway off the bed bringing Regulus with him, and throwing a thigh over each shoulder. He dared lower, bending his neck to get eye-level with his center, dragging his tongue dryly over him and the fabric.

“Rem–” He throws a hand down into those now air-dried waves of chestnut, mussed with a good night's sleep. Sometime after their joint shower, and after a half-asleep make-out session they’d both lost their shirts, making it blatantly obvious when Regulus’s nipples hardened at the exposure and sensations amplified by his whirl of emotions. His compass was all out of sorts but began to steer him in one clear direction. Out of the choppy waters of his nightmare and towards the placid stream of pleasure by which Remus offered refuge.

“If only there was more time…” That was the issue wasn’t it, the constraints of responsibilities and reality, Remus didn’t heed his advice though, only kissing his way further down until Regulus was kicking his face away in a fit of giggles. “Coffee?”

“Is that even a question?” Regulus props his head up with a hand and watches the other boy intently, not having to move a muscle as Remus delivers his coffee to the bed. No wonder Sirius seemed to love it here, this was better than any of the resorts they went to as kids.

Are you a banned book? “What is–” He turned the mug bestowed upon him around to read the other side. Because you’re on fire. “How many of these do you have?!” Regulus chortles.

“I’m actually running out of new ones to give you,” Remus answers through the foamy toothpaste in his mouth, having already pulled on an undershirt and flannel, today's jeans look practically sun-bleached on the tops of the thighs. There’s always been something about a blue-collar boy that turned Regulus on, and he thinks he’s making it plainly obvious from over the rim of his mug. “Stop lookin’ at me like that, or I’ll forget I have to return you.”

“Oh, please do.” His eyes roll back under their lids when he gets a minty kiss, stubbly chin still wet. He’s back to that fuzzy headspace he’d discovered last night, his nightmare is long forgotten by the time he’s buckling his seat belt and playing one of his favorite songs for Remus. Morrisey laments about a man not being able to cure his ails, he begs to differ.

He sings along all the way home, past the gates, and down his street. The boy in the driver’s seat looks over while Regulus collects his things, pouting at his unfortunate departure, he doesn’t notice the widening of his eyes as he looks ahead.

“So, I was thinking–”

“Keep. Driving.”

And God bless Remus Lupin for not asking any questions, and not slowing down or speeding up suspiciously when they pass his house. He keeps his attention ahead while his passenger drops in his seat, only taking a peek once he is sure they’ve cleared his house. His mother in the driveway would have been the type to recognize him through the tint of the window, he’d be shocked if she didn’t mention the loud truck tearing through the early-morning silence to his father.

“Your parents.”

“–Are home early.” His voice remains flat, but his extremities have gone numb, they weren’t supposed to be back until later today while he was at school. They wouldn’t go up to his room to greet him, under the impression that he was still asleep, it being much too early for him to be getting ready for school.

Remus laughs lightly despite the situation, which does nothing to ease his nerves.

“What the fuck am I going to do?” He groans to himself, tossing his head back onto the seat in defeat. What could he possibly tell his parents he was doing out of the house and getting dropped off by an older boy in the wee hours of a Tuesday morning? He was as good as dead.

“Sneak in.”

“You know I can’t!” He snaps, gesticulating exasperatedly with his hands in blades. Remus doesn’t care for his attitude, sucking his teeth at it as he pulls out his phone.

“But you know somebody who can.”

“No. Please, I can’t.”

“You got any other ideas?” It was too late he was already tapping through his favorite contacts and rounding the block for somewhere to stall.

“Yes! Dying!”

“C’mon, it’s probably not even that hard. Sirius did it like, every night.”

“I’m going to die. I am going to actually die.”

“Reeelax.” He almost lunges at Remus.

“Who’s going to die?”

He points his front-facing camera to the passenger seat, revealing his brother on the screen who looks to be lounging in his dorm, shirtless and fully double-chinning it on his bed. “Your brother has something to ask you.” Why was he doing this? Regulus could strangle him with his bare hands right now, and it probably shows because Remus is wearing that grin that reads ‘go ahead’. So, he takes a deep breath in, only after fighting the urge to scream bloody murder into his sweater.

“Mom and Dad came home early, and I don’t know how to sneak in.” Remus turned the camera back to himself when Sirius burst into boisterous laughter.

“Classic.” He shook his head, laughing along with Sirius and addressing him as if Regulus wasn’t sitting two feet beside him.

Regulus is so glad that this is so amusing to everyone, he grabs the phone, leaving only himself in view. “What do I do?” He rubs at his temples, stressing over the idea of what cutting words his mother will have at the ready for her harlot spawn.

“First of all, what are you doing sleeping over at Chateau de Lupin, huh?” Sirius grins not sounding mad in the slightest and sitting up in his bed now that this was starting to get good.

“Noth–”

“Same shit you come over to do, drink my coffee and take my–”

“Remus!” He reprimands the man off camera, making the two older boys laugh eerily similar.

“It’s easy, Reg. Go in through the side, and that first window is the one behind Mom and Dad’s bed, so you need to duck. Then, get on top of the trashcan. My window should be open, it pretty much always is.”

“So that’s how that works.” Remus rubs his chin, tongue caught between his teeth as he studies Regulus’s pretty pinched features.

“A magician never reveals his secrets.”

“What if I get caught?”

“You won’t, after trips, Mom takes her sleeping pill and won’t hear a thing. If Dad’s asleep, you’ll hear the snores through the damn window.” Sirius is tearing open a pack of chips like this is prime-time television.

With only that instruction to go off, Regulus commits all of it to memory having no time to waste as Remus crawls back towards his house.

“You got this; you’ll be a pro like me in no time.” The words of affirmation do help fill the vacuous black hole in his stomach, Regulus’s doom not seeming as certain anymore. “You know, it’s funny you called, I just had a dream about you.” He moves on, unaware that his little brothers’ legs still felt like they were made of reluctant jelly.

“I dreamt about you, too.”

“Really? What about?”

“Nothing–I don’t remember–I just miss you.”

“I miss you more.”

“Alright, you ready?” Remus breaks him out of the conversation, letting the brothers have their moment via his phone while he pulls up three or four houses down from the Black residence.

“I love you, Reg. Take care of my moons for me!”

“Love you, Siri.” He hands the phone back to Remus, tightening his bookbag onto his back and trying to find his strength. Tears flood the back of his throat, and his hands shake as he does so.

“I’ll call you later, baby.”

“Don’t have too much fun without me!” Sirius blows kisses through the phone while Regulus tries to wrap his head around Remus using the same affectionate term he’d used for him last night. Why didn’t it occur to him that it would be something that happened? Some kind of overlap between the brothers was to be expected, what he didn’t expect was for Remus to blow a kiss back. After hanging up and pocketing his phone he looks over at his sullen passenger, vibrating with anxiety.

“You heard your brother. Text me when you’re inside, and text him too. I think he’d be prouder of you for doing this than if you got into Harvard.” Remus took his face into his hands, melting layers of Regulus away with a firm and secure kiss, seemingly transferring burden onto himself the longer they pressed their lips together. “Go.” And he does.

He’s walking down the sidewalk, his parents having already unloaded and gone back inside. Remus’s truck passes by him and disappears into the distance, officially leaving him on this solo mission.

The side gate has a simple latch, and he lifts some of the weight off its hinges just in case the door wants to squeak. Which it doesn’t, the silver bolts holding it to its frame seem greasy and tracked with oxidized drips from somebody maintaining it that way.

Before entering the view of the window he was warned about, he ducks well past its scope, crawling on the floor with one hand on the wall and making sure you couldn’t see even a single hair on his head; and Sirius was right, Orion Black could be heard snoring like a bear through the glass. Once he’s cleared the window he’s tiptoeing over to the trashcans, assuming Sirius was talking about climbing the tallest one with the thick top instead of the recycling. He’s sure if the thing wasn’t black, you’d see the years of scuff marks on the lid.

This is where the plan is better suited for somebody of a taller stature, but he decides he won’t let all those years of being forced to go to dance and gymnastics go to waste. Once he’s standing upright on it, finding it only slightly wobbly, he’s eye level with the lip of Sirius’s bedroom window. It pushes to the side with ease, quiet, and light on its track. He notices this might be the only window in the house without a mesh screen, his brother is too good at being bad, hats off.

He dangles the shed bookbag on his fingers to set it gently on the floor inside and then secures his grip on the ledge, pulling himself up when his elbows are hooked inside. One leg at a time he straddles the inside and out of the house, two stories high and breathing heavy. He smiles, the house is silent below him save for his father. Perfect.

Making sure to leave the window open he scurries across the hall to his room and shuts the door. Absolutely in awe of himself but still waiting for the other shoe to drop. It doesn’t.

When he pulls his phone out to alert his mentors in mischief he finds a message waiting for him already.

Siri: Not as hard as it sounds right ? ;)

Notes:

He did it! What will reggie get himself into next ;)

Chapter 6: Tourniquet

Summary:

“I want you to fuck me–I need you to fuck me. And hard.”

“You sure?”

“Stop asking and start fucking taking.”

Notes:

TW: AFAB Terminology, feminization, vaginal sex, slapping, spanking

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“Don’t you want to wait until Evan gets here?” Regulus draws back, which makes Barty groan at his tenth question since they got up to his room. The Crouches were out for the night, leaving the house empty and unlit save for their teenage son’s room which is brightened by some frankly cheesy mood lighting. Modernized lava lamps were so out.

“He’ll be fine, plus, imagine his face when he walks in on us.” He dives back in for Regulus’s lips shushing his worrying with a dizzying kiss. It’s rough, enjoyable for the most part because he didn’t have to think, Barty was doing most of the kissing since Regulus has found himself under the taller boy. His bed sheets are undone on one corner, exposing the scratchy top of his mattress the same way his midriff is when his shirt is nosed upward. Wet touches of lips crawl upwards higher and higher until they reach the nude hem of his binder.

“Shirt stays on.” It’s not a question.

“Alright, alright.”

He doesn’t appreciate the tone, but his mouth and hands retreat, and he’s skipping his chest altogether to slobber at his neck. Remus is leagues more skilled at this. He pushes the thought away while he literally has another boy sucking a mark above his collarbone.

“No marks either.” And Barty only growls reluctantly as he releases the skin he’d sucked into his mouth. For some inexplicable reason he didn’t want Remus to see the marks, and to know that he’d gone and sought pleasure everywhere. He didn’t talk about it with him, they weren’t together in the slightest. If he didn’t belong to Remus, why did he feel so strongly as such?

This felt wrong, more wrong than it did when he was sitting up on the bathroom counter and a far cry from when he and Evan were drunk. He was dead sober this time and he could feel every unskilled bite, and the too harsh grip. Bruised knuckles grazed his sides and they weren’t the work-weathered palms of his other fling, Barty’s scabbed-over cuts caught on his skin scratchily. Fingers dug into the tender part of his ribs and stomach instead of the notches of his hipbones and crescents of his waist. They seemed to be carved out for Remus’s dumb freakishly strong hands. His big, sweet, stupid, Frankenstein’s monster. His.

“Stop.”

Barty literally throws his hands up like a cop had just told him to freeze.

“Thanks. I’m sorry, I just–” Keep comparing you to the boy who reached into my body and stole my soul with his fingers and cheesy coffee mugs? Yeah, that’ll go over well. “How do I explain this?”

“That time of the month?” Barty smirks, crossing his arms while he stays knelt between Regulus’s legs, who is lounging back on his flat pillows like this is just how friends talk about their boy problems.

“No! Fuck.” He stares up at the roof, twirling a strand of hair and tugging at it to help gather his thoughts. “You know Remus? Lupin?”

“The one from your brother’s little group of friends.” Barty sits back on his heels, giving Regulus space to prop himself up on the headboard, the promise of gossip aiding in keeping his attention.

“Yes, so he was the one who Sirius sent to pick me up last Friday, and we may or may not have…”

“You fucked your brothers’ best friend!? Oh, that’s good.” He smirks, his tongue poking from between his teeth.

“Well, we didn’t have sex exactly.” A beat passes and Barty watches him avert his eyes. “Yet.”

“Yet? Do go on.”

“You see, I love you and Evan as friends. I think you guys are great! But now I just can’t get him out of my head.” He sighs, rolling his head to the heavens and closing his eyes. “He’s not my boyfriend or nothing, I just, really like how he makes me feel. He’s like a character crawled out of my laptop to haunt me.”

“And ruin sex with anybody else apparently. Well, who would’ve thought? Regulus Black, pure as virgin snow, likes them older.” Barty’s hands return to his waist, but it feels more like friendly soothing this time. “Look, I get it. When me and Evan started hooking up, I would try to do things with other people, but it just felt wrong, I guess. I thought I lost my edge, but it turns out I just needed to be sure he was mine and I was his first. Also, I got a thing for watching.”

“Fucking cuck.” Regulus chuckles in place of responding to his friend’s genuine advice. “But I don’t want anybody else. And I don’t know how he feels about watching–” He failed to mention to Barty that his brother is Remus’s only other partner. “It doesn’t make sense.”

“I think you need him to fuck some sense into you.” Barty once again drives right into the root of Regulus’s problems and lays it out in that crude manner only he can make seem like a revelation.

“You’re not mad?” Regulus raises an eyebrow, pouting his lips in disbelief.

“Why would I be mad? You’re not my boyfriend, and I like instigating, what’s there to be mad about?” This makes the smaller boy laugh through his nose, because why was he even worried? “Now, where does this guy and his magic penis live?”

“I don’t know even know his address but, I can tell you how to get there?”

“Let’s go, I’m tired of all this mopey shit. You’re getting laid.” Barty rights his shirt for him and pulls him off his bed. “And you better show me what you write afterward, you owe it to me.”

“I’ll dedicate it to you if you can get me up his driveway.”

“Is that a challenge, Black?” He had no idea what he was in for as he grabbed his keys off the dresser and led Regulus out, when they opened the door, they came face to face with Evan and his raised fist about to knock on the door.

“Where are we going?” He tilts his head, not even questioning the two caught rushing out the door. Barty only grabs his hand, whirling him around and opening the passenger door for him, he doesn’t let go of his hand as he steps in gracefully. Before he shuts the door, he leans in to kiss his boyfriend. Regulus gets in the back and watches the interaction as he buckles up.

“We’re taking Regulus to his sneaky link’s house, so he can pull the stick out of his ass and replace it with his dick,” Barty explains, shifting gears and saddling up for the shenanigans to ensue. Evan doesn’t react to his boyfriend’s vulgarity anymore nor Regulus’s grumblings.

“I don’t have a stick up my ass…”

“Oh, that’s wonderful, Reg. Should we stop for condoms?”

 

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Regulus wished he was in the car for when Barty and Evan had to go downhill and back down Remus’s death trap of a driveway, but he had other matters to attend to. Like knocking on his trailer door and explaining how he had inexplicably shown up to intrude on yet another one of his weekends. They’d been lightly texting all week since Monday, and he gave no indication that he’d be showing up. He wasn’t even sure if he was home when Barty set off in the direction Regulus vaguely recognized as the right way to his selfish desires. The orange lighting of his miscellaneous lamps spilling out from the open windows, the music floating through the dark property, and most importantly his truck parked by the door gave him all the information he needed. Remus must not get many visitors, because when he knocked he could hear the trailer go bump with the man inside startling and coming to cautiously peek out a window. Then came a confused sound and the locks sliding out of place.

“How the hell did you get here?” He was still holding whatever book he was reading, shirtless to his delight, and plaid pajama pants slung low on his hips. If Regulus had to guess, there was not a damn shred of underwear under those, and he didn’t have to guess.

“I walked.” Regulus said sarcastically, making Remus look over his head for what vehicle he could have taken, but he was smarter than to let Barty pull up all the way. Where’s the air of mystery in that? Regulus let himself in, kicking off his shoes and standing before his conquest defiantly. Coming on business and pleasure he scanned the lazy sight of Remus and all his scars on display. Farm equipment accident as a kid, he never went into more detail.

“No, please come in.” Remus lamented even though he was locking the door behind his intruder anyway. “You gotta’ thing for wearing your brother's clothes or somethin’? Got me seeing ghosts.” He grumbles taking in Regulus’s outfit. Originally curated for a night spent sandwiched between Barty and Evan at their pretensive sleepover; an uncharacteristic tank top and sweatpants. “Those were mine at one point, you know?”

“You can have them back if it’s so much of an issue.” He says that in place of alluding he takes them off of him.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, little Black?” They’re still by the door, and Remus closes in on him, giving him no choice but to flatten himself against the door. The sigh he lets out when Remus throws the book carelessly behind him onto the couch and drops his long arms to catch him by the hips fixes about half of the problems he’s been suffering from all week. Most of them involve not being able to pay attention in class because he can’t stop thinking about the ease with which his body gives into Remus’s absentminded touching.

“I was bored.” He was plotting to jump his bones with his two equally degenerate friends. “And don’t call me that.”

“Baby Black, then?”

“That’s even worse.”

“Christ, you’re a bigger brat than your brother.” Remus shoves his hips back against the door as if touching him disgusts him, making Regulus gasp. But the crooked smile he gives when he backs off and returns to his corner of the couch gives him all away. “What am I supposed to do about you being bored? Huh?”  

Regulus pushes off the door, keeping his eyes locked on his target. The pep talk he received from the driver and passenger of his ride here did wonders for his confidence, he can tell Remus is just as enthralled by his appearance as Regulus is to be here after a long week of fantasizing about what could have been. If he had just pushed Remus a little further. This time he’d get him to break, he seemed to have caught him in a good mood for it because Remus leaned back and threw an arm over the back of the couch, watching and waiting to see what Regulus did next. Standing at the center of the trailer and with his hands clasped behind his back he rolls his eyes around his humble abode, so damn charming, just like everything else about him. Regulus felt like tearing a piece out of him with his teeth after five long days of writing about every which way he’d do it. He vaguely recognizes the music he’s playing off his phone, he never took Remus for a post-punk guy, but Remus also never ceases to surprise him.

“What’re you reading?” He ignores the question, still gliding forward while Remus wipes a hand over his mouth. He was trying to keep his jaw off the floor at the sway of his hips and Regulus’s palpable audacity. He sighs like he’s totally not enjoying being attacked in his own home.

“Some…” Remus glances over at the book, lying open on its spine with its pages sticking straight up messily, completely abandoned. “I forgot. Come here.” He pats his lap, ready for his assailant to cut to the chase.

Regulus complies all too happily but still takes his time making his way over to lower himself slowly onto one of his thighs, perched far from where he’s sure Remus expected him to seat himself. He quickly fixes that by pulling him deeper onto the couch with him, Regulus loved that he didn’t need words with him, he spent enough time worrying over those on a regular day-to-day basis. But he also hates that Remus doesn’t fall for any of his tricks or allows himself to be teased because it’s just so easy for him to take what he wants.

“Can I have some?” Regulus throws his chin in the direction of the coffee on the far table.

“Go get some.”

“I want yours.”

Remus hovers close to his face, studying the impassive but intense look on Regulus’s face before chuckling in awe and reaching over with the boy still in his lap. He almost melts when Remus tips some back into his mouth for him, it’s still warm from having been poured, and it’s much more bitter than he’d ever take it but it’s Remus’s, so it’s the best thing he’s had all day. Now they’ll taste the same, save for the cigarette he can smell clinging to his hair and breath.

“Wanna’ tell me what this is all about?” He groans as he leans over to place it back on the end table, the arm wrapped around his waist encourages Regulus to throw his around his neck. The bare skin of his arms warmed by his shoulders, the simple contact drives him crazy, out of his mind enough to open his palms against his biceps and squeeze only lightly. Remus looks at his hands from the sides of his eyes, the side of his lips quirking as he realizes just where this is going. Regulus chooses a line he’s sure will get his point across.

“I need something to write about.”

“You’ve got plenty of inspiration on that bookshelf right there.” His eyes don’t leave Regulus’s face, dropping to his lips and back up, obviously bluffing.

“Not in the mood to read today. Let’s say I’m a kinesthetic learner.”

“Are you? Or are we just saying that?” Remus sits up, brushing his lips on the peak of his cheek, “I need you to say it, Regulus. Go on, ask for it.”

Regulus shivers, turning his face to chase the promise on Remus’s lips. These things are so much easier to write than to say out loud.

“I need you,”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, sweetheart.” He says barely in a whisper, shaking his head slightly like Regulus was some kind of child looking to get into something he shouldn’t. Fingers are testing at the hem of his shirt, waiting for that seal of permission and waiting to be given a reason to take him apart so skillfully. It’s so painful, being on the very precipice of everything he’s ever wanted, and being made to ask for his doom politely.

“Remus.” Regulus snaps him out of his wistful musings against his cupid’s bow, grabbing the older boy by his cheeks with one hand and making sure he can see the blowing of his pupils when he proclaims; “I want you to fuck me–I need you to fuck me. And hard.”

“You sure?”

“Stop asking and start fucking taking.” Regulus finds that he can growl low and deadly when the words come out of him like a person possessed. Remus jerks his face out of his grip and dives for his lips, knocking their foreheads and teeth together viscerally, just like Regulus wanted. He wanted Remus to break him, only because he knew that he could make him whole and new again afterwards. He felt safe and secure in his destruction and craved it like he needed air to breathe.

Remus doesn’t wait to take his shirt and binder in one go with the hooks of his fingers, scratching on their way up and leaving Regulus shell-shocked on his lap. “Just remember you asked for this.” And Regulus nods desperately, stripped of his top and any self-preservation he had left. “Safeword?”

He thinks while he’s kissed all over his neck and shoulders, hoping he leaves marks, trophies, any sign for later that this wasn’t a dream. With his eyes open and mouth unoccupied now he looks around the room, falling on the bookshelf beside them. Gasping when Remus sucks one of his nipples and the little bit of fat there into his mouth, it slips off his tongue, sealing his fate and finalizing the contract that was to see his ruining.

“Crucible.”

“I can work with that.” He mutters against his sternum before repeating the same process on the other side of his chest, circling the bud in his mouth and letting his hands roam with a crazed pressure like he could mold Regulus to his liking.

After gripping his thighs until Regulus yelped behind his closed lips he slid an arm under his knees and walked them over to his unmade bed, dropping the boy in the center without any care or skill before dragging him back to him. His hair and arms are left pulled up with the force of it and their centers meet, Remus’s cock making its interest known through the thin flannel fabric of his pants. He’s about to reach for it, drag his open palm over the bulge but his wrists are crossed and pinned to the bed.

“You are going to make me an early grave.” Remus spits over him like it hurts to see Regulus looking up at him so sweetly despite the treatment. He hisses when ankles lock around him and thin hips cant upwards and drag over him. Fed up he kneels onto the bed, forcing Regulus’s legs towards his chest with him and he licks into his mouth like a starving man between the parting, not caring if his weight was pressing Regulus into his mattress and stealing his breath.

Regulus grinds upwards the best he can, feeling more of a man than he ever has when their chests press together and they groan into each other's mouths at the friction. They’re so close, the only thing keeping them from true indecency being three little inanimate obstacles.

“Pants. Off.” The boy underneath him says between the locking of their lips.

“Yours or mine?” He laughs against his lips, just fucking with Regulus at this point. He’d rather he actually fucked him.

“Both! Fuck.” And he expects Remus to go for his first, but he doesn’t expect the level of ferocity he does it with, tearing down his last articles of clothing all in one bunch and tossing them somewhere on the floor. Then he’s back between his legs ruining the front of his pants with Regulus’s slick. He reaches a hand down to test for himself, sliding two fingers in so easily that it makes the smaller boy lurch in surprise when they curl without warning. His whole body lights up, stiffening under him while his face melts, but he has no other choice but to whine into the hot cavern of Remus’s mouth.

He’s relentless with the hand between Regulus’s legs, pulling at every string he needs to to make him flutter and clench around his fingers. “More.” Is all he knows he needs right now.

“Spoiled brats.” Remus pulls out his fingers only to replace them with an extra one, twisting his wrist and making Regulus push up on the grip around his wrists. They don’t get an inch off the bed before they’re slammed back down. “Keep those there until I decide you’re ready.” And Regulus can only gulp and nod with his eyes closed.

Remus dips down, leaving his top half exposed to the emptiness of the room and the cool air from the outside coming in. His world tips on its axis when Remus’s rough and hot tongue licks from his hole to where coarse little hairs begin to bloom and both of them are moaning like they’d felt the sensation in tandem. It gets his wetness all over him, drying cold and dirty, Remus’s saliva spreading with every stripe he makes over his cunt. The sensation is brand new to him, it has his head spinning, trying to be in the moment while trying to remember this moment to keep forever all at once. He forgets all about it when his clit is circled and sucked into Remus’s mouth.

“That feels–so fucking–good.” He spits out brokenly, his brain not able to keep up with what word would make sense after the other. Not when his abdomen is baring down and trapping Remus’s three fingers inside of him while he mouths at the most sensitive part of his body. His body tightens so much he hardly has room for air, let alone the capacity to state anything but the obvious. There wasn’t a problem keeping his hands over his head until Remus decided to dig his face between his legs, now all he wanted to do was pull the hair out of his face for him so he can watch himself fuck up into his mouth.

He tested the driving of his hips instead, getting himself all over the other boy's chin and his nose, making him breathe raggedly. Remus looked solely concentrated on the devouring of Regulus, every fluid, sound, and twitch of him feeding the fire within and making them burn up with insanity. Planting his feet on either side of his body, Regulus lifted his hips clean off the bed letting Remus fuck his fingers up into him in a way that had his eyes rolling back.

Remus was making noises against the fleshy velveteen parts of him that vibrated his very core, and he was gripping the sheets harder with every swirl of his tongue and every twist of his fingers inside of him. If he arched his back he could practically seat himself on his face, and that drew out a moan he was sure scared the animals around the property enough to flee deeper into the woods. He found out just how close he was when he opened his eyes and looked down, mouth open in wordless praise, strained whines that were too high pitched for comfort but he couldn’t help it when he saw the man working diligently between his legs. Stuffing him full and driving every ounce of strength into his back walls, pressing deep into his body and sucking him off like he’d stop breathing without Regulus’s cock.

With his free hand, he pressed him back down between his hip bones, drawing cut off Ah, Ah, Ah’s from Regulus when it started to make deep circles. Remus was sent by Satan, surely to damn Regulus along with him with his tricks.

The tops of his cheeks tingle, his mouth falls open, and his eyes are screwed shut as he stargazes behind his lids. He can’t make out any of them as they burst into supernovas and disappear before he can make sense of any of them like fireworks. Without his knowledge, his hips begin to push and pull into circles too, and he’s totally consumed by the pursuit of pleasure, toes curling along with his fingers in the sheets and his own hair. He pulses wildly against Remus’s mouth; he can feel the violent spasms around his fingers and the plush parting of his lips around him.

There was no brain capacity left amongst the mind-blowing pleasure to alert Remus that he was approaching his end faster than he could do anything about it. If he needed to ask for permission, he’d happily deal with the consequences but there was no going back now as he was speaking in tongues, Remus spelling his prayers against his clit and groaning with the effort of his muscles desperately trying to keep moving his fingers inside of him despite his tightening, and damnation was certain because Remus managed to speed up despite it all.

Regulus didn’t need to announce it, or even warn Remus of what was about to happen because his head was thrown back as a sob ripped through him. A shockwave sent up from his pussy and forced up his throat as he cried dryly, choking on the orgasm that had his heels digging in between Remus’s shoulder blades. He sounded like he was coming apart at all of his virgin stitches, innocent whines becoming deflowered manly groans from deep in his chest as he heaved. His eyes were open but he couldn’t really see, not while Remus was lapping between his legs wildly while he wet himself all over again. He could almost see him in his mind’s eye with the pleased noises he made like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted, his face stuffed into his meal sloppily with the drive of his hips upward and the clenching of thighs muting the world around him. Everything about Regulus became taut before he fell limp, gasps of air coming out with spent little whimpers.

Remus finally came up for air, shiny from the nose down, and tongue still hanging out against him as he rode out the last twitches of his life-changing orgasm. He looked like a God wearing Regulus’s legs around his neck. Regulus looks down at him like he’s just come to, and he doesn’t know what this gorgeous man is doing between his legs, Remus looks at him just as dazed.

“Why’d you make me cum?” He whines, not meaning to sound so disappointed. Because he thinks he’s just found the answer to some of Earth’s eternal mysteries on Remus’s tongue. And he’s never had somebody laugh against his cunt, but it has him falling back onto the bed with a short whine.

His head rolls to the side, sweat accumulating over his brow where hair sticks to it. He’s barely conscious of Remus grabbing behind one of his knees and pushing it up to meet his shoulder. Then his face is righted, and he’s tasting his own spend in his mouth, mineral and metallic, distinctly his and Remus’s spit. He laps it up greedily until he’s pulled back.

“Because it’s gonna’ make this feel a whole lot better.” And he’s reaching down where he can’t see and kicking down his pants. “Let me see your face.” It’s not a question, his mouth opens with the force of his fingers, and his tongue is falling out like he’s seen porn stars do, it triggers the precise reaction he meant to garner, and frothy spit lands coldly on his tongue, and around his face. The moan he lets out is simply his twisted natural reaction. He makes a show of swallowing, bringing a look of shocked satisfaction to the face of the man crushing him, pushing his own leg into his body.

There’s no way to prepare himself for the feeling of Remus prodding at his entrance, unseen and foreign, it makes his throat bob with nerves swallowed. And with no resistance, he slides home. He’s never said Fuck so many times in succession, clinging on to his sanity and failing miserably as it pours out the open windows with his brand new level of loud moans. His mouth is perpetually open now and spilling curses, pleadings, and incoherent names. He can’t keep up with what to even call Remus anymore not when he just keeps giving him more. There was no bottoming out in this position, just filling Regulus until he was forcing himself against the drop of his cervix. He did it, he fucking did it. He thinks deliriously.

“Holy shit.” Remus pulls him back to the surface with the sound of his voice, having watched the entire unraveling in Regulus’s face. Those transparent eyes rolling back, his lips and teeth framing the O his mouth made, the flutter of his dark lashes. “You were made for me, pretty boy.” Remus bruises pale untouched skin with his grip, forcing a bit more of himself in when his hips buck forward. “Feel how tight you are?”

“Uh-huh.” Frankly, Regulus was trying to focus on the stark reality of their hips connecting, his head stuck somewhere far up above the trees. Air is forced from his lungs when Remus moves, pulls out shallowly, and fucks back in, making space and then immediately reclaiming it. That’s when everything clicks into place, both of them make a noise like they’d just been shot, an arrow spearing them both and connecting their bodies. And Regulus is the one pinned to the mattress with it, head thrown back and arms splaying out as if crucified by the pleasure claiming his body.

Remus pushes himself up and takes his other leg into his hand, seemingly gathering himself much faster than Regulus ever could, or plans to. With a leg thrown over each shoulder, he begins to show Regulus what he’s been missing all his life, and that’s Remus Lupins cock slamming into him with a calculated sort of reckless abandon.

“This what you wanted?” It was mean, he knew Regulus couldn’t answer between the sobs punched out of him while he dissected him neatly. The force of his thrusts was jostling Regulus lewdly, making him flash his bottom teeth when he grits them at the feeling of Remus bringing him back and forth like a weightless toy. Pushing his legs together and making his hole a tight pocket for him to stretch and ruin, leaving him no space between his thighs and no time for coherent thought. This is exactly what he wanted. He didn’t know how he knew, but this was precisely what his body and mind needed so desperately. There wasn’t a single thought in his head that did not pertain to how good he felt right now.

And there wasn’t a need for thought, not when the man taking you apart piece by piece had the strength to flip you onto your stomach and show you what the big deal about this position is. He’s left to bare his holes to Remus in the center of his bed, and he has not one qualm, let Remus look at his most intimate parts, the shame he’s supposed to feel only serves to make his cunt drool with the exposure. What he does know he’s supposed to do is lift his hips for Remus, and present himself like an animal in heat for the taking. The arch of his back screams that he needs to be treated like one.

This earns him to be caught by the waist and lashed on one side of his ass, and a mewl of surprise leaves him. He can feel the angry red handprint rising from underneath his skin, branding him a filthy masochist.

“Patience, slut.” Remus grumbles and spanks him properly this time before continuing, gliding the head of his cock between his folds before settling right back in. Now, Regulus feels every sanctified inch of him.

“Oh, God! Rem–Daddy–Yes, yes, yes.” The condescending chuckle behind him when Remus slams the last of himself in is intoxicating, making Regulus cry out from the humiliation of his uncensored euphoria.

Remus leans down momentarily, using the time it takes to promise one thing to Regulus to get a good handful of the sweaty curls atop his head and rear his head back. “God stopped listening to us a long time ago, baby.”

And with that he was moving his hips expertly, to ruin any remaining shred of decency they had between the two of them. Any regard for the state and well-being of Regulus’s cunt–and dignity–was lost when he felt just how skilled Remus was at keeping his face off the sheets while he made a lunette of Regulus’s lithe back. Now the sound of skin slapping was louder than the music playing from fucking somewhere in the room, and the sounds they made between the two of them were downright obscene.

Regulus with his cries in the throes of pure concentrated pleasure, and Remus with his heavy breathing and dirty words between all the praise.

“Look how well you take me.”

“Fuck, how can somebody be such a good whore their first time? Huh? Is this how you imagined it?”

“You’re such a pretty little mess.”

“Next time, I’m gonna’ fuck you here. Like a boy.”

“You’d like that, won’t you, princess?”

He couldn’t keep up, couldn’t retain all of the new information. All he knew was that his hole was loving every second of this new form of attention and that he was becoming painfully, blissfully aware of the delicious swell at the middle of Remus’s length. Add insatiable size queen to his ongoing list of titles.

“Please Sir, faster.”

He expected some sort of rise out of him but he doesn’t expect the deliberate use of such a charged title to have his shoulder blades pinned down while he gets the intelligence drained from behind his eyes, it sends Remus into some sort of animalistic frenzy that has dark spots of drool appearing where Regulus is biting his sheets, trying not to scream at the overstimulation and the cramping in his lower back. He just didn’t know what was good for him he supposes, he whines when he’s hauled up to the firm and damp chest behind him, and his hands are scrambling up for the heavens, he finds it in clouds of brunette. A doped-up smile spreads across his face when his face is grabbed and shaken around, he’s slapped so bluntly he feels it in his teeth.

“Sound just like him.” He hissed venomously into his ear. Remus need not specify to make Regulus bloom with a moan and begin to aid in spearing himself on his cock by throwing his ass up and back. Regulus’s pussy throbbed; the conjoined noise they made signified how deep, and so very far past salvation they really were. Twin flames just burning up with unbridled sin, it made goosebumps sizzle underneath the skin of his arms and the tops of his thighs. They were just relishing in depravity now, too lost to help the other.

He’s shoved onto his face again, Remus slipping out of him to his dismay, and he can hear and feel him get off the bed. Unseeing, he’s grabbed by the tops of his arms while they remained behind his back, pulled up and off the bed with a pinch between his shoulders. Then he recognizes them heading to the couch, Remus taking his seat first before he’s turned around between his spread legs, he knows what comes next.

Mounting Remus floppily with a knee on either side of his body he hovers over his cock, guided back into his hole by one hand at its base. When it’s past his entrance he’s slammed down onto it, almost uncomfortably so. He’s taking Remus past his limits, he knows it because now it hurts just shy of too much. Two hands around his waist chase purely selfish desires, never mind the yelps and unrestrained sobs wracking Regulus’s body now. Properly defaced, devalued, and debauched as he’s made to sit and do the one thing he’s been dreaming about for so long. Be stuffed full, and have his body no longer belong to him for a little while, and if there’s one thing he’s sure of, it’s that he’s lost all control. Against better judgment he rides back and forth on Remus, relishing the little bursts of pain mixing with the big lulls of pleasure.

“It hurts, Daddy,” He starts, but the tut from Remus’s tongue shuts him up quickly. With eyes half open, hazy, and crossed with cock drunkenness he catches on the older boy’s face, looking as lost in the darkness as he is. He’s made to shut up with an unforgiving kiss, and he bites down on the lips that are still reminiscent of his cunt to avoid making ugly wretched noises at the fill.

“You wanted it so bad, now you’re complaining?” Remus grinds up into him while holding him down, and it has him coughing with the way he’s choking up. His face locked in a grimace which Remus studied for any hesitance, he must not find any because he lifts the boy in his lap like a doll and raises his hips off the couch in hot pursuit before he shows Regulus just how talented he is as reaming his hips upwards into him.

“Too…Much…Shit, shit, shit.” All he could do was press his hands flat onto his pecs and realize that the way he was twitching was an indicator of something promising. Coming untouched.

“You’ve got a safeword.” Remus reminds him through his teeth, eyes locked on his cock sheathing itself between skinny hips and making a vulgar bulge.

Regulus only shakes his head with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Remus could stop now and save him a whole lot of pain tomorrow, but they both knew he was too far gone to do any of that right now. Both of them chased a similar goal, their muscles pleading to end the impromptu workout that was their little descent into madness.

“Remus,” He warns, intensely serious, surprising himself with how deep his voice could be and how close he’s gotten. A high pained noise leaves his counterpart, something genuine and soft despite all his mistreatment of Regulus’s body.

“I know, baby. Me too.” Remus nods, sweat leaving him in droplets that Regulus presses his lips to messily when he collapses against him, back arched and hole left open for the final string of merciless poundings he receives until he’s seizing tight, making Remus stop inside of him entirely as he finishes for a second time. His teeth make a ring of puncture wounds on his chest, his tongue pressing onto the skin past his teeth and his body wracking with choked-off noises. Anybody would think Remus had driven a knife into his stomach the way he writhes and wails. “Good fucking boy. Christ,” The older boy holds on to his last sane thought, probably the most important one now as he grips around his base once more and guides an almost limp Regulus off himself.

He slides the boy off the tops of his thighs and deposits him onto the floor between his legs. And Regulus, like the star he is, shining with sweat and schooled by dirty movies, his mouth is already open. His hands clasp behind his back on the shelf of his stuck out behind like he’s always wanted to do for somebody. Only somebody that deserved it. And Remus stroking himself to completion over his face is that moment, those virescent eyes like a stage spotlight all for him.

When his eyes widen, he can see the effect the innocent rounding of them has on Remus who throws his head back onto the couch and angles himself down Regulus’s nubile throat. Spurts paint him pearlescent, covering him in the moon and tainting the apples of his cheeks, the artist lifts his head to watch; an absolutely wrecked look on his face. And that made the soreness in every fiber of his being worth it, every curse spat down at him feeling like praises sung by a heavenly choir. Remus pants over him as his hand works every drop out and onto his face, hair, and chest. He doesn’t close his mouth until the cock before him gives its last kick.

For the grand finale, he disappears the spend on his tongue down his throat. He’s researched and written about this part so many times, and yet he still finds himself pleasantly surprised by the taste of Remus.

Oh, there’s still music playing, and the windows are open. It feels so nice on their fevered skin, nobody says a thing while they come out of their trance, they only breathe heavily with their eyes fallen closed. Regulus has his sticky cheek against Remus’s thigh, his chest rising and falling wildly until it finally gives way to normalcy once more. The older boy speaks first, picking his head up with a loopy grin.

“Write that in your little book.”

Regulus giggles–giggles–with cum on his face. “Thank you. That was…Everything I could have hoped for.” He speaks fluidly and low, sated and spent down to his bare bones.

Remus stands him up shakily, inspecting any damage done before walking him to the bathroom, and after a bit of protesting and insisting Regulus shower alone he leaves him with the shower running to warm. And when he gets in the shower, he becomes endlessly grateful for Remus’s intuition. He did in fact need the moment to himself; to wash between his legs without a care who’s watching, use all of the woody products on the shower’s shelf and properly lather up his hair and body, to comb his hair out in the foggy mirror, and use Remus’s toothbrush to get the Remus out of his mouth. Alone is when it all hit him that he finally got over the milestone, and Remus made it the most unforgettable experience possible. The dirty Regulus that got dropped into the bathroom is not the same squeaky-clean Regulus that pranced out naked and new.

He finds the bed all made up, the duvet righted and pulled back to invite them in, a shirt and underwear from Sirius’s drawer at the ready by the foot of it. Remus was nowhere to be found just from a quick scan, but if his nose was anything to go off, he could track the scent to the steps outside the front door. Barefoot and wet-haired he wraps his arms around himself, standing on the step Remus sits on while he smokes. He has a new pair of pants on, and he takes his eyes off the night sky to peer over his shoulder at a fresh Regulus. Legs still shaky and red from the hot water.

“How’re you feeling?” He asks the younger boy, running his free hand up the back of his calve.

“So good,” Regulus replies simply, taking a seat next to him and looking up too. Remus doesn’t need to ask what star he’s looking for when he looks behind them too, he visibly relaxes when he lays eyes on it and that’s when he looks forward and pays full attention to whatever’s going on. Just a habit he’s never broken.

“I’m glad, pretty boy. Nothing hurts too much?”

“Nope.” Remus turns his face to not get the smoke on Regulus, but the boy extends a hand to Remus’s and his surprise. “Give me,”

“Spoiled rotten.” He plants a kiss on his head as he passes the spiced cigarette, watching Regulus’s face as he fills his lungs.

“It’s not as bad as I thought.”

“Sex or the smoke?”

“Both.” Regulus smiles, passing it back.

“Please don’t tell me I gotta’ have you home.”

“Nah, my mom thinks I’m at Evan’s. She likes him for some reason.”

“That’s good because I think you took a little piece of my soul.”

“Me too…”

When they’re back inside, Regulus helps Remus go around shutting off lights and closing windows, a small smile on his face for the whole of it. He crawls into ‘his’ side of the bed while Remus disappears into the bathroom for a short while, only his bedside lamp left on in the trailer. His whole body melts into the mattress he was just railed into mercilessly, he’s the total opposite of what he was just an hour ago.

Remus comes back out after a minor washing up and wordlessly puts out the last light for miles finding Regulus’s back with his chest in the dark. An arm is thrown over his waist while another snakes under his pillow, meeting his in the process, and for the first time, they interlock fingers and tangle completely innocently. He can feel the smile on Remus’s lips when he presses them up his neck and down his back a few times, ending with a long one on the top of his spine.

“Night, baby.”

“Goodnight, Daddy.”

Notes:

THEy FinallY DiD IT!!!
Ignore the mistakes, no beta reader only bf
Let me know what ya'll think, this was very draining to write. Love yall and remember u deserve to be dicked down by a country boy, you are always worth it.

Chapter 7: Smitten With You

Summary:

Remus thought he didn't have space for one trinket more, so he makes space for a treasure instead.

Notes:

REMUS POV UNLOCKED
Dedicated to Ghost, Bruja, and Melissa; because you were right all along.

TW for my peeps who are not coming from the Moon, Sun, and Stars server...
-Starcest

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Regulus was a talented writer, wise beyond his years and full of salacious little nuances that drove Remus up the wall. He’d never give the boy an idea of just how see-through he was to him, at least not yet. Regulus seemed to enjoy thinking he was winning this game.

He would admit that he was cheating though, after being provided the script and screenplay how could he not indulge his favorite new plaything when he came knocking? The younger boy had felt comfortable enough to divulge that he was a writer, and more specifically of what genre he preferred, and Remus found it hard to keep a straight face. He didn’t think he’d give it up to him before he did to Sirius, but he supposed it made sense given the contents of his writing.

Remus knew the basics about Regulus’s hobby from the word of Sirius’s mouth, but seeing it was something else. This was a treasure trove.

It was an extensive scope of topics he found when he pressed the link Sirius sent him. All kinds of stories about servitude, taboo rendezvous, and campy romances. Little slices of Regulus’s deepest and darkest desires, ranging from modern-era meet-cutes to boyish damsels in distress locked up in their stone towers and fantasizing about a well-endowed savior bursting down their doors. And the writing, it was just downright compelling, he didn’t expect anything less from the mind of the orbiting observer.

“And he has no idea that you read this stuff?”

“He thinks I’m just another one of his fans. Which is honestly pretty cute. He replies to my comments more than we actually text.”

“You two are something else.” Leave it up to the Black brothers to have the most complicated way of connecting, one of them having no clue it was even a form of family bonding. But what about Sirius and Regulus Black was ever exactly normal? “How’d you even find this shit?”

“One day I walked into his room and he slammed his laptop shut.”

“So, you went snooping?” Remus rolled his eyes even though Sirius couldn’t see him on the other end.

“Duh. What if he was buying drugs off the dark web?” He sounded far away from the phone, echoey as he was in the bathroom of his dorm getting ready for a night on the town while Remus lay on his couch and stalked Regulus’s series of erotica. “Read his most recent one, I’m pretty sure it’s about you.”

Remus scrolled all the way up to a short story, posted just this afternoon; It’s raining in the big city, and the main character with nowhere else to go knocks on his brother's best friend's door seeking refuge from the downpour. Once inside, and with no way to repay him, he ends up face down-ass up in this near stranger’s bed.

“Thanks for the mention, how did that go over?”

“I think I drove him a little insane. Woke up with his mouth on my dick, had to teach him how to do it right.”

“Oh, that’s sweet. What’d you say about me?” Remus could practically see the conceited batting of his eyelashes.

“Just told him how much he sounds like you. He likes to play around with calling me Sir.”

“Hey! That’s only for me.”

“Share.” He grumbled absentmindedly while he read about this tall and strong man's rough hands.

“Sorry, you know I can get jealous.”

“Intimately.”

“Stop ignoring me to read my little brother’s fanfiction!”

“Well damn, you’re the one who sent it to me! This is good…”

“Isn’t it?” Sirius turns on a hair dryer on the other end. “My favorite is the one where they’re trying to be quiet ‘cause their mom is home. God, could you imagine?” He says between the ear-splitting whirring, yelling into the phone.

“Why the hell is this dedicated to Barty?” Remus mutters before he reads on.

He leaves the story that takes after his image and actions to seek out the one Sirius was talking about. It’s one of his longest ones, ongoing and chaptered, but it hadn’t been updated since Sirius left. Must be lacking inspiration he figures. The characters were unmistakably Sirius and Regulus, just blonde instead of dark-haired, way to throw people off the scent. He skimmed a few chapters, mundane day-to-day interactions made scandalous by the main character pining for any ounce of affection and sexual tension.

The protagonist stuffed his face into his older brothers’ clothes, detailed little brushes of skin when he handed him things, how he swore the other boy was thinking the same thing when he’d change in front of him. They were related after all, why wouldn’t he sit in the same dressing room while he shopped for boy’s clothes? Oh, now they’re fucking.

“Fuckin’ Regulus.”

“I know, right?” Sirius is back, the other end quiet again. Remus switches to a video call, and he answers it readily, propping up his camera somewhere and doing a spin for him on his screen. He’s wearing something smart, a white button-up loosened at the collar and a black trench coat with slacks that seemed to shine. His whole aura had a new hit of European flare, it suited him beautifully even if Remus missed his jeans and ratty T-shirts.

“Look gorgeous, Pup.”

“Thank you, Sir.” He flashed a grin while he meticulously pulled on all of his silver jewelry.

“So, what’re we gonna’ do about all this?” Remus watched, massaging one of his temples. He was more surprised by how tired Regulus left him than the situation at hand, really. This was just another day of dealing with the Black madness.

“Well, get as much information as you can out of him. See if this is all fantasy before I come back and fuck everything up.”

“From what I’m reading, I think he’s venting more than he is providing fan service.”

“Right?”

“You think this’ll fuck up you two’s relationship?”

“If I know Regulus, as his brother and his biggest fan, I know it’ll be this…Weird and beautiful act of perversion.”

“You’re starting to sound like him…”

“Fuck off. You’re a bigger pervert than either of us.”

“Says the one who's jerking off to his little brother’s smut.”

“Whatever…Daddy.”

“Watch it.”

“What! Just sharing like you told me to. I gotta’ go but do keep me updated. Don’t train him to do anything I don’t.” Sirius blows a kiss to the camera, which Remus returns subconsciously at this point of their separation. “I’ll always be the better one.” He fluffs his hair.

“We’ll see about that.” Remus smirks, which makes Sirius pout. “Bye, pretty boy. I love you and be safe.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go suck Regulus’s toes or something. Love you too.”

 

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As per Sirius’s request, Remus began a routine with Regulus. It consisted of picking him up from school on the days he’d purposefully miss the bus to hang back with his group of loveable delinquents, sometimes dropping him off at his house immediately or keeping him at his place when the Black parents were out. Regulus flew through homework so much faster when he had Remus looking over his shoulder to give his input, leaving them time to pick a book and cozy up. Sometimes Regulus would read, taking on this posh little voice Remus had fallen in love with, every other night it was Remus who read to him until he was interrupted by rhythmic deep breaths bordering on snores. Only a few times had Regulus brought his laptop to write in the comfort of the trailer.

Remus would watch from an opposite corner of his home–Regulus insisted he couldn’t see–while the boy fussed with a nail in his mouth between typing furiously. He had these clunky headphones that made him look like he was getting ready to land a plane, and all sorts of music leaked from them, he found out whatever music was playing coordinated with what story would be updated that night.

He’d get treats for all his hard work, be it for a new chapter or studying for a test he scoffed he’d pass anyway, his favorite was sitting on Remus’s face. Which he happily rewarded him with, his oral fixation went further than just cigarettes and coffee, he’d grown a taste for the boy’s sugar and mineral flavor. And all the sultry little noises that came with it. He never complained when Regulus would lift himself a little higher to hover over his tongue just to prolong the process a bit longer, Remus would stay under until he drowned in the boy.

Sirius was spoiled in this house, but Regulus spurred him on to a different level. Remus was a weak, weak man when it came to the younger boy and all his eccentricities. He thought he was intelligent and Sirius a gorgeous kind of peculiar, then Regulus started opening up about the thought process behind everything he does and that’s when he realized there wasn’t a thing Regulus did that was not painstakingly curated and intentional. He had this fleshly taste for the macabre, shocking, and erotic that intrigued Remus endlessly. Only if to please his self-serving desires.

Only it wasn’t, Remus was hopelessly enamored by him. In all his impish allure.

He became a second-class citizen in his own home by choice. If Regulus was lounging on his couch, he was at his feet kissing his way up and asking what he wanted to do, what he wanted to eat, what he wanted him to do.

Regulus had this finely made way of seeming so above everything even when he was in a sweater with holes with his hair askew. Something about his features made sure that his nobility was never lost on you, he joked one time that his resting bitch face is probably what kept him a virgin until recently.

He knew he’d officially gone soft for him when they found themselves at a bookstore one gray rainy day.

“It’s such a beautiful day.” Regulus smiled when he saw the muddy sky start to drizzle.

After flipping through the French fashion history books that seemed to weigh more than him, they’d passed by a stand of mugs. At first, Remus averted his eyes, reminding himself that he did not need one more ceramic mug clinking around. Then he stopped, Regulus having not seen him and continuing his perusal, Remus gave a small whistle which made the boy stop dead in his tracks and look back. He had space for one more ornate and beautiful thing in his life.

“Come pick one.”

Regulus walked closer; eyebrows drawn together in confusion. When he saw the small shelf filled with those same silly mugs that filled Remus’s cupboard his face lit up like Remus had never seen.

“Really?!” He said excitedly, and Remus thinks this is about to be the best ten bucks he’s ever spent in his life.

“Yep. Sirius has this one already.” He pointed at the black one with the Leo constellation and a lion illustrated around the lines on it, which made his little lover’s face light up, clutching the book he’d picked closer to his chest.

“Hmm,” He dramatically tapped his index finger on his chin while he assessed his options. Remus knew which one he’d pick before he even offered Regulus pick one, had even steered him in the right direction. “This one, then.”

A variation of the zodiac mug, The Canis Major constellation. Remus was right on the money.

“Good choice, baby.” He placed his hand on the small of his back as they walked to the register, Regulus holding his new treasure and turning it over in his hands gleefully. When they got to the cashier, he had to fight the book out of his hands to pay for that too, and held his bag all the way back to the truck where he found Regulus already splitting his new book open in the passenger seat when he got in on his side.

His Regulus, so similar to Sirius although light years apart, he slips his hand into Remus’s on the center console and turns up to music.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

In place of a pleasantry he leans over to kiss him so firmly it presses him back into his seat with a giggle.

At home, Regulus takes the liberty of ditching his constricting pants along with his shoes at the door, which Remus has not a single complaint about. He watches from the corner of his eye while he washes the new addition to his cabinet and fills his cup as one would promise on their wedding day. He’d keep these two boys’ mugs filled with the caffeine they needed to get all of their pretty wretched thoughts out of their bodies and onto pages for as long as he lived. He couldn’t wait for Sirius to get home, not only for his sake but for Regulus who fit as nicely in his lap as perfectly as Sirius heeled at his feet.

There was so much to show him, so much more to give him, and Remus was itching to do more. But for now, he’ll read to his epicurean prince and they’ll both wait for their silver knight to return from overseas.

Notes:

Short but TOOTH ROTTING SWEET!
More to come but I just had to get this out to make the rest thats coming make sense!

Chapter 8: Lying Is The Most Fun A Boy Can Have Without Taking His Clothes Off

Summary:

A wizard and a wolf find each other in the woods.

Notes:

A birthday gift for the loverly iaskedforthefuture!
Happy B-Day!

TW: Fake Dubcon? You'll get it when u read it, RP omegaverse kinda, Barty Crouch in a dress, a measured amount of CRACK

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“So, what’s the difference between generic and name brand?”

“How much it hurts the baby?” Regulus snarks, turning the box in his hand over as if he understood anything he was reading.

“That’s definitely not how that works.”

Regulus sighs, grabbing the off-brand morning-after pill since Remus insisted he was paying. Might as well save him a few bucks. They made an odd couple in the family planning aisle, dragging their feet in mismatched pajamas, Regulus drowning in Remus’s clothes. If anybody could see Regulus’s hair and neck under the pulled-up hood of his sweater they’d be able to tell exactly what they had been up to not thirty minutes earlier without having to even look at the contraceptive in his hand. They doubted anybody of importance would be doing their shopping at midnight, they’d already made their peace with subjecting the poor clerk at the front to the knowledge of their activities.

“What’re you being tomorrow?” Remus asks from behind him as he watches Regulus debate a snack.

“A witch.” He can hear Remus snort behind him, and he places a hand on his hip with sass even though he can’t see him. “What’re are you being then?”

“Werewolf, same as every year.”

“How creative,”

“Usually, Sirius dresses up as a vampire so we can match, but I guess I’ll be a lone wolf this year.”

Regulus’s heart gives a little tug, he’d be the vampire to Remus’s werewolf any Halloween, but it’s too late for that. He already bought the pointy hat. Maybe one year he’ll force the two to match with him, not that Sirius needed any excuse to dress up.

“Regulus?”

Both boys snap their attention to the end of the aisle, and would you believe it? Because Regulus doesn’t.

Dorcas stands in a red vest with a pricing gun in her hand, eyes bouncing between the two with her mouth open.

“What the fuck?” Tumbles quietly from Regulus’s mouth.

“Hello to you too.” She grins as she saunters over like a sheriff in an old Western, running her tongue over her teeth when a wicked look dawns on her face, she gives a little nod as she sizes up Regulus’s shopping companion. “Lupin.” Dorcas greets before bringing her eyes back to her best friend, who looks like he’s just seen a puppy get run over. Remus only watches, and if Regulus would chance a look back, he’d see the fucker enjoying this. “Need help checking that out, best friend?” The pink and white box in his hand is unmistakable, they all glance down at it in sync.

Regulus wishes a meteor would take them all out where they stood and make the entire store into just another crater in the Earth. His feet tell him to flee, but he can only do the second-best thing, which is link his arm in Dorcas’s and turn her right back around.

“A moment?” He looks over his shoulder to Remus, who waves him off with a smirk before stuffing his hands in his pockets and staying put. Curse him, Regulus can still see his amused look from over the aisle, looking around into the air when the boy catches him eavesdropping.

“Fucking Remus Lupin.” Dorcas says once they’re in the safety of two rows over.

“Yeah, I know.”

“No! You’re fucking Remus Lupin.” She stresses.

“Oh, yeah…” There’s no use in hiding it, she could probably smell it on him if he was being honest.

“And when were you planning on telling me?”

“I don’t know!” He whines throwing a hand up, the damning pill rattling in its foil. They walk aimlessly, snaking through aisles while they squabble.

“Isn’t he buddy-buddy with Sirius? Oh my God, does Sirius know?” That was complicated, but sure, buddy-buddy will do for now.

“Kinda…”

“Kinda?!” Her voice raises in pitch and volume, making Regulus shush her. “Is it good?” She says more quietly.

“Girl…” Regulus needn’t say more. They burst into a silent fit of laughter, doubling over and stumbling. Regulus bites his finger as Dorcas stomps. If they weren’t still linked they’d surely be running in opposite directions. Dorcas sounds like a spray bottle while they cackle.

“What the fuck?” She parrots an earlier Regulus as she pushes some braids out of her face, catching her breath. “I knew you had something going on when you stopped replying to the reels I send you.”

“I know, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I just wanted to keep it special.”

“Does it make it any less special now that I know?” And no, it doesn’t one bit. If anything, he wanted to open up about every detail to his best friend, he knew she’d be the one to gag over everything down to the unspoken glances they threw each other’s way at first.

“No, actually.” He shrugged while Dorcas walked him to the register and walks behind it, “Just liked having a dirty little secret.” His best friend pretends to scan the box and tosses it in a bag towards Regulus once more which he snatches quickly, already knowing the drill.

“You can tell me all about it on the way to the party tomorrow, I’ll be at your place eight o’clock sharp. Also, you might want to go grab Lover Boy and split before my manager gets back.” She nodded behind him and said lover boy was approaching, a confused look on his face at the bag in Regulus’s hand. He turns back to hug Dorcas over the counter. “Go forth, my beloved Twinkie.”

“Bitch, I will kill you.”

“Love you too. Catch you later, Lupin.” She waved, and Remus awkwardly returned the gesture before following Regulus out.

“What was that?” He finally asked once back in the truck, looking over at Regulus tearing open the packaging and dry swallowing the pill. He grimaced at the residual soap taste left on the back of his tongue.

“Best friend business.”

 

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A witch was an overstatement for what Regulus was wearing tonight. The only indication of what he was would be the hat he wore, and maybe his occult adjacent jewelry if you were paying attention. The long-sleeved turtleneck and black jeans were straight from the bottom of his drawers, and he had a chopstick painted black for a wand. It was as good as it was going to get, he sighed tilting the witch hat slightly just for some flare.

Dorcas was true to her promise of being there right on time, he could hear the music pouring out of her car from down the street, and he didn’t freak out about it one bit. Although, when he agreed to dish out all the details of his affairs, he didn’t expect half of Dorcas film club friends to be in the back seat. A clown-car of Shakespearean fairies, wire and tulle wings all crushed together, seatbelts cutting diagonally on their matching dresses while some of them doubled up on each other’s laps. Dorcas their fairy queen, jewels and crystals looped with little gold rings in her braids.

Walburga was just happy Regulus was hanging out with girls, she even came out to wave them off and remind them to drive safe, the smile and voice she gave clients turned on to the max. When she eyed Regulus’s costume in comparison to the girls he could feel the resentment she held for his choices. It read ‘why can’t you be more like them’. The perceptive group didn’t let the scornful look linger on him too long with their compliments. He was glad he didn’t ride with Evan and Barty, because he would’ve missed out on the opportunity to make five new friends. It’s crazy how much he could talk when he was talking about Remus. Of course, he didn’t give any names, that was for Dorcas to know.

“–then he read to me until I fell asleep.”

The girls swooned with a chorus of Aww!’s.

“Green flag!” Dorcas declared, smacking her hand on the wheel like a judge slamming her gavel.

Marlene looked like she was trying to solve a math equation in the back seat, she’d been offering random names of boys in their classes with every detail Regulus revealed. He only smirked with the knowledge that nobody would ever discover him and his hunky farm boy, happy he’d successfully thrown them off the scent.

“I’d like to break me off a piece of that candy bar…”

“Bru!” One of the other fairies gasped at her comment.

“I’m just saying what everyone is thinking!” She threw her hands up in defense, her jewelry tinkling. Her head knocked on the roof of the car as she sat hunched over on somebody else. Everyone began to be jostled around when they got onto that tell-tale dirt road to the barn.

“Side tangent; Regulus you could totally say you’re one of the witches from Macbeth so we all match.” The girl he recognized as Evan’s sister spoke into his ear from behind his headrest. God, he was in too deep because the first thing he thought about was the Macbeth mug at Remus’s place.

“Not a bad idea at all.”

Dorcas lowered the music when they got closer as if it’d help her find better parking. The moon was full and yellow where it hung lowly over the barn, half obscured by trees reaching high, just the perfect scene for a Halloween night. Like a magic trick, Regulus and the girls spilled out one by one, another after another just when you thought you couldn’t fit another fae more in the vehicle. They were on two missions; to find Barty and Evan, and more importantly, to find alcohol.

One proved easier than the other as they approached because it’d be impossible to miss one hairy-legged Wednesday Addams sharing a smoke with a shorthaired Harley Quinn.

“Lose a bet, Crouch?” The fairy Regulus had picked up as being named Bruja snickered, and it was at that moment he decided she was his favorite of the fairies.

“Sure did, your mom couldn’t wait to see me in this little number.” Barty whipped around with the shiny cheap-looking wig he had in two braids swinging with him, he took a harsh drag of his cigarette and pointed at Regulus with it. For a moment he worried that he was about to reveal that Barty had made him a deal that he’d wear a dress when Regulus finally lost his virginity. Regulus had to admit, the black pilgrim-type dress suited him, he dropped his smirk when Barty got on him. “What the hell are you laughing at, Stevie Nicks?”

“I’m a witch,” Regulus pointed at his hat and threw his weight onto one hip. “Duh.”

“Wouldn’t you be a wizard?” Evan argued the gender semantics of the wizarding world.

“Jesus Christ, I need a drink.” Dorcas took off towards the entrance followed by Regulus and their entourage of mythical creatures. Quickly Regulus came to realize that missing every party since shacking up with Remus had re-sensitized him to all the bustle and lights, even more so considering everyone was almost unrecognizable in their costumes. The barn was teeming with sexy cats and Spidermen, sharing drinks and dances with Barbies and Batmen.

Maybe he had missed this? It reminded him of the night Remus showed up in his life and blinded him with his high beams, and that’s when he started to look for a familiar face in the crowd.

His group chattered around the makeshift bar while they waited for their turn, trying to fit all their faces into their front-facing cameras. Regulus offered to take the picture, but they insisted he had to be in it, warming his introverted little heart some. He stuck out like a gothic sore thumb amongst all of their bright colors, and he found himself smiling along, laughing with the group of familiar faces quickly becoming friends.

Their energy was so distinctly feminine. It was pure in a sense, how caring they were to him, how dead-set they seemed on making sure he felt included. Which was nice because he had opened with the tumultuous story of his and his lover's union, which they took as nothing but good gossip. They played a huge part in making him feel welcome and safe enough to spill, to get it off his chest and let the words roll off his tongue. He’d be lying if he didn’t use them as practice for his writing and later confessions he’d have to make. Writing it down was great, but having the words go into somebody else’s ears and watching their reaction in real time felt better.

Maybe he wasn’t so crazy after all. Perhaps he wasn’t as weird as he thought.

The worries washed away with Fire Whiskey, the taste not leaving much room for any thought other than the burning. He shook his head and slammed the little plastic cup back down on the wooden plank playing as a bar top, and the kid acting as their bartender filled them back up in a line. Bruja conjured them all up in a circle, holding on to her flower crown and leading them in a chant everyone but Regulus seemed to know, he mumbled along instead.

“¡Arriba, abajo, al centro, pa’ dentro!”

They knocked back their shots in unison, grimacing and wrinkling their noses at the only choice of liquor in the whole place.

“Oh, shit!” Marlene laughed, a streak of brown dripping down the front of her tight dress. The girls all fussed over the stain, smiling away the happy accident.

“I’ve got a Tide pen in the car!” Dorcas threw her arm into the air, “Side-quest time, ladies.” They all shuffled back toward the exit, but Regulus faltered in his step. “You coming?”

“I’m going to bum a smoke off Barty, Find me here when you come back.”

“Since when do you smoke?” She tilted her head, knowing her best friend only smoked whatever she’s got.

“I don’t.” He smirked, and Dorcas smacked her hand against his shoulder and caught up with her fairies, not before turning back around and using two fingers to signal that she was watching him. He smiled wide, shoulders already slumping with the warmth in his veins.

Regulus wandered back near the bar, trashing his disposable shot cup and leaning against the wood tabletop.

He was back to one of his favorite activities, assessing everyone’s costumes from head to toe with his arms crossed over his front. As well put together the girls in their store-bought costumes looked he couldn’t help but appreciate a cheesy homemade outfit. He had no room to talk of course as he was wearing the epitome of a lazy costume, just his casual clothing with one distinguishing accessory. The scantily clad cast of Rocky Horror blew past him, and he followed them with his head, laughing at Riff-Raff’s shitty bald cap.

“Can I buy you a drink?” From his right, he hears the perpetrator obscured by the wide rim of his hat.

“The drinks are free, assho–”

Remus leaned on his elbows atop the bar, a sly smirk on his face as his empty beer was traded for a new one. So, when he said werewolf, he meant a torn-up flannel with a patch of gray fur safety pinned onto his shirt and peeking out of the unbuttoned top. He’d be the only one in the building who would recognize the blue jeans he wore were his favorite, such a cherished tidbit that was.

“You come here often?” Remus pressed on, knocking back the first cold sip of his fresh drink. Regulus’s face finally cracked into a smile at the beyond cliché line, but he was quick to force it down.

“No, I don’t usually hang out in old barns. What about you?” He dropped his eyes and raked them back up over Remus as he turned to lean like he was, of course at a distance where nobody else would even know they were talking to each other.

Remus was less covert about checking him out before they both fixed their eyes forward. “Oh, I spend plenty of time in old barns.” Regulus knows this of course, but hums anyway.

“You still getting me that drink?” He tilts his chin up, adding a dismissive tone to his voice treating Remus with as much indifference and entitlement as he would with any man who came up to him like this.

“In exchange for your name, yes.” Now, Remus tipped towards him only slightly. Regulus watched him out of the corner of his eye before he rolled them with a sigh. They knew each other’s names forward and back, just last night Regulus was crying his while he overstimulated him. But he was nothing if not theatric.

“Sirius.” He delighted in the way Remus’s mouth twitched.

What was Halloween if not for being somebody you aren’t?

“Hello, Sirius.” He stuck his hand out towards the boy, who looked down on it with a bit of feigned disgust. “Name’s Remus.”

“Pleasure.” Regulus shook his hand hesitantly even if his stomach clenched at the way his hand was dwarfed by the others. After his hand is given a squeeze and let go, Remus uses the same to wave the bartender over, ordering another of whatever Regulus was drinking. He takes the little cup without a thank you and turns entirely so Remus can get a full view of him throwing it back.

It might have been his commitment to the role or the two previous drinks, but he manages to keep his reaction down in the face of a beyond-interested Remus. He sucks his teeth in that way that Regulus knows by now means God Damn.

“You here alone, Sirius?” Remus fidgets with the bottle in his hand, spinning it on the wood by the neck.

“No, my friends just went back to the car real quick.” He nodded towards the door. “You?”

“My buddies are outside waiting on me, in fact.” He straightens up to Regulus’s utmost disappointment, and he makes sure it doesn’t show. What he does make sure of is that he’s looking up at Remus with the blue flame of an alcohol fire in his eyes when he returns to his usual height. By the way his undercover lover clenches his jaw, he thinks he deserves an award for this role, no doubt Remus will be rewarding him for it.

“I better be getting back,” Remus crosses in front of him and leans in a little closer to really make the next words stick. “I’ll see you later, Sirius.”

“Thanks for the drink, Wolf Man.” And Regulus finally breaks when a wink is thrown his way. Then he’s watching Remus’s back retreat outside just moments before his friends are spilling back inside.

 

 

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Remus is watching him, but then again, he wouldn’t know that if he wasn’t watching Remus.

They were catching each other staring at random intervals, sometimes Regulus was looking around just because he could feel those eyes on him like somebody breathing down his neck. He’d catch a flash of his red flannel passing by him when their friends crossed paths, their shoulders brushing in a way nobody would see as anything but accidental. Regulus really put his hand to the flame when the two groups were outside on a smoke break, Regulus fresh from learning how to grind on the dance floor with his best friend.

Remus’s smoke was distinct, and he felt a little obsessive over the fact that he could recognize it in the open air. He knew what that tasted like after sex, he knew what it tasted like on his tongue too. This little game was enthralling; don’t let your friends find out you’re screwing your mate’s little brother/don’t let your friends find out you’re screwing the town’s reclusive woodsman. It was all very arousing, you see. They played more cautiously by the bar at first, but now Regulus was just trying to get a rise out of him.

He was half paying attention to whatever Barty was telling the girls while they redid his braids for him as they had become frizzy and lopsided as they danced, the cigarette in his mouth bounced as he explained what he had to do to fit in this dress. Evan offered up the information that he’d practically sewn his boyfriend into it. Remus was a few yards away, nodding along to something Peter said with one of those nostalgic cigarettes between his fingers. Every time he looked over at him, he was already watching.

Which was a good thing of course, it made Regulus feel hot and claustrophobic in his long sleeve, and it also gave him the security that Remus was watching when he leaned up to place an elbow on Barty’s shoulder and steal his smoke, arching his chest into his side as he took a drag and popped it right back in his mouth. Nobody in his friend group took pause, but somebody else took great notice.

He only peeled himself off his friend slightly before finding those angry green eyes and blowing out the smoke from the side of his mouth. À la Sirius. He didn’t keep watching for his reaction. He was sure in the fact that Remus knew the only nicotine Regulus could truly stand was his, and he was sure in the fact that it would piss him off. It’d stoke his ego a bit to watch the boy he’d so thoroughly claimed force himself to endure a menthol just to spur him on. He’d be paying for it enthusiastically.

Now he just needed to get him alone to do so.

Or…He needed to get himself alone.

Regulus loved his own twisted mind sometimes; he did pride himself on being quite libertine.

He was a master at the Irish goodbye, and what better time than when everyone was distracted in telling their own stories? Regulus slipped away with some unheard excuse of getting another drink, and he walked back into the barn feeling somebody hot on his heels. Walking straight through the dancefloor in hopes of losing him, just a bit, he makes his way to the back exit where it is deserted and quiet. Just a totally distracted couple making out against the wall taking no note of him.

And he kept walking, right past the tree line and into the woods. The moon’s light hardly cuts through the pines, so he doesn’t dare go in too deep, at least not deep enough to where the party’s bass does not reach. He doesn’t look back either.

There are no footsteps he can hear, not a leaf crunching or twig snapping to alert him of what comes next, and he wonders if Remus followed him at all until two hands grab him harshly from behind a tree. His back hits the trunk with a thud, knocking the wind and a small noise out of him. It knocks his hat to the floor.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Regulus spits, his voice sounding so much louder than it is in the still of the pines, he slips back into his role. “Why did you follow me here?” He tries to pry Remus’s hands off him half-heartedly to no results.

“To do what you’ve been begging me to do all night, Sirius.” Remus leers down at him and lowers his face to his with a hunch in his back making him look more like a hungry wolf than he already did. Regulus whines when he’s flipped around, scratching his hands to catch himself against the tree and getting flecks of bark on his cheek.

“You want to act like him you’re going to be treated like him. That means you don’t get to cum tonight.” Remus breaks character momentarily, licking Regulus’s ear with a wide wet tongue. It should have been gross, maybe to anybody other than Regulus. The slur in his words is hot to Regulus’s surprise, and he’s right there with him as words fail him. Remus keeps talking, and he closes his eyes to focus only on the sound and his hands kneading down the small of his bent back and ass. “I’m going to breed that cute little cunt of yours, and you’re going to go back to your friends like nothing happened. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Regulus plays his part magnificently, not even stuttering when Remus grinds his already hard cock against him.

He keeps him still with one hand while he undoes his jeans behind him and forgoes undoing Regulus’s entirely when he pulls them down just to expose his ass and the tops of his thighs. His pants keep his legs restricted and close together, making him contained and tight for Remus.

Regulus scratches exhibitionism off his mental checklist.

When Remus runs fingers against him in search of his hole he’s already wet, and the man behind him takes great enjoyment in the self-lubrication, groaning against Regulus’s neck. He’s already breathing heavily, already anticipating the feeling of Remus returning himself into the space he’s made his over the past few weeks. He can never get enough, it’s like the first time every single time.

With no time to waste, Remus presses up against his entrance and holds him open with his two thumbs since Regulus decided to obediently stay in place tonight. His voice cracks on a moan when he pushes in slowly, making him feel every inch glide smoothly through him in his arousal. He’s rewarded with a sharp smack to his ass before Remus rears back and slams home once before taking up a pace that sees him having to cover Regulus’s mouth to avoid having his moaning echo through the woods. He could smell himself, the musk of his sweat, and having spent the night dancing mixed with his slick; he could also smell Remus’s smoke and beers, the dying cologne that clung to his flannel. There was nothing he could do about the squelching and slapping of skin when he sped up fiercely, using him like a doll and chasing a quick release.

There’s no prep, no restraint, Remus hasn’t even kissed him. Just gave himself easy access to his hole and started slamming into it like an animal in heat missing all human pleasantries. Behind his hand Regulus is choking out baritone moans in response to the feral claiming of his body, he could feel the possessive nature of Remus’s thrusts, uncaring for his pain. Knowing his lover, Remus wants it to hurt, and Remus knowing Regulus so well makes sure it does.

Regulus wonders how many times Remus and Sirius have done this, perhaps even at a party he was at too. Would he have ever noticed them sneaking off if he had known about them back then? How many times had Sirius driven Regulus home filled with Remus, and how on God’s green earth had he not noticed?

“You’re thinking about him,” Remus growled into his ear like he could smell it on him, he snapped his hips forward viciously pulling a sob from the boy up on his toes presenting his hole for him. He doesn’t know when they’d dropped their roles, but Regulus couldn’t be any happier about it. “You know how much Sirius loves taking my cock in public? You’re a showoff just like him.” Regulus squeezed his eyes shut, unable to escape Remus’s ramblings, but unwilling to stop him.

“Except you’re better, you’ve got this pretty hole that gets so wet.” He grits through his teeth like he can’t help the way he’s tearing Regulus apart. “I could fuck you whenever and wherever I’d like, ain’t that right, Sirius?”

Under the spell of lust, he nodded frantically, eyebrows drawn up and eyes slipped closed as they were useless anyway pressed up against the tree. His exposed pussy clenches wildly around Remus the harder he pulls Regulus back onto him, with every word Regulus falls deeper having never heard Remus so talkative, he’s made dizzy with it.

“Your little brother, Regulus, is such a slut for it too.” He can feel Remus panting through a manic grin against his neck, teeth grazing any exposed skin he finds. Regulus has gone mad, surely, this is too many layers, too many realities being flipped around and shattered in succession. How the fuck was he supposed to look his friends in the face after this?

He can only react with a muffled string of curses behind the hand taking up the entire lower half of his face, squeezing his cheeks, and making him slobber on his palm.

“Fuck, Sirius.” He hears Remus whine for the first time in his life, hot and wet into his sweaty curls, and he’s treated to a bit more of it when Remus breaks, breathing hard against him and pulling him down to practically sit on his cock while he fills him up like promised. Regulus is made filthy inside and out, and he realizes he can’t wait to get home and touch himself still tainted with Remus. He deserves a video of it too just for this.

He can’t see the mess Remus left him, but he can definitely feel it dripping out of him and Remus unsticks himself from him to get a quick view before hiding it with underwear and forcefully locking it away under his pants. Regulus is still against the tree. He’s pulled back to the surface, beads of sweat rolling down his body beneath the suffocating long sleeve.

Remus rewards him with a kiss to distract from the body-warmed cum seeping out of him and into the crotch of his boxers. He would be downright disgusted if it was anybody other than who it was.

“You okay?” He asks too sweetly to be the man who just took him against a tree in the woods. Remus leans down and brushes the dirt and leaves off his witch hat, righting it on his head and cleaning off his cheek.

“I am…so okay right now.” The feeling of clenching emptily and dissatisfied has him forgetting himself momentarily.

“Not too much?” Remus worries over him, brushing his thumbs under his eyes in a way Regulus has learned is him covertly checking for tears.

Regulus groans, clenching his thighs, “Not enough.”

“That’s my boy,” He chuckles into a sweet kiss on his lips. “Now you’re going to go out there and act like nothing happened.”

“How?” Regulus whines childishly, only missing the stomp of his foot.

“Because you’re the best actor this side of the county line if that performance was anything to go off.”

“You really think so, Daddy?”

He’s quelled with a kiss, “I know so, Sirius.”

Notes:

I do hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 9: I Like It When You Sleep...

Summary:

Regulus is perfect, perfect, perfect.

Notes:

A little treat, and updated chapter count cus obvi this is gonna be longer than I expected.
REMUS POV FOR YOUR TROUBLES?
TW: Dubcon, Somno <3

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Regulus Black was going to be his for a week.

He was eighteen now after all, so when his parents offered him a spot on their Thanksgiving trip he politely declined. Remus never thought he would be thinking this but, thank Walburga and Orion Black for not dragging him along for an appearance in New York over the break, add Sirius for teaching the boy to lie as easily as he sighed out the words “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be spending it with Dorcas and her family.”

Working at the stables started to feel like going to the bar with his friends. Shit, Regulus had Remus talking to the horses, more than usual anyways; telling them of his darling waiting up for him at home while deshedding them. They only looked at him all doe-eyed and non-understanding, waiting for the treat they knew was in his pocket for listening to their caretaker describe the difference between the brother’s eye colors. If you wanted to know, Remus had worked out that Sirius’s were something like smoky quartz pulled straight from the earth and still flashing raw jagged points, while Regulus’s were polished dots of labradorite, grey, and banded with a shifting royal blue. The horse he was brushing only offered a stomp and whine at his revelation, but at least the lady cows took better to his gushing.

The girls could probably sense how head over heels he was for his little love. They bleated lovingly while Remus sighed.

The sun didn’t feel ruthless and sticky anymore, in fact, he welcomed its heat becoming trapped underneath his skin, because Regulus said he could feel it when he flattened his palms onto his chest and arms. If he got a tan it’d only make Regulus want to lick over his darkened scars, so now Remus was taking his shirt off to haul hay. His angel didn’t crinkle his nose when he’d been feeding hogs and sweating like a dog all day, no, he’d sit up and let Remus hold him in his lap for a bit while he updated him on the stallions and ladies before sending him off for a shower. And Lord, don’t let Regulus catch him with an overgrowth of stubble over his lips and jaw because he wouldn’t have a chance to turn the water on before he got his bones jumped.

It was going to be such a blessing not having to drop Regulus off at school or his house every morning before work because now he didn’t have to get up even earlier than usual. Coming home to Regulus lounging around his space like a house cat was a clear plus. Sometimes he’d gamble with himself on if his mad writer would be in the same spot he’d left him, or if perhaps he’d find him in the middle of making himself something to eat or drink while wearing nothing but the afternoons light and those stretchy briefs he and his brother liked so much. On the days when the odds were against him, Regulus would be on the couch, facing the door, and using a book only as a prop before letting his legs spread and beckoning the sweaty oaf inside.

Mornings were particularly sweet, Regulus diffused this scent that was so uniquely identifiable as an angel baking under the warmth of his sheets all night. Remus would trap his hand under the waistband of his underwear and right through the leg hole so his hand would never leave its post on his thigh, strapping himself to his cuddly toy and letting the ends of his curls tickle his nose on every intake of breath.

Remus was obsessed.

It was evident in the way he woke up before his alarm at the mere suggestion of Regulus stirring in the dark, turning away from Remus’s chest and onto his stomach, pulling his forearm to lay over the small of his back. The invisible hairs in the dip of his spine slightly sweaty and damp, cool on his skin. Regulus stuck his arms under the pillow and sighed as he settled again, one cheek smushed and face turned toward the older boy. Remus was watching, eyes wide to see every detail in the dark.

He slipped his hand out and ran it up Regulus’s spine with an open palm, coming up to cup around the back of his neck where he ran a thumb over his pulse, the boy gave a small happy noise in his sleep at the petting. Not wanting to wake him before the sun, Remus retreated down again and rested his hand over one of his plump cheeks, squeezing imperceptibly and rubbing circles.

Surely, Regulus would hardly notice if he slipped his hand underneath the fabric for a better feel. So, he did, and the skin he’d found there was so soft and peach-fuzzed. It was hard not to think with his morning wood, to keep a tight reign on his wandering hands, he should let Regulus sleep since he’d stayed up late writing after a call with Sirius. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from moving his hand to the other cheek, relishing the pudge gathering at the bottom of his spine.

Regulus hummed, hugging the pillow and digging his nose into his own shoulder making Remus pause momentarily. The noise went straight to his cock, and he closed his eyes to focus on the nerve endings in his hand, if he didn’t know Regulus was asleep he’d think the boy was pushing up into the touch.

He smelled like candy floss, the granules that stuck to the sides of the machine and became hard, burnt sugar and paper. The parchment that stuck to his fingertips the carnival paper cone. It was the most addictive substance in the world, Remus wanted to stuff his mouth full of it and let it melt on his tongue, wanted Regulus to make his lips sticky and pink.

Pulling the covers off the two of them, he felt goosebumps arise when cool air hit the boy's flushed back, he couldn’t stop himself when he shifted to sit up and nose between Regulus’s shoulder blades. Looming over his sleeping figure rather predatorily, at least he felt as such taking advantage of this Renaissance-era cherub in his bed.

Regulus didn’t even stir, so he kept going, kept following his instinct. He followed them to the keyhole between his pressed-together thighs, finding moisture, his eyes rolled behind their closed lids. Of course, Regulus would be wet in his sleep, his body was always so responsive to his touch.

He only dared to glide two fingers between his folds, testing gingerly at his entrance and prodding his clit from behind, being careful to not nudge him too roughly and startle him awake. Then he did it again, up and down over his hole to no reaction, not from Regulus at least. Remus was letting his breath come out in huffs while he pressed his hardening cock against the boy's side. He circled the tips of his fingers around the hole, his arm straining against the waistband trying to clamp shut again and protect its wearer from the intrusion.

When Regulus’s hole fluttered and his lips fell open with a little labored breath, Remus froze and watched his dark eyebrows threaten to pinch together at the unknown sensations. He stayed still until Regulus’s breathing returned to normal and a drop of drool darkened his pillowcase. He was fucked, so thoroughly fucked.

As slowly as a man of his stature could he straddled the backs of Regulus’s thighs, hovering to not crush the boy. Now both of his hands were circling his waist and smoothing lower and lower until they reached his treacherous underwear, tight and flush to his skin with that thick waistband. Remus had the sinister thought of burning all of them out back and keeping Regulus just like the day he was born, of course, he’d only seriously consider this while he was grinding his now painful hard-on in the track between the boy's thighs. With a careful pinch of his fingers, he peeled the fabric away, just to stretch right over the tops of his legs, revealing the source of that coveted slick that tainted his fingertips now.

It had Remus pulling out his cock blindly, plugging the small space to his hole with his tip. He let his head roll back, looking up to the heavens for strength, or for some last shred of sanity before he slammed into Regulus up to the hilt and woke him up with his insides made a mess.

His face screwed up as he let out a shuddering breath and looked back down at his treasure, the stretched-out figure before him with his lithe back and angel-wing shoulder blades angled for his perusal. Remus thinks the boy has his fucking ankles crossed daintily, keeping his legs pressed together for him. No, not for him, Regulus was just sleeping. Just sleeping.

Remus dropped down an inch or two, just from his thighs giving out slightly, he didn’t mean to at all. His hands dropped to brace himself on either side of Regulus, and his head dropped between his shoulders, so he could hear the almost missable whine when he broke through. It was just the head of his cock catching on his rim, but it had Remus squeezing his eyes shut and dragging his bottom lip into his mouth to keep quiet.

That was until his biceps started to shake too, and he was lowering himself onto his elbows, the hair falling over his face tickling the center of Regulus’s back now.

He gave up the moment he felt Regulus suck him in, he plunged in until his pelvis was flush to the boy's ass, not allowing him any deeper. Then he stilled, it was dead silent, and he could hear the bugs and birds outside beginning their noisy morning routines.

Regulus was tighter than he’d ever felt in his life, his hole clearly not equipped for or conscious of what fills it. Remus groans lowly against the nape of his neck, sounding pained. It hurt, it burned, Regulus was hot, not even comparable to the word warm. His body temperature was borderline feverish, and Remus couldn’t help the way he raised his hips slowly and pushed back in.

He’d taken it too far, Regulus moans.

But his eyes are still closed, and his body and face give no sign of consciousness, except for the way he clenches down on the intrusion. Remus tests again, shallowly, not daring to press down in search of his end the way he does so cruelly when the boy is begging for it and awake. He keeps going with his impossibly slow pace, pulling out and pushing back in, his cock coming away shiny and reddened with the torture. His abdomen clenched with the strain of keeping himself up but he didn’t dare stop or drop his weight onto him, not when he was sleeping so peacefully.

He sighed, eyes shut tight and mouth hanging open, trying to stop himself from losing the carefully crafted control he clung onto before he fucked it all up and pinned the boy's hips to the bed to breed him like a mutt mounting a pure-bred bitch.

“…Daddy?” Remus was hardly startled, too lost in his own depravity to focus on the pretty whine Regulus muttered into the pillow.

“Shhh, go back to sleep, baby.” He shakes his head, pressing his forehead into the sharp notch at the top of Regulus’s spine, furrowing his brow and pressing a kiss there.

“Mm…What’re you doing?” Regulus knew damn well what he was doing, there was no way he couldn’t feel what he was doing, what was being done to him. Remus loved this boy, so deep inside his bones that it hurt like it’s always been there, he just needed his heat to finally set it ablaze.

Regulus is perfect, perfect, perfect.

“Nothing, angel–ah, fuck. It’s still early, why don’t you be a good boy and sleep a little longer?” He swallowed thickly, focusing on the drag of Regulus’s walls around him.

“M’a good boy?” His angel nuzzled his cheek into the pillows, spit dried in the corner of his lips messily. Remus wanted to lick the cracks clean.

Remus feels himself drive deeper when Regulus stretches his arms up against the headboard pushing his ass farther into his lap, he lets out a noise that’s strangled in his throat against the boy's shoulder. “So good, so fucking good.” He pants out while he pushes in.

“You really think so?” Now Regulus was waking up but he kept his eyes closed, lifting his head and rubbing his cheek against the stubble he found on Remus, scratchy noises fuzzing up their ears. Remus growls before reaching up and shoving the boy's head back down into the pillow, he’ll blame it on loss of control. “Mmph!”

“Not if you don’t go back to sleep like I told you.” Regulus can’t contain the giggle he lets out at his partner’s crack in demeanor, Remus only hears it as a “yes, please” loud and clear. “I thought,” He presses his shirtless chest to meld against Regulus’s bare back, relishing in the air evacuating the boy’s lungs, “When people are asleep, they don’t make noise–fuck, baby–and they also don’t move.” He whispers into his ear, cutting himself off with the change in pressure around his cock.

He knows Regulus loves his games, can play them skillfully if he knows the rules and he does so beautifully, nodding his head and fully crossing his legs for him. Remus watches as the fine lines of his face smooth out once again, like he’s really asleep, even if Remus can still make out whatever smug look he wears beneath the mask. Then he goes pliant, sighs out any tension he holds, sagging into the mattress.

Remus gives his hair a sweet pet, making sure to scratch his scalp for it.

Then, he’s properly fucking into Regulus, biting the dense skin of his back between his teeth and groaning into it with two handfuls of his hip dips. Regulus bites his smirk to keep quiet, but a whine or squeak escapes with every breath fucked up and out of his body, Remus graciously allows it.

As for Remus? He’s going to go to work and say “Good morning” to the goddamn flowers today.

Notes:

Do tell me how perfect u think reggie is in the comments cus Remus is going insane.

Chapter 10: The Becoming

Summary:

The dissection of Regulus Black.

Notes:

TW: knifeplay ( no blood 🖤) , discussion of cannibalism, discussion of meat animals/slaughterhouse mention
I’m sorry vegetarians

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Regulus has made his way through the first shelf of Remus’ library by the tail end of Thanksgiving break. He’s not sure what else there was for him to do once he got tired of reading on the couch and he didn’t want to go snooping around the trailer for a third time, so he went and found the towel stained with colors he knew Sirius had dyed streaks of his hair in and laid it on the grass outside.

The sun was west of their clearing, peeking at him not from above the treeline but through the vertical slats of trunks, the blades of grass cold and tearing between his bare toes. He’d brought out some light reading, a fashion magazine two years outdated, and surely something his older brother had brought into the house. Seeing him you’d think he was out sun-bathing if it weren’t for the lack of the much-needed sun, he looked the part somewhat, with his tight shorts and Remus’ sweater climbing down one shoulder. Sunglasses would have been too much.

Sirius would have worn them anyway.

Just three more weeks and the dreaded fall semester would be over, Sirius would be back, and the thought was plaguing Regulus like a brain-eating parasite.

His brother, whom he’d spent the whole of autumn pining over would be back in arms-reach, across the hall when at home, and returned to his rightful spot in Remus’ trailer.

He wondered if he would have to give up his side on Remus’ bed. Wouldn’t it be delicious to fight for it?

Regulus wasn’t stupid, he knew that throughout all this Remus had to have been reporting back to his older brother, who he assumed Remus would always be firstly loyal to. He’d pretend to hear nothing when Remus snuck his afternoon call to Sirius while he was in the shower, Regulus walking out after hastily washing himself off because he’d spent half of the time pressing his ear to the door while the shower ran.

He’d only make out bits and pieces, things like Sirius asking how he was, if their parents were giving them any trouble, if Regulus was behaving.

He assumed Sirius knew he and Remus were fucking, quite regularly, but he’d never heard Remus describe it until one of the nights he’d kept talking when the shower cut off. Regulus wasn’t even eavesdropping that night, just genuinely set on washing his hair and cooking dinner for Remus as he’d strangely fantasized about doing all day. Yet, he found himself with his ear pressed to the door, then to the plastic back wall of the shower which ended up getting him a clearer sound. He cupped his hand around his ear and put the side of his face directly to the wall, drops of water wetting him all over again.

“Fuck, Moony, I can’t wait to get back.” His brother’s voice sounded strained, even through speaker phone and the wall Regulus could identify the desperation laced in the words.

“Wait until you hear how pretty he sounds when he begs. Sounds just like you, except the brat knows exactly what to say.”

Regulus’ eyes widened, shaded by how violently his face screwed up, eyebrows drawing together rapidly, in confusion, or intrigue? He didn’t quite know.

“He’s always been good at knowing what buttons to push–hah. What’s he feel like? Is it heaven?” Sirius let the questions rush out, one coming out more high-pitched than the last, whining, if Regulus knew anything about the tone. He was getting the sleeve of his shirt damp from how close he pressed up on the wall, his feet wet all over again from the puddle he stood in.

“Wait til’ you feel it for yourself.” He hears Remus offer, and Sirius curses on the other end.

Regulus draws back completely, subconsciously wiping at his wet cheek and finding it furiously warm.

No.

No fucking way.

He whispered it to himself, almost just mouthing the words, before catching his bottom lip in contemplation. His ear was back on the wall with both hands around it, trying to trap every word he could.

“–He’d let you, you know that already. Just got to be patient now, Pup.”

“Yes, Sir.” Sirius gasps, and even muffled, the noise does something to Regulus. It stirs his insides, starts as something cold in his chest like shame before his body heat melts the ice and it becomes liquid fire trickling off his ribs and to his core. Fuck, he’d literally just put on new underwear.

Remus is silent for a moment, and so is Sirius, except for noises that are unmistakable to a connoisseur of filth like himself, it makes Regulus wonder if they’re on a video call. If Remus is watching his brother do things to himself while they talk about him.

Only for a moment does he feel slightly betrayed that Remus told his brother about all the dirty things he’d divulged to him. How the fuck could they be so sure that Regulus would let Sirius do anything of the sort.

He would. Remus knew that too.

But how was Sirius supposed to be so secure in that fact without Remus telling him all about it? He’d get him back for it later. No more finishing inside for that two-faced bastard.

“I want you to own us both. Please, please, please.” His brother sounds desperate on the other end, and he hears one of Remus’ signature chuckles. The kind that’s fine-tuned for making you feel every bit as pathetic as you probably sound, and Sirius sure does sound it. Regulus sacrifices one hand to be squeezed between his legs, relieving some of the pressure building up there.

“I’ll teach him everything you taught me, just how you like it. Be so good for you.” Sirius cuts himself off with a full-blown moan. Regulus closes his eyes to focus.

“He’s already perfect, it’s you that could learn a thing or two from him.” Regulus feels himself filled with pride, his whole life it was he who was being compared to Sirius, the cooler, louder, more popular brother. He can’t help it if he sticks his hand in his underwear to jerk off to that sweet victory. “It’s gonna’ be me teaching you how he likes things; how he likes to get fucked, how he likes to get sucked off, where that sweet spot is–”

“Don’t stop.”

“You won’t believe how rough he can take it, baby. He’s such a slut for it, too.” Remus sounds strained now as well. There’s no denying what all three of the men were doing to themselves now. “Can’t wait to get the both of you kneeling in front of me, begging to go first. You’ll let him, right baby? Because you love your little brother so much?”

“Love him so much, Sir.” Regulus feels his knees go weak, rubbing circles over his clit with the tips of two fingers and trying to keep quiet while he brings himself to a hasty end. “Can I come? Please, Remus, fuck–” Regulus is right there with him, eyes shut tight, and absolutely thrilled by the revelations he’s found against the shower wall.

“Show me, Pup. Show me how you come to the thought of your brother on my cock.”

The noises, God, it’s exactly how Remus had described it. Sirius is such a drama queen with it, he’s sure Remus switches it off speaker for the latter half of it because it stops abruptly, but it was enough. Enough to have Regulus tearing his face off the wall and pressing his back to it, hand shoved into his underwear and the other over his mouth while he finishes on his own hand.

He turns the page of the magazine, not having absorbed a single word.

Regulus found himself daydreaming about that night more often than what was surely healthy. It was confirmation, reciprocation in this round-about way, the closest he’s gotten to forbidden fruit; and fuck was it ripe and sweet.

Laying on his stomach and raising his dirtied feet in the air he started to kick them dreamily. So absolutely tickled by his win. Sirius wanted him, he knew that now, and he wanted him as viscerally as he did. It brought a smile to his face, and one daydream led to another, led to another.

Oh, what would he do to Sirius when he got his hands back on him? Would he jump him the moment he touched back down on American soil? Would he play hard to get until Sirius did the same to him? He couldn’t exactly play innocent with Remus divulging his habit of taking it hard and willingly so freely, so there goes that route ruined.

Speak of the Devil, his truck was rumbling up their neck of the woods and scaring birds into flight in his waking path. Regulus looked over his shoulder, catching it climb into view. Remus pulled into his usual spot where the grass was brown and dead from his wheels and the heat of the undercarriage. After he killed the engine, silence fell again except for the driver's door opening and closing out of his view. From under the lifted gap, he could see Remus’ boots touch down and start his way around the truck. He skipped heading for the front door in favor of stalking over to the boy laid out on his property. Regulus quickly turned back to his magazine and pretended he wasn’t anxiously waiting for his approach.

The page had one of those perfume samples you had to rip open to smell. He busied himself with unsticking the flap and pressing his nose in it, somewhere his brother had already been too. The cologne had barely clung onto the glossy paper, leaving only a musky remnant and the bitterness of dry adhesive.

He flipped to the other page, heavy footsteps getting closer. Then two knees thud to the ground below his own, and hands are grabbing his raised feet, brushing dirt and little bits of sticks off the soft bottoms.

“Bit late to be out tanning,” Remus said in place of a greeting.

“And I’m wearing way too much clothing.”

“I agree with that always.” The man placed two kisses on the bony web above his heels that contracted when Regulus pointed his feet before throwing himself beside the boy. He rested flat on his back directly on the grass, nose pointed to the sky and eyes closed. Regulus supposed it couldn’t make him any dirtier than he already was from work, judging by the black stains on his white undershirt and the knees of his jeans.

Regulus leans over to float above his relaxed face, placing a kiss on his lips before going back to his magazine, tearing open the feminine counterpart of the cologne sample. “How was work?”

“Same shit every day, ‘cept today, two machines wanted to break down on me.”

“So, that’s why you’re covered in oil.”

Remus lifts his head to look at his shirt as if he hadn’t noticed the whole front of him streaked in black. “Sorry, baby.” He sighs apologetically, before throwing his head back down on the grass.

“It’s okay, I know how to get those out.”

“What about you? What’s got my little vampire so bored he’s resorted to going outside?” A hand comes over to lay on his behind, rubbing up and down lovingly while Remus cloud watches. It makes Regulus wiggle a bit, just because the absentminded petting makes his heart do leaps and bounds to try to crawl out of his chest and into Remus’ hands.

“Well, Siri is asleep right now and I’ve read the whole top shelf. Then, I posted two chapters of something new I’ve been working on, but I didn’t feel like doing the research for the third one.”

“What’d you write about this time?”

“Oh, you know, stuff.” Just two brothers consuming parts of each other in order to be closer because the twin blood running in their veins just wasn’t enough.

“Stuff. What kind of stuff?” Remus turns his face, the blades of grass obscuring the right side of his face, and Regulus looks up from the pages to stare off into the trees momentarily in thought before he meets Remus, just to watch his reaction.

“Cannibalism.” He smirks when Remus’ eyebrows tick upward and his face splits into a smile. One of those sweeter chuckles escapes him.

“God, I love you.” The older boy sighs, shaking his head slightly. If Regulus was supposed to say it back, he doesn’t get a chance. He was about to, honestly. “I can see how the research for something like that could be a bit difficult.”

“Yeah, there’s not much information on how to butcher a human body floating around the internet.” He straightens his magazine with a flourish.

“Writer problems.”

“Don’t I know them?”

Remus watches him gaze at pictures of models and columns about what colors suit you best based on your zodiac sign, his hand never leaving his back as it moves up and down his body, making it seem like Remus couldn’t bear one second without tethering himself to Regulus. Which he had no complaints about as he arched into the touch happily.

The sun casts them in its retreating glow, and the naturistic silence out here truly is a blessing, Regulus feels so at peace with Remus by his side, almost a part of it all himself. His Remus doesn’t care if he’s lying on the ground while Regulus takes up the whole towel because he knows his boy is leagues more squeamish about dirt than he is, he envies the way Remus doesn’t care that the grass tickles his ear and nose and that he’ll get dirt in his hair. But he’ll leave that to him any day.

“I suppose it ain’t much different than how you’d butcher anything else,” Remus says suddenly, after looking like he’d been in thought while watching Regulus for a few minutes.

“What?”

“What you said earlier; I don’t think breaking down a person, would be any different than how you’d break down a cow.”

“Oh.” Regulus furrows his eyebrows but smiles despite himself. “Is that what you were thinking about this whole time?”

“Yeah?” He replies easily, and Regulus’ heart does that thing again because Remus Lupin was lying here worrying over how his lover was going to write his next scene and was even offering some educated solutions.

“God, I love you.” He does reciprocate now, word for word, hiding the sincerity behind a laugh and a shake of his head, and he doesn’t miss the way Remus smiles back at him. “But, unfortunately, I don’t know how to break down meat. So, add that to the list of things to research.”

“I know how.” Remus offers with a shrug.

“I thought your job entailed taking care of cows.” He set his magazine aside and turned onto his side, grabbing Remus’ hand in his to move it to the dip of his waist, so absolutely pleased with how big it felt in his own and how much control he had over something so much stronger than him.

Remus sat up to lean his head on his hand, propped up by his elbow. “Took a summer job at a slaughterhouse once.” He watched as Regulus tilted his head, scrunching his nose at the thought.

“I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, it didn’t last too long, but maybe we can put what I learned to good use?”

“You’d do that for me?” Regulus cooed. He could only assume that revisiting memories of his time at a place like that would be far from pleasant, but Remus seemed eager to help.

“I’d do unspeakable things for you, darling.” He leaned in to press his lips anywhere they’d land on Regulus’ face. “Besides, I wanna help. Don’t you want there to be a little part of me in your writing?” The boy smiled under his attention, wrapping an arm around Remus’ neck and pulling him down over him as he fell back onto his back. “That sounded a little conceited, didn’t it?” He said between kisses.

“Not at all. I’d love your help.” Regulus spread his legs and rested them over Remus’s thighs to help him kneel between them. “So tell me, how does one butcher a person?”

“How ‘bout I show you?” He murmured deep against his neck, smiling wide when the boy under him shivered.

“How are you going to do that?”

Remus sat up, one hand disappearing behind him and unclipping something from his back pocket. Regulus distantly recognizes the sound from when Remus stands at the kitchen table and empties his pockets. He lifts his head when something metallic swings out and clicks into place with a flick of Remus’ wrist.

When he looks at his hand, he’s holding the tactical knife he carries everywhere. A dull silver handle with a black painted blade, the shiniest part of it is the well-sharpened edge. The tip is nothing to mess around with, pointed menacingly and chipped with use. Before the handle, it becomes serrated, with teeth like a jagged saw.

Regulus feels his breathing stutter and looks between Remus and the blade.

“I don’t know if I should be scared or turned on.” He breaks the tension with a joke, and in a display of trust and bravery, lays down fully with his arms over his head.

“Well, aren’t you trying to inspire both of those feelings in your reader?” Remus encourages him to settle closer onto his lap with his free hand,

“I guess you’re right.” He gets himself comfortable, finding it in himself to calm his racing pulse and quickening breath.

Remus leans over him and presses his lips to his, he focuses on that instead of where his other hand is. He tilts his chin up into the kiss, their mouths opening hungrily as the kiss quickly turns messy, seemingly fit for the subject matter. Rough and dangerous with teeth and forceful tongues. That is until one of Remus’ hands sneaks into his hair and tears his head backward.

Thankfully, he’s pressing the dull side of the blade under his chin.

“First thing, is decapitating you.” Regulus should not have found that as tantalizing as he did. “Separate the head from the body. Maybe keep that as a trophy, ya’ know?” He drags the back of the blade down the length of his throat slowly, until it rests between his collar bones, making it all one line.

“A trophy? I don’t think that’s what they do with–” He’s cut off when Remus nonchalantly turns the knife in his hand, the sharp edge hovering mere millimeters over his skin. He quickly finds out how bad of an idea swallowing is when the action makes his skin and the edge touch. “–With animals.”

“We’re not talking about animals though, are we?” Regulus doesn’t dare shake his head. “God, baby, you want my help or not?” He closes his eyes because Remus’ condescending smile is doing terrible, twisted things to his stomach. “The neck would be its own cut, so that gets separated.” Remus lifts the blade a safe distance before making a slicing motion, Regulus flinches violently to his delight.

Once he’s settled, and with the knife still to his throat Remus directs him wordlessly to lift his shirt with an encouraging hand. Regulus holds it up for him willingly while he has a line traced across his collar bones, then another from one underarm to the other right about his nipples. Making a trapezoid with imaginary cuts.

“I can’t say you'd be the tastiest cut, with how skinny you are and all, but this here would be what we call brisket. Your shoulders; shank.” Remus mimics cutting his arms in three pieces, giving Regulus a moment to collect himself with the knife away from his vital areas.

The look on Remus’ face is what he’s trying to study for his writing. The sadistic glint in his eye, and the smug look he gets at every twitch and flinch he elicits from Regulus. Remus would never hurt him, certainly not cut him into pieces, but right now that could all be put into question. Even if just for the sake of fantasy.

He’s precise and careful, as much as he’s trying to give Regulus a good scare, he knows that he’s safe. He’d bet his life on the reassuring smile he gets while Remus tosses his arm aside and back down, sitting up to assess the half-naked boy beneath him, and Regulus looks up at him with all the love and trust of the planets orbiting the very sun. He’ll follow his gravitational pull for eons, and still never get burned.

Remus looks him over for the next cut and flippantly adds with a poke of the point across his sternum, “Your ribs, obviously.” He traces the ladder of little hills and valleys then circles where the few of his delicate birdcage bones meet; “Short ribs.”

“How hard would it be to separate all of this?” His writer’s curiosity interjects while Remus looks for his next cut, and Remus hums low in his throat.

“Depends. Somebody like you? I’d just need to hang you up and have the proper tools.”

“Hang me up?”

“Upside down, and bleed you out.”

“Fuck.” Regulus’ hips accidentally grind down into Remus’ lap.

“You little freak.” The older boy runs his hand up his side suddenly, and with his body so alert he almost flinches away from the touch, not even sure which hand the knife is in anymore while he calms his mind with tearing blades of grass from the root above his head.

“Shut up! You’re the one who offered, and don’t act like I can't feel your dick poking my ass.” He wriggles against it, making Remus catch him by a hip and press his knife to the side of his shorts, digging in with the safety of clothes between the blade and his delicate skin.

“Oh? You mean the rump? I’d made a round steak out of those pretty back dimples of yours.” 

“Would not!” The boy being threatened to become dinner laughs out.

“Would to!” Then the knife is brought back to his front, tracing a feather-light circle around his stomach. “All this is your loins.” He stops laughing fast when Remus digs the point right above his belly button. “In there is all the good stuff. Tenderloin, T-bone, organs. All very nutritional, sweetheart.”

“I’m sure.” He nods with a gulp, sucking his stomach in to get away from the edge, but it follows him until he’s forced to stop breathing. Remus looks him up and down as if he’s not keeping his vital functions hostage.

“Hands and feet can go by the way, unless you wanna’ throw them in with the head for stock.” He informs before moving back down, letting Regulus suck in breath again.

“Stock, sure.” He agrees sarcastically.

“I mean you’re writing about cannibals, I’d imagine they're cooking?” Remus gestures with the knife, giving Regulus space to sit up a bit, and he reassuringly puts his hands down on the ground so the boy can lean up and kiss him with without worry. Regulus needed some kind of reassurance that his lover wasn’t seriously considering turning him into Grandma’s soup recipe.

“I was thinking more of an impassioned feast.” He informs against Remus’ lips, feeling safer the sweeter Remus kisses him back. “A commentary on devouring that which you love, because you need it to be a part of you.” The other boy hums thoughtfully against his lips.

“So, no time for letting shit simmer in a pot.”

“No, I don’t think so.” Regulus climbs fully into his lap, grabbing the back of his neck and deepening the kiss, straddling him with his full weight which Remus catches with his free hand on the small of his back.

“Oh, one more.” He picks up the hand with the knife again, dragging it from the back of his neck down his spine now covered with his sweater once more. Remus brings it around to the bottom hem of his shorts, expertly digging under the fabric and lifting it a few centimeters before dragging two lines; one across the top of his thigh and the other above his knee. Regulus allows himself to gasp into his mouth at the hair-raising sensation. “Shank.”

“Anything else?” The boy spurs him on with the driving down of his hips, “What kind of knife would you use?”

“Not something like this.” He cups his face, tilting it to the side slightly before running the serrated bit across his pulse, letting the tiny jagged teeth drag over the thin skin of his neck. “Serated like this, something that can rip through the tough shit.”

“O-Okay.” Regulus nods despite the instrument threatening one of his most important arteries.

“Got enough for your story?” He asks with his eyes closed, tossing the knife aside and running his hands up his body roughly, making sure to squeeze and tug crazedly at every turn.

“Yes, thank you.” Regulus moans when he’s tossed back onto the ground, Remus taking charge of licking over every part he’s traced. “Thank you.”

“Can’t wait to read what I inspire.” Remus huffs before taking one of his breasts into his mouth, sucking a bright hickie above one of his nipples.

“What makes you think this is going to be what I finally let you read?”

He laughs darkly before switching over to the other side, “Fine, you don’t have to let me read anything.”

Regulus submits to his mouth, letting him perform his rendition of truly devouring him. Taking swallows of air between sucking marks onto his skin, sinking his teeth into him, and pulling like he might really tear the flesh off his bones. He gives his best performance for his little love, lost in the fantasy of truly taking him limb from limb. The boy just lays there, getting dirt under his fingernails as he fists the earth through the sacred pain of Remus losing the handle on his control after a long day of work.

At some point, the knife is back in his hand and his shorts are around his knees.

Regulus never liked this pair of underwear anyway.

 

Notes:

Siri is coming….back home 💋
Comments about how u think the reuniting will go are appreciated or on little piece of meat reg.
Much love if you’ve read this far.🖤

Chapter 11: Vexation

Summary:

Sirius is coming back home.

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Sirius POV

 

At the start of all this, Sirius thought he’d be dreading the flight back home.

He’d just spent months assimilating to life in Europe, an ocean away from the hell that was small-town America. The offer to get out of his house first thing after senior year was beyond tempting. Leaving everything he’s ever known for a little while to escape the mundanity of wind-stripped trees and beige buildings brought him visions of what his life could be; parties where the music didn’t need lyrics, just trance-inducing bass, clothes with labels he wouldn’t dare cut out, no matter how much they itched, and maybe, for fucking once, a distraction from his unhealthy addiction to Regulus Black.

Regulus cravings had become worse than that for a cigarette, the longer he was away from him the more he’d find himself sitting on the stairs of their dorm building trying to find him in the faces of passersby. Regulus would fit right in here, he’d love it just as much as he did. God, the smokes sucked in Paris, nothing like Remus’.

If he thought it was bad when he had the boy just across the hall, he certainly didn’t anticipate how it would feel when he had Regulus an ocean away, unreachable unless he lost his mind and booked a ridiculously priced ticket in the middle of the semester. Which he considered about four times towards the tail end. Sleep didn’t come easy, almost like he never really caught up with the jet lag, his body still practicing a circadian rhythm he longed so badly to return to. The one he’d so carefully crafted with Regulus once he started transitioning.

Once Sirius got his car it was all downhill from there. Reg would sit in his passenger, eyes stuck on something on a screen, replying to comments Sirius would later put together, and Sirius would bait the reclusive thing out with coffee and rides to school. He’d play all of his favorite songs for Reg and see which ones garnered a reaction, a sly grin curling upwards when he’d catch the song added to Reg’s playlist on their shared app. To stall time in place of going home they’d walk aimlessly around malls and book shops, Sirius just following wherever Reg’s curious hands led. Usually, it’d be over to books with ornate hardcovers and the boy’s clothing section, hoodies, and textbooks that definitely wouldn’t be described as casual reading, but Reg had declared them as such. And the look of clearing in those stormy eyes when Sirius pulled one of those books out from behind his back or tossed some oversized hoodie in his lap? That look would cure every ailment in Paris.

Anybody would look at those gestures and think them innocent displays of brotherly affection, perhaps indulgent, but Sirius knew himself better. He knew he was so deeply selfish at the end of every restless day and sleepless night.

New gifts meant Reg taking up the space in his bed with said new gift. He never understood when he heard his friends complain about their siblings coming into their room, he’d only look at Reg and hoped he wouldn’t retreat across the hall any time soon. Fall asleep in his bed, even, he’d take the floor or stay up burning through his supply while he hung out the window and just watched.

Why would he ever kick Reg out of his room? The house was downright depressive, cold, and isolating. Devoid of anything but hospital-like sterility that made him twitch with unspent energy under his skin during silent nights, bugs crawling in the haunting silence. Not that Reg talked much anyway, but the things in the dark didn’t crawl nearly as violently when he had Reg in his sight, sitting against his headboard with some book about something like the inception of gentlemen’s clubs, or clacking away on the laptop covered with the stickers that came with Sirius’ skate shop purchases, because why wouldn’t he give them to Reg to peel and stick in some meticulously messy way?

Perhaps it became a problem when Reg came out to him and they got to looking for new names.

Sirius already had his contender picked, he was holding a book on asteroids when he brought it up and hoped Reg wouldn’t want to read it for himself, because he’d find that Sirius was just pretending he’d naturally come across it.

Regulus.

It was like they’d made a blood pact to kill their younger sister behind their parent's back, the one that still lived somewhere in Regulus’ anatomy, taking her out in this ritualistic fashion that left a made new boy, naked and writhing in the soot of her ashes.

It fit him so well, everything seemed to fall into place so rapidly after that. Perhaps he’d gone a bit overboard, but then again, perhaps not. Regulus had no way of knowing that this ritual of becoming was beginning to drive him a bit mad. If Sirius was next in line to become the king of their post-modern monarchy then that made Regulus a forever prince, untouched by responsibility and the constraints of pre-destination. Sirius would take the throne any day if it meant Regulus got to keep typing away at whatever he was working on while Sirius held up pieces of his old clothes for his choosing like a personal stylist. He couldn’t help it, dressing the boy in his bed with his clothes and donating his favorite belt to the worthy cause (the one with loops all through it, so he could make any pair of pants fit). The shirts and sweaters didn’t matter, Regulus liked it when those were big, they hid his chest, whatever little there was. Sirius felt like crushing his knuckles between his teeth when he’d look up from choosing a vinyl to see Regulus with the sleeves of one of his sweaters pulled over his hands, chewing a nubby thumbnail like he always does when editing.

He was so oblivious to what he was doing to Sirius. Was it a bit self-absorbed to fall for a boy who exclusively wore his clothing and learned everything he knew from him? Yes, and he didn’t care one bit, mini-him or not, the clothes didn’t make Regulus. It was his deadpan humor and dark intellect that drove Sirius insane, he hung on every word Regulus blessed his ears with, especially when he didn’t know when he’d hear that voice next.

Well, he thought Regulus was oblivious.

When Sirius goes looking for answers he usually finds them, even if that includes breaking a few moral codes and jeopardizing long-built mutual respect, but can you blame him? Regulus could have been hiding anything from him, he worried and contemplated it for a week before he asked him to go downstairs to refill their mugs. The moment he heard the first creak at the top of the stairs, he made a break for his laptop before the screen could go idle. He had his phone camera ready, not even studying what he was taking pictures of as he clicked through the open tabs before returning to the one Regulus was working on.

Really, he thought Regulus was writing a fantasy novel, a murder mystery even, but what he found was even more rewarding. He sat in a far corner as he backtracked his brother's online identity while his flesh and blood form continued typing away against his pillows in that very same room. Regulus looked none the wiser when Sirius’ eyes flickered from his screen to the boy and back.

One of the pictures was of a tab he had opened to a website he’d never seen before, and in the right corner, what he assumed had to be Regulus’ username.

Hearseofthelion

He suppressed an audible chuckle at his little brother's flair for morbidity, but Regulus snapped his eyes up without moving his head, gauging if it was worth asking Sirius what he was laughing at on his phone. Sirius dropped the smile immediately and got to looking up the name on this website, and of course, Regulus had his account locked to people without accounts, because why would he ever make this easy on him?

Seriously, what kind of a website has a waiting list to make an account?

Sirius was ready to play the long game though, and three long days later he had been bestowed the privilege of picking his username. He went for something that wouldn’t tip Regulus off to his identity so he picked the name Remus and James used to affectionately tease him about his taste for puppy play.

P4DF00T

Numbers for letters because you couldn’t beat Sirius’ scene phase out of him if you tried.

He was in, the full catalog of Regulus’ writing before him at his disposal. It was hundreds of thousands of words, with all kinds of tags and warnings attached. Sirius would be lying if he said he didn’t spend a week and sleepless nights eating chapter after chapter of his little brother's work in secret. He left likes and vague but encouraging comments, sometimes pointing out the things he liked or his excitement for more to come. More often than not he was commenting on how inarguably hot some of the scenes were. The writing had no lack of explicit content, and even the word explicit seemed tame, he began to wonder if Regulus was really as innocent as he let on.

How in the world did Regulus know how any of this worked? Last week he had this saintly image of his little brother, stuttering at the very mention of his first kiss and blushing when the topic of packers came up. So, how was this the same boy who was writing in stunning detail about the ins and outs of the relationships between submissives and their doms, the negotiation that needs to happen before CNC, and painting vivid images of a boy reminiscent of himself getting used by two men at once? It made Sirius’ head spin, dizzy with the images and the way blood evacuated his head en route to another.

He thought that’d be the end of it, he’d saved the longest piece for last, choosing to dedicate an entire weekend to the work containing more than a hundred thousand words, where he’d lock himself up in his room while Regulus spent the weekend at the Rosier’s residence just in case of the event he needed to shove his hand in his underwear and rub one out with the hand that wasn’t scrolling. His eyes ran over the words greedily.

Nothing could have prepared him for it, and he means nothing because this wasn’t some long-term passion project of Regulus’. No, it was a detailed diary of Sirius and Regulus’ endeavors interspersed with scenes that rivaled any pornsite he’d ever visited. He actually sat up in bed and had to pace his room when it dawned on him.

If Sirius and Regulus went to a coffee shop, it’d be detailed from Regulus’ character picking his outfit to the road head he gave Sirius’. Clothes shopping became a quickie in the dressing room. Sitting in a room that sounded exactly like Sirius’ was written into Regulus biting a bunch of his bedsheets to keep quiet as he was taken from behind because their mother was downstairs.

Sirius didn’t even need porn anymore, he had his favorite chapter numbers memorized by heart. If he wanted a new chapter he’d take Regulus on a little outing, and watch as his brother typed furiously when they got home. P4DF00T would be the first to comment, no matter what time of night Hearseofthelion was posting.

It was the sweetest poison he’d ever tasted, again, worse than cigarettes. He’d spend his nights mainlining Regulus’ work then having to live with him across the hall, in his room, in his car, in his proximity at all times. Sirius loved secrets, hearing them, having them, and keeping them, and this was by far his most dangerous one. He was playing with the idea of fire, trying not to burn himself or Regulus in the process. At first, it was hard, to stop himself from bringing it up or acting on it. Regulus wanted it, he wanted it, so what was the harm?

He thought he could run it past Remus, or maybe James, but he crossed those ideas out as soon as he started trying to formulate the words of confession it’d take.

I’ve been obsessing over the porn my little brother writes that is very obviously about us.

I’ve been stalking my little brother online and it’s getting out of hand.

Do I wait for him to make the first move or should I? Because he’d never make the first move.

None of that would do, so he kept his secret locked up tight right beside Regulus’.

It was driving him mad, he’d surely succumbed to some of that Black family genealogy, but there had never been a union this close in the family, meaning that in typical Sirius fashion, he’d managed to find a way to take it a step too far. So, for now, it would all be in his head.

He’d started to join Regulus in bed instead of resigning to the floor when they’d listen to music in his room, silently fist pumping into the air when Regulus would doze off against his side. Sirius let his eyes linger when he’d change in his room, which in itself held a whole new connotation now that he knew Regulus’ dirty little secret, was he doing it on purpose? Their outings started to feel like dates in his deluded mind, spoiling Regulus with anything he wanted to eat or do, and opening doors for him like they do in the movies; he’d be rocked with victorious joy when they’d be described as such in Regulus’ new chapter. Physical affection came next, slinging his arm around him in measured amounts of time as they walked into parties and reluctantly letting him go once they went their separate ways, hoping it left a tingle where they’d touched on Regulus as it did for him. He’d let Regulus throw his legs into his lap when they sat on the couch, then subsequently jump to opposite ends of the couch when they’d hear somebody coming. Which had to mean something, Regulus knew it wasn’t entirely innocent either.

Yeah, Sirius was losing his mind, and at a rapid pace.

Daydreams and fleeting touches threatened to snowball out of control towards the end of the summer. His thoughts and eyes started to wander to those perpetually pouted lips, his hands itched to test the circumference of his waist, and he feared that their secretly shared fantasy was starting to threaten the boundaries of reality.

Sirius couldn’t get Remus to hit him hard enough for it, no matter how rough he was treated no punishment was enough to silence the echo chamber in his mind and quell the raw desire crawling under his skin.

He’d asked to get his arms bound behind his back the day he dared to creep into Regulus’ room and rifle through his drawers for forbidden treasures. In the bottom drawer of his brother's nightstand, he found neatly folded underwear and rolled-up socks. Deciding not to take anything too obvious he dug to the bottom for an older pair and bumped into something rubbery and dense. Toys.

It set him on fire, comparing the sizes and shapes of them to Regulus, imagining him in the dead of night getting them wet with his mouth and trying to stifle his noises in case Sirius heard him from across the hall. He’d fantasized about Regulus doing filthy things to himself at the same time Sirius was. Were they thinking about each other? Would Regulus realize a pair of his underwear had gone missing? Sirius was having too much fun.

So, he had to leave. He had to pull back before he burned Regulus, before fantasy became reality and he ruined something as perfect as him. Regulus could write all he wanted but that didn’t mean it was what he wanted, right? So, when James tossed him an application talking about spending the fall semester across the ocean, he penned his name on the line and walked it right to his advisor's office. He needed to detox so he could maybe think clearly about all of this. Let this be an unspoken blip in his relationship with Regulus, blame it on the forced proximity and heat of the summer months.

Leaving Remus was harder than that though, Regulus was a silent rage that just lingered outside his room while he packed, but Remus begged for answers. He wanted to know what Sirius was running from because he could practically smell it on him, his secret, and the dirty sheen it left on his skin. In some ways, Sirius thought Remus might have already known, because he seemed to have a slightly all-seeing gaze when it came to Sirius like his eyes were so transparent he could see straight into his tortured mind. Maybe the way he talked about Regulus and his pleas for Remus to take care of him gave it all away. Regulus could handle himself, Remus insisted, but he knew him better than that. His little brother would take up the same manic habits he had, and become reckless in his absence as a way to rebel. He was dramatic, he’d act like a scorned lover even if they never took it further than cautious cuddles, it made tears well up in Sirius’ eyes when he thought about it on the plane over there; what Regulus was thinking after being given the most attention filled summer of his life only to be left alone in that house.

Regulus didn’t text or call him at all for the first weeks and Sirius didn’t blame him one bit, just kept commenting on his work (even the ones he’d already read) just so he could get Hearseofthelion to reply with sweet words and too many exclamation points. He was content with that until he had gotten particularly sulky and called him that fateful night, going unanswered too many times to count, texting more times than what was sane. But, when he got news from his boots on the ground that Regulus was found sandwiched between the neighborhood bad boys in one of his shirts. He was walking the streets of Paris aimlessly, shouting into his phone until he got word from Remus that Regulus had been knocked out in his bed after confessing he was planning on losing his virginity that night.

Jealousy would not have been the appropriate reaction to that. Disgust, second-hand embarrassment, concern, anything would have been better than the stomach-churning fury that raged through every sense and nerve ending in his body. It hadn’t even occurred to him, Regulus being with somebody else that is, but Regulus wasn’t his, was he? He smoked until his hands shook from the way his heart raced and his head pounded, trying to wash away the idea of those idiots having their hands all over Regulus and the way he’d wash Regulus clean if it ever were to happen.

Well, he thought, if that’s what Regulus wanted he’d provide it for him because there wasn’t a thing in this world Sirius wouldn’t do for him. Tear their namesakes from the sky so they could get a better look? Sirius would be back in eight light years. Perhaps it’d be a good idea that Regulus didn’t share his first time with his brother, actually. It’d be the right thing to do, in fact.

“You want me to do what?” He could hear Remus sitting up in bed, probably thinking he hadn’t heard Sirius correctly.

“C’mon, he’s cute, right? If he’s so hell-bent on it I’d rather he do it with somebody I can trust.”

“I mean, yeah, but you know how this sounds right? ‘Oh, hey babe! Can you take my little brother's virginity? How was work by the way?’ I don’t think that’s entirely normal, you know?” Sirius wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him, nothing about their predicament was normal. Not one damn bit of it.

He sighed deeply into the phone, trying to figure out how to explain in a way that didn’t immediately sound off every alarm bell in Remus’ head, but his loving kinda-boyfriend, he cut to the core of it all real quick.

“Did something happen? Between you two?”

Sirius chewed his lip and looked up to the heavens for some respite, but God was cruel to sinners like him. He was damned to come out with it on his own.

“I found out some stuff, and I don’t want you to say anything until I finish, okay?”

“Alright, shoot.” He gruffed on the other end, trying not to sound too trepidatious.

“So, let’s say that I found out Regulus was writing about how we would…have sex, in explicit detail,” And he means explicit. “and, I’ve sort of been feeding into it against my better judgment, and now I think he’s doing all of this in spite of me.” He doesn’t say anything else for a moment, unwilling to share more detail than that. “Okay, I’m done.”

There was silence on the other end for a long while, long enough that Sirius was about to call out again thinking Remus had just hung up on him in disgust, but he was cut off.

“So, that’s why he got all jealous this morning.”

“What!?”

“Nothin’, it just came up in conversation that you were my sub and he got all pissy and tried to run out on me with no pants on.” Remus laughed shortly, laughed. “I was wondering what the hell was up with you two.” It sounded like he was just casually making coffee on the other end, clinking and the beeping of the machine sounded on the other end, and Sirius could see Remus holding the phone with his shoulder pressed to his ear. “So, you’re saying he started it?”

Sirius responded even though he was reeling on the other end, “Yeah.”

“Be lucky I’m as much of a weirdo as you are because this is weird.”

“Yeah.” He said more quietly, shoulders falling with dropped tension.

“What is it you need me to do then? Get a confession? I’m not a cop, ya’ know?” He could hear him take a hearty sip.

“Just, watch him for me?”

“And fuck him too, apparently.” Remus snorts.

“Well, when you put it like that it sounds bad!” Sirius whined, “But, yes.”

“I can’t force him to, but if my Black calculations are correct, I think he’s got his sights set on me already.”

“Really? What’d he do?” He noticed he’d set it a little too eagerly too late.

“What do you want from me? A play-by-play?”

Maybe he did, and that’s what he got almost nightly. The dirty details of Regulus Black and Remus Lupin’s affairs and the slow but sure way that Sirius Black had made his way into them. Remus insisted on reading what Regulus had written; to read what started it all between the brothers, but Sirius was greedy. He had to give it up once Regulus posted about his “brother's best friend” though, it’d be rude to keep that masterpiece from its muse.

He had no doubt Remus would take good care of him, but he didn’t expect Regulus to become the reigning prince over the damn trailer kingdom. Remus was talking about how he’d been kicked out of his own bed on multiple occasions, Regulus claiming his face as a throne, and the way his bottom drawer had become equal parts of both of the brother’s clothing. Sirius felt jealousy in a much different way than he did before; he wanted to be there more than anything. He wanted to watch it all go down, wanted to be an active participant in the pseudo-tri-matrimony. He knew how to spoil Regulus better than anybody else in the world, but Remus could boast knowing Regulus inside and out, he wanted to join the ranks.

It felt like a pull, a compass that pointed to where that trailer sat on cinderblocks, surrounded by untouched land and far from prying eyes. Even so far away he could feel its magnetism, it’s where his two loves were loving without him. He could complete them, he could bring true balance and link both of them more securely than ever. He was missing in action.

His hands shook while he packed, leaving Europe with more belongings than he came with, gifts for the people he loved and left. Unwilling to leave a single item he doubled up on shirts and jackets and got onto the airport shuttle, his hands still shaking with the force of which he held down two buttons on his phone, turning it off for the foreseeable future.

 

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Regulus POV

 

The weekend couldn’t come fast enough, Sirius would be back Monday for Christmas break, then he’d be his and Remus’ for – for the rest of time he supposed. Remus was waiting for him as soon as school let out, having finished work early in anticipation of keeping Regulus hostage in his bed until they could go pick Sirius up from the airport. The picture he’d sent him this morning didn’t help.

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Remus: You better not be wearing that to school.

Remus: They don’t have a dress code where you’re going? Jesus Christ.

He was ecstatic that it had worked in his favor, he silently thanked Sirius for leaving him such an heirloom; that cropped Nine Inch Nails shirt fated for greatness.

“You walked around all day like that? Ain’t you cold?” Remus didn’t take his eyes off the almost missable slip of midriff between the cut hem and the top of his jeans. He grabbed Regulus’ book bag and threw it in the back seat before leaning over the center console to happily accept a quick kiss before they set off.

“Freezing, actually. Need something to warm me up.” Regulus smirked, propping his head up on the console and looking up at him mischievously, which earned him another kiss at a red light.

“You excited?” He didn’t need to name what he was referencing, they’d been talking about it all week.

“I have no idea what I want to do first. Scream at him or kiss him.” The topic had lost all of its weight months ago.

“Could do both at the same time, but I think I’d go for kissing him first.” Remus shrugged, reaching a hand over to pet Regulus’ stomach under his shirt, making the boy arch in his seat into the touch, he hadn’t seen Remus since last weekend and he was seriously missing the raspy noise of his chapped palms against his skin. “Who knows maybe you two will just have a go at each other first thing.”

“You think? I don’t know I’d seduce him into that.” He played dumb, too busy running his hands up Remus’ taught forearms and squeezing.

“I don’t think you’d need to try too hard. You’re irresistible.” His outfit seemed to be working like magic because Lupin’s fingers were undoing the button and zipper of his pants and getting lost underneath the waistband of his underwear. He leaned to one side slightly and drove with one hand, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Mm, can’t wait til’ we get home can you?” Regulus tutted, lifting his hips a little to let Remus run them between his folds.

“I can’t wait another second, actually.” He cupped his hand and let a finger slip in without resistance, Regulus having been worked up all day practically.

His mouth dropped a bit dumbly, and he dug his nails into Remus’ arm like he’d found out he liked. His boss was never around to question why he was covered in kitten scratches from his blunt nails tearing up his skin. At another red light, he was able to really reach into him and start curling his fingers, leaning over to meet Regulus halfway and lock lips messily while the boy rocked his hips. The angle must have been strenuous for Remus’ wrist and arm but he gave no indication of it as he kept circling his fingers in his heat, letting him hump to his heart's content, whining and gasping into his mouth.

Somebody behind them honked, the light had turned green, and maybe this is why foreplay isn’t for the road. Remus didn’t dare retract his hand, Regulus keeping it right where it needed to be while they chuckled and sped forward once more.

He kept it up until they got to the rocky stretch up to his property, which is when he had to use both hands on the wheel. Not before cleaning his fingers off with his mouth and instructing a blushing and breathless Regulus to; “Keep those unbuttoned.”

Regulus was slick between the thighs as he climbed out of the truck and was immediately caught by the waist by Remus who had walked around the back of the truck instead of the front like he always does to catch him off guard. His mouth was instantly back on his, walking him backward up the steps, stumbling and smiling into each other's mouths. He messed up his hair while he rummaged through his pockets for his keys, keeping Regulus pressed up on the door and poking blindly for the keyhole. The door shook as he rammed it in and twisted it, catching themselves before they fell inside. He caught his bottom lip and used it as a leash between his teeth just to hear him groan when he pulled him down a bit more, Remus had to crouch to reach Regulus, ducking and following the pull of his teeth inside before pivoting to slam him against the closed door. Their panting and frivolous kissing filled their ears in the silence.

Remus dropped his keys on the floor in favor of groping Regulus’ ass under his jeans, hands bulging under the fabric as he kneaded the boy ruthlessly, kissing each other like they’d been deprived of it for years. Regulus loved it, loved him, loved the way Remus couldn’t wait a single second before ravaging him.

“Can I taste you?” He begged against his lips, shoulders hunched and tongue coming to flick over his parted lips.

“Magic word?” Regulus shook his head lightly with a click of his tongue, grinning at full force.

“Please, baby?” He said it so sweetly with his eyes closed, pressing their foreheads together, how could Regulus deny it? He was also already tugging down his pants and underwear in one go the self-assured bastard. “Pleeease?” Remus whispered.

Regulus rolled his eyes, his senses overtaken by pure unadulterated Remus. It was all he could see, smell, feel, taste. “Only ‘cause you asked so nicely, Daddy.” He pressed a kiss to his nose before Remus dropped.

He watched his fingers tangle in his locks, studying the sandy blonde highlights he found amongst the chestnut brown, then the brightest part of him; his pink tongue flattening itself against him, licking a stripe up his center to his belly button before sucking a mark on his hip bone. Saying grace before his meal, keeping his plate steady with a grip on his hipbones. Remus Lupin made such a pretty picture on his knees.

Satisfied with the deep purple oval he left over his favorite mole, he nudged Regulus’s legs further apart with his knee and pushed his pants down to his ankles before craning his head to dive mouth first for his clit. Regulus threw his head back onto the door with a thud and a sharp cry, eyes screwed shut.

“Such a good boy, Daddy–Mm!” Regulus praised, earning him a tightening of the suction around him and a fluttering of Remus’ tongue. He kept him pressed between his legs by the hold he had on the locks at the top of his head, the roots thick with a long day’s sweat, he didn’t care one bit, digging his nails into his scalp to make him groan deeply.

He opened his eyes and came face to face with the roof as he panted, bucking his hips and riding Remus’ tongue as it prodded for his hole. He was about to shift his gaze downwards to watch the whole ordeal, rolling his eyes down to land on his devoted dom, but something on the couch made him seize up. Remus only went harder, thinking he was doing something so deliciously right.

Regulus thinks Remus’s tongue has him hallucinating.

Sirius Black was lounging back on the couch, arm thrown over the back of it and legs spread wide, an indulgent smirk on his face as he watched. His face split and an eyebrow quirked upwards once he realized he’d gotten his little brother’s attention. He challenges him with the simple tilt of his head, pure mischief in his look, and a little wave of his hand that Regulus could only interpret as; Go on.

He’s wearing these pants, so tight Regulus can make out the bulge in the center of his parted legs, he only draws more attention to it by running a hand over it. Regulus’ knees threaten to give, but Remus only holds him up to the door harder. He whines, at a total loss for words, unsure of what to do. Remus would like to know Sirius was ten feet behind him, watching him eat out his little brother, but he could read his brother's mind, and see the challenge at hand. He could tear his face from off his pussy and turn him about by his shoulders, revealing the intruder, and then maybe they can go about this reunion the right way.

But, the two brothers in the room are practically speaking telepathically when they agree on one thing; where’s the fun in that?

“Oh, fuck! Siri!” Regulus moans from somewhere deep in his chest, throwing his head back dramatically, set on total destruction.

Remus pulls back slightly, rubbing his face side to side against his cunt and just getting himself absolutely filthy, his smile has never looked so handsome than when his lips were glistening with Regulus. “Miss him that much, baby?” The little breaths of his chuckle do horrible things to him.

He locks eyes with his brother across the room, Regulus’ hands in Remus’ hair and Sirius’ undoing his belt as quietly as possible.

“I’ve missed him more than anything, Daddy.” He says with a level voice, twisting his fingers to get a good grip before stuffing Remus’ mouth once more, not letting his eyes close for a moment too long as he drinks in his brother.

He gasps as Remus begins his ministrations once more, and Sirius is pulling out his cock as he busies Remus’ attention with fucking into his mouth. Regulus bites his lip at the sight of Sirius, licking his palm before taking himself in his hand and stroking, mirroring his little brother to keep quiet. Regulus lets out a breathless little noise and nods down towards Remus before cocking his head.

Look at how I’ve got him.

Sirius shakes his head, eyebrows drawn close as he twists his wrist dirtily. His chest shakes silently like a laugh.

I can’t fucking believe it.

“Remus, your fingers.” He demands without looking down at him, feeling like a bit of a show-off at the moment. Remus nods against his cunt, and without a word or hesitation gives Regulus two of his fingers, making his knees buckle slightly when he curls them in the exact right place.

“Good dog.” He rubs it right in Sirius’ face, malice on his tongue and pleasure on his face. Remus keens with his mouth full, pushing up to reach deeper into Regulus. Sirius strokes himself faster, taking advantage of Lupin’s distraction to shuffle his pants down a bit further and give Regulus a glorious view of himself.

Their gaze would have cut through anybody that stood between them, Regulus’ noises were more for him than for Remus, wanting to see what would make his brother twitch. They held a silent determination to fuck with each other in a way only they could understand, poor Remus only a pawn in their brotherly spat.

I missed you so much.

“I can’t wait for Sirius to get here – right there – what was it you said you were gonna’ do to him?” Regulus panted, dropping himself onto Remus’ well-practiced mouth and fingers. Remus delayed in his answer for a moment, bobbing his head vulgarly in that way that made Regulus feel insanely good.

“Fuck you in front of him? Or the one about not letting him come until he makes you come?” Remus popped off quickly, too lost in his task to properly look up at him before getting right back to it.

“Both.” He thunks his head on the door and lets his eyes roll back, brought closer by the absence and return Remus’ warm mouth around him. When he opens his eyes he finds Sirius in a similar state, bottom lip caught and expression pinched with his eyes locked on the quickening hand around himself. They were both close, Regulus had never seen it for himself but that must be what Sirius looks like when he is.

“Siri!” He whines, bucking his hips faster and making his voice high and desperate, “Siri, Siri, Siri…” he chants, watching his brother come apart before him. Sirius throws his head back onto the couch cushions, having slouched down a bit now, screwing his eyes shut like he couldn’t bear the sight any longer. Regulus can’t take his eyes off of him.

Remus is relentless, already an expert in calling when Regulus is close, and he doesn’t let up for anything, not even when Regulus holds his head still while he ruthlessly thrusts onto his tongue.

“Gonna’ come in your mouth, Daddy.” He chokes out and Remus encourages him with a groan, the hand on his hip squeezing reassuringly. “Fuck!” He spits, looking down at Remus’ set brow and his hollowed cheeks, “Siri–us!” he grunts before he’s on his toes, thighs twitching as he almost suffocates poor Remus below him. He takes it in stride, moaning along with his little lover coming undone on his tongue. Regulus comes harder than he ever has, eyes searching upwards to lock with Sirius’ who has a hand over his mouth as he spills over his fist in lengthy ropes, hips coming off the couch altogether. Regulus could come again at the very sight.

Remus kitten licks him through the contractions of his orgasm, a satisfied smile on his face as Regulus absentmindedly pets his soiled face.

“You know I’m not Sirius right?” Remus grins against his thigh, planting wet kisses on the milky inside of it.

Regulus runs a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face and locking eyes with Remus still on his knees before him. He throws his chin in the direction of the couch. “Yeah, but he is.”

Sirius beams with pride at his brother. Remus whips around in horror.

“How the fuck did you get in here!?” He demands, but his confusion melts into an affectionate amusement.

“I had a key made months ago,” Sirius said hoarsely but with a smile on his face. Remus turns back to him.

Oh, his voice, it was right there; no longer filtered through a phone. So crisply there between his ears. It rattled every cell in him to run into his arms.

Too bad his pants were around his ankles.

“He was there the whole time?”

“Uh-huh,” Regulus says lazily, both brothers too lost in their post-orgasmic hazes to be particularly perturbed at the moment. Remus gets up, grumbling to himself and joints popping as he rises from the floor.

“Fuckin’ unbelievable, the both of you.” He ambles over to Sirius who is still slouched into the couch with a dopey grin. “Glad we got that out of the way.” Remus braces both hands on either side of Sirius’ head on the couch and the two meet halfway to press a bruising kiss to each other’s lips, mumbling something that sounded like breathy hello’s. “Put your dicks away. Both of you.” He goes back to grumbling, starting on a pot of coffee.

Sirius and Regulus looked at each other from across the trailer; Regulus still leaned up on the door with his pants around his ankles, the insides of his thighs shiny, and Sirius melted into the couch, softening with stains drying onto his shirt.

They’ve never laughed harder.

Notes:

Next chap will be a direct continuation, hugs and kisses to u all 💖 if u read this far I lub u actually

Chapter 12: Yeah Boy & Doll Face

Summary:

Sirius is back.

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He’s back.

He’s here; Sirius is across the room and not across the world.

Regulus could spit up his heart from how it swells and clogs up his throat, trying to push itself out of his very body. It’s a relief that he’s never felt, seeing his brother sitting on the couch just a few feet away, it threatens to make his knees weak. He could slide down the wall and burst into tears, asking why he even thought to leave him in the first place. He could tumble forward and cling onto him, begging him never to leave again.

Instead, they laughed.

Regulus didn’t need to look over to feel the look Remus was throwing them. He’d probably gone off to the kitchen to get out of the line of fire, but now that Sirius was actually here Regulus couldn’t own up to his promise of yelling at him.

Especially with both of their pants still off.

He was still slumped against the wall where Remus had pinned him, pants around his ankles and bones weak from an orgasm. Sirius was parallel to him, smiling dopily from the pits of the couch while their delirious laughs tapered off. Well, if Regulus was going to get any closer than this, the first order of business was to pull his pants back on, unless he was to shuffle awkwardly across the trailer.

“So, how was Europe?” He said while pulling his pants back on, Remus’ drying saliva was making his inner thighs cold.

Sirius took the cue to tuck himself away and spoke while doing up his belt. “Torture.”

While crossing forward, Regulus caught sight of Remus leaning up against the kitchen sink sipping on a mug, wide eyes darting between the two. As if he couldn’t comprehend seeing the two in the same room after everything that had happened like he had a live bomb threatening to go off in his house.

“That so?” Regulus stood in front of his brother with his hands on his hips, a smirk tugging at his lips. “It was torture to live in Paris with your best friend for months away from this town and our parents?”

Sirius looked up at him reverently, silver eyes jumping from his outgrown hair to the shirt he wore, to his hips, and back up to his lips. His mouth was slightly parted, his eyebrows drawn up like it hurt to look at Regulus and not touch him.

“–Away from you,” His hands twitched at his sides. “And Remus.”

Remus lifted his mug in cheers but didn’t intervene.

“Are we going to talk about it?” Regulus arched an eyebrow, shifting to cross his arms.

“About what?” His brother paid him one of those canine-flashing grins. The kind where his whole face lit up but his eyes managed to stay half-lidded and dark, it made Regulus want to forget his whole little plan of torturing Sirius until he couldn’t bear it. He was close.

They both knew damn well the Black family did not talk about things, there was only coming to a silent mutual conclusion using exchanged looks and facial expressions from a safe distance.

“Remus feeding you information the whole semester–” The older boy sputtered somewhere beyond his line of vision, “–And you being my brother and all.” Regulus rolled his eyes as if that was all secondary.

Sirius chuckled, tongue running over his teeth and head falling back onto the couch. Regulus’ lips rolled in on themselves as he tried to contain a similar laugh. Who was he kidding, they wouldn’t be talking about any of this shit right now.

“Doesn’t every great author have some unconventional relationship that inspires them?” Sirius’ voice vibrated low, throat straining, jaw twitching. Regulus felt his mouth water, zeroed in on what still felt like a mirage of his ultimate desire.

Regulus scoffed, and in an instant, he was kneeling forward on the couch, straddling the solid form of his brother on the couch whose hands caught his hips without a second thought. Their noses bumped with Regulus’ position having him taller than Sirius at the moment, they didn’t even flinch at the proximity. They knew, they both knew how badly the other wanted this. There was no doubt or reservations, they were made of the same stuff. They came from the same cloud of dust that swirled in space before they were carbon forms. Their atoms came from the same source and vibrated at a synchronized rate. Wherever Regulus was, Sirius was right there with him, there was no question.

His hands were on him, sliding under his shirt, touching him with intention for the first time; Regulus was on the verge of consuming him whole.

“Talk later?” Regulus proposed.

“Later.” Sirius nodded before surging up.

The force of their lips meeting had Regulus leaning back in his lap, limp to it, and wrapping his arms around Sirius’ neck before he fell backward. Regulus’ body had pins and needles running all through it, every hair stood on end, and his hands felt every strand of his brother’s hair caught in their grasp. He felt alive, complete, and aware of every single secret of the universe. At first, they just held each other’s lips deeply, drawing in ragged breaths through their noses, seeing stars behind their eyes.

That was before Regulus opened his mouth fully for Sirius who groaned the moment he found Regulus’ tongue offering itself up. Silk soft and wet, twin warm mouths and full lips clashing, it was enough to get drunk off of. The messy and hot kind of drunk that you could barely keep your wits through.

“Fucking hell,” Remus said from somewhere when Regulus pushed Sirius back into the couch and plastered their chests together, the older brothers' hands forcing Regulus back into a sinful arch forward. Their heads twisted and dipped, finding every angle they could possibly kiss at, their teeth pulled, and tongues lavished like they couldn’t get enough like they were trying to figure something out.

And, no, they were right. They were perfect for each other.

Regulus pulled off only a few inches back and Sirius followed eagerly, Regulus pulled back just out of reach cruelly. A smile split his face at his brother’s pout.

Sirius wanted him. Sirius wanted this.

“Fuck.” He groaned, teeth clenched.

“Yeah,” Regulus sighed, unable to contain his smile, hands still clenched in Sirius’ hair. He was giddy, filled with enough energy to light up a city, it all crackled under his skin and the peaks of his cheeks.

Their eyes jumped all over each other’s face while their chests heaved before they were pulling each other into bone-crushing hugs and laughing again like kids. Sirius tackled Regulus to the side and onto the couch, planting spit-wet kisses all over his face, Regulus felt like he was being slobbered on by a dog rather than his overly excitable brother. He squealed and tried to wrestle out of his grip, Sirius’ hands tickling mercilessly now as they grabbed all over him in dense handfuls.

“I love you. I missed you. What the fuck? What are you doing here? I missed you so much. How have you been? You look so good. I’ve missed so much. Tell me everything.” Sirius spoke between kisses, going down his neck, right over his ears, biting uncontrollably at his ribs, and blowing raspberries into his stomach.

Regulus squirmed and kicked his feet at his brother, laughing harder than he ever had, air filling his lungs for the first time since Sirius left. “Get off me! If you get off I’ll tell you everything! Siri!” He grabbed Sirius’ face and pushed, but he only felt him slobber his palm.

Suddenly neither of them was laughing, because their lips met again, and they were breathing in each other. It was tender this time, tasting sugary sweet even if it was just the two of them. When they pulled apart, Sirius only hovered.

“Missed you.”

“I missed you more.”

“Not as much as I missed you,” Sirius said so grimly Regulus believed it.

Remus cleared his throat and both of them sat up, nearly knocking heads.

Regulus let go of Sirius and pushed him off to aid him in clambering off the couch and over to Remus, sitting up to watch.

“Oh, does my Moony feel left out?” Sirius looped his arms around Remus’ neck and hung, Remus put his coffee down just in time to catch him by the waist, dipping him back for a kiss.

Regulus watched with rapt attention, resting his head on the arm of the couch.

Moony. Remus, who had been his for months kissed and held Sirius like he could predict his every next move. Moved to cater to his brother's every whim with practiced ease. Groaned into his mouth like he’d just tasted the best thing in the world.

When Sirius finally felt like standing on his own two feet Remus’ hands trailed his sides and into his hair, but instead of tangling in it while they kissed like Regulus had, Remus collected it up gently. Pulling strands off the nape of his neck, from his face, swiping behind his ears; making a perfect little ponytail in his hands. It made Regulus’ heart skip a beat, seeing how sweet and familiar the two were together.

Then his breath hitched when Remus used the hair wrapped around his fist to pull Sirius back, tugging his neck into a painful angle. Sirius’ eyes fluttered and his smile bit his bottom lip. Remus dipped to kiss his brother’s neck, and Sirius’ hands came up behind his back without being asked, one hand on each elbow in a line over the small of his back.

A little moan fell from Sirius’ lips when Remus tugged him once more as he surfaced, bringing Sirius face to face with him. Sirius looked up at him like Remus was the full moon, and he the tide swelling with its gravity.

“Missed me?” Remus asked, looking directly into Sirius’ clouded eyes.

Sirius didn’t speak, only nodded as best as he could.

“I missed you so much it hurt.” Remus planted a bruising kiss on his lips and let him go. Regulus watched his brother ease like he wasn’t just completely subdued by the wordless command of a hand in his hair, Sirius went to pulling his mug out of the cabinet, confusion pinching his features at the matching one next to it before realization smoothed his face and he placed that one next to his, filling both.

“So, what did I miss?” Sirius asked while he prepared the two cups.

Regulus pulled himself off the couch and attempted to right himself as he wandered over. “Everything,” He scoffed, falling into Remus’ chest; he was a bit drained and still wobbly from all that’d gone on.

Remus chuckled, looking down at him as he wrapped an arm around him. Regulus hooked his chin into his sternum, and they stared at each other. “Where do we start?” Remus smiled lopsidedly.

“I mean, we can start with…this.” Sirius had turned, waving a finger between the two of them cuddled up. Remus and Regulus rolled their heads toward Sirius, who was watching with clear amusement. “I mean, before I left, Regulus was probably the least touchy person I knew.” He handed his little brother a mug and they took twin sips.

“It’s your fault. If he had never picked me up from that party, I would have never approached him myself.”

“Yeah, I would have never even tried it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you have major resting ‘I will fucking kill you’ face.”

“Thanks.” Regulus deadpanned, not helping his case.

Sirius’ eyes bounced from one of them to the other, lips parted as if he still couldn’t comprehend his two favorite people standing in front of him tucked against each other and talking like a couple explaining how they first met.

“–Then you pretended that you lost your keys, slept in the Wolfman shirt, and got mad at me for catching you in the lie.”

“I forgot about that! You were hot, God forbid drunk me wanted to keep staring at you.”

“Wait, you slept in my shirt?” Sirius finally cut in.

“Technically mine,” Remus muttered, but it went unheard.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but we’re sharing quite a few things now.” Regulus rolled his eyes and gestured to Remus and the shirt he was wearing with his head.

“I let you have Remus; I did not let you borrow my slutty shirt.”

“Let me have Remus?” Regulus cocked an eyebrow, straightening in the taller boy's hold. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Regulus shot Remus a look then Sirius, finding them looking at each other. Remus looked panicked, and Sirius looked caught up, words stuck in his throat.

“I…may or may not have asked Remus to take your virginity.” Sirius tumbled over the words slowly.

“Is that true?!” Regulus twisted to look at Remus.

“I hesitated! Remember?” He fumbled, looking to Sirius for help, then back to Regulus with pleading eyes. “Wanted it to happen naturally and all that!”

“I thought you wanted to…” Regulus said weakly, trying to think back to the first time they were ever intimate. That night on the couch where he had thought one thing had just led to another, it had all felt genuine, like Remus had wanted to do all those things to Regulus of his own volition, not as a favor to his brother.

“No, don’t do that thing.” Remus snapped him out of his thoughts, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “Don’t get in your head, look at me,” Regulus did, face blank but eyes blazing, he stubbornly refused to soften at Remus’ worried expression. “I wanted to do all those things from the moment I saw you in my bed that first night, before Sirius even asked me.” Remus ran his thumb under his right eye.

“I thought you gave into my boyish charm and juvenile attempts at seducing you.” Regulus pouted completely serious in his delivery; Remus only chuckled at his antics.

“Yes, baby, I gave into your boyish charm and irresistible attempts at seduction.” He assured before crouching to peck his lips.

When Regulus graced Remus by returning to cuddle into his chest he realized he’d forgotten Sirius was there. He’s so used to him not being there. He wore this enthralled look, studying their dynamic harder than he’d probably studied anything else in his life.

Regulus was still too busy shooting glares at him to be embarrassed that Sirius witnessed that. Sirius would have to get used to it quickly because sitting on Remus’ lap and whining Daddy until he read to him was kind of a part of his routine now.

“See? I could’ve done it all by myself.”  

“Then, what else?” Sirius pressed on. “Also, scoot over.” He attempted to nestle into Remus’ side too, but Regulus kicked him in the shin.

“No, he doesn’t cuddle with meddlers. He’s mine right now.”

“I haven’t seen him in months! You’ve had him this whole time!”

“Nobody told you to go to Europe.”

Remus sighed, setting his mug down again, not having a moment to drink his damn coffee in peace now. “Here we go.” He lifted each arm, “There, one side for each of you. Happy?”

Sirius smugly tucked himself under his side while Regulus resided to his reluctantly. Remus slid his hand into Regulus’ back pocket after patting his behind twice in a warning. The brothers sipped their coffee menacingly at each other.

“No fighting or neither of you are getting me.”

“Fine.”

“He started it,” Sirius muttered before Remus pinched his side. They fell into silence momentarily after Sirius yelped, but Remus decided to break it, shocking the both of them.

“And then I fell in love with Regulus, the same way I fell in love with you.” He sighed, commandeering the conversation as if just musing to himself. “I couldn’t get enough of him, and I think I might’ve spoiled him a little bit in the process, but he’s what’s kept me sane through all of this.” He paused to kiss the top of Regulus’ head. “And I’m so happy you’re back because we have so much to show you and include you in, the same way we have so much to show Regulus. It’s going to be new, and maybe even a little hard but if you all are happy, I’m fuckin’ elated.”

“Oh, Moony, we love you so much. We’ll behave, won’t we, Reggie?” Sirius said exaggeratedly and both fawned a bit in his arms, looking up at him at the same time and watching Remus flick his head side to side as he tried to look at them both at the same time.

“You two will be the death of me, you know that?” He grinned, settling to kiss Sirius first since Regulus just got one, then he took the taste of Sirius back to Regulus, who got on his toes to accommodate him.

Sirius grinned at his little brother when they parted, still looking so pleased with himself every time he and Remus share a tender moment, like some kind of fucked up matchmaker.

“Come here, you idiot.” Regulus rolled his eyes and held Sirius’ cheek while they exchanged kisses too. God, it still felt so new. He dragged a thumb over the imperceptible stubble on the corners of Sirius’ lips; new but familiar, he corrected himself. “Tell us about Europe.”

 

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Their parents were hardly surprised or happy that Sirius had come back early, only asking him a few surface level questions about his trip and what he’d learned before the two brothers disappeared upstairs. Regulus went to his room only to grab his laptop before crossing over to Sirius’. He threw himself down on the bed like he’d been waiting to do all winter. He could’ve slept in Sirius’ bed if he felt like it but it just felt wrong with him away.

All he wanted to do now was wrap himself up in his sheets and watch him unpack while the music returned to the walls of his room. He never liked silence, and it rubbed off on Regulus, because the house had fallen dreadfully silent without him in it. He relished the lengthy kiss he got as his laptop started up, Sirius stopping to take in the view of Regulus in his bed again. Regulus could finally focus on a half-finished chapter he had started before Sirius left. His eyes kept drifting up past his screen for inspiration.

Sirius told him stories about how he and James would walk into clubs at night and walk out to the sun rising, taking classes in languages they only had surface level knowledge of, taking trains to different countries, how much Regulus would have liked it. How next time he’d take Regulus with him no matter what.

The best part was all the little gifts and trinkets Sirius would find in his bag for Regulus. He’d acquired a little row of presents on the pillow next to him, and a collection of kisses with each one. He was typing furiously by the twelfth one. Maybe Remus wasn’t the only one spoiling him rotten.

Four postcards, a sleeve of macaroons, a new mug for Remus’ already crowded cabinet, two books, a silver and green locket, a snake eating its own tail for a ring, a perfume made from Versailles’ Garden flowers, and a Smiths t-shirt from England.

Regulus nibbled on a half-crushed macaroon while he wrote, Sirius said he could taste them on his lips, Regulus wrote that down. On Sirius’ lips he could taste the cigarettes Remus rolled for him; Sirius full on moaned when he took his first puff in months. He doesn’t remember being happier.

“Are you almost done?” Sirius whined, he’s been laid out by his feet like a dog because Regulus wouldn’t let him sit next to him and risk Sirius reading what was on his screen.

“Almost, just gotta’ post it.” Regulus said, giving one last glance to his settings before clicking the button that would post the new chapter. “Done.”

A second and a half after instantaneously, Sirius’ phone lit up.

“What was that?” Regulus craned to look at his brothers phone on the night stand suspiciously.

“Probably James. Come here.” Sirius was already crawling up towards him, snapping his laptop shut and stacking his presents up on top, setting them over his phone on the bedside table. Regulus forgot all about it as soon as his brother was pulling him to lay on his chest.

Regulus hugged close, throwing a leg over his brother’s torso and sighing contentedly. He closed his eyes like Sirius had and listened to the rhythm of his heart along with the music he played, slow and soft. Something indie for the nighttime hours. Sirius had the arm that Regulus laid on bent so he could scratch at his scalp, and Regulus crawled his hand up his shirt to trace the tattooed patterns on his chest. They stayed like that for a while, not sleeping, just recharging on closeness after the long period of separation.

“Can we talk about it now?” Regulus said without opening his eyes.

“’Course we can, baby.” Sirius’ chest rumbled under his ear.

Baby. The way a boyfriend would say it. The way Remus says it.

“You don’t think it’s…weird?” He liked that they didn’t have to look at each other to have this conversation.

Sirius hummed beneath him, his hand never halting, “No, I love you, you love me, we just show it in a special way. I guess.”

“I’d say.” Regulus snorted, making Sirius laugh too, holding him tighter. “But, we’re like attracted to each other. That’s not normal.”

“When have you ever cared about normal mister ‘I don’t believe in societies conservative constructs’. Besides, we’re hot. Who wouldn’t be.”

“I never said you were hot, you egotistical maniac.”

“Yeah, but you’ve thought it.”

Regulus ran his hand down the runes tattooed down Sirius’ happy trail and sighed exasperatedly. Fine, Sirius is hot. Annoyingly, blisteringly, hot. It Boy type hot.

“You probably think I’m hot because I look like you.” Regulus remarked, and felt Sirius chuckle.

“Would you hate me if I told you I’ve thought about that before?” Regulus gave him a shallow punch to the stomach making Sirius’s laugh turn into a wheeze, but he pressed on. “Like think about it! I grew up with a sister then you started transitioning and you wanted to be just like me. It drove me a little crazy at first, annoyed me even, but as you started getting older and became your own person you just…were Regulus. Are you still my brother? Yes, but its like there’s some kind of separation. To me, you’re just the most perfect boy I’ve ever met.”

Regulus sat up sideways at this, leaning his head on his fist and watching Sirius talk on with his eyes closed, face still emoting to the roof as he spoke.

“You’re mean and smart, and sometimes you say things that can make everyone in a room feel illiterate. You dress like a vampire stuck in the 2000’s, and listen to all the music I like. You’re pretty and handsome at the same goddamn time, and your body–” Sirius sucked in a breath through his teeth like a hiss, giving him a rough little tug to his hair. “Sorry, I got carried away.” He finally opened his eyes, grey meeting sea foam. Waves hitting the edges of a rocky cliff.

“No, please go on.” Regulus smirked, but didn’t let him, cutting him off with a deep kiss. He still couldn’t get enough of doing that. “Nobody can know though, that doesn’t bother you?”

“The only person that has to know is Remus, and if you ever want to start dating somebody we can stop, and we’ll never have to talk about it again.” Sirius assured him seriously before something glimmered in his eyes. “And maybe we can tell James, because he has a raging incest kink and a bit of a crush on you.”

Regulus nearly punched him in the stomach again, but only open handed slapped it, Sirius still dramatically curled in on himself. “Are you fucking serious?”

“I’m al–”

“Don’t.” Regulus drew his arm back for another blow, stopping Sirius before he could get it out.

“James is a problem for a different day though, I have a plan.”

“I literally don’t even want to know.” Regulus settled back into his chest, “So, when we have sex–”

“When?” Sirius wavered momentarily with the whiplash of the sudden conversation change.

“Yes, when we have sex, what’s that going to be like? Because, Remus says I’m a pillow princess, but I think that’s only when it comes to him.”

Sirius seemed to consider this for a moment, or perhaps he was short circuiting, Regulus couldn’t tell.

“Well, I’m sure you know this already, but I’ve always been submissive during sex.”

“Yes, seeing you and Remus in the same room for two minutes has made that abundantly clear, thank you. You can be submissive and still fuck me within an inch of my life though.”

“Reggie…” Sirius squirmed underneath him. “Christ, the mouth on you.”

Regulus snickered, tightening the leg over his torso, and letting himself press it into Sirius’ groin. “Is that not something you want? Are you telling me you’ve never thought about it? I’ve thought about it plenty. You know, I’ve heard you and Remus on the phone.”

Sirius choked, swallowing audibly as Regulus slid the hand on his chest lower, stopping above the waistband of his sweats, but letting his thumb drive under both his pants and boxers, skimming side to side to reveal a bit of hair smattered pelvis. Regulus dropped his voice to whisper into his brother’s ear while he teased.

“Are you going to lie to me and say you’ve never fantasized about what it’d be like? You and me?” Regulus slipped all five fingers into his underwear, and Sirius’ abdomen flexed under his hand, the one in his hair tensing. Regulus scratched his nails through the coarse hairs he found, up and back out of his pants all together, making Sirius sigh shakily like he was holding his breath. “I can show you everything my Daddy taught me, if you’re a good boy and tell me what you want me to do.”

Regulus doesn’t know what’s possessed him, but the words don’t sound like him when they come out. They sound sinisterly sweet and low, coming from a deep part of his chest. Sirius is shaking under him, muscles tensed and cock hardening under Regulus’ thigh. Regulus starts to roll it over his brothers swelling cock. Sirius bucks his hips up into it as gently as he can, as if Regulus wouldn’t notice.

“It’s okay Sirius, you can tell me.” Regulus sweetens the deal by running his hand just shy of the bulge in his brothers pants. Sirius swallows hard and tips his head back.

“Sometimes I think about you…” He trails off as Regulus snakes tighter around him, pressing a kiss right near his ear. “You riding me, and I’m not allowed to touch you.”

Regulus chuckles darkly in his brothers ear, rewarding him with a loose grip on his shaft, still over his clothes. He must be drunk with this new found power, groping around his older brothers body without a care. Sirius lets him.

“Is that what you think about when you touch yourself?” Regulus stops in the middle of kissing up his throat to murmur, and Sirius nods, bottom lip caught in his teeth. “I think of you when I touch myself too.” Sirius gasps wetly at this, cock jumping in Regulus’ hand, which applies pressure and starts rubbing over his hard on.

“I think about fucking your mouth, just so you’ll be quiet for a little while.” Sirius whimpers like a wounded animal. “You’ll have to be quiet, Sirius, can you do that?”

“Mhm.” His brother assures him, lifting his hips into Regulus’ hand. Regulus ignores the burning desire between his own legs to focus on this, this is so much more satisfying. Subduing his valiant, brazen brother and reducing him to whimpering just from rutting the heel of his hand over his hard on.

“I know you can keep quiet, be such a good boy for me.” Regulus reaches into his mind. He searches through everything he’s heard Remus say to his brother, everything he’s written, everything he’s dreamed of whispering into his brothers ear. “Are you going to be a good dog, Siri?”

Sirius tips his head back, pushes his hips into his hand, grips Regulus’ hair, clamps his other hand over his mouth: it’s a full body reaction. Regulus watches with wide eyes, he’s struck a major nerve. Sirius whines behind his hand and nods, removing it and searching for Regulus’ lips, all he has to do is turn his head to find them. They kiss sloppy and wet, Regulus guiding it for the first time. He finds himself becoming a bit rough with Sirius, and his brother only encourages it by placing his free hand over Regulus’ on his cock and squeezing.

“What are you trying to tell me, puppy? What do you want?” Regulus said with a teasing lilt in his voice, knowing that Sirius goes practically nonverbal when puppy play is brought into the mix. Remus told him all about it. “Tell me, Siri. So I can help you.”

“Mmff…” Sirius whined lowly, looking down at their hands then up at Regulus pleadingly.

“Do you want me to touch you?” Regulus lowered himself back to his ear. “You want your little brother to touch you?”

Sirius nodded furiously.

Slowly, Regulus slipped his hand out from under Sirius’ and tugged at his waistbands. Sirius happily raised his hips and helped lower them, just enough to free his cock.

Regulus was in awe; the perfect placement of hair at the base, the flush pink tip wet with precum, the veins under his pale skin, the swell in the center. He was shorter than Remus by a good amount, he could take him in his mouth no problem. He was over come with the urge to touch. He placed his hand before Sirius’ mouth.

“Spit.” Regulus made sure he didn’t miss a moment, locking eyes with his brother as he let a glob of foamy saliva out past the pout and hollowing of his cheeks. They broke their stare to watch Regulus take him in his hand, it could’ve just as well been Sirius’ own, their was no telling the difference in their pale complexions. Sirius threw his head back onto his little brother, letting himself be cradled while Regulus stroked him wet.

“That’s a good boy. Is that what you wanted?” Regulus cooed as he pumped Sirius painfully slow, tightening his grip at his base before squeezing upwards, milking precum from his brother.

Sirius buried his face in the crook of Regulus’ neck nodding, panting hotly and making it damp with condensation. His fingernails scraped at Regulus’ scalp deliciously.

Sirius was hot and throbbing in his hand, he could feel the way he was painfully hard, desperate for release. What kind of person was he if he didn’t provide that for his brother who he’s missed so much.

After edging him once, twice or five times for leaving him of course.

Sirius must have been really worked up because it didn’t take too much of Regulus working him with his whole arm into it until Sirius’ abs we’re flexing and his thighs shook. Regulus stopped touching him entirely on an upstroke just as he was about to finish. Sirius emerged from his side with his teeth grit, face shiny from sweat.

A pitiful whine left him, and Regulus only cooed condescendingly down at his brother.

“Does my puppy want to cum? Is that it?” He tutted, a proper student of Remus’.

Sirius’ cock lay flush on his stomach, untouched until Regulus took him in his hand again, stroking slowly and speeding up incrementally, studying Sirius for his tells. Once he saw his thighs flexing again, and heard those high pitched hitches in his breath, he slowed to a stop, only circling his base with his index and thumb in a tight ring.

“Oh, poor baby.” Regulus squeezed mercilessly, Sirius looked up at him dizzily. But somewhere in the corner of his lips was still a tug, the hint of that trademark grin. The fucker was loving this. “Again?” Regulus kissed his temple.

“Uh-huh.” Sirius said breathlessly. His free hand joining his other in Regulus’ hair, holding on for dear life. Regulus wondered if it was a subconscious need to have his hands away, restricted even if indirectly.

Regulus spat into his own hand and returned, gliding up and down faster with added ease, Sirius was right on the edge in seconds. Regulus dropped his cock just in time, only returning after giving him some time for the orgasm to ebb off to drag two fingers up and down the bottom of his brothers shaft, so mindnumbingly slow and light he’s sure he saw Sirius eyes roll back with oversensitivity.

“That was three, think you can go more?” Regulus asked, circling his thumb on his tip and ghosting his lips over Sirius’, they pushed together as he shook his head no. “That’s too bad, Siri. I make the rules. Only two more, okay? Then you can cum.”

Sirius only whined into his mouth and twitched when Regulus took him into his hand and went straight into it again, not giving him time to adjust. Sirius’ whines crescendoed into the kiss, louder, and louder, until they stopped and he was breaking the kiss with heavy breaths. Head rolling lazily into Regulus’ shoulder.

“I know, puppy, I know. One more. Promise.” Regulus was just talking at this point. So deep into this headspace he didn’t recognize who this new persona was. Usually, he was the one getting talked through all of this, but now he had Sirius with curls stuck to the sweat on the back of his neck and forehead, shirt riding up his midriff, and weeping cock in his hand. Silently begging him to cum.

Regulus was on top of the world.

Sirius was his.

It’s all he’d ever wanted.

He started to stroke Sirius with intention, doing it just like Remus taught him, talking right into Sirius’ ear as his pretty features scrunched up in pleasure and pain and every feeling that you can mix inbetween.

“Such a good boy, Sirius. You’re doing so good for me, staying so quiet. You look so pretty like this, fuck.” Regulus was wet, he could almost feel what he was doing on Sirius on himself.

He stopped, almost getting so lost in it himself that he’d break his promise. He stopped before he let Sirius off easy, if this was easy to begin with.

Sirius was a mess, panting, arms over his head and in Regulus’ hair, cheeks flush and chest heaving. He was gorgeous, broken down to concentrated need, and it all hung in Regulus’ judgement. He kissed all over Sirius’ face, clammy and hot all at the same time.

“You did such a good job, Siri.” Sirius closed his eyes and hummed, face pushing up into the kisses. “You ready?” Regulus said on his lips.

Sirius crashed upwards and nodded one more time. He kissed Regulus like it was his last life line, and Regulus wasted no time in pumping him evenly, not that Sirius needed much more anyways. In less than a minute he was whimpering short little noises into Regulus’ mouth, and clutching onto his hair, hips coming off the bed to meet Regulus’ fist half way. His heels dug into the mattress and his legs shook right before he came undone. Regulus silenced him with his free hand, jostling him to get it free from under Sirius in the moments before.

He watched Sirius’ face the whole way through, his hand covering the bottom half of his face but their eyes locked. Sirius’ hazy and unfocused, Regulus’ smoldering and unwilling to blink, not wanting to miss a second. Then Sirius’ eyes threatened to cross before they flipped white and finally closed. He let out a groan you could feel shake his chest and spilled over his little brothers hand and onto his stomach, getting onto his pants and hem of his T-shirt. His eyebrows knit together as he flexed his hips up.

Regulus only let his hand up after Sirius started softening and he was only dragging in heavy breaths through his nose. His lips were rosy and Regulus hand was imprinted over his cheeks through the flush when he revealed Sirius’ mouth. He was smiling, looking up at him like he was high.

“Fuck.” Was all Sirius said.

“You okay?” Was the first thing Regulus said.

“You are…Everything.” Was Sirius’ reply before he climbed on top of Regulus and started kissing him like a mad man. Tounge lapping over his cheeks while Regulus giggled and tried to get him off, down his neck he bit, on his collar bones he sucked, he lifted his shirt and kissed with an open mouth. Down, just about to return the favor.

“Are you two coming to dinner with us?” Their mother yelled out from the bottom of the stairs. Regulus froze, but Sirius only sat up, and still between Regulus’ legs he quietly cleared his throat and in the smoothest most casual tone yelled back.

“Nah, I’ll order something for me and Reg later!” He yelled, shoulders bearing down with it.

Less than a minute later they heard the front door slam and lock, their parents car start up in the driveway, and the sound of the engine speed off into the distance.

Sirius grinned down at him.

Regulus grabbed him by the hair and gave him something to eat.

Notes:

Sorry it took so long, being a correctional officer has me working major overtime and im working graveyard shift but while the inmates sleep, I be writing this by hand in a notebook lmao so ive had this for a while but just dont have the time to write. I have a lot coming up for siri and reg and rem of course. and I cant wait to show u what I have in store for jamie too. I love you all!
Please comment so I stay sane, my job is making me slowly lose my mind.
"What did this duck get locked up for?"
"Quack-ateering or Beaking and Entering." ;)
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Chapter 13: Remus' Note To You: A Reminiscing

Summary:

Mom! Remus is breaking the fourth wall again!

Notes:

TW:
Minor Mention of Self-Harm
Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms

Sirius was Remus’ first love, he knew that from the moment he laid eyes on him.

 

He remembers seeing James rip down the street on his bike, laughing carelessly as he does, towing Sirius on his skateboard behind him. Sirius clutched the sketchy rope and wobbled on his tracks from the speed, but Remus remembered it in slow motion.

 

His hair, it was long, he didn’t even know boys could do that. All he knew on the farm was the toilet seat buzzcuts Ma would give him. Sirius looked like a girl.

 

It took Remus two weeks to work up the nerve to ask James if he could ride his bike with them, only James because asking Sirius would be too intimidating.

 

For their preteen years, James was an easy buffer for his crush, offering Remus the space to linger a safe distance away while he listened to the two talk incessantly. It felt like they were speaking in code at times, their own dialect of inside jokes and facial expressions. Remus caught on quickly, making his own memories with the other two, and soon the new boy in the neighborhood, Peter, was receiving his own version of this hazing into the friend group.

 

This distance worked for Remus, because Sirius was a daydream in the afternoon sun, a wavy mirage waiting at the end of his dirt road for him to finish his chores so he could come out and play. Sirius made his stomach churn with James and Peter bookending him at the end of that road. The three other boys took to their bikes, but Sirius still managed to always be ahead of them. Sirius didn’t have brakes, never did, he’d bomb down hills and throw his arms up in the wind, his hair whipping around his limbs wildly while he laughed into the trees and scared birds into flight with the volume.

 

He couldn’t escape it then, and he surely couldn’t escape it the summer after freshman year, when James and Peter simultaneously went away for the season. James to his grandmother in Puerto Rico, and Peter on a fancy cruise that would take them all the way to Alaska.

 

Remus had never even seen the ocean.

 

Now, his safety rails were gone, and Sirius was still, more than ever, Sirius.

 

The heatwave that summer was unbearable, so they spent most of their time by the creek that cut through the town. They’d simply walk up and down the bank, stopping to dip their feet or sit under the shade of a bridge occasionally. They’d spend hours talking about anything, or nothing at all, and Remus had no choice but to face it like the sun beating down on them relentlessly.

 

He got to know everything about Sirius. The good; the raucous laughs he’d let out after falling off his board, the raunchy sense of humor on him, the way his ludicrously light eyes made him squint in the sun, and the slew of silly sunglasses that followed. The bad; how lonely it felt at home, the weight of his inheritance and the subsequent bout of imposter syndrome, the precise little lines on his wrists.

 

Remus loved everything about Sirius, so deep in his bones he feared it had always been there, lying dormant until Sirius got close to him and he began to shake at the proximity.

 

But, Sirius, no matter how long his hair or what color his nails were painted, was a boy. A boy he could never bring home and love in the light.

 

Sirius came to certain conclusions and got over that before Remus ever had, and sophomore year brought a change of seasons and even more changes in Sirius. He’d made his own board brand new and spent all summer working on the damn thing. His scars became patches of homemade tattoos. Exchanging prolonged glances with Remus became getting picked up in the dead of night by city boys.

 

It was Remus’ fault that he just couldn’t say anything. Got choked up on the words every time Sirius detailed his nights spent in church parking lots, fogging up the windows of a boy’s fast car, and showed up with the bruises to prove it. Remus tasted blood every time he’d mention it.

 

Sirius Black needed a thrill, needed danger to stay alive as if he couldn’t feel the blood in his veins without the rush of adrenaline pumping through it. He craved that hand around his throat, a slam that took one of his teeth with it, the sting of a backhand, the chips of asphalt in his road burn.

 

Sirius’ skin was made to compliment the mottling of a bruise and the trickle of crimson; and, by God, he wore it like couture.

 

It was a revolving door of faceless names and a game of Russian Roulette with his meetups. Remus could never tell if he was bragging or crying out for help when he’d recount his nights. One night, the distinction was made.

 

He’d just gotten his first car in junior year, and Sirius was as much of a fixture in the passenger seat as the hula-girl on his dashboard (James insisted it was a ‘car-warming’ gift). He’d hardly driven it out of town until Sirius called him in the dead of night with a warble in his voice. Sirius was on the side of the road in tears, with a collar of fingerprints around his throat, and eyes hazy from passing out.

 

Remus shouldn’t have yelled.

 

Sirius was already crying in the passenger seat, the last thing he needed was his best friend demanding to know why he did this to himself, why he put himself in these situations. It was all the wrong things to say, all at once. But, between all of that, there was;

 

“I love you, Sirius!” Sirius flinched when he slammed on his steering wheel. “So fucking much. I can’t keep watching you do this.”

 

“What else is there for me, then? For someone like me? I don’t get to have high school sweetheart bullshit like normal people do.” He finally snapped back.

 

Remus sucked his teeth, a habit he doesn’t know where he picked up, or how to break.

 

“Come to me, then.” He said like it was the most natural explanation in the world. “When you feel like you need someone to, I don’t know, hit you, choke you, fuck you, even. I’ll do it myself.” Sirius looked at him with wide eyes, wrapped up in the jacket Remus tossed over him. “That way I’ll know you’re safe, at least.” He rationalized.

 

Sirius contemplated in stunned silence, Remus staring back at him, begging him to challenge his logic, say yes, say anything. Sirius only let out a shuddering breath and nodded.

 

“Okay.”

 

They hadn’t even been driving anymore, having long since parked at the end of Sirius’ street. Remus gave him a resolute nod and sent him off, watching him walk down the street and past his side gate, where Sirius looked over his shoulder and towards Remus one more time before he disappeared.

 

Remus never did get that jacket back.

 

The next time they hung out, it was like nothing had changed and nothing had ever been said between them. Sirius was his usual rambunctious self, a bit tempered if anything as they lay on the floor of Remus’ room and shared the first cigarette Remus had ever rolled. A vinyl was spinning on his thrifted record player, the one that skips a bit if they jumped or stomped on the floor too hard. Sirius paused in his staring at the roof to roll over onto his side, Remus didn’t have to look over to know Sirius was studying him.

 

“Yes?” He groaned, lolling his head over and finding Sirius smirking. He knew he was in for trouble.

 

“Remember what you–offered–in your car the other night?”

 

How could he forget? He’s been daydreaming and researching since.

 

“Yes.” He said again.

 

“Wanna make good on that promise?”

 

Sirius had this way of tilting his chin down that darkened his eyes, making him look sultry and ravishingly innocent all at once. He was a fallen angel lying in wait to damn them all. Remus felt an instinctual response to danger in the pit of his stomach to that look, masked by the primal pull of arousal. When he sat up, Sirius tracked him with his eyes, looking up at him with a glimmer, making the proximity of their faces sizzle.

 

“How–What do you want me to do?” Remus tried to sound self-assured, like he was experienced and not an overgrown virgin with an online degree in the specific brand of sadomasochism that quelled the itch under his best friend's skin.

 

Sirius thought for a second, the way you would when looking around a menu at a restaurant. Perhaps he’d never been asked that before. Remus waited with bated breath, going over everything he’d read about, and just before Sirius was about to open his mouth, he stopped him.

 

“We need a safe word.”

 

“Oh.” Sirius perked. “Okay.”

 

“Something you’d never say otherwise.”

 

Sirius thought, looking around, making a show of it like he does with everything else.

 

“Chocolate!” He pointed to the open bar on Remus’ dresser. Remus chuckled despite his nerves.

 

“Okay, and what are your hard limits?”

 

“Don’t have any,” Sirius said too quickly.

 

“You must have some.”

 

Sirius shook his head meekly. It made Remus sad, though he didn’t know why then.

 

“Okay,” He said slowly. “So, what do you want me to do?”

 

Sirius smirked and cocked his head.

 

“Want me to suck your dick?”

 

Yes. Remus wanted to rush out, but his attempt to play this role for Sirius made him hold his tongue.

 

“You can be rough. I want rough.” Sirius tacked on, and Remus lost all sense, hands coming up to his belt buckle as he stood over Sirius’ laid-back form.

 

“On your knees,” Remus said almost disinterestedly, Sirius’ eyes never left him as he scrambled to get himself level with Remus’ zipper, hands coming up to aid him. Remus retired one hand to tangle it in Sirius’ hair, gathering a handful at the crown of his head. It was soft, downy, silken baby curls; his knees almost went weak with it, and the noise he let out was pathetic. He’d waited years just to do that. It felt exactly how it looked, no wonder it became windswept so easily.

 

“Yes, Sir.” Sirius bit down on his grin as Remus tugged.

 

Sirius never stopped calling him that, and he never safeworded once in his time with Remus. After that, they took every chance they could get; christening Remus’ car, behind the school, by the creek, and a little ways into the woods. They joked constantly about how they had hooked up before sharing a proper kiss. They’d practically done everything under the sun before the casual intimacy came. They had both agreed, that was somehow scarier than the rest of it. It felt like falling.

 

They never used the word “boyfriend”, but they didn’t need to. They knew what they were and that was more than enough. Remus never had another boy, and Sirius had many boys and still chose him. By the time senior year came around, everyone knew, but they didn’t know. Sirius Black, the flirt, belonged to somebody, as wild and free as he was. And oh, Remus Lupin? Yeah, he’s tall, dark, and mysterious, but don’t even think about it, he doesn’t take to flirting.

 

Nobody could touch the town star boy and his brooding friend with the cigarette and scars.

 

After graduation everyone’s paths were clear. Remus already had a job as a farm hand lined up with a family friend; feeding baby calves with a bottle and the whole bit. Sirius was going to school for engineering because that was the only major his parents would pay for. At least, that’s what he told people instead of divulging that he actually excelled in it. Perhaps, even liked it, but don’t tell that to Sirius. James went for a more liberal study, sociology. Remus secretly envied him for it sometimes.

 

Skipping out on college in favor of a manual labor job fit Remus, if he wanted to learn something he could read about it on his own time for much less money. He didn’t need much anyway, he was a minimalist in that way; save up for some land and a truck, drink with his friends on the weekend, and fit Sirius in every moment in between. That was his present and foreseeable future, and his future was clear to him in that way.

 

Soon enough, he was hauling a trailer onto a discounted plot of land, not ever soon enough, Sirius was helping him unpack and bringing those songs that followed him everywhere, helping fill his bed when it was too empty for one simple man. If the land felt too serene, he’d bring James around and ruin that too. Remus couldn’t be happier about it all. These were all things he understood. His livestock, his land, and his Sirius. Yes, all the things he understood were in order.

 

That’s how he knew something was wrong the moment Sirius decided to join James in studying abroad on a whim. Something had started itching under his skin again, he could almost see it crawling, festering, making Sirius writhe with restlessness.

 

He started to ask Remus to tie him up tighter like he couldn’t trust his limbs to do the right things anymore. Sirius got fussy, bratty even, perhaps in an attempt to get Remus to snap on him and force the issue from his lips. Yet, he didn’t. Remus didn’t want to yell and demand to know what was wrong, Sirius needed to come forward when he was ready, not when Remus pulled it from where he could tell it was fighting to get out. Remus was endlessly patient when it came to Sirius Black, only becoming gentler, softer in his attempts to coax whatever dirty little secret was keeping Sirius in a perpetual pout.

 

He even caught Sirius reading on his own volition. Something was definitely wrong, he decided, yet he didn’t dare push.

 

When Sirius and James left, even their playlists sounded empty in the trailer. There was no chatter to the rhythm, no play wrestling to thud along with the bass.

 

Everything was empty. The mugs in his cupboard were one too many for just him, the space between his ears unfilled, the spot in his bed as empty as his left side chest.

 

He could feel how far away Sirius was, every mile and drop of water between them didn’t fail to make its presence known. Remus would be lying if he said he knew how to deal with the next few months. The first two weeks were an uncertain hell, video calls helped but those ended and it was silent again. Peter tried to invite him out to a show, but it felt false without Sirius there to let him know who was playing.

 

But as we all know, as destiny had it, Remus found himself driving to the old barn that fateful night.

 

Before leaving, Sirius asked him to look after Regulus, which momentarily threw him for a loop at the time. He’d hardly seen Regulus outside of a party setting nowadays, maybe sometimes through a window when he’d pick up Sirius, but that was about it.

 

Frankly, he’d interacted with Regulus when he was still just Sirius’ little sister more than he ever had with him now. Sirius’ little sister would always want to play with the boys, bother Sirius when he had friends over, and beg to ride her bike with them.

 

Remus would never admit it to him now, but when he’s a few beers in he reminisces on those moments with a sappy smirk on his face. He held those hazy memories so close to his chest now. That gap-toothed tagalong who complained about not being able to ride a bike in a dress. It made him want to cross the room to pet a sleeping Regulus awake so he could drunkenly confess how he’d always loved him, someway, somehow. Who would’ve known then?

 

But, he’s skipping ahead.

 

Over the years, he started to keep his distance as Reg became Regulus. Regulus was this almost mythical being in their town as if tomboy Regan had gone missing and he’d shown up in her place, wearing eyebags and a mean look on his face. Regulus was in with the rougher kids, orbiting the circles of the people who got on stage on Saturday nights and rocked the barn attendees' faces off.

 

Regulus could show up to a party, strutting out of Sirius’ red two-door and get in without paying, take two shots to the face without wincing then follow his brother outside to smoke with the older folks, silent and face lax throughout. He was stony-faced but visibly attentive, on more than one occasion Remus had caught him making a note on his phone of something somebody said or did. He’d get pulled out to dance and swing his hips with the prettiest girls in school or get pushed around on the fringes of a pit with Barty and Evan at his sides, but he’d always be back in time for Sirius to give him a ride back home or alert him when he’d be going home with somebody else. That’s the extent of what Remus knew and saw of Regulus. He was the untouchable Sirius Black’s scary little brother.

 

Remus caught Regulus in measured doses, small glimpses, two ships crossing in the night. Nobody could have predicted how different things would become.

 

Sirius called him in a panic that night, begging him for a favor, and of course, Remus would blindly do anything for Sirius. So, he jumped in his truck and sped off into the night not having a clue of what fate had laid out for him tonight.

 

It took him all of five minutes scanning the sea of parked cars to find Regulus, pressed up against a car, a handle of brown liquor passed between him and Barty Crouch Jr., he didn’t know the blonde kid's name but he had Regulus by the lips and Crouch was just drinking both vices in.

 

Remus wasn’t stupid neither, they made quite a pretty pair.

 

Regulus went with a bit of a fight, which was to be expected with any half of the Black brothers. Tempers short and snappy like a whip crack, but also gone before the sting can settle he supposes, or maybe that was just when it comes to Remus.

 

Now, Regulus was in his passenger seat.

 

Regulus.

 

Reg-u-lus. He’s rolled him around on his tongue more times than he could count.

 

He looked like the haunting sprite of his brother, clad in his clothes with moles making constellations on his skin, ones that matched the skies of his brother's complexion. Remus made a point of not looking, unwilling to indulge in the fantasy, but when he noticed that Regulus was wearing a shirt he’d had the pleasure of stuffing into his older brother's mouth on more than one occasion he couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. That’s when Regulus gave that haughty snap, that pretty screwed-up face in the psychedelic glow of a red light.

 

Remus was doomed from the start.

 

If Sirius was the devil on his shoulder, Regulus was the angel–snarky and petulant–but an angel nonetheless. He was flushed with embarrassment, loosened by liquor, probably searing to the fucking touch. Remus’ teeth ached just looking at him.

 

That night, perhaps drained from spilling his guts on the car ride over, Regulus slept in his bed, and he’d never tell him this now, but he spent the night tucked against his side, snoring lightly in drunken splendor and stolen affections. Remus, ever the gentleman, didn’t move a muscle. For the first time in two weeks, things weren’t so empty anymore.

 

They came to a truce over Sirius and bacon the morning after, and later, Remus got the offer that might’ve changed the trajectory of his life forever.

 

Sirius wanted him to take Regulus’ virginity.

 

Why, it’d be his utmost pleasure.

 

Regulus’ virginal status did come as a shock, Remus figured that with his benign popularity, Regulus must have gotten around to some capacity, but when he tuned in he could see it burning under his skin the same way things did under Sirius’. Regulus was silently begging for it and with explicit permission from his pseudo-keeper, who was Remus to deny himself and Regulus of some much-needed companionship in these times. What he couldn’t see coming was the undercover imp lying in wait to turn his life on its head with a pungent sense of domesticity and familiarity.

 

Where Sirius was bold and independent, Regulus was reserved and needy. It was as if Remus had adopted a purebred housecat, one that stuck its claws in you because it didn’t know how else to ask for endless pets, or innocently nuzzled you when in reality it was on its way to steal a sip of your coffee. Remus couldn’t say no to those Ragdoll eyes, the same way he never said no to Sirius’ Siamese ones.

 

The similarities between them struck him like a months-long sense of Deja-vu, the things that crawled and festered in their sullen home had infested them and only Remus knew how to exterminate them. He’d done it once with Sirius, and he had the pleasure of getting to do it again, a re-do with all the experience he wished he had before. There were the things that didn’t change; how they took their coffee, how long they took in the shower, their penchant for using Remus as a seat. Then, the stark differences; Regulus preferred indie to punk, Sirius preferred style over comfort and was heavily armed with silver while Regulus preferred jeans and stolen shirts, one brother was covered in artwork while the other was milky pure.

 

Remus couldn’t get enough, enough, enough.

 

They made him happy, unspeakably so. A kind of happy that he didn’t have sane words for. It was just the same feeling in his bones he had for Sirius intensified, except now he was older and could handle the ache in them when they were near. It was in the lightening of his shoulders, a weightlessness that made a long day's work all the way worth it when he stepped inside his home to find his loves tangled up on his couch, reading to one another while their hands wandered in uncharted territories.

 

He had them both, had managed to collect the set by some miraculous twist of fate. They’d done all the heavy lifting for him, he just had to be the caretaker of their hearts and taboos. He was Remus; Sir; Daddy; all of the fucking above. His chest swelled with pride, he’d take such good care of them like the fine porcelain pieces their skin made them appear.

 

Remus mused on all of this in his bed, the two brothers having dozed off on either side of him as he sat up on his headboard. He could hardly rest, he must have already been dreaming as he watched them sleep, their hands interlocked over him. In one hand he twirled long strands that curled at the ends, making them proper spirals once more and laying them down Sirius’ bare back gently, making sure to treat Sirius with delicacy after another tiring day of being brash and rough. The other hand carded through cropped curls soundly, because Regulus liked full handed touch, heavy petting, injected with some need to feel small after having to make himself big to be taken seriously for so long. He looked upon them both with great fondness, happy to be entrusted with such lovely and unspokenly fragile desires.

 

He had them all figured out–and in turn, they had him wrapped around their fingers–but, now it was their turn to figure out each other, and what a treat it was to watch it all unfold in front of him.

 

The day after their little epiphany, they were practically moving in for the holidays. Remus relished being their safe space, he truly did, but they already had a drawer full of clothes at his house. Were the duffel bags necessary when they’d end up in his clothes anyway? Nonetheless, he liked watching them in this phase, still fascinated by making out and discovering the push and pull of their wills, something still hesitant in their lulls and highs. They didn’t fail to involve Remus in these little experiments, and he must admit, kissing with three people involved is the messy kind of fun that had him needing to calm down at work the next day when he thought about it, the pictures he’d been receiving all day didn’t help one bit.

 

The two were as inseparable as Sirius had said they were when they were in their own home, now that included Remus. Regulus has only ever known having Remus to himself and Sirius had years of being accustomed to holding all of Remus’ attention, there was only ever a spat every hour or so. It was progress.

 

That was enough progress for today.

 

“We’ll figure it out,” Remus said to himself, leaning over Regulus to click off the light before settling in between them for the ride of his life.

Notes:

Ive been in a proper mood, so please accept this. I increased the chapter count and will be back with starcest. I love you all so dearly if youre actually reading this like fuck, weve been on a journey.

Chapter 14: Blue Eyes Like The Devils Water

Summary:

They were clinging onto each other, wrapped up close, sweaty skin sticking together, and faces buried into each other’s necks. It was beautiful, it was tragic, it was everything. Regulus felt his chest cracked open and Sirius taking up all of the space there. He’d never been filled with more love and emotion than this moment and he thought; this is what stars are made of.

Notes:

Last chapter, I'm not crying you are.

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Sirius and Regulus were privy to something Remus would never be a part of, and he’s come to terms with this with all the love in his heart.

Truly, they could keep it to themselves because watching it happen without knowing what exactly it was that they shared was more mystifying than anything else. It must have been something they were born with that came with the brotherhood of sharing a womb, something cosmic that allowed them to speak without words and exchange energy through touch.

Sometimes they would be gracious enough to let him in on it, their little secret powers that swirled like potions in their eyes, periwinkle and glimmering. It dismantled him completely when twin hands ran all over him, it was overwhelming even. Their hands worked magic on him; one hand in his hair, another prodding fingers into his mouth, there was one under his jaw, one traveling south. Tricky serpents made from pale limb and nimble fingers, the wet pink caverns of their mouths following where their nails bit into his skin just to suck out the venom. He was coming undone, coming, coming.

“That’s a good boy, Regulus. Look at me and swallow it all.” Remus panted, sounding weaker than he ever had. Regulus didn’t dare close his eyes from his spot between his legs, his baby boy wouldn’t disobey a direct order no matter how much his older brother tried to corrupt him.

And there was Sirius, murmuring those things beyond Remus’ outsider comprehension in his little brother’s ear, the things he didn’t dare intrude into though he did catch them from time to time. Musings about how well Regulus has been trained, how pretty he looks like this, all stung out for his Daddy. These mutterings worked like incantations; ones that made Regulus moan like he was being touched even though all of his clothes were on. Sirius just had that power over him.

Sirius pulled Regulus off Remus’ cock gently by his hair, cooing at his efforts and pressing feather-light kisses against the tears that escaped while he was gagging.

“What do you say?” Sirius chided.

“T-Thank you, Daddy.” Their angel nearly whispered with his voice hoarse. Remus beamed with pride and bent forward to give him a kiss of his own, which Regulus whimpered into. If Remus knew his smaller boyfriend, every one of his nerves would be lit on fire right now.

“You’re welcome, princess.” He said against his lips, even if he should be the one thanking Regulus right now.

Remus slouched back onto the couch and got to tucking himself away, watching the two boys kneel on the floor before him. As always, it took them all about two seconds to get back into it.

“You’re welcome, princess.” Sirius mocked, pinching Regulus’ splotchy cheeks.

“Shut up, Siri,” Regulus whined half-heartedly, slapping away his hands but falling into his chest regardless of his teasing. Remus felt the lopsided tilt of his smile as he tried to fight it off his face.

“No, it’s cute when you blush.” The older one said as he dug his nose into the top of Regulus’ head. “Sleepy now?” The puddle of a boy in his arms made some noise of affirmation. “Let’s get you to bed, princess,” Regulus whined again.

“Quit teasin’ your brother, would you?” Remus grumbled, reaching down to take Regulus into the safety of his arms and away from the chiding. Regulus went willingly, limp in his arms except for the wrapping of his legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

“M’a boy princess.” He muttered into his neck loud enough for Sirius to hear, which made him chuckle.

“That’s right baby, you tell him. You’re the prettiest boy princess in all of the land.” Remus winked at Sirius over Regulus’ shoulder.

He carefully deposited Regulus into their bed and got to taking off his shirt, knowing that he’d never fall asleep while it was still on, Regulus haphazardly kicked off his pajama pants and began blindly grabbing around for something.

“Right here.” Remus grabbed the new floppy black cat at the other end of the bed and placed the toy in reach for him, Regulus snatched it up to his chest immediately, humming happily as Remus ran a hand from under his arm to the dip of his waist. “We’ll be right back, okay?” He promised with a kiss to his curls.

Regulus nodded with his eyes closed and turned his back to him, nestling further into the sheets.

“C’mon.” He regarded Sirius and tilted his head towards the door as he offered him a hand. Sirius rose from the floor with a grin, already going for the lighter and cigarettes on the counter as Remus followed him out.

While Remus sat on his usual step on his stairs, Sirius went for sitting on the step lower and between his legs, leaning back into the warmth of his dom and the hands that began carding through his hair.

“One or two?” Remus asked, opening his mouth for Sirius to place a smoke between his lips before he deposited one into his own.

“Hmm, two tonight.” His face lit up orange with the flick of the lighter, twisting back to light Remus’ for him with practiced care. “I want it extra wavy for tomorrow.” Sirius had just washed his hair, it smelled like mint and lemongrass and shined like satin.

“Got somebody you’re trying to impress?” Remus grumbled as he began parting Sirius’ hair into two sections, then one side into three. He puffed on his smoke without hands as they were busy twisting Sirius’ long locks into neat and tight braids.

“Is that jealousy I hear, Moons? Just wanna’ look my best for my hailed return is all.”

“You say that like they’re throwing the party just for you.”

“I’ll pretend they are. You know I’m the Princess Diana of this town.”

Remus chuckled before pushing Sirius a bit forward, making space to finish the first long braid, sticking his hand out over Sirius’ shoulder for the hair tie on his wrist. “If you say so, pretty boy.” Remus tied it off and said more quietly, “And here you are making fun of your brother for being a princess.” Sirius chose to ignore this.

“I know I spent the whole semester with James, but I can’t wait to see him.”

“You gonna’ tell him?”

Sirius leant into the hands brushing through the other half of his hair, wiggling where he sat. Wagging his tail, Remus liked to call it.

“Told him already, it’s kind of hard to keep our calls a secret when you’re sleeping in bunk beds.”

“Suppose that’s true.”

“I told Regulus that James has a crush on him.”

“Oh, you’re evil.” Remus chuckled despite trying to sound disappointed.

“It’d be nice for him to experience something normal at some point, you know? Have someone chat him up and take him on a date.”

“I don’t think normal is a part of his vocabulary.” As big of a vocabulary he had.

“Normal enough, then.” He offered Remus the second hair tie when he felt him reaching the ends of his hair. Remus smoothed both braids over his shoulders to let Sirius inspect them with a small smile. He caught him with two hands on his arms, rubbing up and down and squeezing. “Thank you, Sir.” Sirius tilted his head up to flash Remus an upside-down smile.

“Course, Pup.”

The two of them looked out into the woods quietly, finishing off their cigarettes and swaying with the night chill in each other’s arms. Remus had let his eyes drift closed with his chin propped on Sirius’ head arms wrapped around his slender waist. He groaned contentedly when one of Sirius’ hands came up to rub over his cheeks, making stubble scratch in his ears.

“You must be tired,” Sirius said simply, not minding if Remus’ smoke got in his hair. “We’re not too much for you?”

“God, no. I love taking care of you two.”

“We’ll take care of you too, you know?”

“You both take plenty good care of me.”

“If you say so, Moony.” Sirius tilted his head to rub their cheeks together, and Remus had to take the cigarette in his hand to free up his mouth, planting a line of sound kisses from Sirius’ temple to his neck.

“I love you so much, ya’ know that?” He said with one final press of his lips to Sirius’, which smiled against his.

“How could I not?” He assured with another kiss. “I love you more.”

They heard Regulus fumbling with the doorknob before they saw him. They both twisted in their embrace to watch him appear in the door's gap. He was wrapped up in a blanket, rubbing his eyes and pouting, choking his poor little cat under one arm. About the sweetest thing either of them has ever seen.

“Hi, baby.” Sirius greeted him, unable to keep down the amused smile on his face at his little brother's disgruntled appearance. “You need something?” Regulus nodded jerkily, stepping down onto the first stair.

“Come to bed.” He ordered, making the two older boys laugh. His voice was pitched high, a sign that he had gone somewhere small like he’s been doing recently.

“We’re almost done here.” Remus offered his hand which Regulus took unquestioningly, eyes half closed. Remus led him down to sit with his brother, who took him up against his chest.

He looked down at the two of them, getting to work on finishing his last smoke of the night with a warm swell in his chest despite the cold night air he sucked in with every drag.

Sirius used the curly end of his braid to tickle the apple of Regulus’ cheek, making the bundled-up angel giggle with a sleepy smile.

“Love you.” He mumbled to them both.

 

♫

 

Another thing Remus knew was that the two brothers hadn’t had sex yet. He was aware of this because of two things; they would have done it in front of him, or been so excited to tell him that they’d just show him. So, with this knowledge in his back pocket, he was happy to hang back and let them figure it all out on their own.

This made watching them be intimate practically unbearable.

Regulus would be reading in the afternoon glow, lounging right in the sunspot like his little black cat would if it were not made of stuffing and fleece. Sirius sprawled on top of him with an ear pressed to his brother's smooth stomach, almost sticking his head up the boy's shirt, commenting on the funny noises his stomach made. Then, he’d turn his head and begin the game of pressing innocent kisses up Regulus’ abdomen, which turned into open-mouthed lavings of his tongue over the sensitive ridges of his ribs. Eventually, Regulus would drop his book without minding the page and stick his hands in his brother's locks, gripping the sides of his head and grazing his nails above his ears like petting a huge dog. The sweetest pout would form on his lips, whiny pleas for Sirius to do something. So goddamn reminiscent of a night long ago on that same couch.

Remus would be watching the whole ordeal from the other end of the couch, Sirius and Regulus’ legs shifting in his lap with every movement. He tried to stay perfectly still to keep from breaking the spell.

Twin lips would meet, needy, rose-tinted petals fluttering against each other that became the dripping bite of ripe and bruised fruit. Regulus spreads his legs to accommodate his brother's wider and firmer body between his knees, cradling him with the wrap and lock of his ankles around his lower back but never giving that last shove forward to meet one manhood to another.

Their aversion ended there for the moment as far as Remus could tell, because they had no problem consummating their unison with any other form of contact they could, no matter how hot and wet the act.

Many an evening now Remus found Regulus sitting atop the throne he’d made of his brother's mouth, filling it with his reddened pussy in place of whatever snarky remark Sirius had surely spat to earn such a correction. Then, there were times he’d watch Regulus play the part of the baby brother who needed his big brother to make the ache down there go away. And Regulus played it magnificently, taking his brother's long fingers while he cried into his mouth, one hand entwined with Remus’. The hand that wasn’t being used to stroke himself to such sinful delights.

But, they just couldn’t seem to get over the hurdle. Remus wondered if it’d make it all too real for them. If Sirius was morally correct enough to fear impregnating his brother but had no qualms about planting his seed down his throat, or Regulus too scared to cross the line of fantasy into stark naked reality.

He didn’t know, but he did know it was driving him up a wall in anticipation of when the two would snap. Because they were bound to.

Remus had plenty of time to ponder this in that quiet brooding way he usually does while he waited, and waited, for the two brothers to finish getting ready for this Christmas party they were going to. If James were not going he would have convinced the two to simply stay home, but he’d be lying if he claimed he didn’t miss the shiny prick terribly.

Regulus joined him on the couch when he decided he’d wear a damn sweater, Sirius still wasn’t as convinced on the whole thing. The two watched as Sirius came out of the bathroom coughing, emerging from a sticky cloud of his own hairspray. Remus had to give it to him. The mesh undershirt beneath his t-shirt did at least count as a long sleeve.

“Ready?” Remus hoped.

“Don’t sound too excited, I still have to do Reg’s makeup,” Sirius informed him, digging through a little bag that clattered with products.

Remus looked down at the smaller boy, leaning on his arm. “Makeup?”

“Just some eyeliner.” Regulus straightened and averted his eyes a bit nervously like Remus would ever judge him. Suddenly, Sirius was in front of them and taking Regulus’ chin in his hand.

“Look up.” He said plainly, a thin stick of coal-colored pencil in hand. He chewed on the cap while he worked on Regulus, who held his breath and stayed perfectly still despite his eyes watering when Sirius swiped along his lower lashes. “You’re gonna’ look so pretty.” He said as his thumb neared swiping along Regulus’ bottom lip. “There. Show Remus.”

Ever obedient, Regulus turned to Remus and fluttered his lashes for him. Remus nearly fell out. Those wispy bottom lashes clumped with product and wetness, a black rim framing impossibly iridescent eyes.

His baby.

“Look at you.” He said before stealing a kiss, stolen it was as Regulus hardly saw it coming if the blush on his cheeks was anything to go by.

“Look at me.” Regulus shrugged.

He couldn’t stop staring, stealing glimpses from the rear view when the red lights and street lamps hit Regulus just right in the back seat.

And Sirius. Sirius. Back in his passenger seat where he shined, beamed with happiness. He was back in his element and Remus could tell. On his way to a party, wearing less clothes than was reasonable, and glinting with silver in the places the ancients decided were to be adorned with jewelry. Ringed fingers turning up the music, pierced ears holding back locks of freshly waved hair, and necklaces twirled and fidgeted with relentlessly with black painted fingernails. He’d take a bite out of him right then and there. The Lord knew he was liable, he was just merely a man after all.

The barn was at its usual buzz, just as Remus remembered it. As he parked, he put his game face on, unsure if he remembered how to do this whole “you don’t only hang out with animals and your two eccentric boyfriends” act. He took to it easily enough with Sirius at his side doing most of the talking and greeting people he hadn’t seen since he left for Europe.

Sirius may have grown accustomed to Regulus splintering off as soon as they touched down from their prior years of partying as the town's mysterious dynamic duo, not even mentioning when Regulus got swept away by his usual group of punks and creatives. When did Remus become the It Boy’s arm candy? Eh, he didn’t mind.

Remus would find Regulus in his peripherals while he and Sirius fluttered from this group to that. Seeing his boy farther down the bar, lulling in and out of the crowd, swinging his hips and nodding his head freely. He seemed so far removed from the reserved creature he was outside of the shrouding darkness and neon lights the setting provided. Remus loved it when Regulus put on that icy maneater mask for the public. He lost focus on him the moment Sirius received a notification and pulled him outside, around the side of the building, and towards a familiar beacon of sunshine.

“Prongsie!” Sirius sing-songed as he barged right into a small smoke circle, and there was their resident beam of light, the center of it all, flashing that lazy grin he and Sirius had perfected.

James lifted an arm for Sirius to barrel into his side, hugging him tight and groaning at the squeeze.

“We spend six months stuck in a room together and I still can’t get rid of him.” James chuckled, speaking to Remus who couldn’t keep the smirk off his face.

He looked quintessentially James tonight. His hoodie pulled up so his curls hid melted chocolate eyes, messy tufts of hair poking every which way, and cargo pants looking perfectly worn in even though he probably bought them that way. In the hand not holding his best friend he cupped a bit of crushed-up herb in a rolling paper, clearly caught in the middle of preparing a party favor.

“You know I’m your biggest fan.” Sirius joked as he stood back up, leaning on the wall of the barn with his shoulders but swinging his hips out. Terrible habit that was, Remus thought.

“How do you find yourself, Mister Moons?” James addressed him warmly, in their mock posh tone.

“Oh, you know. Wrangling the star of the hour and such, Monsieur Prongs.”

Sirius pouted but let a little smile escape after it all. Everyone previously surrounding James in the hopes of basking in a bit of his warmth had shuffled off as his attention was consumed by his lifetime partners in crime. Everyone in this town knew they were for each other only. There were no ins on this tight-knit group of marauders, who had deemed themselves as such when their senior prank made the local newspaper.

“Oh, please. I hated Paris, Spain was much better.” James insisted, going back to rolling up while he spoke.

“He only hated it because he can’t speak French for shit.” Sirius happily chimed in, pulling Remus to stand beside him with a cheeky finger in his belt loop. Remus bent to his will easily, watching the two shoot off in his usual comfortable silence, watching from above with his head tilting this way then that way like watching a tennis match.

“Don’t listen to him, he has a vendetta against Spain because he can’t speak Spanish.”

“Touche.”

“Again, with the French.”

“As if you didn’t beg me to order you a hundred chocolate croissants.”

“They were good, okay!” James expressed without looking up from his work on the joint. “Moony would have loved them.”

Remus chuckled finally, “Well, next time shoot me an invite before you disappear, would ya’?” he only gave half his effort to mask the bitterness.

“Not my fault someone was having a moral crisis.”

“Hey! It was a totally reasonable moral crisis.”

“Annoying, is what it was. I couldn’t go one night without hearing about it.” James put on his best Sirius pout. “What is he doing right now, Sir? What did he say about me? Did Reggie-Weggie eat enough today?”

“Talking about me, are we?”

All conversation stopped as Regulus materialized at their side.

Oh, his baby was on one. All flushed cheeks, smeared eyeliner, and sweaty curls, arms crossed with his hip jutted out. He was toeing the line between tipsy and drunk, and he was also missing something.

“Where is your sweater?” Remus immediately pointed out, sounding more mother-hennish than he realized. He could feel James’ little mouth agape stare from behind him, eyes flickering between the three of them. He was probably elated to watch this dynamic play out.

“Left it in Barty’s car, let me in yours.” Regulus huffed before stepping towards Remus with all the air of somebody who owned every bit of the man's free will and unzipped his Carhart before stepping into his chest and nestling in. “Potter.” He said plainly as if he’d just noticed him, which he definitely didn’t.

Remus shot Sirius a look over Regulus’ head. Sirius already had his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, eyebrows raised.

“Hey, Reggie.” James practically purred.

“Don’t call me that.” Regulus snapped back, pulling the ends of Remus’ jacket just a bit tighter around himself.

“My bad,” James took it in stride, ducking his head to hide the sly smirk on his face, refocusing on his task. “Habit from when we were kids, ya’ know.” Remus noticed the moment Regulus noticed how good James looked tonight, watched his nostrils flare and everything. “So, Moony, what did you do while we were gone?”

Regulus stiffened slightly against his chest, eyes trained forward on James. Sirius flicked his eyes between Regulus and James, that mischievous glint showing even in the dark.

“Work mostly.” He sucked his teeth and wrapped his arms around the lump in his jacket, pulling Regulus closer. “Doing things.”

“I’m things.” Regulus deadpanned. His chin was tilted down, probably giving James that gorgeously murderous glare.

Sirius scoffed and crossed his arms, waiting for James’ reaction.

“So I’ve heard. Lucky man, Remus.”

“That I am.” He assured. James had no idea just how lucky he felt most days.

“Where’s Wormtail?” Sirius finally piped in, craning his head to look around.

“Probably throwing crowd surfers off the stage 'cause they’re using his equipment tonight.” James offered, head still lowered in focus, fingers working diligently. “You know how he feels about his vintage speakers.”

He rolled up the bit of paper with finesse and brought it to his mouth, but he paused before he could poke his tongue out of his mouth. James smirked to himself, flicking his eyes up to Regulus across him from under the shadow of his curls. His glasses hung low on his nose, giving him a predatory air. Then, he touched his tongue to the seam of his artful joint and without losing Regulus’ gaze, licked a tantalizing stripe across the edge. A flash of brilliant white canines in his stretched grin.

Regulus didn’t stand a chance, Remus thought.

“Prongs, quit using your tired little tricks on my brother.” Sirius groused, and Remus wondered momentarily if that was genuine jealousy he heard.

“Aw, c’mon Pads. Everyone loves the tricks I turn.” James pouted.

“Pads? What kind of a nickname is that?” Regulus suddenly jolted out of his Potter-induced daze, never missing a chance to jab at his brother. “Moony, Wormtail, Prongs, and Pads?”

“Moony’s never told you the story? We all have nicknames.” James happily supplied, finishing off his smoke and masterfully managing to show off a bit of his hipbones when he grabbed a lighter from his waistband. Sirius shrunk uncharacteristically.

“What story?” Regulus straightened.

“I’ll tell you, just hold on. Hold this for me.” James was too quick, he extended an arm and put the smoke between Regulus’ lips. His boy, of course, obediently let his mouth fall open without a second thought. James looked immensely pleased at this, as he lit the joint in Regulus’ mouth, the quiet crackle of Regulus pulling went unseen by Remus. Smoke floated up in his direction as James started.

James’ tricks may be tired, but they sure were practiced.

“We decided one night to go cow-tipping because we thought it was an urban legend. So, we hopped the fence into Hogshead Farms–Thanks, sweetheart.” James winked and pocketed the lighter. Retrieving his joint from Regulus’ mouth, he inhaled and held the smoke in his lungs while he talked. “We found some sleeping cows but they were lying down! It’s total bullshit! Anyways, we’re about to leave when boom! Spotlights go up, they called the cops on us!” James chuckled and blew out the smoke from the side of his mouth, passing the joint to Sirius whose hand shook in Remus’ peripheral.

“We take off running in different directions, I end up hiding in a bullpen. Of course, I didn’t know it was a bullpen until I turned around and there was one charging right at me. They found me pinned to the barn with a fuckin’ bull’s horns on either side of me! Thus, Prongs. Lurch here,” He gestured affectionally at Remus. “Managed to get away and into the woods, not before flashing the cops his ass, our Moony here was a real delinquent in his prime. Wormtail got caught by the scruff of the neck and ratted on all of us, led the cops right to us, and had all our parents called. Rat bastard.” Sirius lent the joint to Remus, letting out a shuddering breath.

James continued, “And guess who was found hiding in the doghouse?”

Regulus laughed in glee then, a pretty little peal of inebriated giggling at his brother's expense. “He longed to be with his kind, I suppose.”

“Our very own Padfoot.” James declared, punching Sirius in the shoulder.

Regulus’ head nearly whipped off his head.

Sirius stumbled with the friendly punch.

“Padfoot?” Regulus repeated, eyes boring into Sirius who refused to meet his little brother's gaze.

Remus glanced at James, who was already looking at him. They were both clearly tuned into the edge of Regulus’ voice and Sirius’ guilty look. Regulus stepped out of Remus’ embrace, flustered and face screwed up.

“Padfoot?!” He said a little louder, and Sirius shrank.

“That’s me,” Sirius affirmed meekly, shielding his abdomen with his arms like Regulus might go for vital organs any second.

Remus got the sense that James had said something that was about to bring a pointy reckoning between the brothers, so he took a long drag of the joint and started praying. He wracked his brain for the significance of such a nickname, but his brain was cloudy, his senses too attuned to the chaos threatening to shake up the delicate tower the three had so cautiously built.

“Padfoot.” Regulus was stuck on it for some reason, he flicked his eyes up to the stars, mouth agape. His fingers ran through his hair, and his eyelashes fluttered as they looked up to the heavens, connecting dots like mapping constellations. The meanest scoff left his throat. “You’re Padfoot.” He steeled himself and nodded like he’d figured something out and come to terms with it all in the span of thirty seconds. Regulus took the joint from Remus, still nodding ominously. He shook a curl out of his face and sighed, refusing to look back at his brother. He stepped back into Remus’ arms and he caught him subconsciously by the hips, noting that Regulus was twitching and shaking minutely.

“Right. So, James.” He blew smoke out of his nose and raised an eyebrow, “How was Spain?”

 

♫

 

The car ride was a graveyard silence, Remus hadn’t even turned on the radio.

Regulus took the front seat without a fight, Sirius quietly resigning himself to sulking amongst all the other things in Remus’ back seat. Regulus kept glancing at his sullen face in the rearview, trying to decide what he even made of this discovery. He’d had a great night throwing back shots with his friends, dancing, and getting a taste of the sin that was James Potter. He wondered why Sirius would push the idea of him and James if it meant Regulus would find out through him eventually.

Remus never called him Padfoot, or even Pads, Remus had his own names for Sirius; baby, babe, pup, never that godforsaken nickname. Maybe Sirius wanted him to find out like this, secondhand from somebody so excited to tell his story that he didn’t know just what significance it held.

Padfoot. P4DF00T.

Nearly two years now had he seen the screen name leave the sweetest comments on his works. There wasn’t a single thing he had posted that P4DF00T hadn’t read. Not even read, annotated. Read in depth. Picked out his favorite parts and added his thoughts on the excerpts.

Sirius knew all this time.

He couldn’t decide if he was angry or embarrassed. Regulus had spent hours retelling and remaking moments he shared with Sirius in his own fantastical image. Waxed poetic about his yearning to have his brother, to be his brother in certain instances. The envy he held for his gender and freedom of expression, the passionate images that flashed behind his eyes when Sirius got close to him.

And Sirius knew.

He knew.

Sirius knew how badly Regulus needed him. Bad enough to write schoolboy fantasy about the most minute scraps of affection. Now, he has the gall to give that kicked puppy face at being found out. Like a dog who got into something he wasn’t supposed to.

Remus was smart enough to get out of the line of fire the moment he shut the door to the trailer behind them.

“So, Padfoot.” Regulus sneered.

Sirius dropped himself onto the couch with his head in his hands while Regulus stood over him with his arms crossed, still hot with substances in his veins.

“I was going to tell you, eventually.”

“You mean you were going to let me find out, eventually.” Regulus retorted. Remus watched with interest from the sidelines.

“I didn’t mean for it to go this far, okay? I was just curious because you were always so secretive about what you were writing and I admit it was a shitty thing to do–”

“It was an invasion of my privacy, is what it was.”

“You’re right! I swore I wasn’t going to keep reading, I was just going to let it be, but I got caught up.” Sirius finally looked up, eyes pleading. Regulus offered no mercy.

“It's been two years,” Regulus said with his teeth clenched. “That stuff was–” He nearly lost it, thinking about everything he had written. “It was private! It was some of my deepest, darkest desires and you didn’t say anything! You read all of that and you let me suffer, thinking there was something wrong with me for wanting those things. You let me think I was crazy thinking those things every time I saw you; every time you touched me!”

Remus sucked his teeth in the corner, he must have put two and two together.

“I know, and I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to do! You were my little brother, and just because that’s what you were writing about didn’t mean that’s what you wanted. What was I supposed to do? Throw you on the bed and just do all those things you wrote about?”

“You could have talked to me about it!” In the back of his mind, Regulus recognized that he wouldn’t have been opposed to the other option back then either.

“You’re right, I should have. But, I kept putting it off and eventually, I was in too deep. I’m sorry Regulus. I really am.” Sirius reached for his hands but Regulus remained firm. “In a way, I did let you know that’s what I wanted. I mean, look at where we’re at now? I commented on everything, didn’t I?”

“I didn’t know it was you.”

“I was scared, Reg.” Sirius said quietly, “I didn’t want to initiate anything, I’m the older one, it wouldn’t have been right.”

“Nothing about this is right.” Regulus scoffed, and it seemed even the woods went quiet around them.

Sirius flinched and looked at Remus for support. The older boy simply busied himself with staring at his shoes, unsure himself what to make of that observation.

“Chapter 12 of Beneath Starlit Skies. They said the same thing, didn’t they? ‘This isn’t right’? But, then they kissed and you wrote that it felt like coming home. The feeling of coming home, what is it? Returning to a place where you’ve lived and made yours. Or maybe, a place you share with somebody else. You’re home, you are where I’m meant to be.”

Regulus looked away, pursing his lips and sniffing. Tilting his nose to the sky, reluctant to hear Sirius quote his own writing back to him.

“Whispers In The Shadows, chapter 6. One of my favorites, by the way.” Sirius stood, putting himself back into Regulus’ line of sight. His eyes kept changing colors, shifting with a kaleidoscope of emotions. “You said love was such a different word than sex, and ten times more compelling, and I agree. It’s not just the dirty parts I read, I read all the love too. I felt all of the love. Do you have any idea how happy I was when I finally came to terms with how I felt about you, knowing you felt the same? You put it into words so beautifully, Reggie baby.”

“Sirius–” Regulus tried, but it sounded weak, he dug his nails into his arms. Sirius tenderly cupped the sides of his face, forcing Regulus to hear his own words, to crumble under the touch of his brother. Who knew too much, knew him too intimately in so many more ways than one.

“The oneshot! Threads of Fate! ‘How can I ever find another like you–you were bred into my very bones.’!” Sirius sounded like a madman, his eyes welling up just like his younger brothers were regrettably doing. “I know them all by heart, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I’m so fucking sorry, baby. But, I felt the same, I’ve always loved you this deeply, it’s how we were born–how we were raised. How else would we have ever found love in that godforsaken house? I was scared, and you were braver than me, smarter than me. You figured it out in intimate detail before I could ever even admit it to myself.”

A tear escaped Regulus’ eye, cresting over his cheek. Sirius caught it with the pad of his thumb and gasped at its heat as if it burned.

“Angel?” He whispered.

Regulus sucked the next breath out of his brother’s mouth and made it his own. Sirius gripped his face in surprise, groaning into Regulus as he pressed his lips just as hard to his. The world fell away around them, only the weaving of Regulus’ fingers in Sirius’ hair for a tether to reality. He pulled and gripped like Sirius might slip away in the next moment.

“You fucking asshole,” Regulus said into the millimeters that separated them.

“I love you.” Sirius pathetically whined in return.

Regulus gave a full-body shiver in his grasp, bottom lip quivering as he scrambled for the breath knocked out of his lungs.

“I love you too.”

They’ve said it thousands of times, but this was the first time. Their first time.

“Make me yours, Siri.” Regulus pleaded as they pushed their foreheads together, clutching handfuls of each other like the spoiled children they’ll always be with one another. He needed to be marked for death in his brother's arms and brought back to life in his image, Sirius knew him better than he’d known himself after all it seemed.

The next second, Regulus was floating, his head spinning as the ground eluded him. He locked his legs around Sirius as he was walked backward and placed gently onto Remus’ bed, never letting go of Sirius as his world tilted, refusing to not share air with him for even a moment. Sirius kneeled on the bed between his legs, returning to his place on Regulus’ lips as they opened their mouths in searching hunger, overcome with a need to be as close to each other as humanly possible. Perhaps crawl into each other and become one being, one entity entirely.

Regulus fed needy whines into his brother's mouth, filling the space between his cheeks with his want, no longer will he fill pages with it instead. The pressure was too strong to breathe long and hard, so they panted instead, it felt like dying and living all in one breath. If this was a sin, never let them be holy again. Never let them be clean if this was filth. Let them be an act against God if this was not what he intended, and how could it not be when it felt as natural as the act of eating, sleeping, breathing, and breeding? What else was humankind put on this earth to do if not this?

Regulus needed to feel Sirius against him, the way they were born. Unabashedly naked, and returned to a time before their flesh blushed with connotations. He tore his shirt over his head and allowed Sirius the space to do the same, he didn’t care about the jewelry that caught and flew away on his netted undershirt. His older brother helped him out of his pants and underwear all in one go, busying his mouth with the swells on his chest and the pink cherries on top. Regulus cried out in relief, breathy keens of reverence to another being in the face of God. There was nothing holier than Sirius’ mouth on his skin.

Leaning up to undo his belt, Sirius spoke breathlessly, darkened eyes burning with desire. “You’re shining, little star.” He panted.

Regulus full-on moaned, feeling himself clench around nothingness, a void beginning to form where Sirius no longer touched him. Sirius kicked off his pants and Regulus’ hips lifted off the bed as if he was predestined to present himself to Sirius.

“I don’t want fantasy,” Regulus begged, pulling Sirius to his chest, needing to feel every inch of his skin against his own. “I want you, all of you.”

“You can have me, I’m yours. I always have been.” Sirius assured, and that’s when Regulus felt his hardened cock rut between his hipbones. He slung his arms around Sirius’ neck, pulling him so close Sirius had to duck into the crook of his neck to avoid smashing their heads together. They plastered themselves together just to memorize the feeling, suffocated each other just to rid themselves of any air they had breathed before they were one. It was a crushing embrace, a goodbye to what they were before what was coming in the next moments. They choked on it. It was over, the world as they knew it existed only a minute longer as the inevitable slipped into the present. A sob wracked through them in tandem, and it was shattering.

Regulus pulled his brother’s face into his hands, fingers trembling and numb, he swept the hair out of his face gently and searched his brother’s tear-stained face for hesitance. He found need, and tears fell onto his face, becoming his own too.

The younger Black brother shakily nodded. The eldest did too in understanding.

Sirius pressed a tender kiss to his lips, nothing more than a tender kiss. Their eyes stayed closed, and all Sirius had to do was pull his hips back and down, the head of his cock kissing the rim of Regulus’ opening. Slick and waiting for him, as natural as the forest outside, primality and instinct paving the way for them. Sirius pushed in, and it was absolution, Regulus’ ribs shook with a sob and Sirius caught it with his lips, even as his little brother’s mouth remained open. Less of a kiss than anything they’ve shared, it was love and the need to swallow it. Regulus didn’t cry out of regret, or pain, just the relief he felt rip through him the moment Sirius pushed into his body. His body accommodated Sirius as if he’d been waiting for him all of his life. It didn’t stretch him taut like Remus did, or knock on his cervix when he reached the end of him, Sirius fit perfectly, nestled inside of his body with all the tenderness of a long-awaited homecoming.

“Siri.” He whispered when he finally remembered he could communicate like mortals instead of the celestial entities they were in this quiet moment; speaking through the energies and stardust in the undulating and changing forms they called their bodies. It wasn’t him calling out for Sirius, it was a ‘Hello’. A welcoming into his body.

His brother stayed silent, just hardly against his lips. Then he looked down at where they were connected and pushed the rest of the way in without warning like he couldn’t help it.

“Sirius!” Regulus said more urgently, scrambling to grip his brother's upper arms as Sirius pushed himself up, entranced by what he found below. Pleasure soared between them, crackling like stars being born. Regulus began to shake as Sirius pushed himself as far as he could go with a deep groan. “Oh, fuck.” Regulus lifted his head to see what Sirius was so enraptured by, met by the surreal image of twin complexions melding into one.

Sirius gave a testing thrust, making an obscenely wet sound with every inch of himself he revealed, coming away glistening. Then back in, torturously slow and hot. His arms shook as he tried to keep himself up, flexing under Regulus’ fingers with restraint. Regulus dug his nails into the fibrous muscle underneath, signaling to his older brother that he could be ruthless and greedy, just like they were bred to be.

Show him what they were made of.

With that, Sirius gave a slam into his cunt that sent Regulus’ head dropping back onto the bed with a moan, cursing under his breath at the way every nerve in his body squeezed and relaxed, every endorphin and ounce of adrenaline his body had to offer rocketing through his veins at once. Sirius was in a deep trance state, not offering a single word as he manhandled Regulus’ legs onto his shoulders, calves around his neck and thighs trembling. Sirius pressed down, deep, compacting Regulus into something neat and little. When Sirius looked at him he shrouded them in a curtain of his hair, hiding them away from Remus, the world, and everything that was not them in this moment. Waves of inky black spilled over curls of the same shade; no telling where one ended and the other began.

They were locked in a stare, lips parted and noses knocking. Sirius gripped Regulus’ thighs with a purpose and gave him everything.

He reared his hips back and slammed in again, and again, and again. Regulus couldn’t stop the noises he made as his brother dug his knees into the bed and fucked into him. Sirius was knocking the very air from his lungs and bleeding the color from his world. His eyes were open but all he could see was black, pin pricked with white-hot stars.

Sirius latched his mouth onto his neck and began to suck viciously, on a mission to claim and stain him for the rest of his life. He growled against his pulse as if he might tear the very artery out.

“You were made for me. Every part of you was made just for me, Reg.” The declaration vibrated against the column of his throat, wet with Sirius’ spit.

“Yours, Siri. All yours.” Was all he could wheeze between punishing thrusts, unyielding and aided by the fact that he’d never been this wet in his life.

Sirius emerged with spit-wet lips, finding his brother's eyes as he continued to fuck into him mercilessly, Regulus whimpered, helpless against the look Sirius gave him. He found Sirius dizzy with pleasure, eyebrows drawn up as he focused on the rhythm of his hips slamming into Regulus and hitting him right there. Regulus felt his eyes well up, at the sensations, and at the look of reverence Sirius was giving him. He belonged to him, he was safe in his dismantling. Regulus clenched around him, and Sirius gave a delicious reaction, closing his eyes and basking in it as he rested his damp forehead on Regulus’.

“Reggie, baby.” He moaned deeply, so unlike Regulus at the moment, who gave up the effort of making his noises sound anywhere near boyish. “You feel like heaven,” Sirius said through clenched teeth, slowing into fluid long strokes, breaching Regulus anew every time he pulled back out and stretched him open all over again. Regulus sighed, relaxing into his brother's hold, closing his eyes as Sirius used his body for his pleasure. “That’s a good boy,” Sirius kneeled back up, resting both of Regulus’ legs over one shoulder and letting his hair fall into his face as he watched himself disappear into him.

Sirius looked otherworldly, glistening with sweat and engaging lean muscles in the act of making Regulus fall apart on his cock.

Regulus reached out the hand not gripping Remus’ sheets by his head, and Sirius snatched it up quickly, pulling it to his mouth and kissing the center of Regulus’ palm. It somehow felt more intimate and tantalizing than the other things Sirius was currently doing to him, it shot sparks to his clit, something so simple that had never happened before, even with Remus.

Sirius must have noticed somehow, be it by Regulus clenching around him or the uptick in noises that left him with every breath. His older brother, never one to deny his baby brother, took Regulus’ index finger into his mouth, closing his lips around it and hollowing his cheeks. Just the skinny digit wrapped in the heat of his mouth had Regulus’ arm shaking, and he tested pushing it deeper. He could feel the bumps of Sirius’ tastebuds against the very ridges of his fingerprint, that’s how sensitive he seemed to be, and Sirius pressed down again when he sensed his little brother’s curiosity.

He folded him in half and began fucking down into him, rattling the bed on its frame, hard and deep. Regulus pushed another into his mouth, and Sirius pushed drool out around them and ran his tongue between the two fingers catching on the little web there. Regulus gave a violent shudder that saw his eyes fluttering shut momentarily.

“Fuck, Sirius. You’re such a good big brother.” He whined high and tight in his throat, imagining it was what Sirius’ mouth would feel like if he was fucking into it with a cock. “Makin’ me feel so good, puppy.” It slipped out mindlessly, and Sirius’ hips picked up, thrusts becoming more shallow. Regulus thrusts his fingers in deeper, reaching for Sirius’ gag reflex and not finding it. “Is that what you are, Siri? My big pretty puppy?” Regulus cooed breathlessly, watching Sirius nod with his mouth full.

Sirius hugged Regulus’ legs tight and began rutting into him at a quicker pace, making their skin slap and their noises meld into one chorus of filth. Sirius panted around his little brother's fingers, grabbed his wrist, and lost himself in slobbering over his digits like he had forgetten all decency, licking from his palm to the pads of his fingers. Regulus lost himself to it too, the rough tongue on his most tactile nerve endings and the cock fucking into him with fast shallow thrusts. He felt his heartbeat quicken between his legs, and a twitching in his thighs, the coiling of his lower abdomen as his body readied him for the sublime.

“I want you to come in me, Siri.” He begged, index and middle finger in Sirius’ mouth while his thumb hooked under his chin, forcing him to face him head-on. Sirius made a low noise that shook down his arm, tingling in his wrist and the crook of his elbow, Regulus took it as hesitation, so he shoved his fingers in harder, not caring if Sirius’ front teeth scraped his knuckles. “You are.” He demanded petulantly, “You’re gonna’ come in your little brother's cunt, and you’re gonna breed me.”

Regulus distantly heard Remus let out a shaky breath. He’d almost forgotten he was there, but he didn’t turn his head to find him, only forced Sirius to look him dead in the eye when he said it.

“Breed me, Siri. Please?” Sirius’ thrusts began to get reckless, bending to his little brother's sinister will. “Come with me, c’mon.” Regulus retracted his fingers and moved to spread his legs, planting his feet on the bed and lifting his hips, Sirius came down with his hands around his waist instantly finding his lips.

“Fuck, Reg.” He panted between a hot tangle of tongues, losing his grip on everything that wasn’t Regulus’ body beneath him. “I’m so close, angel. You sure?”

“I wanna’ feel you so bad.” Regulus cradled his head with both hands, open mouths breathing heavily into each other, every thrust knocking them higher up the bed. Sirius angled himself just right, ramming himself right where Regulus needed him, and it all became a matter of seconds. “Sirius, Sirius, Sirius…” Regulus whispered between them, squeaks and moans tainting the name, tears spilling and falling down the sides of his face, dampening the bed and behind his ears.

“Regulus.” Sirius crooned back at him, savoring every syllable. “Reg-u-lus.” He grits out with frenzied thrusts into Regulus’ quickly tightening hole. “Oh, God.” That was the last thing he said before ruining his chance at heaven forever, sheathing himself balls deep into Regulus as he spilled, blisteringly hot into the deepest parts of his body. Regulus followed him into damnation shortly thereafter, wrenching his eyes shut and moaning louder than he ever had as every muscle in his body tightened, spasmed, and then melted off the bone. Sirius shot into him for what felt like an eternity, and Regulus felt every second of it, could taste it on his tongue it seemed.

They were clinging onto each other, wrapped up close, sweaty skin sticking together, and faces buried into each other’s necks. It was beautiful, it was tragic, it was everything. Regulus felt his chest cracked open and Sirius taking up all of the space there. He’d never been filled with more love and emotion than this moment and he thought; this is what stars are made of.

Together they breathed harshly, unmoving except for their hands clenching and unclenching, petting, and soothing the other. Sirius was the first to take action, falling to the side and leaving Regulus empty, pulling his little brother on top of him. Sirius’ heart sounded like it was going to beat out of his chest, Regulus’ was no better. He could hear it in his ears. Sirius wrapped him up tight, pulling one of his legs across his hips and kissing his forehead soundly with trembling lips. They waited like that, waited for hellfire, or for the world to cease as they knew it. But, it didn’t, they just shined and basked in the afterglow as they floated through the void, never letting each other go. Regulus in his big brother's arms, sure of the fact that he’d never let him go and let him float away into space all alone.

Eventually, a warm pair of hands was smoothing down his back, and words were being murmured over him. The hands were rough and so, so familiar. When he looked up they’d touched down on the solid form of the moon, no longer untethered in the great vacuous black of the universe.

“Hey,” Remus worried over him, glowing with a halo made of ceiling light behind him. “That sure was something, huh, baby?” Regulus’ ears were stuffed with cotton, the only thing he knew and understood right now was that he wanted to be with Sirius like this forever. In his arms where the world couldn’t touch them. Remus ran his hand through his hair, pushing it off his face and smiling softly at his silence. He turned his attention to the older Black brother, leaning out of Regulus’ vision for a moment, and he was sure he heard a kiss.

“You did so good, pup.” Was directed at Sirius, and maybe it was hard-wired into him, but Sirius had the presence of mind to respond with a “Thank you, Sir.”

Regulus smiled softly at that, and hid his face against Sirius’ chest, smelling the sweat-sweet skin. He was sure now, he’d float away if he wasn’t held onto, felt so light and full of love for them both.

“Let me have him, baby. I’ll come get you in a second.” Remus said lowly, and Regulus felt himself be lifted with hands under his arms. When he opened his eyes he was tucked against Remus’ neck like he found himself last night, arms and legs wrapped around his tall boyfriend as he walked to the shower, already running and fogging up the small room. He got set down inside in front of the mirror like he had been one night many moons ago, and he saw his reflection, he was almost startled that he had a corporeal form at all at first. Then he noticed the eyeliner running down his face and the red rim around his eyes, the bruised quality to his lips, and the feeling started coming back to his body, beginning at his toes and creeping up.

Remus led Sirius in shortly after, and his arms quickly found their way around his waist, his chin coming down on his shoulder. Sirius looked at their reflection together with him and smiled at him through the looking glass.

“Hi, Siri.” He sighed, grazing blunt nails on Sirius’ forearms.

“Hi, Reggie.” And nothing had changed.

Suddenly, Sirius yelped, Remus emerged behind them, swatting at Sirius’ ass before dropping three sets of boxers in different sizes in the dry sink and lifting the toilet seat. He pointed at Regulus as he tested the temperature of the water with the other hand.

“You. Pee and pill.” Then he pointed at Sirius, “You. Shower, you stink.” He said seriously, making Regulus giggle at Sirius. He did stink under the arms a bit.

“Hey! Not funny!”

“Stinky Siri.” He teased, before having his face grabbed by a large hand and a morning-after pill pressed into his mouth.

“You stink too, pretty boy, come on.” Remus led him into the shower first, smiling at his little pout then his grimace as he dry swallowed nearly expertly at this point. Sirius mocked him with a silent ‘HahHah’ over Remus’ shoulder. Regulus flipped him off when he joined him in the shower and whined loudly when Sirius bit at his finger.

Remus watched as the two scrubbed each other off, Sirius helping his brother get all the tracked eyeliner off of his face and Regulus piling Sirius’ sudsy hair up on top of his head after they failed to make it a mohawk. Regulus was short enough to be a success though.

“Daddy?” Regulus whined once they’d finished all the necessary things, breaking Remus out of his trance. Regulus wondered if Remus knew he was wearing the sappiest look on his face he’d ever seen.

“Yeah, baby?” He stood at attention, already going for a towel as he probably thought Regulus was ready to get out.

Sirius plastered himself against his little brother's back, “You’re not coming in?” he said with a tempting lilt against the shell of Regulus’ ear.

Remus visibly short-circuited, eyes locked on the two slippery temptations luring him into his shower.

“I don’t think we’ll fit, love.”

“It’ll be a squeeze, but we don’t mind. Right, Reg?”

Regulus shook his head, giving his best attempt at wide puppy eyes, but Sirius probably had him beat.

“Come on, big guy.” Sirius made space, and the name seemed to have broken down the last of Remus’ will because he started to peel off his shirt and shuck off his jeans. Sirius and Regulus gave little cheers from inside the shower, making Remus blush, as much as he’d never admit it.

A squeeze it was, as Remus slotted himself into the space the brothers made between them. He stood there bracketed by the two with that handsome quiet smile never leaving his lips as he watched in amusement while Sirius dished out some body soap into Regulus’ hand then his own. Then, there were four smaller hands getting him sudsy and clean, swiping over every area of his body but seeming to pay less attention to one very specific zone. They cooed at him and talked around him in low voices over the sound of the shower.

“We’re so lucky to have a Daddy like Remus, aren’t we, Siri?” Regulus said in this honey-sweet tone reserved for when in the safety of the four walls of their trailer.

“We are, Reg. Moony takes such good care of us, reads to us, let’s us drink his coffee, fucks us so good…” He went on, and Regulus hummed and agreed with each sentiment Sirius drawled on. “Can we wash your hair, Master?” Sirius stood tall to ask into his ear.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He chuckled, ruffled by the attention. Sirius got right to it, and Remus closed his eyes and groaned with contentment, only opening his eyes when Regulus huffed.

“Too tall, Daddy.” He said simply, and Remus fell to fix it without question, getting on his knees between the two boys.

“There you go, princess.”

Regulus seemed pleased with this, snickering as his hands came down to wash his hair too, scratching behind his ears and at the nape of his neck. Remus wrapped a hand around each of their thighs for stability while he too got anointed with a mohawk, which he quickly demanded be washed away when their giggles became too self-indulgent. They pretended Remus was actually being stern instead of laughing himself too. Regulus sweetly reminded his Daddy to close his eyes before they washed the shampoo out of his hair because he didn’t want to hurt him.

Before standing back up Remus turned to each of them and pressed wet kisses around their belly buttons, coaxing out more of those giggles made of candy floss which he could taste when he took each of their mouths against his own. Mouths that escaped him and traveled south, showing him how much they appreciated the moonlight in their night sky.

♫

“How are you two feeling?” He asked as he leaned against the wall of the shower, each of them pressing a cheek against one of his pecs and lost in a staring contest. They had nothing better to do but stand in the warm spray and steam of the shower, happy to just be close.

Sirius spoke first after biting on the inside of his cheek in thought, running a hand up and down Regulus’ side and entwining with Remus’ which also rested there. “I feel different.” He started, then stayed quiet like he hadn’t finished the thought. “Lighter. Like I was scared of heights but climbed a mountain and found out it’s where I should’ve been all along.”

Remus hummed, rubbing a hand over Sirius’ behind. “How about you, little one?”

Regulus bit his lip, looking up at Remus and then back at Sirius, feeling a smile creep on his face. Sirius reached for his hand with his free one, and they locked their fingers together.

Just hold my hand, Reg. I won’t let you fall, okay?

Regulus thought of the nights on their family’s oil rigs, the first time he rode his bike without training wheels, his first day of school, his first haircut, the first time Sirius introduced him to the tallest boy their age he’d ever met.

He thought of the dying planet he was named after. How Sirius held his hand while they killed it once and for all.

Then, he thought back to the night sky he and Sirius floated in just a while ago, clinging onto each other as they drifted through space and time. No up or down, no sound or solid ground, just them and the light that shined from inside of them. From their very cores, the dust and carbon of their bones that belonged to a single star eons ago, separated and found again after all this time.

They glowed. God, they twinkled and danced in the night sky just then.

Silvery and cyan like the star, Sirius. Brilliant and blue like the star, Regulus.

“Blue.” He said simply.

Sirius lifted his head off Remus’ chest, shaking his head with a little laugh and squeezing his hand. Remus hummed again in interest, vibrating against his cheek.

“I feel so blue.”

Notes:

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Chapter 15: Boy Division

Summary:

Regulus has a crush.

Notes:

im sorry blue moon motel is just now creek blues canon

“Baby, come back to bed would ya’?”

Remus extended a hand from the bed, Sirius tucked under one arm snoring against his chest. It was hardly morning outside, just the purple and orange streaks of dawn cresting over one side of the sky while the other remained shrouded in the night. The birds had hardly woken up and Regulus was already starting up his laptop as was his routine for the past few days.

It wasn’t chilly in the mornings anymore like it was when he first started staying at the trailer, the trees bloomed all sorts of green hues that Sirius once told Regulus made up the color of Remus’ eyes. Now, it was summer, and the humidity cast fog over their clearing in the morning making it the perfect weather for Regulus to fret and pine over one James Potter.

“I’ve just got to write something out. I’ll start the coffee in a bit.” Regulus didn’t even cast his eyes upwards as he loaded up a blank document.

“Don’t make me go over there.” Remus threatened with a sleepy half grin. Mischief flashed in his eyes, which Regulus had learned to never underestimate. He could be the worst out of the bunch when he wanted to be.

Sirius stirred, sensing the chest under him rumbling against his cheek. He groaned and pushed knotty hair out of his face, having fallen asleep before Remus could get a chance to put it into neat plaits the night prior. His brother blinked at Regulus’ empty spot then immediately up at the couch, already knowing where else he would be. He flopped back down once he found Regulus exactly where he thought he’d be.

“How can you write this early?” He whined, voice reedy with sleep. “About Prongs at that.”

“Like you wouldn’t eat him up with a spoon.”

“No, I think that’s you.”

“Oh, Prongsie-Wongsie! I missed you so much, please never go twenty-four hours without hanging out with me again!” Regulus mocked in a girlish voice.

“Dear diary, today James wore a tank top. My heart fluttered against the birdcage in my chest, and my bones ached to lick the sweat off his farmers tan.” Sirius returned in kind.

“He does not have a farmers tan!” Regulus gasped, taking grave offense to the jab against James’ complexion. He was so wrapped up in his bickering he hadn’t noticed Remus had gotten out of bed and started towards him.

“Alright, that’s enough. It’s too early to be fighting and writing.” Remus snapped his laptop shut and tossed it aside before crouching to lock his arms around Regulus’ waist. Regulus couldn’t get a protest out before he was being folded over Remus’ shoulder and being hauled back to bed like nothing more than the bales of hay Remus carries at work. His hair fans around his head when he’s tossed indelicately next to his brother.

Sirius instantly props his head up on his elbow and leans over his face, smacking his lips together and moaning James’ name in what Regulus can only assume is his attempt at sounding like Regulus in the throes of James-induced pleasure. It earns him Regulus pulling a handful of his bedhead.

“Quit.” Remus grumbled as he settled back in beside Regulus, bookending him in bed in case he made another escape attempt.

The two froze at the command, snickering to themselves at what they called the Daddy-voice now. They didn’t tell Remus that’s what they called it of course, because then he’d stop doing it, and they would never forgive themselves. They shared a quick peck to show they’ve kissed and made up. Sirius rearranged himself to lay on Regulus’ stomach, his favorite way to use his little brother as a pillow.

“Why don’t you just tell him? You know he likes you. He knows you like him. It’s been months now!” Sirius threw his arms up dramatically and let them flop back down with a huff.

Regulus shrugged, busying his hands with combing knots out of Sirius’ hair.

He and James have been doing the dance since December, now he had graduated and had the summer to look forward to before he started college in the fall. It was easy enough to avoid James when he would only bump into him at parties and throw glances at him across the trailer when Sirius and Remus had him over. His boyfriends and Peter were always enough to take up James’ time, making sure they were never left to direct their sole attention on each other. But he always felt him watching, with those decadent and usually low lidded brown eyes of his. Always assessing what Regulus was doing in the background while the four best friends occupied each other, and in turn Regulus would be watching him from over the edge of his laptop or a book.

Now, because his brother and James insist summer vacation doesn’t end with high school–which is a rule he doesn’t know how they’ll keep alive once they have real jobs–James has all the time in the world to come around and distract Sirius from his measly online courses while Remus is at work. This means his attention turns to Regulus when Sirius is taking a test he ultimately flies through before Regulus can combust from the flirting thinly veiled as small talk.

“Is it because of us?” Remus snaps him out of his fretting.

“What do you mean?” He blinks out of the images of James stretching an arm around the back of the couch and leaning in to sneak a peek at his laptop. 

“Like, do you think you need permission from us?” Sirius clarifies for Remus, always a breath away from finishing each other’s sentences.

“Because by all means go ahead. He’s a lot of fun, casual or not.”

“Moony’s right. Lots of fun.” Sirius raises his eyebrows with a suggestive tone, and his two lovers chuckle like they’re both remembering something.

Regulus sits up, knocking Sirius’s head down to his lap. “Wait, you’ve both slept with him already?”

They both laugh again like that’s the funniest thing they’ve heard, and Regulus falls back onto the bed with a groan not knowing if he felt jealous of them or over them.

“He’s joined us in bed a time or two.” Remus tried to hide his smirk with a hand rubbing over his stubble.

“Or three. Or four.” Sirius went on.

Regulus folded the two ends of the pillow around his face and nearly screamed.

“What? I was stuck in a room with him for six months! I think a handy is in order from time to time!”

“I will kill myself in front of you both and change the trajectory of your lives forever.”

“All we’re saying is that you should go for it, baby.” Remus coaxed the pillow off his face, smiling down at his pout.

Sirius sat up and knocked his head beside his boyfriends into Regulus’ line of vision.

“He fucks like a porn star.” His brothers face split wickedly.

“Oh, God!” Regulus cried, pushing both of them off and jumping to his feet. “Please, stop!” He put his hands over his ears and started for the coffee machine, deciding he needed caffeine if he was going to deal with his partners suddenly becoming their best friends’ wingmen.

“C’mon, pretty boy, why’d you go on and say that?” Remus drawled, rolling Sirius on top of himself, clearly still finding amusement in embarrassing their little lover instead of actually defending him.

“I wanted to see if he’d spontaneously combust.” Sirius leaned down to say against Remus’ lips before they slid together in an all too heated kiss for just waking up. They wore the same shade of mischief, still laughing through their noses at Regulus’ expense while they deepened the kiss.

Regulus loved them so much it hurt. They were maniacs when they played off each other, he could see it when he got glimpses of their teenage selves.

“I just don’t know how to flirt, okay?” He gesticulated with the measuring spoon, getting bits of coffee ground on the counter. “He’s been with so many other people–you two included!–and I’ve been with my brother and his boyfriend! I feel like I only know how to seduce you two idiots.”

“Did he just call us idiots, Moony?” Sirius broke the kiss, sitting up to straddle Remus.

“I think he did, Pads.”

Nothing good ever came after Remus used Sirius’ infamous nickname.

They were off the bed in seconds, Regulus only got a chance to set the machine to brew before he was being flipped around and lifted onto the counter. Remus and Sirius caged him in on either side, hands firm on his hips while two mouths crept up either side of his throat.

“I think you did a pretty good job of seducing me, baby.” Remus offered against his collar bone.

“I didn’t seduce you, Sirius basically told you to fuck me.” His whiny tone got cut off by Sirius nipping his earlobe with a hot breath that made goosebumps burst over the back of his neck.

“Not true! Moony told me all about how you offered yourself up.”

“And you were driving your brother crazy for months before that.”

“You can say that again.” Sirius scoffed before helping Remus suck marks against the column of his throat.

“That’s not flirting! That was me trying to get the two of you to snap and do all the work for me.”

“Then do that.” Remus said cooly, as if that was the most obvious way of going about their Potter problem.

“James like to talk, it’s like he plays verbal tennis when he flirts. I don’t know how to do that! What am I supposed to do? Prance around in little outfits until he can’t take it anymore?”

Remus and Sirius halted immediately and pulled back in tandem, speaking perfectly in sync.

“Yes.”

Regulus groaned again for the hundredth time this morning, and the sun had just finished cresting.

“You don’t need to know how to flirt. James like a challenge, he likes winning games. Get in his fuckin’ head.” His brother explained, and Regulus had to give him credit. If anybody would know how to play James it would be him. Regulus turned his head to Remus, eyes pleading for his take on it.

“I agree, play it cool, like you don’t even know you’re driving him crazy.”

Regulus worried his lip with his teeth, placing his hands over the ones on his body, one chilly and smooth like his, and one warm and weathered.

“Okay, what’s he into?” He nodded resolutely just as the coffee machine beeped behind him. He batted their hands away and shooed them off to the dining table. He hopped down and pulled out mugs, preparing their three cups of coffee for this strategical meeting.

“Feet.”

“Socks.”

“Gym shorts.”

“Crop tops.”

“Spit.”

“Oh! When you’re mean to him.”

“And make sure you out-smoke him.”

They rattled things off without pausing between them, and Regulus committed each to memory, nodding along with every one. James’ best friends sold him out readily for the benefit of their little lover, and he planned not to let them down for it.

“Okay, so he’s a total perv.” Regulus rolled his eyes with a betraying smile as he served Remus his coffee first. Perhaps he and James had more in common than he thought. “I can do perv.”

“Oh, you’re a perverts dream, darling.” Remus assured him with a grateful kiss before Regulus turned for Sirius’ mug. “He’s coming over later so I can help him install a part on his car, actually.”

“What does he even do for work that he can spend all summer hanging out with you two.” Regulus scoffed as if the prospect didn’t make his stomach do a summersault.

He caught the shit-eating grin on Sirius’ face the moment he turned to hand him his mug.

“He has an OnlyFans.”

That’s how Regulus Black became the first person to shatter a mug in Remus’ trailer.

 

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“Okay, now what?” Regulus finished buttoning up his pants, going to the bathroom and standing on his tippy toes to no avail, he couldn’t see what he looked like from the waist down. Sirius came up behind him and stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes glued to Regulus’ ass. He whipped around with his hands covering his dignity. “What, Siri!”

“Holy shit.” Sirius spread his arms as if in worship. “This is my magnum opus.”

His magnum opus being the old pair of jeans he took a pair of kitchen scissors to with Regulus thirty minutes ago. He had Regulus stand in the middle of the trailer while Remus and James got to poking their heads around under the hood of James’ car. It started above the knee, then mid-thigh, then they were encroaching on the jean’s pockets, and at that point they went full send. A little tossing around to fray up the raw edge and an oversized T-shirt later and Regulus was wishing his boyfriend cared enough about what he looked like to own a full-length mirror.

Sirius stepped further into the tiny bathroom, pushing Regulus up until the sink dug into his back.

“His eyes are gonna’ come out of his head.” His brother said, never taking his off Regulus’ as he pulled him in by the end of his shirt, pulling it high and tight on his waist before bunching it up and tying it into a knot just above his belly button, making a crop top of Remus’ Bowie shirt.

“You don’t think it’s too much?” Regulus fretted while Sirius circled the ends of their noses together.

“Definitely. You definitely have too much clothes on.” He pressed their lips together a few times in succession, slotting his thigh between Regulus’.

Regulus threw his arms around his neck and squeezed his legs together, smiling into the sweet kisses. “It’s ‘too many’ not ‘too much’, dumbass.”

“Whatever, smartass.” He said, sliding his hands up the bottom of Regulus’ shorts to get handfuls of the little bit of fat where the backs of his thighs and his ass met, squeezing like the area wasn’t fully visible and his little brother’s skin doesn’t stain at even the gentlest of mistreatment. Regulus moaned into his mouth to show he didn’t care either. “Now, go out there and act like you don’t even know his first name.” Sirius whispered against his lips like the two outside could possibly hear the two brothers plotting.

“I can do that.”

“I know you can, baby.”

“Ow!” Regulus startled, and Sirius ran off before he could get a smack for the stinging handprint he just left on Regulus’ ass.

Regulus followed him out, stalling when his brother stopped at the front door, nearly knocking into his back.

“Follow my lead.”

“Okay, Siri.” Regulus nodded although he still felt a little unsure, but he trusted Sirius, it should be easy. He’s been following Sirius’ lead all his life and he’d never led his astray.

When the door opened, he felt nearly blinded by the midday sun, but he followed Sirius down the steps valiantly, tightening his jaw and putting on that mask of indifference he wore as easy as his own skin. Remus and James didn’t turn at the sound of the door opening and slamming shut, they kept their backs turned to the brothers, their shirts clinging on to them and darkening down their spines with sweat. Remus was twisting some tool while James held a tube out of the way under the lifted hood of James’ sleek red sports car. Of course, he and Sirius had to match the color of their cars. He forced himself not to smirk.

Sirius approached from behind, Regulus in tow. “Hey, Prongs.” He chirped, pressing a kiss to James’ cheek then Remus’, making sure Regulus caught the way he slightly bent at the waist to reach them without getting between them. “Sir.”

James and Remus only regarded him with a “Hey, baby.” and “Sup’, Pads.” their eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

When Sirius straightened up and started walking towards the back of Remus’ truck he tweaked his head in their direction, suggesting Regulus do the same before he dropped the tailgate and took a front row seat.

Regulus drew his shoulders back and started toward the side of the car closest to Remus, taking a steadying breath. The only thing he could feel were the shorts riding up his ass with every step he took. He came around and planted his hands on the lip of the hood, having to not only bend over but lift his feet off the ground a bit to reach Remus’ cheek. Regulus left a lingering kiss on his sweat shiny cheek.

“Hi, Daddy.” He smiled sweetly making his top row of teeth catch his bottom lip, he loved a stubbly Remus with a streak of oil he didn’t even know he’d left on his face. He hung there until he was addressed, looking up through his lashes.

“Look who came out-” Remus smiled and glanced over for a split second before the smile fell off his face and he did a full double take. The witty comment, surely about his boyfriends’ vampiric tendencies, died on his tongue when his eyes slipped down his waist and to the shorts. When his eyes tore themselves away to meet his again, they flashed with a knowing look. “Don’t you look pretty?” Remus gave him a full-bodied kiss on the lips. He loved Remus for knowing exactly what to say to get James to look over here.

When they pulled away James wore a dumbstruck expression, his glasses sliding down to the end of his nose. Regulus let the love doped smile drop instantly as if he’d just realized James was there and it warranted a scowl. James lit up like it was fucking Christmas.

“Regulus.” James greeted him simply with an upwards tilt of his chin, not bothering to hide the way his eyes scanned every bit of exposed skin from his forearms to where his line of vision ended at the tops of his thighs.

“Potter.” Regulus only lifted an eyebrow before planting his feet back on solid ground and making his way to take a seat next to Sirius.

Sirius sat with one leg hanging and the other bent up on the truck, his arm hanging over his knee with a cigarette already burning, and he has never looked prouder.

Regulus could feel every time his hips swayed to-and-fro, every time a bit of cheek peeked out, the eyes burning holes into his back. He hopped onto the tailgate and tried not to grin like an idiot at Sirius, and when he turned his head back to James and Remus, they were frozen like statues. As if Medusa herself had cast them slack-jawed in time. It was Sirius who couldn’t help laughing, and when he did, he seemed to press play on the two men who hastily went back to whatever it was they were doing.

“I’d say you’re off to a good start.” Sirius nudged him with his knee, tongue pressed into his cheek as he raised his eyebrows at him.

Regulus let a little chuckle escape him before he wriggled in his seat and leaned back on his hands, midriff on display. “I hope so, I have a wicked wedgie.”

“Beauty is pain, darling.”

The two brothers watched in silence while they soaked up the sun. Remus and James fiddled with parts and tubes Regulus had no comprehension of, and Sirius would mutter about what they were doing wrong or right between smokes but refused his help in favor of sitting pretty with Regulus. Their boyfriend looked as casually delectable as he usually does when covered in oil and sweat, curls stuck to his forehead while his jeans exposed the waistband of checkered boxers. Sirius was practically drooling by the time Remus had his sleeves rolled up, holding a tool between his teeth.

Regulus could appreciate the beauty of Remus in his element, but it was as if James reduced him to primal instinct, attracted to shiny things like the gold chain that hung over the exposed undercarriage of the car from his neck. He wished to see it dangling over his face, wanted to get it in his mouth when he moaned James’ name proper, wanted to test the give of the soft metal when he pulled him in for a bruising kiss. He had a five second lag in noticing James and Remus had finished their task and he was staring right back at him. A corner of his lips tilted to the sky when Regulus finally met his eyes.

Regulus challenged him by lolling his head to the side, touching the top of his ear to his shoulder like an assessing cat.

Behind James, Remus wiped off his hands and slammed the hood back down, breaking the spell.

“Well, let’s give it a try.” He took a step back and flickered his eyes between James and Remus, seemingly following the direct line of eye contact that connected them.

“Let’s.” James said simply, fishing his keys out of his back pocket and rounding the car. He dropped into the low driver’s seat and shut his eyes tight like the car would explode rather than turn over at any given moment.

It didn’t. It roared to life louder than any car Regulus had heard. It was obnoxious, it scared birds into flight around them, it made Regulus startle where he sat.

James was looking right at him, smiling brighter than he’d ever seen as the car settled into a purr beneath him.

Regulus rolled his eyes with a huff while Sirius jumped off the tailgate and bounced over excitedly, laughing along with James revving in place until the tailpipe sputtered like gunshots. Just like Remus’ did when he ripped down a highway late at night.

“Brilliant!” He threw his arms up into the air, tossing his head back into Remus’ shoulder when he was caught by the waist and pulled into his chest. “Think he’d beat you in a race, Moony?”

“Not a chance.” Remus smirked down at him and pecked his lips.

“C’mon I think I could, parts of this baby aren’t even street legal.” James said smugly after turning off the engine and pocketing his keys once again.

“Playing dirty, Prongs?” Remus teased, swaying with Sirius’ fidgeting in his arms.

“I always play dirty, Moons.” He purred like the idle of his engine, leaning into his entangled friends as he passed them by on his way up the steps. “I’m using your space-pod shower, I’d hate to smell like Remus.”

Sirius was more offended than Remus was, twisting in his arms to protect his ears from the jab. “Don’t listen to him! I love when you’re sweaty.”

“Thanks, baby.” He hunched only a little less than he needed to when he kissed Regulus. “One of us has to break a sweat between you two pillow princesses.”

“Am not!” Both brothers said, and James snickered with his back turned to them before disappearing inside, leaving the throuple outside to their own devices. The moment the door shut both Remus and Sirius turned their heads to make sure James was gone before beckoning Regulus over.

“Come here, baby.” Remus opened an arm, and Regulus was defenseless from hopping down and sidling into his arms next to his brother. Remus’ hand found his behind immediately. “These shorts are fuckin’ ludicrous.” He said lowly, looking between the two brothers. Because of course Sirius had something to do with this.

“Do you like them?” Regulus batted his eyelashes innocently, digging his nails into Remus’ bicep lightly.

“Do you want him dead?” His taller boyfriend scoffed.

“He sure is acting like it.” Sirius interjected.

“You’re the one who told me to be mean!”

Sensing a spat, Remus raised his hand and brought it back down soundly on one of Regulus’ cheeks. “You know what, Pads?”

“What?” Sirius perked, canines flashing.

“I’m thirsty.” Remus’ eyebrows furrowed, and he looked off like he could never figure out where he could find a glass of water. Sirius’ eyes cleared then flashed.

“Yeah, I’m parched.”

“Reg, would you be doll and get us some water?”

“Why can’t Sirius do it?!”

“Youngest has to do it.” His brother said with a smug air of self-satisfaction. Regulus whipped his head for Remus’ support, finding none.

“Youngest goes.”

Regulus glowered up at them, nearly falling victim to a manic eye twitch.

“I hate you both.” He muttered before making a point of stomping up the stairs. The couple laughed like the true sadists they were.

He swung the door open, expecting to find the trailer empty and the shower running, but James was in the kitchen leant up on the counter.

Shirtless, and frozen mid gulp of water from a mug, not a glass. Not any mug.

“That’s my mug.” He said flatly, crossing his arms in the threshold. James’ eyes widened, but the rest of his body remained still. Tense, the muscles in his arms and shoulders, even his abdomen where he slouched. Solid.

He pulled the mug away from his mouth and turned it in assessment.

“What exactly makes this your mug?” James said off the tail end of swallowing, voice rough.

“It’s Sirius’ constellation. I drink my coffee out of it every day. Remus bought it for me.” He ambled into the kitchen, jutting his hip out a safe distance away from James.

James licked his lips and examined the ceramic in his hand. “Oh, yeah.” He said simply before taking another mouthful, throat working down the rest of the water as he tipped his head back, slurping loudly before placing it into the sink.

“I’ll make sure to wash it so you don’t get any of my germs, princess.”

Oh, how Regulus wanted all of James’ germs.

“If you’d be so kind.” Regulus sneered before returning to the task at hand. He went for the cabinet that was next to James’ head, reaching up to grab his boyfriends’ own mugs. Except James didn’t move, didn’t even make a courteous attempt at giving Regulus space to open the door behind his head. He could either knock it into his skull or press himself up against his bare chest to rifle inside.

“Do you mind?” He said with an arm reaching over James’ tan shoulder, their faces less than a foot apart. James was looking straight down his back at his ass until he snapped back to attention. That same dumb look on his face when he met Regulus’ face before his own.

“Oh, no. I don’t.” Regulus could see the mustache starting to darken his upper lip from this close, the smudges on his glasses, the bob of his Adam’s apple when he spoke low like this. Regulus took a steadying breath, feeling his eyes flip into his head in heated annoyance.

He was just so annoyed that he wanted to ride his thigh and pant into his mouth right here in the kitchen. Maybe, pull his underwear aside and let James ram into him from behind while he presses his cheek to the cool countertop.

After letting out a measured breath, he opened his eyes again when the flashes stopped.

“Move.”

He could hear the stretch of James’ grin this close.

“Yes, Sir.”

James only made to lean to the side enough to let Regulus open the cabinet while still having to fumble around over his shoulder. As he went to set the cups down, he found James’ balled up shirt carelessly strewn on the counter, when he made to move it, he found it hot with his body and the sun in his hand, as it fell open, he was hit with the scent of musk and his expensive cologne warmed and diffused into their proximity.

“I like your outfit.” James cleared his throat near his ear.

“I noticed.”

“Did you?” He had the audacity to seem genuinely surprised.

“You couldn’t take your eyes off me, Potter.” Regulus was glad he could busy his eyes and hands with filling the mugs.

“Could say the same for you, Black.” This made Regulus snap his head up, lips parted in a bit of offense. “What? You can call me Potter like we didn’t grow up on the same block, but I can’t call you that?” He added a tweak of a full eyebrow.

“Call me whatever you want, doesn’t make a difference to me.” He fumed slightly, knowing his cheeks were flushed with something other than a good couple of hours sitting in the sun.

“I can think of a few things to call you.” He retorted flirtatiously like it was second nature, and his chain jostled with the tilt of his head back onto the cabinet like his head was swimming just as much as Regulus’ was and he just couldn’t support its weight.

Regulus chose not to answer, only because he was too flustered to think of something clever to say, so he focused on finishing his assigned mission as quickly as possible, pointedly avoiding eye contact even though he could feel James watching his every move intently. He chanced a glace in his direction, finding James melted against the counter, eyes jumping all over Regulus’ pinched features.

“What?” Regulus snapped.

“You’re pretty.” James smiled dopily, voice heavy with an chuckle at the back of his palate.

“You need to clean your glasses.” Regulus sighed.

“What? No!” He straightened with concern, “You’re gorgeous.”

“You’re tactless.”

“I think I’ve found your weakness.”

“And, what’s that?”

“You can’t take a compliment.” James caught his tongue between his teeth, watching Regulus get more ruffled the more he pushed. “Tactless.” He rolled around his mouth, “Big words are hot.”

Sirius was right, Regulus was going to spontaneously combust. Instead of doing that, Regulus stood in front of James, trying his best to not let his eyes catch on the way his muscles bulged from how he braced himself on the lip of the counter, focusing on his eyes instead with a practiced cold stare. But his eyes were just slightly obstructed by the glare and smudges on his glasses. Before James could realize what was happening, he shifted his weight to one hip and Regulus pinched them off his face. He assessed them in his hands before pointing them towards himself and spitting on the lens.

James’ mouth dropped with a little choked off noise.

He took no notice as he pulled a bit of his shirt out to dutifully wipe the little circles of plastic clean, leaving them crystal clear before shoving them back onto his face, missing one ear and leaving them lopsided on his face. James mouth still gaped slightly, low eyes boring blindly into Regulus, a totally unbelieving look on his face.

Regulus didn’t miss the stretch at the corners of his lips, or the swollen look to the front of his low-slung jeans. He just turned and headed back out the door, the outdoors assaulting his senses once again. He made a beeline for the tailgate, where Remus had Sirius sitting while he stood between his legs. Regulus threw himself beside them making the bed of the truck creak and rock. Then, he buried his face between his knees and took his first real breath since he’d gone inside. He felt Sirius and Remus stir out of their love drunk haze beside him.

“Uhm, Reg?” He brother nudged his shoulder, and Regulus whipped his head up like a skittish stray. His face just felt hot, and it wasn’t the weather.

“What?!” He snapped a little harder than he had inside with James.

Remus and Sirius didn’t flinch, they only dissolved into laughter.

“You forgot the water.”

 

Chapter 16: Sweet Boy

Summary:

Regulus goes on a date.

His car was parked next to Sirius’. James was visiting when Regulus got home from being a general mall rat with Barty and Evan.

The smile wiped itself off his face when he walked into the trailer still on the tail end of laughing at something Barty had cat called out his window before setting off down their hill. His eyes landed on James first, laying length wise on the couch scrolling on his phone, fiddling with his chain in his mouth, shirt ridden up and eyes lazy in their rolling over to assess Regulus in the threshold. Choosing to ignore this temptation he went to the dining table where Sirius was hunched over his laptop, sharp eyebrows drawn together in concentration as he read over the templates for what looked like another lab report.

Regulus dropped the bags he was holding, and Sirius looked up, expression melting at the sight of his little brother.

“What kind of an online class requires in-person labs?” He whined, and Regulus let a little laugh escape his nose. He stood next to Sirius on the barstool and opened his arms, cradling this shorter seated version of him into his chest.

“Should have read the syllabus when you still had time to drop it.” Regulus kissed the top of his head.

“Stop being right.” Sirius groaned but nuzzled further against him nonetheless.

Regulus tilted his face up before he could ram his forehead further into his bony sternum, trying to get inside him it seemed. He pressed a kiss to the chilly tip of his nose. “Never.”

They somehow felt James’ eyes on them, their senses perking at the same time it seems from the way they turned their heads towards the visitor who had abandoned his phone and flipped onto his stomach to watch from over the couch. His eyes were almost unblinking, wanting to absorb every second of the interaction, clearly what he had found was much more interesting than whatever was on his screen. It dawned on him that James wasn’t nearly as accustomed to him and Sirius as Remus was.

When he looked back at Sirius, Sirius was already looking back at him, and they both leaned in for one of those sinful tongue-first kisses that saw Remus having to break them apart by their hair. They both gave quiet moans at the way their tongues ran like silk over each other before their twin plush lips pouted and sucked on the appendages, twirling together before sealing it in a spit slicked kiss that popped. They pulled away smirking. James was firetruck red.

Satisfied, Regulus stepped away and grabbed his bags, crossing over to dump his purchases onto the bed. He had come ready to give Sirius a fashion show, then repeat the occasion once Remus got home, but he didn’t mind James for an audience.

“What’d you get?” James tracked him across the space, turning onto his back once more and pillowing his bed with his arms. And he still hasn’t righted his shirt.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He finally acknowledged his presence just before he disappeared into the bathroom with two of the items. He shucked his clothes off quickly, hearing some muffled conversation through the door and thin walls but he didn’t press his ear to the good spots he had mapped out for eavesdropping. The new clothes he bought still smelled like the cardboard they were stored in, and the fragrance pumped into the stores, he popped tags off with his teeth and stepped into still a bit too stiff pants.

They gave the illusion of being slacks without tapering at the ankle, not flowy or hip hugging enough to be mistaken for women’s clothing. The baseball tee sat above his belly button, taking any formal edge off the pants with the stars printed on the front. He couldn’t help the way he fluffed his hair the way Sirius did. He could see the exact pair of sunglasses he’d steal from Sirius to pair with this look.

When he stepped out, Sirius closed his laptop entirely.

“What do we think?” He stepped in a little circle, finding James with his mouth a bit agape when he turned back. We, an invitation for opinion.

“I love it, monochromatic is definitely for you.” Sirius’ look didn’t leave any need for more than that, his eyes drank in his little brother with a gentle smile. His fingers flexing where he had his head propped up.

Regulus turned to James, quirking an eyebrow.

James opened and closed his mouth like a fish once then twice.

“You’re- It’s perfect.” He fumbled.

“Eloquently put, Prongs. Practically charmed his panties off.”

Regulus loved Sirius with all his heart.

“Funny you should mention that.” Regulus gave them his back, and without another word pulled the waistband of the pants over his ass, exposing to the room his cheeky new pair of underwear. Written in swirly letters and framed in a heart; Daddy’s Boy

He looked over his shoulder with a manic grin when he heard James make a noise like he’d been shot. Sirius nearly fell off his stool, laughing so hard he had to hold his stomach.

“Barty stole them for me.” He said nonchalantly, pulling his pants back up and ignoring James who has curled into a ball on the couch, hiding his face in the neck of his shirt.

“Wait ‘til Remus sees them!” Sirius said gleefully, still sporadically attacked with a rogue giggle. “What’d you do with the pair you were wearing?”

Regulus dug through the bags for a moment, looking off in thought while he rifled around. The moment James thought it was safe to come out of hiding he had a thong slingshot in his direction, landing limply on his face.

Sirius actually fell off his chair this time, and Regulus ducked into the bathroom before he could hear anymore of James’ tortured noises. He was smiling stupid in the bathroom as he changed back into his shirt and jeans, when he caught himself in the mirror, he let it sit a moment longer before wiping away the cheeky mood he’d come home in and dropping into an agreeable neutrality.

When he’d stepped back out, his old pair was gone from James’ face, and the couch all together.

Sirius was standing over the dining table, unplugging things and stuffing them into a beaten up bookbag.

“I’ll be back, I have this stupid lab I’ve got to go to.” He huffed before shooting Regulus a look. “Might be a while…” then he looked between the two of them. “Try not to kill each other.”

Preferably, he’d take getting fucked to death over that.

“I’m the only one in danger of that!” James called after him.

“I’ll try my best.” Regulus promised.

Sirius left with a whisk by Regulus for a kiss and a mock salute to James. Then, the door slammed shut and it was just the two of them.

Remus wouldn’t be home until well past noon, and Sirius would undoubtably linger on campus just to torture Regulus and James a little longer with their forced proximity. He took his eyes off the window after Sirius’ car disappeared, snapping to James, who had sat up and was watching him.

“Do you have nothing better to do than watch Sirius study?” Regulus asked as he made his way into the kitchen, pulling open the cabinets and frowning at the lack of snacks. James got up and took a seat in Sirius’ abandoned stool, putting less distance between himself and Regulus, who was sliding things around in the fridge now.

“Well, your brother basically broke into my house and demanded I keep him company because you didn’t invite him to the mall with your friends.”

“I don’t mix crowds whose only interactions include cockblocking and getting cockblocked by each other.” Regulus straightened, closing the refrigerator in defeat. “We seriously need to do groceries.” He started making a mental list.

“Are you hungry? Do you want to get something to eat?” James offered with a cool tone. The hint of hope was barely audible, but Regulus caught it. It made his stomach clench a little at the thought of a one-on-one activity. James sitting across from him, just the two of them for entertainment.

It was one of the most horrifying prospects he could imagine.

“With you?” Regulus said stupidly, no trace of animosity or teasing.

James sarcastically looked around for who else he could have been talking to. “I suppose.”

Regulus crossed his arms, before uncrossing them and stuffing his hands in his pockets, not wanting to show that the idea made him feel incredibly vulnerable and fidgety. Then his bowel gave the most embarrassing and poorly timed growl, and James’ face twitched with the effort to not laugh. Oh no, there goes Regulus’ illusion that he was above human bodily functions. He needed to regain the upper hand. Even if that meant engaging that false confidence that has gotten him further than he’d ever thought he’d get.  

“What? Like a date?” He did cross his arms this time, rolling his eyes to the roof and back.

James straightened and his face tightened, “Wait, whoa. Not like that!”

Regulus leaned forward with a smug look, and James caught on.

“Oh, uh.” He floundered, releasing his defensive stance. “Unless, you want it to be? Like that.”

“Well, I haven’t said no, have I? Not yet.” Regulus was unoffended, grinning.

This made James puff up his chest, ready for the strike, and proposing like the suave gentleman he thought himself, he asked, “Do you want to go on a date with me?”

“No.”

“What?” James deflated, which made Regulus cackle a bit sadistically.

“But, I’ll let you buy me lunch.” He pushed off the counter. Pathetically, this had James scrambling for his keys and sliding on his perpetually knotted sneakers.

Maybe, James understood him. Maybe, James knew Regulus’ heart was doing gymnastics in his throat because this was a date.

“Can you wear that new outfit?”

Oh, God. James had this look on his face like a dog who’d had a treat waved in front of it, devastated. Regulus scoffed and went for his bags.

“Liked it that much, Potter?”

“You just look so good in black.”

Regulus chose not to answer, but did decide to get changed in the bathroom just so he can release a silent squeal into his discarded shirt before pulling on the crop top. He left his old clothes in a careless little pile in his excitement, just needing to get out the door and not waste another second. He’d grown so used to this feeling, his anxiety and unbalanced brain screaming No, No, No! but his heart tugging at his hand and saying Let’s go! It’s just like in the books!

When he stepped out, James was by the door, the same astonished look from when he first tried on the outfit. Regulus could’ve been naked from how seen he felt as he walked towards the door.

“Where do you want to go?” He asked, and honestly Regulus hadn’t thought that far. He was at his side in a moment, smiling as bright as if Regulus had asked him on a date.

“Take me to your favorite place.” Regulus said walking through the door as James held it open for him. After locking up with his own key Remus gave him, he sent both him and Sirius a text message, following James to his car.

Regulus: Going to eat with James. Not sure when we’ll be back.

Regulus: It is NOT a date.

Sirius was typing almost immediately.

Siri: that is literally the definition of a date

Regulus: Shouldn’t you be paying attention in class?

Siri: this is more interesting

Daddy: Pay attention

Daddy: Have fun on your date baby. Your brother and I will have our own date night then. Keep us updated. Love you both.

Regulus: NOT A DATE!!

Siri: literally dont yell at him?

Daddy: Sirius, naked and waiting when I get home.

Regulus: Haha…

Daddy: You don’t push it either.

Siri: >:(

He pocketed his phone and dropped into the passenger seat, the smile he’d formed reading Sirius’ reprimanding faltering a tick when he noticed James had also opened the car door for him.

“My arms work just fine, you know?”

“Oh, I know.” James assured before closing the door for him too.

“Such a fucking idiot.” Regulus muttered to himself as he watched James circle the car through the windshield.

He felt close to the ground, the car being as low as it was. The seat was pulled back for somebody taller, very likely Sirius, and he felt remarkably small in the leather passenger seat. The exposed skin of his back stuck to the seat as the car was still off and incredibly hot, making the still air inside smell even more intensely of leather, cherry air freshener, and something that was undoubtedly James.

At his feet was a toolbox, that made him have to twist his feet to the side like a lady in the ye olde, riding side saddle. It was near impeccable inside except for a hoodie and a bookbag tossed in the back seat.

His attention turned to James as he threw himself into the driver seat, ducking his head with the practice of somebody whose banged their head on the edge of his car enough times to learn his lesson. He gratefully turned on the car and he suddenly understood the appeal of his car. The engine roared, then hummed, his senses overtaken by a blast of heat through the vents before cool air came through, then the music, something that connected automatically from James’ phone and was left on full volume. James scrambled for the nob to turn it down when Regulus jumped.

He looked to the side with wide eyes, like Regulus would tear him a new one for it, but Regulus laughed. He laughed. Covered his mouth with his hand like a fucking girl and giggled.

And James laughed too, rubbing the back of his neck shyly before reaching for his seatbelt, the music at a much more acceptable volume now.

“Sorry about that.” He tapered off into a nervous chuckle.

“It’s okay!” Regulus was showing teeth, blushing, or perhaps it was the heat.

He was so thoroughly enveloped in James, it was intoxicating, he was nervous beyond belief.

James started entering directions into his phone, then he put some playlist on shuffle before tossing his phone into a cupholder and throwing the car into reverse. He put his hand on the back of Regulus’ seat and everything. The beat pumping through the speakers did not help the pulse between his legs, the hormones firing off inside him didn’t know what to do with themselves. It just left him biting his lip as he watched James’ every minute movement.

This was a terrible idea. He thought James would be watching him all day, he found the complete opposite. Just the way he breathed was pure sex.

“So, where are we going?” Regulus finally asked, settling in his seat with his knees curled up onto the seat and pointing in James’ direction.

“Well, it’s a little far. So, I hope that’s okay.” James would not stop fidgeting with his chain; in his fingers, in his mouth, just playing with it constantly. “If you’re too hungry we can go somewhere else?” He looked over worriedly just before they got to the edge of the slope, and Regulus hardly noticed him switching gears from the way he was studying the way his curls flickered in the A/C.

“It’s your favorite place, right?”

“Since I was a kid.”

“Then let’s go.” Regulus said with a quiet reassuring tone, and James beamed.

“Alright. Also, I’m so sorry.” He didn’t drop his smile, and Regulus instantly perked, tilting his head in confusion.

“What? Why?”

“This is the only way I can go down this hill without fucking my transmission.”

The words registered as soon as James gave the car a bit of gas then switched into neutral, gripping the wheel with both hands.

What was it with the men in Regulus’ life and almost risking to their lives to get up and down this godforsaken property. He swore to himself in this moment, even if he learned to drive, he would never drive himself to Remus’ house.

Regulus had to close his eyes, just like he did that first time he went up the hill. Except when you’re going down at an uncontrollable speed, the butterflies in your stomach are shitting themselves just as hard as you are. He couldn’t do anything except grip his seatbelt until it locked and repeat, “Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh,-” until he felt the car jump onto smooth asphalt and turn onto the main road with a warning screech. It sounded like pieces of James car came off with the dismount.

He opened his eyes when he heard James laugh and switch gears, the car picking up speed to merge into traffic.

He was alive, and not wrapped around a tree. Remus wouldn’t find him hanging by his new panties off a branch on his property. They were driving and he was curled up tight, still clutching his seatbelt. His head slowly turned to James who was driving with one hand and slouched in his seat, holding back laughter.

“You fucking dic-”

“I said I was sorry!”

“Never do that with me in the car again.” Regulus said, biting back a smile. James laughed full-chested now, relishing in the spook he gave Regulus that was slowly diffusing into a thrill. Regulus back handed his arm with a sharp smack. “Fuck you.”

“But did you die?” James barked, never taking his eyes off the road.

Regulus allowed his body to relax, his legs still pulled up onto the seat and pointing towards James as he leaned one elbow on the center console and took him in.

He looked and smelled edible in something as simple as jeans and a plain shirt, he wondered if the hoodie in the back was something he tore off in the summer heat, if this thin shirt wasn’t the original plan. It was working for Regulus, who was tracing the veins of his wrists up his biceps.

“So, do you like diner food?” James asked suddenly, breaking Regulus from his little trance. He noticed they had gotten to a highway, and James smoothly got into the third lane. The guard rail whizzed by blurrily.

It suddenly came to his attention that he and James actually had to start from the ground up now. James knew Regan, but hardly knew anything at all firsthand from Regulus. This was as good as a blind date set up by a mutual friend.

“Uhm, yeah. That sounds good.” He squirmed in his seat from the little glances James took to his right to gauge his reactions.

“What about milkshakes?”

“Why? You wanna’ share one with me? With two straws and everything?” Regulus teased with his mean little grin.

“Would you really be so opposed?” James shot right back.

“Will you let me have the cherry?”

“Whatever you want, pretty boy.”

“Call me that again?” Regulus leaned on his elbow on the center console, and James turned his face towards him and got close enough for Regulus to feel his breath fan on his lips. His eyes flickering as he looked to his mouth and up to Regulus giving him the biggest eyes.

“Preetty boooy.” He dragged on, slightly shaking his head. Regulus bat his eyes with a sweet bovine blank stare through his lashes, almost defiance against his charms. Which were making his inhibitions into soup.

Regulus used two fingers to turn James’ face away, pressing into his firm chiseled cheek. “Eyes on the road.” He hid his smirk in his shoulder.

He turned his eyes to the road too, settling in comfortably and not protesting to any of the songs that came on back to back on James’ stereo, which was clearly not the one his car came from judging by the way Regulus could feel the bass in his hair at times. The rear view mirror shook with every beat.

James would sometimes sing, sometimes just mouth the words to the songs whether they were in English or Spanish. At times he’d try to get Regulus’ attention by singing to him, which Regulus never gave him more than a chuckle at, because honestly, he couldn’t understand what he was telling him.

Somehow, he knew it was dirty. The beat just sounded dirty.

He wasn’t lying when he said the drive was long, they’d made it through more genres than he could count before they were pulling into a roadside diner. It was shiny tin on the outside like it had never been updated since the 50’s, checkerboard tiles and red counter stools. They sat themselves at one of the black and white booths facing each other, and yeah, this was a date.

A waitress in the real diner hop outfit handed them menus and left them to their own devices for a while, Regulus looked at all of the breakfast for lunch options and American classics for only a moment before he abandoned the menu to take pictures for Remus and Sirius. He snapped shots of the counter from his seat, with the milkshake machines and soda fountains, one of the walls that were lined with old magazine covers and posters, then finally of James with his hands folded on the table, staring off at the walls.

Regulus: 3 attachments.

Daddy: Somebody is having fun.

Siri: its giving date i fear

Daddy: I hate to agree with Sirius

Siri: wdym you HATE to agree with me?!

“What are they saying?” James was gesturing towards his phone with his chin.

“That we’re on a date.” Regulus begrudgingly admitted, setting his phone down on its screen.

“It’s our not-date date.”

“Not-date date.” Regulus agreed.

James looked at him like he was about to say something, but the waitress suddenly reappeared and Regulus had to scramble for his order before James finished. He’d ordered a burger with everything, and Regulus had simply ordered a burger with just cheese, chocolate and strawberry milkshakes respectively.

James didn’t spare a moment after the waitress took their menus and turned on her heel.

“I really like you,” James nearly tripped over the words they left his mouth so quick.

Regulus felt his eyes widen, his hands clench in his lap.

“I just want to hear you say it once. Just so I know I’m not misinterpreting things? It’s happened before when I thought somebody being mean was them playing hard to get, and-” He took a deep breath, cutting himself off. “I just want to know how you really feel, then you can go back to being mean.”

Regulus’ eyebrows pulled together, and his mouth fell open on a little smile, his voice stuttering in the back of his throat. It turned into a scoffing kind of laugh, and James’ face dropped a little. It felt like a knife in Regulus’ chest.

“James,” He started, then looked around at all the old timey lovers on the wall, all the black and white photos of couples in booths just like this one, staring into each other’s eyes or cuddled up on the same seat. Regulus laughed, giggled, throwing his head back and covering his mouth with both hands. “James.” He repeated.

“Yeah?” He breathed out nervously.

“This is my first date.” Regulus let him in on what was so funny.

“Really?” His eyebrows flew up, and they leaned across the table like they were sharing some great secret. Regulus nodded with a soft Mmhm, James blinked, “I-Is it a good first date?” then that ever fleeting attention span caught up with him. “Wait! So, you admit this is a date?”

Regulus nodded again, only pretending to be reluctant, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms, slouching in defeat.

“You never answered though. Do you like me? The way I like you?” James really needed to hear it put down in explicit terms before proceeding.

“Depends, how do you like me?” Regulus bit the tip of his tongue for his cheekiness.

James thought for a second, eyes scanning his face and down to where the table began to cover the rest of his body. “I want you.” His eyes met Regulus’ again, “I feel like I need you to notice me sometimes. I want to impress you, make you happy, make you feel good.” The confession was something he had locked and loaded for some time it felt.

Regulus smiled brightly, looking away from the intense eye-contact he was burning under. When he’d composed himself, he slouched a bit further in his chair and hooked his ankle around James’, pulling it closer to resting between his shins. James was taken by surprise, eyes widening before lowering dangerously. With a smirk, he slouched closer too, and let Regulus nose the rubber toe box of his shoe up the inseam of his jeans.

“I like you, James. Like that.”

Chapter 17: XO

Summary:

Regulus gets the mario coins knocked out his pussy.

James’ apartment was warm, that’s the best way he could describe it. They’d gotten caught in one of those drizzles that seems to only reach the peaks of high-altitude mountains while the sun is still bright and high. Regulus was a blushing schoolgirl at this point, with one of James’ sweaters draped over his head like a bride’s veil on the crown of his head. At James’ doorstep, he lifted it with dainty wrists and looked up at him, and James couldn’t resist a firm and sure kiss with the key left in the lock.

It was a second-story apartment, close to the university, and on some block of townhouses and shops with residential balconies above the awnings. A downtown scene in Little America where tourists would say they drove through the quaintest little town. Below them was a candy shop, where the taffy-pulling machine in the window was older than them both. The smell of the caramel apples they dipped and decorated at the back of the shop seeped through the hardwood floor in the foyer, and the living room had the distinct essence of fudge, deep and rich.

Regulus kicked off his shoes out of habit and walked deeper, dragging his fingers over knick-knacks and end tables that didn’t match. James was the type to leave the forgotten lamp on and a mess of homework on the coffee table, a long cold cup of coffee on the kitchen counter.

“This place is so…you.” It was cliché but he really couldn’t describe it any other way, it’s what he’d thought about his car. James’ energy was simply so sticky-sweet that way. It got all over everything he loved.

“Thanks! My parents know the owner’s downstairs, so they hooked us up.” His voice came from the foyer where he was hanging his keys and making noise, emptying his pockets. “Comes with free caramel popcorn.” James’ voice approached, the floor creaking behind Regulus until there were hands on his hips pulling him back into him. Regulus nearly melted, James’ voice was cheery and rich behind the shell of his ear. His thumbs swept upwards where bare skin stretched taut with the way he leaned back into him.

He was charmed, hopelessly, there was a zing in his spinal cord, a deep want that demanded his full attention. Regulus found it made him restless, the urge to examine all the little things that cluttered James’ apartment mingled with the need to find out up close what James was hiding under his shirt.

“Want to see my room?”

Yes. Yes. Yes.

His eyes almost rolled back in relief.

“Sure.” He shrugged casually instead, letting James slip away from behind him and following him down a hallway. There were some unrelated paintings and art mixed with pictures of James and his family, Remus, Sirius, and Peter. Regulus’ eyes only snagged on a few before he was blinded by a door opening.

Unlike the rest of the apartment, filled with earth tones and different textures, James’ room was remarkably white.

“Holy shit!” Regulus chuckled, biting the tip of his tongue while his eyes looked for any sign of James in this room. Then he noticed the ring light, the stand for a camera, and a second phone he’d never seen before held snugly in a different attachment. “So, Sirius wasn’t joking about you doing OnlyFans?!”

“Oh my God, he told you that?” James had his back to him, unclasping his watch and tossing it with a heavy metallic thud on his dresser. He let out a hearty laugh, petting down his hair and leaning back, a smile as blinding as the hotel white sheets. “Yeah, when your parents can see every transaction on their card you find ways to make your own money.”

Regulus listened intently, the room silent and creaky with every move either of them made. He wandered over to the front of the bed, careful to step around the equipment, and sank into it, leaning back on his hands. He stared the camera down head-on, imagined it was on, what it would feel like. He’d seen porn before, all types and genres. Overexaggeration and big eyes, wet lashes, and plump lips, effigies of desire. He tilted his head, looking out of the side of his eye when he felt the room shift, James got on the bed, kneeling right up behind him. Then, there was a large hand wrapping around his throat, tilting his chin up, resting his head onto his abdomen. When James spoke, low and enunciated, he could hear the spit and the tip of his tongue tapping on his teeth to make the words, Regulus’ eyes fell closed as if under a spell.

“Do you want to be a star?”

Regulus’ breath shuddered, the peaks of his cheeks and forehead tingled, and he pressed his lips together and swallowed harshly when he nodded. He could tell James was looking down at him, examining every feature of his face from his view, Regulus opened his eyes and the hand on his throat twitched.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I want to try it.” Try you.

“Nobody has to see it, just us.” James tried to assure him when an idea struck Regulus at once. A grin spread on his face, one he’d learned from Sirius, from Remus, and now from James.

“What about Remus and Sirius? Can they see it?”

“Why don’t we make one for them? Do you think they’d like that?” James lowered his face to his, their noses knocking and grins almost pressing to the others.

Regulus let out a breathy chuckle, just thinking of the aftermath. “I think it’d drive them crazy.” He said, turning in James’ grip and kneeling up to almost meet their faces, still shorter on their knees. “I think,” He emphasized, “You’re going to get me punished.”

“Whys that, pretty boy?” James’ words unraveled at the ends, lost to a breathy keen through teeth when Regulus ran nails down his abdomen, muscles jumping under the little catches of skin.

“I wouldn’t say Moony is possessive, but he’s been dying for a reason to punish me.” Regulus brought his lips close, then cruelly turned his face away at the last moment, James nearly growled. “I’m just too much of a good boy, James.” He whined in his ear, too lost in his act to notice James’ hand slipping past his ass and gripping right behind his knees. In an instant, his knees were out from under him, and he was on his back and sinking into the plush sheets, giggling, he loved making his partners snap. James caught the sound with his mouth, still pulling Regulus closer by that soft spot behind the bend of his legs, fingers digging deep and flexing, meeting their centers.

Regulus’ hands found James’ hair, pulling with a meanness he’d never exhibit with Remus. It was a messy and deep clashing of lips, fit with tugging and desperate noises, Regulus was possessed by greedy, spoiled hands. He got the sense that James’ sweet and aloof demeanor was crumbling, the boy next door succumbing to finally having that treat that’d been dangling in front of him all day. Pleasantries were done and over with, he’d driven Regulus around, and paid for a meal. The whole ‘laying down a jacket so Regulus could cross a puddle’ bit had been fulfilled.

Regulus was grabbed by the thighs and flipped weightlessly, getting a face full of the sheets that knocked the air out of him. Just as he stretched himself out and raised his ass in the air, James stopped, fingers just hooked under Regulus’ waistband.

“Wait,” He panted, pulling his pants back up and sitting Regulus back up by his forearms. He went limply, just on the verge of jumping into the dark pool that was submission. He came back groggily, watching from the ceiling as James got off the bed and tinkered with a few things, twisted some screws on the stand, flipping a switch that blinded Regulus with white light.

Finally, James pet Regulus’ hair back into order, pulled his shirt back down his chest and brought the phone pointed at Regulus to life.

Regulus saw himself in the front-facing camera, the bed behind him made, but clearly rumpled, his lips thoroughly kissed and lopsided in a smirk. He was pale, his clear eyes forced to look up at the angle, up through his dark hair which he hadn’t noticed had grown out so nicely. He looked good on camera.

James hit record and stood behind the camera, slightly obscured by the light, made into a dark tall figure from the chest up. Regulus stared at himself dead on.

“This is just for security reasons, so, sorry if this is awkward,” James said from the dark, tone playful.

“It’s okay, I want the full experience,” Regulus assured, leaning back on his hands like he did earlier, tipping his chin back to look at James, eyes trailing down to the way his hands were slowly undoing his belt.

“Look at the camera, Regulus.” He said lowly, hands not stopping.

Regulus closed his mouth with a little snap and bit his lip. He could see James undoing his zipper from the corner of his eye.

“What’s your name and how old are you?” Came from behind the camera, from somewhere above.

“My name is Regulus Black, and I’m eighteen years old.” He said clearly and loud enough for the camera, James pulled himself out of his pants, and now Regulus really couldn’t help looking. He was hard, thick, and as long as Sirius, but it was the tanned shade, the girth. His stomach clenched; thighs pressed together. He wanted to feel that inside of him.

“And you’re doing this of your own free will?” James dipped his head into the light and looked at Regulus over his glasses darkly as he silently let some spit out into his hand. Regulus followed the trail of spit from his hand back to his eyes, and James tilted his head towards the camera as a reminder. Shaking his head from the trance, Regulus turned back to the small view of himself and smiled.

“Yes.” He hissed, trying and failing to ignore James, taking himself in his hand and stroking up and down, spreading shiny wetness all over himself. His breath audibly hitched.

James walked towards him, a satisfied and proud smile on his face, Regulus followed him with his eyes as he approached. The camera only caught James' lower half, his exposed hard cock and Regulus still perched on the end of the bed. Regulus’ eyes flickered down then back up, he kept his eyes on James as a hand tangled on his hair.

“See something you like?” James teased, an eyebrow tweaking up. Regulus swallowed the saliva pooling under and behind his tongue before he nodded gently. James grabbed a hold of his prick and aimed it at his lips, a breath away, the hand in Regulus’ hair brought him just that much closer to allow James to smear precum on his lips. They fell open obediently, the tip of his tongue instinctively tasting the flavor on his pout.

“You want a taste?”

Regulus nodded again, almost hesitant to hear his voice in the vacuous silence of James’ room now. A heavy, charged air that seemed ready to combust at the strike of a match.

His hands came up to rest on James’ hips, one elbow crooked lower to not block his face from the camera. Then, his mouth was open and his wet tongue, with what seemed to be a mind of its own, was making slutty stripes along the bottom of James’ cock. James groaned, and Regulus took that as a sign to loosen up, a huff left his mouth making James twitch. When his mouth closed around the head, he had to stop his eyes from rolling back. It was a salty sweet softness he wanted to devour; he wanted to fill his mouth with it until he couldn’t taste anything else. He wanted to choke on it.

He exchanged James’ hand for his on the base of his cock and when he pulled back he pulled as much spit he could onto the dip of his tongue and let it drool down momentarily before he spit and dipped his head to chase the taste. The glide helped him hit the back of his throat on it, helped him pull back up with ease. Repeat.

James had two hands in his hair now, let Regulus control the pace for a generous minute before Regulus felt that push and pull of needing more. He tipped his head back, and let his tongue drag up the firm underside of James until he popped out of his mouth. Regulus had to swallow down a breath before he spoke.

“Fuck my mouth? Please?” He didn’t stop stroking James with that hand and didn’t dare break eye contact. James’ face broke into a grin.

“Hands behind your back.”

Regulus followed orders while James shuffled closer, cock nudging and slipping off a corner of his mouth now, like a hungry animal Regulus tried to follow it, tried to fill his mouth with it again. He caught a glimpse of the camera, which he’d almost forgotten was there. His lips were shiny and a sweet pink, his eyes glistening. He locked eyes with himself, and James noticed, rocking his cock into the space between his teeth so his cheek bulged obscenely, and Regulus’ eyes immediately unfocused, a genuine moan strangled around the intrusion in his mouth, rang out.

James tugged his head back to attention so only Regulus’ side profile and the cock being fed down his throat remained. His head was righted and James slid home, an unprepared Regulus gagged, and the most sinister chuckle left James. The next time Regulus was ready, shoulders relaxed and throat open to the abuse.

Drool left the corners of his mouth, and tears sprung, running down his cheeks and following the spit shining his chin. The noises were choked off, his cheeks were ruddy as mulled wine, and his eyes were fighting to stay open. He thinks perhaps the lack of air was getting to his brain.

James fucked into his mouth in perfectly timed thrusts, measured so as to not gag him every time, but enough to get good retches from him sporadically. He was methodically rough, not losing himself into it and giving into the greediness Regulus could feel in the grip he had on the back of his neck. James was perfect, Regulus did not need to think, just let James work his magic.

Lost in some void that had stolen his vision, he was suddenly pulled back into the light. He was panting with his tongue hanging out, precum and drool connecting his mouth to James’ cock.

“Now, that’s a pretty shot. Show Remus and Sirius, baby.”

Regulus had his face turned by the hands on his head, James walked around the back of the camera so his hands appeared to be emerging from the dark behind the lights. Regulus got a front-row seat to his hung open mouth and low-lidded eyes. James’ hands swept the hair out of his face, gave him a sound little smack to his cheek, then two fingers prodded into his mouth and down his throat. Regulus let him, didn’t even feel the fingers compared to the girth that had just made the way for them.

“I swear, you were made for this,” James said lowly when Regulus closed his lips around James’ fingers and moaned at the flavors in his mouth. “Just like your brother, love to have something to keep your mouth busy.”

It’d been a while since Regulus had been compared to Sirius in sex, so you’ll have to excuse the downright desperate noise that punched up from his chest.

James tore his fingers from him and walked around the other side and back into the light, stripping his shirt off his chest.

“Lay down, baby Black.”

 

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Imagine Sirius’ surprise when he returned home to find Remus sitting on the couch, watching what sounded like porn intently on his phone. At first, he’d thought Remus had secretly recorded him in the throes of some overstimulated haze, his phone was at full volume, moans, whimpers, cries, and screams pumping out from the little speakers.

“I’m your dumb fucking slut! Fu-Fuck, I’m so close, I’m so-”

Remus hadn’t even looked up when the door slammed, and Sirius dropped his book bag at his feet.

“Have you seen this?” Remus grumbled eyes transfixed on whatever was on his screen.

“Seen what?” Sirius chirped, kicking off his shoes and walking over to plop himself next to Remus. “Holy shit.”

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Daddy’s! Siri’s! Yours! Fuck, yours yours yours…”

“Holy fucking shit.”

Regulus was on the screen, gritting his teeth, eyes fluttering between states of consciousness. He was on his back with his legs spread while James held a wand to his clit and drilled into him. If the arch in his back and the twitch of his legs were anything to go off, he was about to have an earth-shattering orgasm. The way he held his breath gave it away.

“It’s forty-five minutes long.” Remus chuckled as the little Regulus on-screen closed in on himself and threw his head back in a long strangled moan, chopped up between the lock of his jaw. James doesn’t stop the vibrations until he’s twitching. There's a sadistic glee in that shiny white smile he has on his face while he coos about how good he did. He picks up the pace, and Regulus is lost for good, hands white-knuckling the sheets. “This is his fourth one.”

Sirius cackles, his little brother probably had no idea how misleading that flirty stoner exterior of James’ was before Remus and Sirius sent him off into the care of James Potter. Poor little Red Riding Hood had met the wolf and isn’t making it out of the woods any time soon it seems.

“Looks like he’s having fun.”

On-screen Regulus gets flipped onto his stomach, facing the camera while James kneels up behind him. The only thing Remus and Sirius can see is Regulus’ facial reactions when James hits the ends of Regulus in one thrust. Regulus collapses into the sheets before a hand in his hair pulls his face back into view, it melts when James picks back up, then there’s the most dope-laced smile on his face.

Remus suddenly pauses the video. Sirius lets out a noise between a whine and a scoff.

“I was watching that!” He goes to grab for the phone but Remus snatches his hand out of reach, turning his face slightly to meet Sirius’.

“Strip.”

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Regulus Black was not limping.

Just walking funny, he’d say.

He let James open the door for him with zero complaints this time. Smiled when he’d helped him out onto Remus’ front yard, returned home safe with a few goodies even. He’d been fucked tame, he has to admit. Every bit of James’ charm was working wonders on him, the thin veil of sexual tension had been pierced, allowing him to indulge in James Potter.

They were too wrapped up in each other and their afterglow to hear it on the little stairs, but when the door opened they were greeted by the sounds.

The heavy breathing, Sirius with his mouth hung open in what sounded like strangled sobs, the slapping of skin as Remus held him down between his shoulder blades. Then something familiar; Regulus’ moaning through the phone propped up in front of Sirius’ face.

Regulus was stuck at the door, but James breezed past behind him with a chuckle like he was already used to the sight.

He walked right up to them, petting Sirius on the head.

“Having fun?” James greeted with a mocking tone.

“Uh-huh.” Sirius huffed out through bitten lips, eyes not agreeing on falling closed, crossing, or staying focused on the video of his little brother in the same predicament before him.

James' hand slid from the crown of his head down his neck in route to stroke down his bowed back, but at the slightest skin-to-skin contact Sirius hissed like he was being burned.

“Don’t touch him.” Remus chimed in, panting. “He’s not allowed to cum until the video is over.”

James craned his neck to see the screen, “Hang in there, Pads. You’re almost there.” He said sadistically and he and Remus shared a look.

“Come here,” Remus smirked, and James returned it, coming closer and stroking his hands up Remus’ bare chest to land on the sides of his sweaty neck.

Now, this jarred Regulus, but at the same time beckoned him closer. Remus and James kissed fiercely, Regulus could hear it from where he stood, how both of them groaned hotly into the mouth of the other. Remus twisted a hand into James’ hair and kept the other around Sirius’ hip, not giving Sirius a break for even a second. Their eyes were closed, and their lips tugged and played in a familiar battle. Trying to bitch the other it seemed.

“This might be some of your best work.” Remus pulled James back, bending the other man's neck instead of pulling away himself. Regulus thought he was a god. “Brought him back the same way you found him?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” James teased.

“Regulus, here,” Remus demanded, and Regulus’ feet fell in line immediately.

He stood beside them both quietly, waiting to be addressed. Remus spared a moment to look over his outfit, not as fresh as it was this morning. Remus and James let go of each other, their hands instantly drawn to the smaller boy.

Sirius’ whining was forgotten. A pity for Sirius if he didn’t like it so much.

“Did you have fun, darling?” Remus asked as he stroked the cheek he’d watched James give more than a few love taps to when he had Regulus in missionary. Remus stared into his bright glassy eyes as Regulus gave a timid little nod and a blush. “Oh, you wanna’ be shy now? You didn’t seem too shy to me on this.” He tilted his head toward the phone. “Use your words.”

“Y-Yes, I had fun.” Fuck, his voice was gone.

This amused Remus greatly it seemed. His eyes flashed, and he gave Sirius one more punishing thrust before pulling out. “James, mind taking over?”

“Happily.” He went straight to getting pants undone, half hard and stroking himself with one hand while he reached over Sirius and grabbed Remus’ phone. He laughed darkly and paused it, throwing it behind him onto the couch. “Yeah, you weren’t cumming any time soon.”

Sirius flipped onto his back, arms reaching up for James, voice petulant. “Why don’t you make a video with me?” He gasped when James grabbed his thighs and tugged him down.

“You’d break the internet, sweetheart.” James smiled into a messy kiss, all wet tongue and need on Sirius’ part, which James happily returned.

Regulus was lost in the scene until Remus tugged him around James and to the other side at the foot of the bed. His arms were forced up when Remus ripped the shirt off of him and demanded his attention once again.

“Recite your safeword.”

“Crucible,” Regulus said immediately, looking up at Remus through his knitted brow, a pretty pout on his lips.

“Have you said hello to your brother yet, baby? He missed you tons.” Remus kept talking like he wasn’t unbuttoning Regulus’ pants. He kicked them off his ankles and turned in nothing but his panties to lean over and greet Sirius, but Remus pushed him onto the bed, bullying the little Black.

“Look who it is,” James murmured on Sirius’ lips and his brother finally turned and looked at him.

They locked eyes momentarily before diving forward. They were equally burning up, hands grasping what they could at the awkward angle.

“That never gets old.”

“Right? ‘Daddy’s Boy’? Where the hell did he get these from.” Remus shucked the panties off of Regulus before delivering a stinging spank that made Regulus startle.

The two men over them talked, but they could barely hear over the blood thrumming in their ears.

“Mmph, Sirius…”

“Reg…”

They moaned like the taste of French vanilla was on their tongues, melting between them and spilling down the sides of their mouths.

Suddenly, Sirius seized up and his hands flew down to the sheets, head falling back. Regulus was left to watch him, momentarily wondering why he’d just had his favorite oral fixation taken from him until he felt Remus spit and push into him quickly from behind.

The two brothers sounded off, heads nuzzled into each other and shoulders touching.

“Still raw, aren’t you?” Remus tsked, Regulus could only offer the most high-pitched noise he’d ever made in his life.

James was big, but Remus was home. His body was carved and primed to take him, and Remus made to fill and touch every part of him he could never reach himself. Feed every empty space and leave greedy little Regulus finally satisfied. His sensitivity was turned up to ten, it felt brand new this time. It was like the first time he’d ever felt it.

“M’ not gonna last.” Sirius grits out when James finds his rhythm.

“Don’t stop until I tell you to James,” Remus said like he wasn’t currently patching Regulus’ code. Reminding him why Daddy was the best.

“Oh, God.” Sirius gasped, shaky hands scrambling until he found Regulus and squeezed until they both saw white.

Their hands laid between them, heads turned in search of comfort, periodically getting knocked together with the force of James’ and Remus’ thrusts. They moaned loud and wanton into the other's ears.

Regulus was falling apart at the seams, every thrust scratching every itch left unscratched. He let himself be pulled back and forward onto Remus’ cock, mouth moving wildly to speak in tongues. Sirius was doing no better, and now Regulus couldn’t even tell whose noises were whose, or if that was James and Remus kissing behind him or the wet noises between his legs.

He was barely conscious of when Remus flipped him over and dwarfed his body with his, but that voice struck him to his core, set his spine straight, right in his ear. Then a hand joined his and Sirius’, engulfing them both in his strong grip. Regulus was getting the breath fucked out of his lungs, the sense fucked from between his ears.

“I want you to remember who owned this pretty pussy of yours before anybody else.” He growled into his ear, low enough that it was just for Regulus to hear.

Regulus’ brain melted, he turned his face and lapped at Remus’ ear, sending a violent shiver down the seemingly unshakeable man.

“You, Daddy.” Regulus cried softly, “Only you.” He whispered.

“Touch yourself, and don’t forget your brother.” Remus smiled against his temple, leaving a little kiss there.

Regulus’ heart swelled.

Yeah, he’d always be Daddy’s princess.

Chapter 18: The Little Things

Summary:

Regulus feels small.

Sirius was onto Reg. He could see what his little brother needed the same way Remus could see what he needed like it was written all over his skin.

He’d gained this vision at a young age when he learned to read Regulus from across dinner tables and company events. When Regulus was ready to go home, with droopy eyelids and a pout, he’d take his suit jacket off and let Regulus use it as a blanket while he dozed off on his shoulder. At times he’d notice when Regulus was bored out of his mind. Usually, he’d take to staring at the roof, counting ceiling tiles, or trying to find anything interesting about a painted ceiling. So, Sirius would spill a drink on their parent's client, pretend to choke on his food, or simply find Regulus’ foot under the table and give it a kick so he could see the silly face he was pulling.

As they got older it became noticing when Regulus had a bit too much at a party from across a room, ruddy cheeks and bedroom eyes, tugging on the collar of his shirt.

No matter the situation, he was vitally in tune with Regulus’ needs, and for days now the little gifts James had left Regulus with had been sitting on the counter of Remus’ trailer. Haunting the damn narrative.

Regulus would circle them with quiet hesitation, gliding into the kitchen and stalling in this barely perceptible manner, contemplating.

In an old gift bag, one James had probably received a gift in before saving it in a cupboard, sat two items; a vibrating wand, and a pacifier.

Both items were black, the vibrator large and fairly industrial-looking. The pacifier a novelty shape, with a little handle and a bigger mouthpiece for an adult-sized mouth.

“Companies send me things all the time, these just aren’t my audiences style ya’ know?” James had explained easily enough, but now these gifts were the trio's problem, and Regulus was the shot-caller.

The bag sat presently, still on the counter, untouched. Sirius was cleaning up around the trailer while Remus was away at work, and Regulus sat nestled into the couch typing away at something or the other with the side of his thumb in his mouth, picking. A habit he’d developed when he’d started writing, tearing up the little hang nails and dead skin on his fingers with his teeth. It was endearing, yes, but did tear up the skin around his nails, leaving it irritated and raw.

Sirius took note of this, finishing up some dishes and moving on to the countertops, clearing up forgotten crumbs and wiping away spilled sugar. When he got to the bag he stopped, and the mere crinkle of him grabbing it had Regulus’ head perking up.

“What do you want me to do with these?” Sirius asked as a courtesy, looking into the bag and examining its contents like he hadn’t already taken stock of the items every time he passed the bag.

“Put them in our drawer, I guess.” Regulus shrugged and tried to go back to typing nonchalantly, going back to a particularly stubborn piece of skin.

Sirius hummed and pulled both of the items out, walking the vibrator over to the bottom drawer and tucking it between the wall of the drawer and some shirts, but he walked back to the pacifier, lying lonely on the countertop. He looked back at Regulus, who was already sucked back into his screen, then back at the clear and black plastic object that seemed to carry more weight than it did physically.

He made the executive decision to wash it, soap it up, and rinse it until he was sure the taste wouldn’t stick. It became cool and fresh, gleaming in the light streaming in from the window over the sink. As he dried it off, he walked to Regulus, standing taller than the sitting boy. Regulus looked up, just in time to find Sirius offering it out to him by the handle, his thumb still lingering near his slightly open mouth.

Sirius gave it a little shake, implying Regulus took his offering.

“What?” Regulus seemed confused, looking at the pacifier and then back to Sirius.

“Try it,” Sirius said encouragingly.

“Siri-” Regulus was ready to put up a fight, already looking back to his screen.

“Come on, just try it!” He whined, rolling his eyes.

“No! You’re going to make fun of me!”

“No, I won’t! It’ll be cute!” Sirius assured him vehemently, “It’s better than biting your nails.” Regulus gave him a death glare from under his lashes. “Come on, you know you want to,” Sirius sing-songed waving it closer and closer to Regulus’ lips like an airplane. He got millimeters away from Regulus’ lips when Regulus gave a violent roll of his eyes and a huff, before snapping his teeth over the clear squishy end.

“There you go.” Sirius smiled and walked back to the kitchen, because if he stared even a second too long at Regulus giving it a few testing suckles, he’d be liable to getting it spat back at him. They didn’t touch on it for the rest of the day as Sirius tidied up, but it was okay, Sirius was happy to pass by the couch in his fluttering about and hearing the wet little sucks coming from behind the screen.

 

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Even when Sirius heard Remus’ truck pull up, and his key turning in the lock he didn’t dare move and ruin the perfect moment. He had Regulus asleep on his chest, curled up with his black cat under the arm draped over Sirius’ middle, and pacifier firmly locked between his teeth. Sirius smiled as he waited for Remus to notice.

Thankfully, Remus didn’t come in making any loud noise, probably under the impression both of his lovers had succumbed to a nap that stretched into the night. Sirius watched as he pulled his flannel off and tossed it over the kitchen table, emptying his pockets less noisily than usual, rubbing his neck with a roll and a grunt as he turned. Then he noticed Sirius looking right back at him.

“Shh…” Sirius signaled with his finger to his lips before pointing down at the sleeping star. Remus walked over to investigate, dropping a hand on the top of Sirius’ head lovingly as he leaned over them. The exhaustion in his face disappeared immediately.

Remus beamed at Sirius, who matched his expression, stifling a laugh when Remus pumped his fists into the air silently. Regulus was none the wiser, only stirred a little, just that bit closer to consciousness that he furrowed his brow and started suckling again, the sweetest whine leaving his nose. Sirius went back to holding still dutifully.

“How?” Remus mouthed, petting Sirius for his triumphs.

“A little encouragement,” Sirius whispered, “Watch, try to take it.”

Remus chuckled and reached down to hook his finger around the small handle, giving it a gentle tug. Regulus didn’t give up but did let out a frustrated sleepy groan. The couple snickered, Remus biting his fist in glee.

“This is too much.” Remus held his heart, rubbing over it like he couldn’t take it.

He gave Sirius a long kiss, celebrating the small victory.

“You stink,” Sirius murmured on his lips.

“You love it.” Remus shot back.

He leaned down, placing a chaste peck on the button of the pacifier, careful not the wake Regulus. It was too sweet of a sight for Sirius’ heart, when Regulus clung closer to him he’s sure it just about exploded.

It was a tender moment for the trio, shared in the light of the trailers lamps. Sirius sat admiring Regulus while the shower ran in the background, stroking a finger up and down the side of Regulus’ face until it smoothed itself.

He wondered how he got so lucky.

 

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That’s how it became waking up with the damn thing stuck to one of their backs because Regulus had lost it in the night. When Sirius had a perfect imprint of it on his shoulder Remus and Regulus took about twenty pictures while having their laughs.

Sirius was happy about finally unlocking this side of Regulus, it had finally satisfied that need to give Regulus what he needed but couldn’t bring himself to ask for, and he couldn’t deny how fun it was to indulge in the boy.

Regulus would come home from classes, complaining about how dumb college was, aching from the growing pains of figuring out life, and comfortably slip into it now. It was therapeutic for everyone in the trailer. Remus took to it like breathing, and Sirius had a sneaking suspicion that he might have liked the new role more than he’d let on.

It was the day that he got home from a particularly boring physics class that he realized this. There was soft music playing, and the windows were open, one of Remus’ off days, laundry made for white noise tumbling in the dryer. Remus had Regulus sitting up on the counter, pacifier tossed aside and the little black cat sitting limply next to Regulus like he needed to join in on the fun too. Remus had a spoon in his hand, watching with a soft smile as Regulus swallowed down ice cream and then opened his mouth for another bite. Remus happily dug through the container of cookie dough ice cream, presumably looking for a good chunk, before spoon-feeding his precious boy sitting upon a faux marble top throne.

He was so caught up in this that Regulus had to excitedly point behind Remus for him to turn around, not hearing him come in over the music and his focus on Regulus’ sugary sweet lips.

“Is that Sirius, baby?” Remus asked in a gentle tone, and Regulus nodded with a smile and a scrunch to his nose, fisting and flexing his hands in Remus’ shirt, unable to contain himself. Sirius walked over, smiling so hard he was showing teeth, he joined in next to Remus. Regulus threw his arms around his neck, pulling away to wipe at his mouth uncoordinatedly.

“He wanted ice cream,” Remus explained before Sirius kissed him hello.

“And you couldn’t say no.”

Remus chuckled, embarrassed, going back to digging through the carton.

He hadn’t seen Regulus so smiley and bright in so long, he watched him adoringly, his eyes were playful and innocent, the corners of his lips triumphantly upturned as he was fed another spoonful of chocolate chip goodness. He wasn’t fretting about homework, or stressing about their parents insisting on seeing his grades if he wanted to have another semester paid. The only things Regulus was concerned about at this very moment were getting to his new coloring book, and when Remus would decide he’d had enough ice cream and cut him off.

“And you say I spoil him,” Sirius muttered while he washed his hands.

“You were the one that made him spoiled.”

“Guilty.”

Regulus grabbed his stuffed cat and held him up, looking expectantly at Remus.

“Does Cat want some too?”

Cat did not have a proper name amongst the inhabitants of the house. He was simply Cat, occasionally Kitty.

Regulus giggled, honest to God, giggled. It was music to Sirius’ ears.

Remus drove the spoon towards Cat before taking a sharp turn into Sirius’ mouth, who happily ate up the sweetness. Regulus pouted instantly and clutched Cat to his chest.

“That was for Cat.” He grumbled, giving a half-hearted kick to Sirius’ thigh.

“Cats don’t eat ice cream.” Sirius teased with his mouth full.

Remus took a bite for himself before putting the ice cream away and helping Regulus off the counter. Sirius scooped him up instantly, attacking his cheeks and neck with kisses, making Regulus squeal. He walked him backward onto the couch and pulled him down onto his lap, not stopping until he finally planted one on his lips and Remus joined beside them, tossing an arm around them both.

Regulus listened with wide eyes while Sirius told him and Remus about his day.

 

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There was something sensual about it too. The one odd sock slipping down his calf, the way he laid on his stomach and colored in just his briefs and one of their shirts, the pretty way he’d bat his lashes and quietly breathe through his nose while the pacifier moved rhythmically in his mouth. Sirius was hopelessly enamored with Regulus when he was like this. He had the household wrapped around his nimble finger.

He’d sit back with Remus and watch the curious way Regulus would play, always having been one happy to be playing by himself. He’d line up his toys in whatever order he deemed the right one that day, Remus and Sirius couldn’t ever figure it out, and have his friends watch him color.

Oh, Cat wasn’t all on his lonesome now. There was now Dog as well and a multitude of plastic aquatic creatures anointed each as Toy. They came as a gift from James in a pack, Regulus had returned with them after another date and James claimed Regulus was instantly attached to them, he refused to let Regulus leave the store without them.

Regulus regularly rotated which sea animal he’d keep in his bag when he went out, but he would never admit Cat was his favorite.

Even in this headspace, Regulus was meticulous about his coloring pages, always within the lines and always in natural colors. Bears were brown, cats were Cat colored, and cars were red, and that was just Regulus’ rules. Sirius occasionally joined him on the floor to help color but was usually shooed away for making things neon. He was a controlling little brat.

At night, Sirius loved when he’d get the chance to wind down with Regulus in this state. He’d sud him up all over and leave his curls shiny. Remus always had towels fresh from the dryer for them, and he’d wrap Regulus up in fluffy warmth, whisking him away to dress him before his eyes started to droop. Remus had already gone through the task of finding Cat and having his pacifier clean, waiting in bed for the brothers while he took his reading time.

Once Regulus got in the middle of the two he took Cat into his arms and kissed Remus before having his pacifier popped into his mouth. Sirius always pressed up behind him with an arm under his pillow and the other securely around his waist, Regulus buried his face in Remus’ chest while the eldest kept an arm around the two of them. Sirius had never fallen asleep faster than when he had Regulus tracing the tattoos on his arm and Remus stroking his hip. The smell of Regulus’ lavender shampoo lulled his senses into a state of total peace.

In the mornings, when Remus had snuck out of bed and to work, Regulus would turn his way. His face pressed under his chin like he couldn’t help trying to be as close as humanly possible even in a deep slumber.

One special, cherished morning, he woke up first. He knew Regulus had either woken up when Remus left or Remus had left Regulus a surprise because Cat was tucked in using Remus’ pillow. The first thing Sirius did that morning was smile.

As if he’d felt the very shift in Sirius’ mind, Regulus stirred to life, pressing his front to Sirius and stretching against him.

“Siri?” Regulus whined, his pacifier giving him the most adorable lisp.

“Good morning, love.” Sirius brought a hand to the back of his head, kissing his forehead and pulling back to see droopy eyes already looking back at him.

“I feel funny,” Regulus said, rubbing his eyes, tip of his pacifier between his teeth.

Sirius perked up immediately with concern.

“Do you feel sick?” He brought a hand up to feel his baby brother’s forehead, not finding him any warmer than he did any other morning.

Regulus gave a little shake of his head, rustling the sheets as he moved to grab Sirius’ hand.

“Feel funny here.” Regulus clued in, right before leading Sirius’ hand between his legs. He was burning up alright, hot and sticky through his underwear already. Sirius hissed through his teeth unconsciously, his core stirring at the very thought of plunging into that sweet heat.

“You want me to,” Sirius swallowed harshly, his mouth suddenly dry, “Help you?”

“Mhm,” Regulus let his eyes close again, rolling onto his back with his legs spread wide, one of them lying over Sirius.

Sirius dragged his fingers over Regulus, watching his eyebrows twitch closer together, his pacifier not allowing more than a few small noises to escape through his nose. He grappled with the morality of this, if Remus would be able to resist Regulus even in this headspace, or would he succumb to being a good caregiver in giving his baby what he clearly wanted?

Then he saw Regulus, arching his hips towards his hand and helping him tug his briefs to hang off one ankle.

Innocence had never tasted sweeter.

Chapter 19: Toys

Summary:

Sirius gets punished. Regulus plays with his toys. Remus and James get drunk and sleazy.

There was something in the way a crayon felt, scratching softly onto the off-white page of a coloring book, filling in the empty space with color. Always an even distribution of color, pebbly when you ran a finger over it, a warm waxy smell from the friction. The paper wrapped around the stick felt a little velvety soft.

Regulus’ head dipped closer to the page, breathing softly through his nose and chewing concentratedly on the tip of his paci, which was hanging only off the clasp of his teeth. He’d popped a hole in his last one doing the same thing; trying to touch his teeth through the silicone.

James and Remus were talking at the dinner table, on opposite stools, sharing beers and talking about one of Peter’s new business ventures. Regulus wasn’t even half listening, it all sounded distant and underwater.

He finished coloring in the underbelly of a starfish. He grabbed a darker peach and got to work on all the little suckers. The tip of the crayon made a sticky noise with every lift off the page. He was almost hyperaware of Sirius though, who was sitting on the couch and watching him color. One socked foot was crawling towards his line of toys, slow enough that maybe he thought Regulus wouldn’t notice, except this was the third time Sirius gently knocked over one of his toys just to get a reaction out of Regulus. He watched him from the corner of his eye.

Sirius was smirking to himself, creeping dangerously close to Blue Whale, laying innocently and arched on his barnacled tummy. Regulus kept a close eye.

His crayon continued to shlick off and back on to the page, only half done with his starfish.

Regulus had already pulled Cat close to him (not wanting it caught in the cross fire) and stood Great White up two times, eventually moving him to the end of the line, far from his meddling older brother.

Seriously, a boy just tries to be a baby in peace! Just comes home from the most nerve wracking Russian literature exam and tries to take his mind off things!

Sirius’ big toe makes contact with Blue Whales tail, doesn’t even knock him over, just nudges him out of position with a silent snicker. Regulus sits up on his knees with a mean furrow of his eyebrows.

“Stop it.” He nearly snaps the peach crayon in his hand.

“Stop what?” Sirius raises his eyebrows, looking down at Regulus on the floor with his legs stretched out.

“You keep hitting Toys.” Regulus means to sound stern, but he’s holding onto his pacifier with the side of his mouth, giving him a lisp.

Sirius cranes his head like he hadn’t noticed Regulus’ toys lined up around his coloring book at his very feet. “I didn’t mean to,” He smirks.

“Yes, you did!” Regulus snaps, his voice going high. He hadn’t noticed the far away conversation coming to a halt.

“Is Sirius bothering you, baby?” Remus leans to look over James and directly at him, the top of the beer bottle halted in route to his lips.

Sirius and Regulus look at each other, Sirius a bit blanched at the tone in Remus’ voice. It was gentle with concern, padded with a pet name, but Sirius knew better.

He widened his eyes at Regulus, imperceptibly shaking his head and clenching his teeth.

Regulus had a choice to make. He’d be punished. Regulus looks back at Remus, dropping from his knees onto his heels, his eyes sad and wide, pouting.

He nods.

Sirius scoffs.

Remus is out of his chair by the second time Regulus chin dips, and Regulus is rising to meet his white knight.

“Do you want to go sit with Jamie?” Remus takes a knee in front of Regulus, who sits up to fist his hands at Remus’ shoulders. He gives a hum of affirmation, leaning into Remus’ hands at his waist. “Come on.” He says, collecting Cat and Regulus in one arm full and walking the pair over to James, who has turned in his seat and spread his legs to accommodate one Regulus draped over his thighs.

“Traitor.” He hears Sirius mumble as he wraps his arms around James’ neck.

Sirius never did know when to shut up.

“What was that?” Remus said sharply, loud enough for Sirius across the room.

“This should be good.” James murmured in Regulus’ ear, sending a shiver down his spine. James adjusts Regulus on his lap, sitting him between his thighs and giving them a little bounce. Regulus nuzzles into his cheek and wraps Cat up in his arms.

In his conscious mind he notes that he’s never seen Remus and Sirius’ dynamic in full, only the snippets he can catch when they let it slip. It’s almost like second nature between them, like watching high school sweethearts try to tell a story from back in the day.

You just wouldn’t get it. You had to be there.

He’s seen it in the way Sirius’ shoulders drop the moment there’s a hand in his hair, or the way his jaw clenches at the imperceptible shift in Remus’ tone. Regulus has witnessed the pure devotion and respect with which Sirius obeys Remus, but nobody could crack their code. What were their silent commands? What determines the switch from “Moony” to “Sir”?

Regulus watched with rapt attention the way Remus rose to his full height, and Sirius’ gaze fell to his lap as Remus stalked over to him, standing in front of his brother who was sitting at the edge of the couch now.

Remus assessed him for a moment, looking deep in thought. Regulus caught a twitch, a tremble, in Sirius’ forearms. Then Remus sighed, a disappointed tired sigh, and began gathering Sirius’ hair gently like he’d seen him do before. Brushing tenderly at his temples, minding the strands on the back of his neck, a perfect ponytail before gently tugging. He guided Sirius to look up at him, the dead on eye contact a heat James and Regulus could feel from where they sat.

“Why do you insist on pestering your brother, Sirius?” Remus begged the question, an eye roll in his tone.

“I don’t know, Sir.” His older brother replied lamely.

“You don’t know?” Remus raised an eyebrow, offended. “Do you want to play with toys, too? Is that it, Sirius?”

Sirius couldn’t even dip his head in shame. Got the grip in his hair tightened when he averted his eyes.

“Up,” Remus ordered, Sirius tried to comply as fast as he could but ended up getting pulled up. “Strip.” He took a step back and watched Sirius, not even acknowledging his audience.

Sirius took off his clothes in a methodical fashion but left his clothes where he stood haphazardly.

Regulus could feel James become a bit restless behind him, his hands traveling from on his waist to under his shirt, spreading his warm hands along his sides. Regulus settled back into him, never taking his eyes off the scene unfolding before him.

Sirius was left bare at the foot of the bed, his hair hanging around his downturned face, veiling his expression. Remus walked around him and went into the drawer of the night stand before retrieving something from Regulus’ and Sirius’ drawer. Regulus couldn’t quite see what was in his hand until he rounded the bed again and stood behind Sirius.

Remus swept the hair from the nape of his neck and pressed a gentle kiss to his first vertebrae, all while clutching handcuffs, rope and vibrating wand. A predator blessing prey. He murmured something they couldn’t hear into Sirius’ hair. Regulus strained to hear.

“Chocolate.” Sirius said clearly, it was nonsensical to Regulus, but Remus seemed pleased, giving Sirius’ behind a gentle squeeze.

The breath was stolen from his lungs when Remus gave two harsh kicks to Sirius’ ankles, spreading his legs. Sirius’ arms came to fold at the small of his back immediately, bending some at the waist. Remus cuffed his wrists one over the other style and tossed the toy onto the bed. Regulus could see Sirius register what it was and what was coming the moment it came into his line of vision.

Sirius took his bottom lip between his teeth and let his eyes slip closed when he felt rope circle his waist in a sure double strand. It was pure silence in the trailer; James’ hands rustling under his clothes, the gentle squeak of his pacifier, Sirius’ breathing, and rope being manipulated in Remus’ sure hands.

The soft brown rope made a harness, crossing at Sirius’ back and running between his thighs. Remus kept a grip on the strands around his front before turning him around with just the gentle insistence of a pull on the rope. Sirius followed commands like he was being fed them telepathically.

He came face to face with Remus, who was looking down at him. Sirius met his eyes this time, looking up at Remus like he was something to behold. Something desperate but devout. This confused Regulus. When was it okay to make eye contact and when was it not? How did Sirius know?

Remus kept tying, joining all the strands being fed between his thighs and securing them once around both thighs, trapping Sirius’s legs together. They kept that painfully intimate eye contact while Remus reached behind Sirius and grabbed the vibrating wand. He nestled the long handle between his thighs and the bulbous silicone ridged head snugly under the base of his now hard cock. Regulus shivered, imagining what that was going to feel like when it was on and pressing right onto that vein that ran along that spot.

The rope continued to be looped around both thighs, two loops around the handle itself, and the toy was almost entirely covered in rope. Sirius had no choice but to have it strapped to him, no way to free himself from its vibrations.

Regulus bit down a small smile, James noticed and leaned his ear down to his mouth, one hand poking out of the collar of his shirt to pull on his pacifier.

“Siri’s butt looks cute.” He said very quietly, and James chuckled in tandem with his sneaky giggle.

They both appraised the way Sirius’ ass looked with rope framing it, knocking their heads. James gave him a kiss to the temple and a fleeting squeeze to his chest with his freehand. Regulus bit back a moan that momentarily escaped, but James tampered it with his pacifier, Regulus bit down on it with his eyes locked on James’. They made their own little fire to stay warm with where they sat. James went in with both hands to massage his chest, Regulus arched his back against him with a small groan, going back to the show before them.

Remus finished with his tie, Sirius in quite the predicament with his cock caught against his stomach and a menacingly silent vibrator strapped to him. Remus finally stood back up, Sirius giving him one more pleading look before he was guided to lay down on the bed and move up so his head was on the pillows, his chest rising and falling more rapidly the closer Remus got to switching it on.

Before his thumb pressed into the ‘On’ button. He spoke finally, “I dare you to try and get off this bed.”

Sirius Black never refused a dare, but it seemed like this one would be one he’d sit out on.

There was nearly a millisecond of buzzing before Sirius was crying out, his entire body arching with a painful clench of his teeth. It was beautiful, Remus was an artist.

He crawled off the bed and dusted rope fibers off his hands, walking casually back to the pair. He stopped to stoop down and pick up Regulus’ coloring book and crayon box from the floor.

“Ignore him.” He said cheerily, pinching one of Regulus’ cheeks as he passed. He returned to his stool and took a swig of his beer like he’d just casually returned from the restroom.

James spun them around on the stool, Remus setting Regulus’ things in front of him.

“So, as I was saying, James. I’d be happy to lend him the truck-” Regulus tuned out as he flipped back to his page. Tuned out Remus, James, Sirius’ near sobbing behind them. When he found his starfish again he set on continuing where he left off, James’ hands never ceasing in their petting and squeezing. But there was one thing missing. He tumbled his crayons around in their box.

“Daddy?” He lifted his head.

“I just need to know how much equipment- Yes, love?”

Regulus looked behind him and over James shoulder, his forgotten peach crayon on the floor. What was he supposed to do? Use another shade to finish his page like a heathen?

When he looked back Remus had already caught on. “Go get it, baby. It’s okay.”

James retracted his hands and helped him off the stool with a lingering hand on his bottom. Regulus walked over to his crayon, bending down to pick it up. When he straightened Sirius was looking right at him, chest rising and falling dramatically.

“Reg…” He moaned, his eyes squeezing shut at what looked like a nasty convulsion of forced pleasure. “M’sorry-fuck-I’m so sorry,” Sirius had a flush running down his chest, his eyes already glassy.

Regulus stood there, twirling his crayon in his hands.

“Don’t pay attention to him,” Regulus startled at the sound of Remus’ voice. “He’s being punished.”

Regulus shot one more look back to his brother, before walking back to James’ lap. Sirius let out a pitiful whine.

He dropped back onto James, who this time sat him right over his cock, spreading his legs in order to spread Regulus’ with a hook of his ankles. He shifted down willingly, maybe even grinding down a little. He shot a shy glance up at Remus, who had a calculating look behind the lip of his bottle.

They carried out their conversation about Pete, and hauling some bands equipment into the back country to film some music video. They moved on to other stuff like James’ car and some drag race he won. It was all background noise. Even the sounds of Sirius’ choked sobs the first time he came all over his stomach became background noise eventually.

He started to beg when he realized Remus wouldn’t shut it off. His voice high from overstimulation. It was pathetic and broken. All ‘please, sir’ and ‘I won’t do it again’ in a teary voice. Regulus kept coloring.

At some point James’ hand got to the waist band of his boxers. How he’d gotten past Cat that was pulled up against his chest, he did not know. Now Regulus was getting sloppy, he had colored outside the lines trying to finish, didn’t even add white to the sparkle in the starfishes’ eyes, and then he was leaning back into James’ chest. And James never misses a golden opportunity.

His hand dives straight past his waist band and two fingers dip down into him. Regulus hadn’t even noticed how wet he was from being bounced on James’ lap. Sirius’ begging for ambiance.

He resisted making a noise, instead lolling his lazy vacant eyes to Remus, who was watching intently at the shape of a hand moving under his babies’ underwear, all without mentioning a word of it. Regulus could tell in the back of his mind that they were just talking to keep the act going now, all aware of what they were doing to each other.

Regulus clutched Cat high up on his chest, his shirt riding up as James readjusted his arm and wrist to circle the rough pads of his fingers around Regulus’ clit. Just the way he likes it, too. God, he taught him so well, he thought. His eyes went hazy immediately, and Remus couldn’t help smirking.

James kept going, slow and tight circles in his wetness until Regulus’ eyes were closed and he was melting in James’ lap. Noises hardly escaped him when his pacifier was in, Remus had once called it a mute button. He was floating too deep in his headspace and the warm slow simmer of pleasure he was being fed.

Nothing was rushed, not James’ hand, not Sirius’ relief, not even the shit James and Remus were talking.

They drank their beers, Remus even getting up to grab fresh ones at one point. Regulus could smell it on James’ breath when he laughed at Regulus. They had gotten him to taste just a sip, but he guesses he made a face.

The laughter settled, and then Remus started in that tone of his, the one that cut through all the soft fuzzy white noise.

“Enjoying ourselves, are we?” He taunted from across the table, downing the last bit of his drink before continuing. Loose-lipped, a little fucking filthy right now, Regulus had never wanted to have his face fucked by him more. “You like when Daddies friends come over and touch you?”

Regulus was sitting there with James’ fingers shoved in his underwear and his eyes half open. How was he supposed to deny it? He gently nodded his head.

“Such a dirty boy.” The sentence was punctuated by Sirius having what sounded like his third orgasm, a deep guttural groan sounding off which turned into a breakdown of sobs. “Why don’t you go play with your brother, baby boy?”

His accent got so thick when he was drunk, Regulus felt himself get even wetter. James got the right idea, prodding his hole and sending a bolt through him. Remus was the right kind of sick, and James was the right kind of complacent. He was just the right kind of both.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun. Me and Jamie’ll watch.” Remus got up, gesturing they follow, but not before pointing at Regulus’ underwear and making a dismissive motion. James tore them down his thighs, exposing his flushed leaking cunt to the air of the trailer. Regulus gave a visceral throb. “I wanna’ hear you.” Remus slurred, popping his pacifier out of his mouth and examining his face a little dumbly. As dumb as Remus Lupin could ever look.

Then he was kissing Regulus with a sloppy open mouth, Regulus tried to keep up with the violent press but he was just left trapped against James’ chest with spit shiny lips.

“Bring him.” He ordered James before leaving a loud kiss on his mouth too.

He couldn’t see Remus reach Sirius as James collected him but could hear the uptick in whines and Remus’ faux sweet shushing. “When he gets off, I’ll turn it off- He’s already warmed up- Shouldn’t be much longer, Pup-”

James carried him to the bed setting him down next to Sirius, who had about three loads of cum streaking his abdomen, and a weepy overworked cock. The vibrations were much louder and forceful up close, Regulus couldn’t even imagine what that felt like. James’ hands left him but were quickly replaced by Remus, guiding him to kneel up on the bed.

Sirius’ tears wouldn’t stop coming, and all he would look at was Regulus.

Regulus almost felt guilty, all he did was knock over Toys really. If he would have just stayed quiet, if he would have just-

“Siri-” He whined, clutching Remus’ hands on his waist and looking back at him. His boyfriends eyes were dark with twisted lust.

“I know, but Sirius had to learn a lesson.” He soothed, “He kept messin’ with your toys, right? Now he’s gonna’ be your toy.”

Sirius looked like he couldn’t even hear them at this point.

“You wanna’ feel good?” Remus asked, leading him to straddle Sirius. He left him hovering right over the head of the wand and his abused cock. “Sit down on this,” Remus tapped the head of the wand, Sirius twitched violently each time. “Go on,”

Regulus looked between Remus and the wand, pulled his shirt up and tucked it behind Cat, clutching it a little tighter to his chest before he spread his knees and lowered himself onto the vibrations. The moment his cunt made contact with it he moaned lowly, still hovering gingerly. It was strong, probably the highest setting. There was no wonder why Sirius was near hyper-ventilating.

When he lowered himself completely onto it, giving a testing grind onto the ridges, Sirius gave a silent cry, his face crumbling into full defeat.

It was mind-numbingly good. He kept a slow, jerky pace, not moving his hips too much in fear he’d slide off the pleasure all together. He knew he probably looked like some sick fantasy right now, a pretty boy humping his human pillow, and usually he’d indulge himself in Remus and James’ faces but they’d fucked off somewhere behind him, and he was too busy grinding his clit into those delicious ridges.

He hadn’t noticed his eyes had fallen closed, and when he opened them he found Sirius, tear streaked and broken beneath him. Each time Regulus moved, the vibrator would press harder onto his cock, making his lashes flutter again as his eyes fought rolling back.

Regulus was worked up already, and he could feel himself getting closer by the second, probably the fastest he’s ever finished in his life. He lost himself to it, not caring that it was his own brother it was strapped to, not caring that every jerk of his hips seemed to shoot electricity through Sirius. He hungrily chased his end, making the toy shiny with his slick.

Sirius was incoherent, just noises and half words. Something that sounded like the beginning of his name, turning into a clenched teeth cry. Sirius began fighting his restraints, his hips canting up, his shoulders flexing and the chain link of his handcuffs locking up. Regulus rode him like he deserved every bit of it.

Suddenly everything crested, and he was coming on the machine with a slack jaw, dropping his full weight onto the toy and onto Sirius’s cock. He rode it for what seemed like a whole minute, fucking himself back and forth onto the delicious sensation. He couldn’t stop coming it seemed. When the vibrations got too much, he had the luxury of lifting himself off of them. Sirius very much did not.

“I’m done, Daddy.” He announced as if it wasn’t obvious enough. In a moment, James was scooping him up and Remus was turning off the toy. Sirius went limp.

James hauled him to the couch just as Remus began untying Sirius, the sweetest slurred words he’d ever heard leaving his mouth. Sirius cried into his shoulder, wrecked. Remus swore he was forgiven a hundred times before Sirius lunged at his mouth with his.

Regulus turned to James, still panting, “Wanna’ fuck me in the shower?” he whispered in his ear, bold and painfully empty.

“Fuck yeah,” James said like an idiot, and Regulus beamed clambering off and racing him to the shower.

Before they shut the door Sirius was being laid down, his legs spread to accommodate Remus between them, his belt hanging loose.

“Need’a come back to Earth. Hit me.” Sirius babbled.

Remus cracked him across the face and caught it back into his hand all in one second. Sirus moaned and clung onto his wrist with a full body shiver, already nodding desperately to show he wanted another one.

Regulus giggled. Who was he kidding, he’d never fucking crack their code. That was just Sirius and Remus; Master and Devotee.  

He shut the door behind him and let his laughter bubble up his throat, ripping off his shirt and joining James who was already in the shower. He smiled as James turned him around and pressed his cheek to the shower tile.

Cat was forgotten on the couch, sitting half slumped onto one side, having bore witness to atrocities no Christian god would have ever allowed.  

Notes:

This was going to be a sweet little!reg chapter but then I remembered what Creek Blues was. I did not edit this at all and banged it out after a month of writers block due to working crazy over time and not having a moment alone. Also my fine shyt went to the Navy and ive been channeling all my angst and creativity into writing him letters. This is so sad guys theyre literally probably yelling at him. :(

Anyways! Comments help! Creek blues is so backidk why I ever made BMM a seperate thing whoops. Anyways lmk what u thought and if I should do another spin off of a pre-creek blues flashback like Lividity, and if so, what moment have you always been curious about? I know alot of people wanna see a Creek Blues Reg/Barty/Evan scene and I promise I'm trynna fugure it out.

Again sorry for typos my beta reader is asleep on my couch and I dont wanna wake him up.

Chapter 20: Angel With The Scabbed Wings

Summary:

Sirius and Remus
(Another Remus reminiscences chapter)

Sirius and Remus’ rules were set into their bones.

They grew up with them, changing and reshaping themselves the same way they had over the years. Most of the rules had nothing at all to do with sex, they were just things Remus thought Sirius needed implemented in his life.

Regulus was similar in that way, they both needed something from Remus he was happy to provide. Where Regulus needed affection and gentle handling, Sirius needed discipline and tough love. Where one child has forced into perfection without praise, the other was cut loose to run wild because the fight wasn’t worth the headache. Remus was here to correct that readily.

He never needed to wonder much what he felt he got out of it. Anybody else would take one look at him and think him a doormat of a boyfriend, burdened with cleaning up after Walburga and Orion’s mess. He never saw it that way.

Remus woke up almost every day to a warm face pressed up under his jaw, little puffs of warm air tickling his pulse, deaf to his alarms by now. Behind the smaller body, arms stretched to get a hand in his hair, limp from falling asleep combing through his hair. He could reach out every morning and have two damn good reasons to get up, or on cold mornings, two very tempting reasons to call out.

Most mornings, not all, the hand in his hair will twitch to his first alarm and dutifully start up. Sirius, who was never one for sleeping much anyway, wouldn’t say a word at first, just scratch behind his ears while Remus kept his eyes closed. Pretended he was asleep a little longer, just feeling those blunt nails pet him, a soft palm cup his cheek with the upmost reverence, like he was something delicate. Minutes would pass like this, quiet and unbearably tender. Until Sirius would hike himself up over Regulus’ head, his baby none the wiser, and whisper silver sweet.

“Rem?” His name passing his lips as naturally as a breath. “S’time to get up, love.”

Sirius, his first waking thought and the last thing on his mind before he fell asleep. It’s been that way for a few years now, hasn’t it?

“M’up,” He’d groan, just to let Sirius know.

He was awake but let him enjoy this moment a little longer.

Regulus only ever gave a stir, probably dreaming up entire movies Remus thought. He seemed to only be a light sleeper when one of them wasn’t in bed with him.

He’d be lavished on a little longer, if they were close enough, he’d be lucky enough to get a few kisses placed on his face, butterflies landing on his eyelids. When he was ready, he’d gently untangle Regulus from him, and like clockwork Regulus would turn with some encouragement to Sirius, only a sleepy noise escaping him.

And Sirius would hold it down from there, taking care of their little love while Remus got dressed in the dark and wondered when his eyebags got so bad while he brushed his teeth. Then, it was a kiss on Sirius’ lips if he hadn’t fallen back asleep and a nuzzle into Regulus’ hair before pressing a kiss to his curls.

He’d never get enough of it.

Of twirling a black lock while Sirius talked, running his hands over Sirius’ broad flat chest when he wrapped his arms around him from behind, of watching Sirius in side profile while he concentrated. Reaching out to ski a finger on the slope of his nose, roll a thumb over the two hills of his lips and scale the underside of his jaw.

Sirius was a spiritual experience, like worshipping a greedy deity.

One you laid out cigarettes and vinyls for at his feet in the hopes he’d smile down upon you.

He was a devoted worshipper.

Just as Sirius was to him.

He could feel it viscerally; it made his lip twitch ferally at times. When Sirius bares his throat for him he couldn’t help but growl low and deep in his throat with the urge to sink his teeth in and claim. Sirius would let him, has let him. Sirius would do anything for him in the same capacity that he would let him do anything to him. It pleased him to no end.

Their contract was one forged in blood and tears, sweat and spend. Sirius had to be broken ten times over to be made new by Remus, let him mend every tear and mold all that energy into something Sirius is proud to be.

Proud to be his, to be good after spending so many years as the bad. The failure, the lost-cause, the misfit.

In his arms he was good, he was worth disciplining, he fit right against him.

Their first rules were elementary, performative even.

Remus is to be addressed as Sir while in play.

Sirius’ safeword is Chocolate.

Kneel means kneel, Strip means strip, so on and so forth.

Ground rules for lack of a better word.

They were young, and at the time their relationship seemed the most exciting and taboo thing in the world. Those days were sweet, every touch sent lightning down into their very nerve endings. That never changed, that excitement, they just settled into it. They had grown into their roles until they fit like tailored suits. They were children wearing grown-ups clothes back then.

Remus thinks even Sirius couldn’t list their rules comprehensively at this point, some of them having been agreed upon once before they fell into practice, many having been enforced once and never again before being forgotten and forgiven in the heat of some lost moment.

Today they were a quiet force, something that reminded Sirius that Remus was with him even if it wasn’t presently.

He had gotten home early today.

Home, had he started calling it that when Sirius and Regulus did?

The trailer was quiet today and not finding the energy to jump in the shower just yet and not having been alone like he used to be before them, Remus sort of went into autopilot. Picking a book and opening the windows. It was a little over an hour of this, actually reading whenever he’d come back from his wandering thoughts. His constant state of analyzation and reminiscence. When he heard what was undoubtably Sirius’ car pull up, his shoulders relaxed and what he thought must be the dopiest smile plastered itself onto his face.

Sirius came through the door like the day may be chasing him inside.

“You’re home!” He beamed, paused with one boot off and the other kicked aside.

“Hi, baby,” Remus breathed, unsure why he felt a lump in his throat. He’d seen Sirius just this morning, but in this moment he felt like he hadn’t seen him in years.

Sirius dropped his bookbag and mindbogglingly large and messy binder on the table before crossing to him. Remus watched his every move with shining eyes, following his face until it was leaning over where he sat on the couch. Warm hands cupped his face, soothing over the stubble on his jaw. Sirius stared into his eyes with a pinch between his brows.

“Are you okay?” He said softly before toying with his bottom lip in worry.

Remus swallowed thickly, “Yeah, just missed you is all.”

Sirius’ bottom lip was released to aid in a gentle smile, Remus quirking his back.

“I’m here, love.” Sirius assured. “What can I do?”

His heart was going to come up his throat, he knew it. It was going to jump into Sirius’ hands and he wouldn’t even care because he knew Sirius would take such good care of it. Regulus asked him earlier that week if he’d still love him if he was just a little worm, Remus didn’t find the question as ridiculous as he did before. He’s sure he would love these boys if they were rocks on a beach in a different universe. Remus didn’t trust any other words at the moment, lest he breakdown asking why they’d ever love such a big boring farmhand like himself.

“Kneel,” He said quietly.

Sirius settled between his legs swiftly, instinctively lowering his eyes before Remus made quick work of running his hands into his hair. He could still see the worry lingering in those eyes like a storm gathering.

“Just need you.” Remus started, never taking his eyes off of Sirius’, looking into each one individually before examining his face. “Wanna’ hear you.”

Sirius was calculating behind his eyes, doing the same to Remus’ eyes. “What would you like me to say, Sir?”

“Tell me about your day, beautiful.” Remus asked simply, half distracted by pulling every little curl off Sirius’ face and into his hands. The more sure the grip in Sirius’ hair became, the more he seemed to relax.

“My day was a little shit if I’m honest. I was late for one of my classes because I showed up to the wrong room. Then, my drawing tablet died because I forgot to charge it.” He made a little face and rolled his eyes. Remus didn’t even want to correct him, he was too stunning right now. “And James skipped class today! So I had to study by myself.”

“My poor baby, how could he?” Remus chuckled, Sirius softened even more. “Did you eat today?”

“Yes, Sir.” Sirius declared proudly.

“What’d you eat?”

“The pasta Reg made yesterday,” He smiled.

Remus kept stroking his face once he had all of his hair bundled up in his fist, not tight but firm. Sirius was beginning to sag in its hold to get even a tug. It wouldn’t come.

He leaned down to press a kiss to Sirius’ lips, they didn’t even open their mouths, just held themselves there until they had tasted one of each other’s breaths.

“You sure you’re okay, Sir?” Sirius said against his lips, pulling away just so.

Now I am, he thought.

Remus pulled Sirius back a little further. Just appreciating his face for a few long moments.

“I love you so much.”

Sirius stilled for a breath, his eyes widening a fraction, trying to decipher what that response meant in reference to his question. But, his face softened, and he placed his arms behind his back, leaning forward to encourage the hand in his hair to tighten. Hanging himself from Remus, hanging onto Remus.

“I love you more, Sir.” He replied gently but so full of heart.

Notes:

Hard dom but he feels soft today : (
He and Siri need each other in the same ways, but show it different.
Take care of your tops !
He just wanted his boy.
imagine they fucked so sweet
They went to go pick up Reg after and they got bitched out for being late.
i am evidently sad as fuck today, just know anytime I write Remus pov something is very wrong
love all u guys fr, if you read this youre reading a little bit of my soul its kinda crazy.
I wrote this with no edit or spell check on, whatever happens happens.

Chapter 21: Princess Castle

Summary:

Regulus' birthday, and it's a party.

Notes:

WARNING: I DID NOT EDIT THIS CHAPTER AND I DO NOT CARE, IT'S IN THE LORDS LOVING HANDS NOW.

Hello, here's the annual long chapter. It took everything from me.

TW:
"F" Slur & "Sis*sy" (used "derogatorily" only in context of kink)
Recreational Drinking & Smoking
So very minor emet mention, like reg gets too drunk and just throws up so he sobers up not even mentioned in any kind of detail at all just mentioned in dialogue

The TW may be scary, but this is a love letter to being queer.
Heres to being GAY, whether its being literally gay, or being happy like baby reg in the begining. Theres demon twinks and exploration of functioning polyamory, negotiation within open relationships, partner swapping (Moonrose and Bitchkiller), and exploration of classic gay kink themes and tantric sex.
I've struggled a lot with my identity and growing pains being 22 and I'm sure a lot of you have read through my authors notes how things have evolved for me. I have bouts of dysphoria and fear that I'll never be in the queer relationship of my dreams because on a daily basis I am forced to conform to a job environment where being trans or queer simply isnt an option. The joys of law enforcement.
Simply put, this is my love letter to being a fag. Point blank.
The only spaces I've ever felt 100% myself is when I'm being called Maxie and I get to just be the boy who happens to wear transtape and boxers that dont fill out in the front. I love body hair or none at all, I'll polish your boots for free, I'll always be an ass man, and a demon twink whether hes emo or a bleach blonde will always ruin my life, i trip over myself to be a gentleman to ladies even if I may be perceived as one sometimes, I cried when my local dungeon closed down cus the dungeon masters retired of old age. I'll always hold space for kink and the kink spaces that created safe spaces for the outliers within a community of outliers, those old school kinks that have history and leather clubs with lineage u can trace back. the kinks and fetishes most people practice today have roots in queer culture. This chapter is the feeling of getting your doc martens ladder laced by the stud lesbian that has to introduce her wife as her roomate at family events, its about the guy you meet at a local spanking event who invites you for lunch for no other reason than his husband passed and its been quiet since.
Its about my fucking local dungeon and the fact ill never get to have, make, or serve "the best dungeon coffee in town" ever again. Fuck it, this is even for that young dumb and in love couple who did ecstasy and found each others soul tie when they fucked under red LED lights.
I am a dyke I am a faggot I am a queer and I'm going through shit.
Without ANY further ado, have your porn.

Breaking boys is a lot like breaking horses.

Except, Remus was much more compassionate with horses.

Getting an animal to obey orders took patience, especially when rebellion and stubbornness is bred into its bones. Remus was a softie, he’ll admit, using too many treats and lots of soft words unlike so many old-school methods.  He’ll spend hours just walking in circles with the horses happily no matter how hard the sun beats down on him, because then a leash is not a restraint it’s a guide. He won’t harass the animal by popping ballons in it’s face, he’ll let it figure it out on its own until he’s watching some of the most expensive stallions he’s ever met gently kicking it around.

His boss, the kindly old man whose fathers father ran these stables back in the day, revered his methods. Even had some inescapable lectures with Remus about how he could take his skills and make big money somewhere north and pristine.

The people who actually owned the horses Remus took pride in training hardly ever came around, or hardly ever glanced twice at the quiet scarred man saddling up their prized pets for their semi-annual trot. It was Remus who took the time, took the care, and at the end of the day felt like he was taking home the prize.

He only cried a little when he had to load up his favorite Friesian and send it off to its rightful owner.

Remus mused on all of this, as he so often does, as he watched his boys before him.

Tame–for now.

James was playful. A bit of a goof, but easy to refocus on task when needed. He performed beautifully, and loved to show off, knowing exactly when he was doing it.

You could still see traces of Sirius’ escapist tendencies. Stubborn and free-range, quick to pull back on his lead and spit out the bit just to see if he’ll be corrected. Easily spooked, but he’ll never admit it.

Then, his purebred. Obedient, well groomed, and noble Regulus. He pushed back only when he knew he could, calculated. Perfect posturing and quick to please, no breaking involved.

Regulus deserved all the treats in all their pockets.

“I love it!” He was saying from the couch, bookended by Sirius and James.

Sirius held a careful imperceptibly uncommon distance, seeing as there was company over.

“We knew you would!” His gaggle of girlfriends clapped, and smiled lovingly as Regulus lifted his first of many birthday presents out of the loveliest velvet box. Remus knew most of their names and parents from when he was in school and they were underclassmen, small town type of familiarity.

“Where did you even get it?” Regulus rotated the crown he plucked from the box gently in his hands, black crystals catching the light and silver metal work gleaming in the sun pouring in from the window behind the couch.

“We drove an hour away to a quinceañera store.” Dorcas supplied, sitting on the floor and leaning back on her hands.

“It’s not Swarovski, but at least its not a Party City ‘birthday boy’ sash.” Marlene rolled her eyes from beside her.

“No, I genuinely love it. It’s perfect,” Regulus looked down at the crown lovingly, a funny twitch to his lips like he might cry as he ran his thumb over the hair prongs like an angel plucking a harp. “Thank you.” He slid off the couch to gather them in his arms.

Outside something metallic banged, followed by somebody sounding suspiciously like Peter screaming “Fuck!”.

Everyone’s head turned towards the door, breaking up their little moment just as Peter made his grand entrance.

The door kicked open, screen door slamming behind it. Peter grumbling to himself as he kicked off his shoes and threw his keys onto the table like he too owned the place. His t-shirt was already sweated in and his pants pockets bulged with tools and wires. He stormed directly to the fridge and chugged an entire beer before speaking a word.

“Ah,” He wiped his mouth. “One of the bands just backed their trailer up into my car.”

A collective “What?” was gasped out by the crowd. James and Sirius ran for their keys to move their own cars before they too fell victim, the girls simply wanted to assess the damage.

“Happy birthday, Reg.” Peter already had another beer cracked open, sipping slower this time, as he walked over and handed Regulus a bookstore gift-card, sans any envelope or flouncy card.

“Thanks,” Regulus stifled a giggle at the absurdity, watching as everyone filed out, leaving him and Remus alone in the trailer.

He was climbing up and towards Remus before the screen door slammed one last time.

“Let me see, baby.” Remus smiled, one hand magnetically connecting to Regulus’ hip as he stood before him. Regulus set the tiara on his head, burying it in his curls and looking up devilishly shy like. “Now I can really call you a princess.”

It really was pretty, the crystals the same shade of shiny black as his hair, all the darkness adorning him making his eyes and skin look like sheer cut outs of pastel silk. A princely doll.

“Shut up,” Regulus smacked his chest half-heartedly. “And what did you get me, huh?” He leaned in.

“Getting a bit spoiled, are we?” Remus didn’t move closer, making Regulus get on his toes and throw his arms around his neck.

He planted a happy, body sort of wiggly, kiss on his lips. “I get to be spoiled today.”

“You’re spoiled rotten every day.”

“Yeah, and you love it.”

All the treats –again –all the treats.

Remus turned slightly to reach a long arm up and above the cabinets, somewhere Regulus wouldn’t reach and somewhere Sirius wouldn’t think to lift his little brother up in search of spoiling his own presents.

Regulus watched in awe as Remus revealed a rectangular and almost perfectly neat wrapped something. He waited for Remus to hand it to him before grabbing for it, so patient and polite-like.

“I didn’t think you actually got me something, at least not something you didn’t split with Sirius,” Regulus slid his palm over the black damask wrapping, “I was kind of implying that you give me head real quick.”

Remus laughed from the core of his soul, Regulus joining with a bit of his. “You’ve read how many of my romance novels and you think I wouldn’t get you something?”

“I know, I know. Thank you–God, I feel like I’ve said that so much today.” He blushed, biting the inside of his cheek. “You just do so much for me already. Thank you.”

“What are you thankin’ me for? You haven’t even opened it yet.” Remus leaned back to give Regulus space, bracing his hands on the edge of the counter behind him.

Even the way Regulus tore into things was organized, like he was sad to tear into the paper. Remus watched him go from hesitantly picking at the gift wrap tape, to excitedly ripping it apart. His smile went from gentle contemplation to bounce-on-your toes excitement.

“You didn’t!” Regulus clutched the book to his chest. Remus could tell he knew what it was without even opening it. He only dipped his head towards the book, Regulus knew exactly what to do. He opened it precisely to the publisher’s page. “You did not!” His eyes shined brighter than the crystals in his curls.

Remus didn’t get a chance to respond, having a mass of boy thrown in his direction as lips met his what seemed a million times, a million and one thank you’s between each one.

When he pulled back, Remus steadied him with a hand, watching Regulus excitedly examine his new first edition copy of Carrie.

“What is it you told me a long time ago? Stephen King said; those who don’t have the time to read, don’t have the time to write?”

Regulus beamed, so close their excited breaths played between them, “I messed up the quote. I was so nervous around you back then. It’s actually ‘If you don’t have the time to read, you don’t have the time, or tools, to write’.”

“I’ll lend you one of my tools,” Remus joked before their lips crashed together again for the hundredth time these five minutes. They’d just deepened their kiss and Regulus had just whined into his mouth when Sirius came crashing in with James in tow.

“Starting the birthday party without us?” Sirius walked up right behind Regulus, trapping him between his boyfriends’ hips and chests.

“Where are my friends?” Regulus asked, clearly trying to keep cool at the possibility of being caught in a brother and supposedly monogamous boyfriend sandwich.

“Uhm, excuse me, they’re actually my friends too now. And they’re drooling over Dorcas setting up her bass.”

Regulus turned in his entrapment to press his front to Sirius’, clutching his book to his chest. Remus sturdy behind him and James walking up to the tangle of lovers.

“Pandora and him talked about polyamory for five minutes and now they’re best friends.” James said, pretending to be bored. “Then Dorcas popped the hood of her car, and now they’re racing this weekend.”

“Exactly, best friends. What’s that?” Sirius pointed to the book with his chin.

“Look what Remus gave me for my birthday.” Regulus held it up in his confined space, elbows a little cramped.

Sirius’ face split into a grin, looking over Regulus at Remus with playful, dark eyes. “Not too shabby.”

“I try my best,” Remus shrugged, fighting a smirk.

“What’d you get me, then?” Regulus teased, nestling closer to his bigger (and such a thoughtful gift giver) boyfriend.

Sirius took it as a challenge, clearly, holding eye contact with Remus for a moment longer. Friendly competition now. Sirius took a step back, hand going for his keys.

“I’ll be right back.” And with that he slunk out the door.

“I got you something,” James closed into the space that Sirius previously occupied, holding something behind his back. “More like, I made you something, really.”

James seemed uncharacteristically nervous, with downcast eyes and his glasses slipping off the perch of his nose, he seemed instantly quelled when Regulus reached a hand up and cupped his face, a pale comfort on a warm tan blush.

“Aw, you didn’t have to,”

“I wanted to.” James rushed out, taking moments pause before revealing a mason jar full of popsicle sticks from behind his back. Regulus took the cold glass in his hands and examined it. “Open it and pick one.”

He could see from the way Regulus’ head moved that he shot James a questioning look before proceeding, unscrewing the lid and fishing one out.

“Sushi and Drive-in Movie.” Regulus read, and Remus caught on before he did. “Are these all dates?”

James nodded; a bit more confident now. “Every time you want to go on a date, pick one out, and we’ll go.”

“James, this is like fifty dates.”

“Yeah, and they’re all different, so you won’t have to worry about getting the same one twi-”

“You’re going to take me on fifty dates?”

“I mean, once this one runs out I can make another jar, but we’ll have to repeat some ‘cause I don’t think I can think of-”

“Jamie,”

“Yes?”

“You’re the sweetest, most amazing, fucking idiot I know.”

Remus watched from above as Regulus pressed his lips to James’ mouth, knowing that the next words out of James’ mouth would have been ‘is that a good thing?’.

“I’d go on a million dates with you.” Regulus cradled his face with his free hand. “I’d enjoy spending time with you if all we did was lay in your bed.”

James looked about the most love drunk man on Earth right about now.

“Oh, okay,” He said meekly, seemingly entranced by Regulus’ eyes.

“Thank you.”

“I love you.”

Well, that’s one way to make a confession, Remus thought.

Regulus only chuckled, pressing the love back onto James’ lips.

“I love you too.” Regulus assured, tucking one of James’ curls behind his ear. “Did you smoke before you came in here, Jamie?” Regulus cooed.

“Yeah,” James sighed, closing his eyes and nuzzling into Regulus’ hand.

“I see that.” Regulus examined James’ face, his shoulders rising and falling with a sigh of his own. “You’re the sweetest, love.” Regulus kissed his cheek, “Now, go sit down.”

“Okay,” James nodded dumbly and ambled over to the couch, dropping onto it heavily.

Regulus turned in his arms again, a gentle smile on his lips as he clutched his treasures to his chest.

“I’m so happy,” He mumbled to only himself and Remus.

“I think the best is yet to come.” Remus assured.

Right on cue, Sirius entered through the door back first, hauling a milk crate, a box, and a bag all precariously stacked on top of each other.

Regulus nearly tripped over himself to get to Sirius, already kneeling on the floor in front of the couch before his brother could drop everything in front of Regulus.

“Happy birthday,” Sirius said simply, and let Regulus go wild.

Remus couldn’t contain himself, a chuckle escaping him as Sirius sighed and dusted his hands, walking over to him. Regulus let out a genuine shriek of excitement behind him.

“Where the hell are we gonna’ put that thing?” Remus caught Sirius by the waist and pulled him into his chest, talking low into the side of his neck.

Sirius tilted his head to the side further. “He’ll figure it out,” He breathed, letting Remus plant kisses from behind his ear to his collar bone.

“I like this shirt,” Remus commented, tugging at the collar to get taste of the tattoo at the base of his throat.

“Thanks, it’s yours, I just cut the sleeves off myself.”

Remus took advantage of this by sliding a hand into the gaping holes at Sirius’ sides, gripping the muscles that flexed in his back.

Regulus excitedly flipped through the contents of the milkcrate while sitting between James’ legs. James paying close attention over his shoulder after melting off the couch and joining Regulus.

“They’re fucking vintage!” Regulus turned one of the old Playboy’s in Remus’ direction.

“I see, baby. I’m looking,” Remus regarded him over Sirius’ head, getting a handful of Sirius’ ass as discreetly as he could. Sirius groaned quietly against his collarbone.

“It has a tail!”

Remus looked up to see Regulus standing now, holding a grey shark onesie up to himself. He would drown in the fabric. He would be a life-sized plush in it.

“Oh, he’s gonna’ look so cute in that.” Remus mumbled against Sirius’ lips when he placed his attention back onto him.

“I’m surprised he hasn’t put it on already.”

“You’ve got me beat. Good job, pretty boy.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Sirius collected his kiss as a reward.

“Siri?” A voice from beside them. Regulus holding out his arms. “Thank you.”

Regulus was saying that an awful lot today.

Sirius didn’t say anything, just scooped his little brother up in his arms and held him tight. Remus watched the most heart-felt and well-fit embrace he’d ever seen, Regulus’ closed eyed face nuzzling into Sirius’ shoulder an angelic picture. Sirius let him go with a kiss to the top of his head, pushing his tiara a little out of place to land it perfectly.

Regulus bounced over to him next.

“Can I use your knife?” He put on his prettiest smile.

Remus pretended to be hesitant before pulling it out of his pocket and handing it to Regulus, handle up. “Careful,”

He and Sirius watched James do his best to help Regulus cut the little bits of tape sealing the box all over and extract the precious cargo inside. James kept fixing Regulus’ crown every time it started to slip, looking at him like something precious. Sirius was holding Remus’ crossed arms against his chest the whole time, listening to the twos chatter and the noises of things being set up outside.

That’s how they ended up with a dining table record player, and a crate of records and Playboy magazines that Remus would always knock his feet into under the table.

 ‘It’s like the little jukebox’s on the table at James’ favorite diner’ Regulus would draw up later that weekend, pushing up the finned hood of his onesie.

Table-side tunes really do make a difference at mealtime, Remus supposes.

__________

Remus had never seen this many people on his property at once, and he was doing his best to be okay with that by sticking to Sirius’ side, keeping the drinks coming, and keeping an eye on Regulus.

He has failed at one of these things.

Sirius wasn’t too concerned about losing sight of Regulus, telling him that James probably has that covered, which quelled his nerves until he caught sight of Regulus at the center of a circle pit, hands interlinked with a flaming red head.

Remus felt like he saw the moment in still pictures. Regulus’ huge smile, a hand grabbing onto his tiara, and his friend leading the way. A tumble of limbs and laughter.

His brain said, God forbid a single person lays one ill-intended finger on him. His heart said, hold still for me and let it burn behind my eyelids, baby.

Regulus indeed ended up wearing a Birthday Boy sash, the product of somebody with a Cricut machine and only love in their heart for Regulus. It was black with silver letters that sparkled, a perfect compliment to his outfit. Sirius pinned his tiara down, put him in a tight custom made shirt that simply read “Regulus” in old gothic font, tucked him into his old baggy jeans, and sent him stomping into his party.

Remus didn’t know Regulus had so many friends with project bands, he didn’t know that Regulus was so well loved in their hometown hardcore scene, and he definitely didn’t know that Regulus could hold his liquor how he did.

Maybe he didn’t get out much, or maybe he had never watched Regulus this closely before.

Either way, it was doing something to him, watching the boy he regards as his sweet angel juggle a joint, a shot, and a cigarette all while taking a happy birthday wish from somebody on somebody else’s Facetime call.

He was the belle of the ball, and the bands played for him tonight.

Barty’s band was disastrous. The music wasn’t bad, no, and Dorcas could play a breakdown that could melt the skin off your bones. Remus just wasn’t sure people were going to make it out without injuries.

“Is that–” Remus started, pointing with his cup in his hand.

“Yep.” Sirius nodded beside him.

Regulus emerged from over the crowd, being surfed forward until he was dropped at the very front.

Remus would have to thank Peter with his first born one day for putting such an event together.

“Since when was our pretty little boyfriend such a party animal.” Remus leaned down to Sirius.

Sirius didn’t take his eyes off Regulus as he spoke. “He learned from the best.”

“No, seriously. Has he always been like this?” Remus wasn’t letting it go.

“His best friend is in a gutter punk band, he only hangs out with the art class rejects, and he writes porn for the masses. Yes, he’s always been like this. I raised him on rock and roll.” Sirius smirked.

“I guess I just never noticed,”

“No, you were too busy fucking me in the back of your truck while he was in the pit.” Sirius raised his eyebrows at him, Remus yielded guiltily. “Look alive,”

Remus looked up and realized Barty’s band had finished up, and techies scurried to coil cables up and switch out equipment. When Remus looked ahead he caught Barty and Regulus’ friend walking towards them. Evan, a tall blonde kid he recognized from somewhere trailed behind. Then, Regulus’ flushed angelic face popped up from behind Barty, arms and legs draped across his front in a piggy-back carry.

“He said ‘return to Remus’, but I forgot what you looked like, so I asked him what you look like and he said ‘tall, standing next to Sirius, probably wearing a stupid shirt’. So, we went looking and then I found Barty and Evan who do know what you look like, so here he is. Ta da! Your boyfriend.” Right on cue, Barty put it in reverse and dropped Regulus before them.

The red head made jazz hands at Regulus’ arrival, Remus could see Sirius blink slowly, he himself reeling at all the information. “I’m Bruja by the way. Pleased to meet you.”

“Well, thanks for returning him.” Sirius said, hand shooting out to shake hers both smiling at each other.

Remus stood there looking down, “Is my shirt stupid?”

Sirius gave his ‘Read A Banned Book’ shirt a once over, “No, you’re fine,” he assured him.

“I don’t get a thank you for returning him?” Barty interjected, wiping his face off with his shirt.

“Thank you, Bartemius.” Sirius rolled his eyes.

“You’re welcome.” He smirked.

Regulus draped himself off Remus openly, knowing Remus would catch him.

“Having fun?” Remus smiled softly down at him, Sirius couldn’t help crowding a little closer to hear as well.

Regulus nodded with his eyes closed, flushed and plump like a Botticelli angel, when he opened his eyes he was breath taking. Remus pet sweaty curls off his face, he could almost feel Sirius resisting the urge to preen over him as well.

His next words were whiny, Remus would eat them like meringues melting on his tongue if they weren’t so worrying. “M’gonna throw up,”

Sirius chuckled, not worried one bit it seemed. Regulus, on some kind of auto-pilot, made for the door of the trailer with all the self-control in the world. The only reason Remus didn’t panic was because nobody else did.

“I’ll go take care of him,” Bruja made to follow him, “You guys are so cute, by the way.” She said, eyes mysteriously lingering on both Sirius and Remus.

Remus was in such a state of shock he didn’t taste the liquor in his next sip.

“He’ll be alright,” Somebody said near him. The blonde. “He does this all the time; pulls trig’ and comes back like nothing happened. Sometimes we don’t even notice he’s gone until he comes back acting completely sober.”

Remus regarded him carefully, unable to place where he’s seen him before. He knew Evan was still new in town in comparison to the rest of them that grew up here, so he couldn’t tell why he got the sense that he knows him from somewhere outside of being Regulus’ friend from school who also had his tongue down his boyfriends throat that one time.

“Oh, alright then,” Remus said stupidly, still lost in his thoughts. Still a little shocked at talking to somebody that was close to his height.

“So, you’re the famous Remus. We’ve heard lot’s about you.” Evan shoved his hands in his pockets, making his low-rise jeans even lower.

“You have?” Remus got the urge to down his drink.

“Yeah, if it wasn’t for us Regulus would’ve never shot his shot with you.”

Us.

He glanced over his shoulder at Barty who had Sirius enraptured in some conversation, the two of them sharing a cigarette. A far cry from how he thought this would go in comparison to how Sirius would usually regard Barty in conversation.

As you can see, the entire situation was rather baffling to a poor tipsy Remus who doesn’t talk to many people on a regular basis. When he turned back to Evan, he almost felt a chill go down his spine. A feline tilt to the head, scheming eyes, a rosy up-ticked lip.

Remus was prey.

“Where do I know you from?” Remus took just a step closer, subconsciously defending his space, Evans eyes fleetingly regarded the closing distance.

“Other than our one unfortunate meeting?” Evan joked, “Gold Dust.” He said like it was obvious.

Remus could almost see what his own face looked like when it got all screwed up.

“Gold Dust?” He reeled, searching his memory.

Evan let a little chuckle escape his nose, leaning in.

“My horse? Gold Dust?”

“Holy shit!” Remus gasped, nearly smacking himself on the forehead with the hand holding his drink. “Goldie!”

“Yes, her. You work at the stable where she’s kept right?”

“Yeah–Yes.” It all came back to Remus now, Evan looked like a younger version of his father, had his mother’s exact same eyes. “She’s beautiful, she must’ve cost a fortune.”

“Well, yes and no. She does cost a fortune, but my father breeds them. He sells to racers and enthusiasts. Kind of why we moved here, it’s a long story.” Evan shrugged.

“So, she’s yours?” Remus circled back.

“Yeah, at least the only one my dad has ever let me keep. I barely go out to see her though, I never go out that way, I guess.”

“No, you can come any time. I’d love to take her out for you. They get lonely and stuff, I’m sure she’s bored of seeing me every day.”

“I’ll come down sometime soon, then.” Evan smiled with closed lips, a mischievous little glint in his eye. Remus felt his eyebrows twitch together.

Evan wasn’t anything like he thought he would be like. Certainly not for being Barty’s boyfriend. He was so put together, he seemed of a good class, he was so–pretty.

“I’d love that.” He breathed, straightening up a little apprehensively. Unsure of what was going on inside of himself.

Evan stepped closer, Remus held his breath.

“Maybe you could take me for a ride?” He’s not sure how Evan meant it.

He was going to take a step back, until he noticed that Sirius was in the same predicament, and they were nearly back-to-back now. They’d been cornered, and he doesn’t even know if either party intended it to happen.

Boys to break. Something in his mind whispered. Boys in need of breaking.

Remus wouldn’t be upstaged. He covertly tapped Sirius’ wrist, unsure when he’d gotten pushed so close to him, Sirius turned readily, looking like he desperately needed an out too.

“Let’s go check on Regulus.” Remus said smoothly, like he wasn’t just assaulted with a hundred images of how he would have the–posh super-model that could talk horses, apparently–on his knees in a second.

Sirius only nodded and followed him up. The inside of the trailer was empty, thankfully, seeing as they were strict on nobody but immediate friends could enter the trailer, everyone else could do their business in the woods, thank you very much.

The moment they were alone Sirius’ eyes widened and he dropped his voice to a whisper-yell.

“What the hell was that?!” Sirius made his hands into blades.

“I don’t know!” Remus gesticulated back just as fiercely.

“That was like,” Sirius ran a hand through his hair, “Like a planned attack!”

“Yes, that’s exactly what it felt like,”

“Do you think Reg knows? Like, his best friends are trying to fuck us or?”

“Wait, what did Barty tell you?”

“That he’s like always had a crush on me since we were kids, and then he started pouting asking why I hate him, and said we could hate-fuck it out.”

Remus straightened, “Wow, mine was way more subtle than that,”

“What did Evan say?”

“Apparently, I take care of one of his horses and then he asked me to ‘take him for a ride’ sometime.”

Sirius blinked, “Wow, you’re so easy, all he had to do was talk about horses? Really?”

Remus was mid-mouthful of the remnants of his drink, he tossed the cup into the sink and swallowed harshly before speaking frantically. “What was I supposed to do the kid’s nearly my height and he owns a fucking thorough-bred!”

“So, what are we gonna’ do?” Sirius said flatly.

“What do you want to do?” Remus quirked an eyebrow.

Sirius lifted one too, along with one side of his mouth.

“We ask Reg,” Remus started.

“Of course, we ask Reg–”

“Ask Reg about what?” Regulus interjected from the bathroom door, looking as pristine as he did at the start of the party and sipping water from his mug. Bruja popped out from behind him, pushing a harpin back into his curls.

“Yeah, ask Reg about what?” She added.

“Baby, can we talk to you?” Remus tried to sound as normal as ever.

“Ooohh, Daddy voice! Somebody is in trouble.” Bruja drawled, making her way to the front door.

Regulus smiled and rolled his eyes haughtily, “Am not! I never get in trouble,” He fluffed his hair and made his way into the kitchen.

“If you say so!” And with a flash of orange, the door shut.

“What’s up?” Regulus said calm as ever, walking into Remus and Sirius’ minor squabble.

‘Do I have a Daddy voice?’

‘No, I don’t know what she’s talking about–’

“You wanted to talk to me?” Regulus said a little louder, looking worriedly between his two boyfriends and their current state of distress.

“Yes, why are Barty and Evan trying to fuck us?” Sirius whined.

Regulus stilled, looking very confused for a moment. Then, he doubled over in laughter, setting his mug down on the counter.

“This is not funny!” Sirius continued.

“No, it isn’t, I’m sorry. I just didn’t think they’d actually try it.” Regulus giggled, straightening once more.

“Try what?” Remus crossed his arms, his newly insolent little boyfriend looked up at him and his stance clearly not grasping the severity of the situation.

Regulus swallowed down another laugh, “Sorry, I smoked with James, but I promise I’m sober enough for decisions right now. Your faces are just hilarious,” He started, covering his mouth. Remus glanced at Sirius, who was watching one very giggly Regulus with amusement in his eyes. “What did they say to you? You guys look like you saw a ghost.”

Remus and Sirius relayed the information once again, still none the wiser on why any of this had transpired.

“Wait, did you know that they were gonna’ do that?” Sirius said over his little brother.

“Yeah, I’m the one that put them up to it.”

Silence fell over them, you could hear the gears turning in two of the three boyfriends heads.

“I beg your pardon?” Remus started.

“Okay, so–Barty, Evan and I were talking about how we all never got a chance to finish what started at the barn that one night, and how differently things would have gone if Remus never came to pick me up, and we got into talking about how that  shit show would have gone. Then, I made a joke about how it’s too late to find out now, and when they said why, I told them it’s because I’d need approval from you two.”

“Including me?” Sirius near shouted.

“Evan accidentally hooked up with his cousin on Grindr when he lived in New York, he has no room to talk.” Regulus waved him off. “Anyways, I said, if they get you two’s approval, I’ll think about it. I obviously didn’t think those psychos would actually try it. But the way I talk about you two I guess I can’t blame them for wanting a piece of the action too.”

“So, if I go out there,” Remus started, pointing in the direction where he left Evan, “And fucked your best friends face,” he switched to pointing the other way, “In this bathroom, you’d be okay with that?”

Regulus shrugged, “Be my guest, I heard he gives grade-A head.”

Remus only crossed his arms over his chest and watched his boyfriend carefully before looking at his other boyfriend. “Have you any qualms?”

Sirius looked dazed, eyes stuck on Regulus’, which were now looking back into his.

Remus mentally stepped back, watching the silent conversation happening in front of him. Some freaky sibling telepathy shit he was too tipsy and horny to try to decode.

“Is Barty a top or a bottom?” Sirius smirked.

“Bottom,” Regulus smirked back. “For cis-guys, at least.” He added with an eye-roll.

“That twink tops Bartemius Crouch Junior?!” Remus was beside himself, eyebrows shooting into his hairline. Evan was taller than Barty, sure, but you’d think the punk band front man was at least the one topping.

“Don’t worry, Evan’s a switch, he told me himself.” Regulus assured, which isn’t what Remus was asking, but it was helpful information. “So, it’s in your hands now.” Regulus smiled sweetly, taking his leave. He was halfway out the door when he called back. “By the way, I’m sleeping over at Jamie’s house tonight.” He bit the tip of his tongue. Remus only chuckled in response, shaking his head.

He was sure his baby was going to be having some life-changing birthday sex in just a few hours.

Sirius was eerily still beside Remus once Regulus left.

“I’m going to break him.” He said determinedly.

“Who? Barty or Regulus?” Remus leaned back on his favorite thinking spot against the counter.

“Barty,” Sirius said, eyes trained on a kitchen floor tile, plans unfolding behind his eyes. “Regulus too, but that’s after.”

“He finds a way to surprise me every day,” Remus mused.

“I know exactly what I’m going to do.” Sirius said, sure as the sun will rise tomorrow.

Remus pulled him in by a belt loop, grabbing his attention and stealing a kiss.

“You learned from the best.”

__________

Barty played a dirty game, and Sirius was drunk off his power and his position on the board. It wasn’t like getting Regulus’ submission, no, he was fighting to see it. Barty could pass as straight if he wanted to, girls tripped over themselves to get to the front row of his shows. They went wild when he took his shirt off.

But no, Sirius knew something about him, and that something was that Barty was begging to get fucked. He knew he’d want it hard, and as fast as his songs, ten times messier.

He could see it in the way Barty looked at him, unrelenting and unshakable, he wanted Sirius to knock him down a few pegs and make his act shatter. Bring down the curtains and the stage with it. Sirius had his sight lined up right on him. Both of them could feel it, neither of them were about nonsense or pretense. All it would take was one of them to even vaguely suggest that they take it inside and they’d be fighting to get each other’s clothes off in a second.

Sirius wanted to watch him squirm though.

How long would Barty keep it up? What was the breaking point where he couldn’t take not taking Sirius any longer.

They were on their second cigarette around the side of the trailer, where there wasn’t any porchlight or people to see how close they stood while they leaned up on the outside wall. To anybody else, they were just talking music and college plans, real civilized people stuff. Between the lines they were circling each other until the other lunged.

Up to this point, Barty was the good for nothing live-wire that thought he was good enough to get into his little brothers’ pants. At this point, that was still exactly what he was.

Barty was only bit shorter than Sirius, even in his heavy boots, but he was stout and lean. His tattoos were more scattered and less thought out than Sirius’, and his outfit had more holes than fabric. They weren’t dissimilar, if anything, Barty reminded him of himself when he was younger.

He was talking about something while Sirius made all of these observations, really, only paying attention to the glint of silver he saw nestled in the center of Barty’s tongue. He gave him until the last drag of his cigarette before tossing it off to the side, and walking up on him.

Barty’s knees spread willingly, the words died on his tongue, and he pressed himself against the wall.

“Are we doing this, or not?” Sirius said simply, smoke still leaving his mouth. Barty’s eyes watched it roll off his tongue before flicking his eyes up to Sirius’, big dark puppy eyes, straight eyelashes lost under the whisper of a monolid. Sirius felt himself throb with power.

The boy under him tapped his tongue ring against his front teeth, “Depends, did you get Daddy’s permission?” Barty drawled.

Sirius gave him a moment to think about his life choices before his hand shot up to grip him by his throat and pin him to the wall. He felt a strangled moan make it’s way up the airway he possessed in his hand, only making him squeeze harder.

He glanced once to the left and once to the right past the curtains of his hair before taking Barty’s lips under their cover. The kiss he received back was fierce with fight, two hands coming up grip his wrist and pull it firmer against his neck. Sirius conformed readily, doubling all efforts until Barty began to weaken and stumble, then eventually a tap against his forearm. He released all pressure immediately but kept his hand loosely around his throat. Sirius could almost see Barty fighting to regain the vision he’d stolen from him.

“You’re stronger than I thought,” He gasped.

“You’re weaker than you act,” Sirius shot back.

Barty stared up at him dizzily, canting his hips forward so Sirius could feel how much his words affected him. Sirius pressed back harder with his own, showing Barty in turn how badly he wanted to destroy him. They both let out shuddering breaths, betraying their little act.

“Where are we doing this?” Barty whispered, “Not that I mind right here.”

Sirius thought quickly, knowing that anybody outside would be able to see them if they even thought about peeking in through one of the windows.

“Go inside and go to the bathroom, I’ll be there in a second.” Sirius supplied.

“Yes, Sir.”

He’s sure Barty meant it as a joke, but it went to straight to Sirius’ head. He peeled himself off Barty after one last heated smoky kiss, letting him step out and back into the light. As soon as he rounded the corner, he collapsed against the wall with a grandiose sigh, reaching into his pants to tuck his hard-on into his waist band and pull his shirt down over it.

Sirius waited a little less than a minute before stepping out into the light and making a bee-line for the porch steps, momentarily catching eyes with Remus, who he hadn’t noticed was just around the corner on the edge of the light, leaning up on the wall and murmuring something into Evan’s ear who was leaning in close. Evan gave an airy giggle before noticing Sirius.

Before Sirius disappeared inside he glanced over to see both Remus and Evan looking his way and forcing down smiles, both becoming matching knowing smirks. Remus gave him a two-finger salute, his hand coming down to cup Evan’s behind, making the blonde gasp and hike himself up a little higher on Remus’ thigh. The two made a gorgeous, beyond interesting pair. Sirius’ heart smiled, but he remained focused on task.

He was ready to go the moment the door locked behind him, finding Barty braced against the sink. The space was cramped, but it was more than enough to work with for now. Sirius didn’t have to say a thing, just start undoing his pants, Barty was on his knees in less than a second.

“Let’s see how that tongue ring feels,” Sirius murmured, almost to himself, pulling his cock out unceremoniously. He didn’t give Barty any time to examine it before he was pushing himself past the inside of the other boys cheeks. It did, in fact, feel like heaven.

The little metal ball was hot as it dragged along the underside of his cock, ruefully making his eyes roll back at the sensation. Sirius had a hand fisted at the back of Barty’s head rather quickly, the boy beneath him barely done getting him all the way wet.

Barty sucked on him enthusiastically, knees spread to get a lower angle helping himself guide Sirius’ cock down his throat. He alternated between closing his eyes and looking up directly at Sirius, swirling his tongue around his tip and flicking his piercing against the slit expertly every time he pulled up. Sirius had to admit–there was no denying it–he was close already.

Not one to be bested, he tore Barty off him, letting the boy pant over him for a moment before taking himself into his hand and rolling the tip around his tongue, fucking right up over that godforsaken little piercing.

“You’re a real slut for this, huh?”

Barty nodded.

“What would all those people outside think if they found out their favorite singer was nothing but a cock whore?” The question was rhetorical, of course, as Sirius punctuated it with fully gagging Barty on his cock until his nose was pressed between his hips. He had to fight not to come down his throat right then and there, feeling Barty let out a sob around his rock hard dick and tremble like he’d just come in his own pants.

Sirius grit his teeth, gripped his base hard, and prayed. He was drunk, fucked up–on many things–but mostly power. Feeling rough hands grip his thighs while their owners choked, sheathed in this impossibly tight opening, it was thrilling.

He pulled out, and amazingly, Barty made to dive back in. Sirius held him back while he caught his own breath, tilting Bartys face up to the light. He let go of his cock and let it hang over his tongue like a treat being dangled before him. Sirius had a breaths worth of contemplation before using his freehand to deliver a blunt and firm tap on Barty’s cheek, covertly asking for permission.

“Please,” Was the answer, the boy under him shuffling closer until he was straddling Sirius’ boot. They’d completely negated taking them off in their haste, and an idea struck Sirius, as they so often do. He settled his boot more firmly between Barty’s legs.

He knows it’s not possible, but it felt like you could have heard the back hand he laid on Barty over the music outside. The moan that came after was even louder. Thighs flexed and slacked around his ankle, and Bartys hands scrambled to get himself out of his pants, Sirius imagines that humping laces and leather couldn’t be pleasant, but then again, perhaps that’s exactly what Barty wanted. He went again, evening it out with his other cheek and a rigid palm.

“There you go,” He cooed, watching Barty find his rhythm. “Is this what you wanted? To hump my boots like the pathetic bitch you are?”

“Yes, it feels so good.” He said with his eyes closed, looking lost in the rough drag of humping himself to an unpromised end.

“What happened to that little act you had on outside? I thought you’d put up more of a fight than this. You’re telling me you’re that much of a slut for my cock that you’d do anything I say?”

“Anything, I just need it rough.” He meant it, if his eyes opening and boring into Sirius’ soul told him anything. Sirius knew what that was like; he knew exactly what Barty needed. He’d once needed it himself. “I need to feel something.”

Sirius thought, and dug deep, what could he prescribe somebody who begged so wet and pretty. His thoughts fell to all the things Remus taught him about himself.

What would Master do? He’d have to trademark it sometime.

Sirius crouched down to his level, taking his chin into his hand.

“You want me to fuck you?” He asked bluntly.

Barty nodded readily, putting on the sweetest puppy dog eyes a boy that looked like him can. It was enthralling, watching such a rough specimen fall so hard.

“Clean my fucking boots, then.” Sirius grit out and guided his face down with a harsh grip. Barty didn’t need help the rest of the way, letting his ass poke up into the air as he dragged his wet tongue over the top of Sirius’ boots, leaving a shiny trail in its wake. Sirius stood back up, watching from his post as Barty lapped his precum off the leather and trilled his piercing up Sirius’ ladder laces. Worship in its purest form, degradation in its messiest.

All Sirius had to do was reach down again and grab and handful of hair and Barty was standing back up like he was weightless, his chest rising and falling harshly, his cock painfully red. He looked at Sirius for his next directive.

“Turn around, wash your mouth out while I open you up.” Sirius wasn’t a monster either.

Barty bent over the sink and turned the faucet on, smirking into the mirror.

“Already prepped,” He swished some water back and forth before spitting, drying his mouth off with the collar of his shirt.

Sirius tore his pants down his ass and pushed his shirt up, the edges of a tattoo catching his attention. He hooked the bottom hem over his shoulders and revealed bat wings stretched over lean muscle. Sirius saw himself twitch.

He ran exploratory fingers over Barty’s hole, finding it not only semi-opened up, but still a little slick with remnants of lube.

“Somebody been here before today?”

“All clean, promise.” Barty smiled, Sirius could see it in the mirror. Then, the subsequent wiping of it as he laid a sound spank on one of the toned globes of Barty’s ass. Which was inexplicably perfect. Round and smooth except for recently grown out hairs, no trace of a tan line. Sirius had to wonder just how good care Barty took care of himself. “Again?”

Sirius made sure there would be handprints before he moved on to collecting as much spit as he could under his tongue and letting it fall cold and slippery onto Barty’s temptingly twitching hole. He gave no warning before popping the tip of his cock in and pumping a few testing inches back and forth a few times. He watched the anticipation build on Barty’s face, waiting until their eyes were locked before slamming in up to the hilt.

He threw his arm forward to catch the groan in his palm. Barty laved his tongue across his open hand, mouthing at it with pinched eyebrows. Sirius took it as a sign that he was more than good, immediately taking up a brutal pace. Barty moaned behind his hand, throat straining back with Sirius’ grip. He was loud, he couldn’t imagine him in bed, Sirius growled in frustration, flattening his hand and pinching his nose, fucking the breath out of him until he was scrambling to tap out.

“Be quiet, people standing outside can probably hear you taking my dick up your ass. Is that what you want?”

Barty shook his head frantically, cheeks turning red.

“You can talk, but learn how to fucking control yourself, do you understand?” Sirius hissed into his ear.

The boy nodded, and finally Sirius gave him the privilege of air.

He took a hip into either hand and pulled him back onto himself, Barty going willingly. His mouth dropped open, and for a moment Sirius worried he’d disobey, but he watched Barty exhibit some self-control and bite down on his lip, hanging his head instead.

“Fuck,” He spat, “You feel so good.” Barty emphasized by throwing his hips back onto Sirius in time with his quickening thrusts, bracing his hands on the sink. His shoulders flexed and his wings spread, Sirius nearly lost his vision. It may have been his eyes rolling back.

He started giving it his all, and as soon as another band started up outside, he lost all regard for how much noise they made. Sirius had his eyes locked on where he disappeared fully into Barty, the bounce of his ass when it met his hips, the baritone grunts and whimpers when Sirius hit something delicious inside of him. He knew they had found their tempo when the small room filled with only the sound of skin slapping. Sirius too focused on not shooting his load right this very second and Barty too breathless to even make a sound. It wasn’t until Sirius tangled a hand in his hair and lifted Barty’s face back in view of the mirror that Barty remembered to breathe.

He gasped and bit back noises, scratchy little moans escaping here and there. His entire body was being jostled with the force of Sirius’ cock carving deep into his insides.

“I’ve been daydreaming about this since I was a teenager,” Barty admitted, strained as it was. “I’ve come to the thought of you using me more times than I can count.” He continued to explain breathlessly.

Sirius laughed, changing the angle to drive his cock right where Barty will feel it in his stomach. Carving his next words into his very core.

“So what? You’ve been a bent little faggot your entire life?” Barty just about collapsed against the counter.

“Fuck, yes.” He got on his tip-toes so Sirius could hit his insides harder.

“Struck a nerve?” Sirius joked.

“Keep going,” Barty begged, and begged some more. He’d apologize to Remus later about the boy-drool on his counter.

“You need me to tell you how much of a freak you are to get off? Is that it?” Sirius went on, cruel and grit-toothed.

“Please, Sirius. Keep talking–need to hear your voice.” Barty pleaded.

“Spread yourself for me like the cock slut you are.”

Barty didn’t even think once.

“I bet you want me to come inside of you, don’t you? Or would you rather have a taste?” Sirius knew the answer, but while he waited, he wet two of his fingers and teased the idea of them around Barty’s rim.

“Want you inside,” Barty whined against the counter, Sirius was sure there were tears.

“That’s right.” Sirius pushed one finger in beside his cock and matched his pace, he watched the individual muscles light up as Barty’s body reacted. The sound was incomprehensible. “You’re just a hole for me to use, say it.”

“M’just a hole for you to use!” Barty earned himself another finger, and Sirius was twisting his wrist. Barty’s hands suddenly sparked back to life, gripping anything he could. “Oh my God, I’m gonna’ come. Sirius, Sirius–”

“You’re coming just like this? Like some fucking sissy?” Sirius spat, losing all restraint.

“Yes! Oh, fuck–Don’t stop, please.” His voice broke on every syllable.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Sirius promised, fucking his fingers alongside himself and losing himself in it, already having been so close for so long. “Want you to scream my name. Let everyone know who’s cock you’re begging for like some cheap whore, go ahead, beg me to come.”

“Please, please let me come, Sirius? I’ve been so good for you, please,” God, was it working. This is the most tolerable Barty Crouch Jr. has ever been. “–I’ll do anything, anything. Sirius, Sirius, Siri–”

Sirius was on the very precipice when he remembered he had to give Barty permission before he was declared clinically insane.

“Come on my–shit, Barty–come on my cock.”

You could hear the stream hit the cabinet below, visibly see the clench in every muscle of Barty’s body, the cramps forming in the backs of his thighs; the severity of Barty’s orgasm had Sirius burying himself so deep he’s sure he’d broken Barty for good. He clenched down around Sirius with an impossible grip and refused to let go until both of them had been drained of everything they had to give.

Barty’s cheek was stuck to the counter, and Sirius stuck to his back.

Spit and boy, sweat and man, come and a symphony of harsh breaths.

It was every sense overtaken, and Barty felt every one of them at once.

__________

 

So, he was a model. At least, at one point he was.

The way he smoked was so Los Angeles. He flirted like New York.

Remus remembers the last time he was this horny for somebodies’ brain, and that ended with him pinning his shoulder blades to the mattress and fucking it straight out of him.

They’d been talking for what felt like ages, and by now Remus felt like he’d cataloged every place he wants to put his tongue and he was ready to act. Evan was getting a bit restless too, going for subtleties like hooking a finger under the collar of his shirt and pouting; “I think your shirt is cool,”, or the classic shoulder touch to dragging fingers down the entire length of his arm.

Evan was the classiest slut he’d ever met (he gets to say that now because Evan proclaimed himself as such), and Remus has decided he needs to be inside of him as soon as humanly possible lest he shut the power off and send everybody home, even if it’s just for a kiss.

The only problem? Their boyfriends were taking forever in the bathroom. Not that they weren’t going to take forever too, so better they have their turn first, Remus just doesn’t trust what he’d do if Evan bats his pretty blonde eyelashes at him again.

Evan and he had shared a joint that James had passed by and rolled for them at some point, towing a pretty, and stoned Regulus along and tucking him into his chest. His baby watched him flirt from inside James’ hoodie, kept a floaty little smirk on his face the whole time and held things quietly every time James handed them to him. It felt like approval, like he was being flayed open and seen for the first time. Because Evan was making a fool out of him, and Regulus didn’t warn him of not one trick his best friend had up his sleeve.

How was he not warned that Evan, Barty, James, Sirius and Regulus’ fathers all did business together? Why did he have to slowly come to the haunting realization that Evan was cut from the same posh-boy cloth he had an evident penchant for?

When James and Regulus whisked away like horny weed god parents into the night, they left Remus and Evan all alone to click like magnets. No relief for Remus who had never seen the ocean, and Evan, who pulled the waist band of his pants down to show him the tan-lines from his most recent trip to an all-inclusive in Tulum. Since when do boys get Brazilians? Why was that little gold nose ring such a problem?

It was like Remus’ first gay panic all over again, except this time more weed induced than hormone induced.

He needed this boy, and bad.

So, when they saw their boyfriends stumble out of the bathroom through the windows they’d been so diligently keeping watch of, they didn’t say a word before Remus was holding the door open for Evan to float through.

“Such a gentleman,” He commented, and yes, Remus tripped over himself.

Sirius and Barty looked like they’d been hit by a truck, politely put.

“Had fun, boys?” Evan teased, petting Barty’s hair down into some semblance of order and straightening out his shirt before planting a sweet kiss onto his dazed lips.

“We need to perform wellness checks on Regulus’ vagina.” Barty mumbled with his eyes half-closed and a limp.

Sirius fell into Remus’ chest as his boys so often do. “How do you do that every time?”

“Practice, baby. We’ll shut down soon and get you into bed, go find your brother and James.” Remus kissed the top of his head and gave him a full body squeeze. Sirius lifted his head and dug his chin into Remus’ collar bone, closing his eyes and pouting his lips for a kiss. Remus chuckled and gave him the sweetest pop-kisses he could, unable to deny Sirius anything in this world. “Glad you had fun, my love.”

“You have fun too.” His first angel whined.

“I will, and take Barty with you, make sure he doesn’t fall asleep somewhere.” Remus added.

“C’mon, Bartemius.” Sirius said groggily.

“I just had your dick in my ass, don’t government name me,” With that they filed back out the door.

Remus watched them go until he heard a fond chuckle to his right, when he turned his head Evan was taking up the entire doorway to the bathroom shaking his head at the two who had gone right back to squabbling. He was backlit like destiny.

Evan looked over his shoulder, and back at Remus with a perk of his eyebrows. “There’s room for two in here.”

“Is that right?” Remus played along, stalking forward, Evan didn’t have to tilt his chin up to meet his eye when Remus got close. It was a first for him. He was too busy relishing this that he didn’t have time to react when Evan pulled him in by his shirt and shut the door behind his back.

Remus was pinned to a door for the first time in his life.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked dumbly.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Lips were on his and hands were running up his torso, all he could do was grab on to the set of narrow hips in front of him and hold on.

His lips were cherry Chapstick, his tongue was lollipop sweet, they got lost in the kiss that’s for sure. He couldn’t tell you how long they spent just exploring each other’s mouths in silence after spending the night talking. They were such idiots, this was all the talking they needed to do. Hands as big as his, but thinner, and softer gripped Remus’ waist. He could have sworn he was ticklish there but tonight it felt so right. He let their hips meet, trying not to revert to his brutish ways when he felt his hands start to flex and ride up to the boys ribs, his thumbs sweeping until he could circle the rough pads of his thumbs on rosy nipples.

When he caught the reaction to that in his mouth, he couldn’t resist temptation any longer. He leant out of the kiss and dove for one, not caring that Evan’s shirt had fallen over his head and he was nosing under it like a dog who’d caught a sent. He took each one into his mouth and time slowed, he made sure every tastebud got a taste of one before he moved onto the other, and the noises Evan made–if there was a way Remus could bottle the boyish whines with the hint of vocal fry, he would go to until the end of the Earth to do it.

“You’re so sweet, Remus,” Evan said, the words ending and beginning with a moan as Remus emerged from under his shirt and began pressing open mouth, tongue first kisses on his throat.

“You have no idea how hot you are.” Evan breathed when Remus returned to eye level with him. His eyes going a little cross at the proximity, Remus held him strung up with one hand on his neck, and one on the small of his back. Evan leaned into it freely, letting himself be kissed dizzy.

“My boyfriends tell me all the time, I just don’t believe them.” Remus was a bit shocked at how deep his voice sounded in the isolation of the bathroom compared to Evan.

“Do me a favor?” Evan placed a hand on his bicep, squeezing.

“Yeah?” Remus waited with bated breath.

“Believe everything they tell you about yourself. Also, you’re like, really strong.” Evan giggled, and Remus stole it off his lips. Evan came up for air one more time to make another request. “Can we take our shirts off? I wanna’ feel your skin on mine.” He said almost in a whisper.

Remus’ hands gripped the hem of Evan’s shirt while they reconnected their lips, dragging his knuckles all the way up his body until they had to separate to get it over his head. His shirt fell to the ground behind him and Remus’ hands fell onto the smooth stretched canvas of his torso. Evan did the same to him, dragging his blunt manicured nails through his chest hair and making his heart skip a beat.

Evan pulled back to rake his eyes over Remus’ body, slowly pulling them back up to meet Remus’. “Would it be like a total mood killer to ask what happened?”

Usually? Absolutely, yes.

Right now? Remus felt like he could tell this boy his social security number and have it hold the same weight as his zodiac sign.

“My dad ran me over with a huge plough tractor when I was seven by accident.”

It wasn’t a big deal at all anymore, it seemed so small now. He lived didn’t he?

Evan seemed to think the same, he looked like he was trying not  to laugh in fact.

“Bummer,” He said, holding back laughter.

Remus’ face split into a grin, and Evan let himself laugh. Remus laughed too, laughed right into a kiss. Evan was right, their skin felt like heaven against each other.

“It’s not funny.” Remus said against Evan’s lips as their kisses smacked in the vacuum of Remus’ bathroom.

“Then stop laughing!” Evan smiled, the hottest chuckle leaving him. They talked with their eyes closed, mouths open, and hands all over.

“He dragged me for like twenty feet,”

“That’s so horrible!” They huffed more happiness and freedom into each other’s mouths.

They couldn’t stop. Remus went back down his neck and chest until he was getting on his knees, undoing Evan’s stylish light wash jeans.

“Gonna’ eat you out–” Remus whispered between Evan’s hipbones.

“God, please,” He helped Remus get him out of his pants, kicking his shoes off and to the side along with his briefs and pants. He flipped him around so he could get a face full of beautiful, sweet, ass.

Who was going to tell him Evan had angel wings tattooed on his lower back? Who?

He spread him with no hesitation, trusting with confidence that every part of Evan was clean, and what he found was heaven. Puckered, pink, hairless skin, and sensitive like a motherfucker. Evan mewled as Remus took two handfuls of fat and spread him apart, diving in like he’d been starving.

Which he is, but he blames the munchies. Food will only taste better after great sex.

Remus wet his entrance from top to bottom, side to side, and just to check his work he slowed down and painted circles with his tongue around his hole, which had Evan grinding back onto his face like a greedy certain someone he knew so well.

When he started to push past his entrance Evan hiked a foot up on the counter and reached back to push Remus’ tongue even further into him. Moaning in little stutters with every stroke.

“How the fuck are you so good at this?” Evan thought out loud.

“I love my boyfriend’s cunt.” Remus said finitely before spitting onto his fingers and using Evan’s entrance to spread the slick. He pushed one finger in with no resistance but still soothed it with his tongue around his own digit. Tasting himself and Evan and everything in between.

“You can put more, I switch pretty often.” Evan panted from above him.

“So I’ve heard.” Remus chuckled against his hole.

“Your boyfriend’s a gossipy bitch.”

Remus thrust a second finger into Evan roughly, making him keen and bend even more at the waist.

“Watch it,”

“Forgot you’re a hard dom at heart.”

“M’being nice right now.” Remus said with a mouth full of boy.

“Love that for you,” Evan shot back breathlessly. “Another,”

Remus complied, now three deep inside of Evan and nowhere near tired of having his mouth on him. He twisted his wrist, searched inside of Evan for an inexplicable amount of time, both of them moaning when Remus found Evan’s prostate and started fucking his fingers against it. Remus moaned just off the simple fact that he felt Evan clench around his fingers with every press.

“I’m ready, fuck, that’s enough.”

The short laugh that left Remus was admittedly cocky.

“No, it’s not. I’m doing one more.”

“I can take it, promise.” Evan bounced impatiently on his face and his fingers.

“Just bein’ careful, darling.” Remus drawled, more than sure that Evan was wet enough to take anything else from the worship he just laid down with his mouth.

“You can do whatever you want if you call me that again.”

Remus slid one last finger in, looking up at the giant marble statue that was Evan from this vantage point. “Darling, I’m going to break you.” He cooed as gently as men like him can.

“Please.” Evan sighed, falling off the bone on his hand. Remus ran his clean hand up his lean legs, and the invisible blonde hairs that got thin and candy flossy as he reached his thighs.

Once Remus declared it enough, he stood back up with crackly knees which Evan commented on with an “Old man,” he quickly took back when Remus lifted him up onto the counter with ease and pulled him to the edge, holding onto him just right to have his hole exposed for Remus to line up with.

“Reg wasn’t lying then.” Evan said when he looked down as Remus freed himself from his pants.

Remus looked down too, stupidly, knowing he’d find his cock as the topic of conversation.

“Did you think he was?”

“I just didn’t understand how someone that size takes something that big.”

“With love and dedication, sweetheart. Remember to breathe.”

Remus didn’t have to bend his knees, didn’t have to lift a finger to help hold somebody up to his height, just enjoy the feeling of one long sun-kissed leg around his waist and one dainty, gold anklet fucking adorned, ankle hooked over his shoulder while he sunk into warmth and spit-wet heat.

“Holy shit.” Evan gasped, lashes fluttering when his eyes met Remus’.

He watched every expression blend into another; shock, apprehension, determination, and finally euphoria. It was plain lovely. Nothing else to it.

“Breathe.” Remus reminded gently, his eyebrows raising in a ‘I told you so’, and Evan deflated from the breath he was holding in, sucking in another shaky one.

The boy wrapped around him let out a breathless chuckle, and nodded, his lips rolling in on themselves before blooming like a rose again. When Remus pulled out and pushed back in they parted to make a pretty ‘O’ around pearly white teeth and a shiny wet tongue.

Remus kept up his slow, deep rhythm, feeling Evan give slowly with every thrust. He steadied him with hands on his thighs, not letting him slip as he slowly went more slack.

“You can go faster.” Evan said when his shoulders relaxed, and his breathing wasn’t skipping stone stop-and-go anymore, and Remus did, giving him the full taste of it with every thrust. When Evan didn’t stop him, he let him have it, his fingerprints surely leaving some kind of mark even if only semi-permanent.

“You feel like heaven around me, pretty boy.” Remus whispered into his ear when Evan wrapped his arms around his neck. His waves jostling with every collision of their hips.

“Think m’p-pretty?” Evan managed to get out between squeaks and whimpers.

“Cover of a magazine pretty.” Remus grunted, changing his grip to around Evan’s waist instead.

“You big sweetie,” Evan sighed, “Can you fuck me from behind?”

Remus is doomed to be helpless when pretty boys bat their lashes, isn’t he?

He helped him to his feet and bent him forward just so against the door, having to kick his own pants off to get the job done right. If you told him he’d be naked and pleasantly stoned, balls deep in a blonde, in his bathroom while a party rages on outside just earlier today, Remus would have probably given you a good one himself.

“Oh, fuck, that’s it.” Evan said resolutely, like he’d just remembered something he’d forgotten earlier. Except, it was that he just found out he could feel every thrust like an electrical current pulsing through him at this angle. Remus hadn’t even gotten a good look at his cock being so distracted by his ass and the little fold of fat under it. Evan wasn’t a bad size himself; Barty must be lucky to have this one all to himself.

Not at the moment, of course.

Right now, Evan had his eyes closed and his eyebrows pulled together in what seemed like a deep state of concentration, and Remus behind him followed. His hands were firm around his waist and Evans were buried in his hair as they moved in sync with each other, not making much noise at all, just lost in and around each other’s bodies and sharing what seemed to be like one singular pulse of pleasure.

“How are you feeling, lovely?” Remus murmured against the shell of his ear after spending minutes just soaking up the little whines that left Evan’s mouth.

Evan said nothing, just lowered a hand to cover his, and guided it to the spot between his hips, where Remus could feel the head of his cock poking through the thin skin over his bones.

“You’re so deep,” Evan whispered.

Remus found that he could come from that knowledge alone.

“I feel you everywhere.” Evan went on, “It’s like I can feel you. You’re so genuine, Remus. You’re so–just like that, fuck!–hard working.” He lost that last bit to the space behind the clench of his teeth. Remus was certain it was meant to be sweet.

He knew exactly what Evan was talking about, he could feel it too. They weren’t taking from each other, they were learning and sharing. It took a few more thrusts into Evans very core until Remus could find the words.

“You make this town a little brighter.” He settled on.

They were strangers shrouded in preconceived notions just hours before this very moment. Now, Remus was guiding Evan to touch himself and whispering sweet reckless nothings to each other as they spilled themselves and each other.

Where one ended, the other began, even their clothes were one big lump of everything and nothing at all.

Remus let Evan pet his hair while he found the will to move, pressing his forehead into the crook of his neck. Evan let Remus sooth the shakes going down his limbs, and they didn’t kiss again because their souls felt close enough.

Putting their clothes back on was bittersweet, seeing each other in their human wrapping again but having to say goodbye to this moment.

Damn, that was some good weed.

The party was winding down when they stepped back out into the fresh air. Remus would have to deep clean his bathroom tomorrow, since wiping the spunk off various surfaces just didn’t feel clean enough. He and Evan walked into where most of the party-goers idled, and where Peter was indiscriminately kicking anybody who wasn’t “family” off Remus’ property with big waves of his arms.

In plastic chairs they found Regulus’ friends in various stages of sleepy, recounting tales of the night, or just plain asleep. Sirius sat in one of the chairs with Barty on the ground between his legs, dozing against his knee while Sirius carded fingers through his hair.

Bruja from earlier perked up at Remus’ presence.

“There you are! We were trying to find you again,” She beamed, “Regulus told me to tell you he left with James, whoever he is. But I’m confused, I thought you were his boyfriend? They were acting all–” Remus’ hearing went fuzzy, knowing that Regulus was safe, he didn’t need to hear the rest.

Remus caught Sirius’ eyes over everyone’s heads.

They smiled.

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Somewhere Across Town, In James Potter’s Apartment

He wasn’t touching the ground, his legs were wrapped around James and he was spread out and pinned to the wall like a butterfly in a museum.

The two idiots were crying into each other’s mouths.

“I love you, I fucking love you,–”

The only thing Regulus could hold onto was James’ hair.

His glasses broke somewhere in the foyer.

“I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you.”

James Potter was thrusting into him like he had a point to prove. Which, if you ask him, he did.

The only thing Regulus Black was wearing was his tiara.

Notes:

please leave a comment, i love you all with the very base of my ass cheeks.

Chapter 22: Morning After Jitters

Summary:

Regulus panics over butterflies, and never wants his cupcake phase with James to end. Regulus goes to Sirius for some brotherly advice.

Notes:

Just wanted to tie up some loose ends.

Puppy love felt a lot like free-falling.

It felt different from Remus or Sirius, where things just sort of clicked. His love for Sirius had always been there, there was no question about if it’ll always be there. Falling for Remus felt like something sure as the ground beneath him, as tangible as a family heirloom Sirius shared with him.

But, puppy love, first crushes, first loves? Regulus was falling hard and there was no telling when he’d hit the ground. He was bound to at some point wasn’t he? People have their first crushes and then lose them and spend their whole adult lives never able to listen to one certain song without thinking about them. It’s just what happens, right?

Regulus didn’t want that to happen. He didn’t want this to be the happiest he’ll ever be with James.

Puppy love made him feel stupid, it made him feel delusional.

How dare he fantasize about greeting this man when he came home, or making dinner with him? How could he be so stupid that he was thinking baby names?

Artemis for a boy, Athena for a girl.

He blames Remus and Sirius for not preparing him, really. It’s all their fault, surely.

They never agreed or asked each other to all be boyfriends, it’s not even really what they were, he thinks. They were all just instantly married and became one synchronously moving and breathing unit, and that was what worked for them.

Boyfriends is such a juvenile and simple label for that, no?

Remus had his angels, Sirius had his lovers, Regulus had his partners.

And James.

James stood outside of all of that. Sure, he loved and sometimes fucked his best friends, but not the way he loves and makes love to Regulus.

He doesn’t even know how it all started. Last year, he swore James was his mortal enemy for taking Sirius away to a foreign country. A few months ago, he was keeping himself up at night writing about how confusing it was to want to fuck somebody you’d made up your mind on hating. This morning, he’s holding his hand on the center console of his car and swearing that he loved him since that one time he put a bandage on his skinned knee as kids.

See, funny how it all works out.

Regulus didn’t hate James until he took one incestually tortured Sirius overseas. They’d been in each other’s proximity for their entire lives. Regulus played with Sirius and his friends as kids, and James made sure he never felt left out. When James got his first car he’d always give Regulus a ride to or from school when Sirius couldn’t. It was all so big brother’s best friend casual.

Regulus hardly knew James was bisexual until Sirius and Remus told him James had a crush on him.

So, when did it all start? Or was the crush always there but never nurtured? Was Regulus feeling everything now that he didn’t let himself back then? Was he just lying to himself because James was being nice to him and he was some irreparably bent attention whore? Was he deluding himself into loving James Potter?

It was all very confusing.

What was real in this moment was the sun through the window warmed sheets he woke up in this morning, the smell of their post-sex and pre-shower sex shampoo, and the sweet words he drifted into consciousness with. James had ran down to the sweets shop downstairs as soon as it opened before he’d woken up and stuck a candle in a fudge square, watching intently as Regulus closed his eyes and made the birthday wish he couldn’t last night.

Let everything be okay.

What Regulus focused on was his mismatched socks and his morning-after outfit, all pulled from James’ drawers. His outfit from last night and his tiara getting all wrinkled and crushed in the bag he stuffed it in. Pajama pants and his nice boots. A brand-new toothbrush sitting next to James’ in his apartment. The charger he forgot on his bedside table.

Was this how “normal” relationships start?

James was driving him home. Not his parents house, but home. Where Sirius and Remus are, where his birthday presents were, where Cat and his laptop were. As much as he loved being in James’ apartment, he absolutely couldn’t wait.

Except all the things previously listed were not the only things of his laying around Remus’ house that morning.

“Oh, for fucks sake.” He crossed his arms, standing at the foot of Remus’ bed. James laughed from the couch.

Barty’s head was the first one to poke out from under the sheets, eyes still crusted shut. His hair looked absolutely ridiculous. “What the fuck?” He squinted in the morning light, stretching his arms above his head.

“Good morning to you as well.”

Remus woke up next with a jolt, waking up Evan who was cuddled up on his chest. They both noticed Regulus at the same time, Remus falling back onto his pillow and closing his eyes again with a harrowing groan.

“Hi, Reg.” Evan mumbled, smiling and nestling further onto Regulus’ boyfriend’s chest. “Happy birthday,”

Regulus rolled his eyes and fought a smile off his face, “Thanks,”

He rounded the bed to where Sirius was still lightly snoring, a really weird thing for him to be doing. Usually, he’s the first of them to be up. Regulus smiled down at him and sat at the edge of the bed, brushing the hair off his brother’s face. Sirius’ face gave a little twitch, and his mouth closed and opened again once before he groaned and his eyes opened unseeingly. When his brain started up, he rolled onto his back in the cramped bed, crushing Barty a bit as he stretched.

Regulus watched himself be noticed on Sirius’ face.

“Happy birthday, baby.” Yeah, his morning voice will always be hot. Sirius wrapped his arms around Regulus’ waist as he sat and dug his face into his side, letting Regulus continue petting him.

“Your friend bites.” Sirius grumbled into his shirt.

“Who? Barty?” Regulus looked over at his friend who had the sheets pulled over his face now.

“No, this one.” Remus supplied, his eyes still closed.

“Really?” He laughed, kicking his shoes off and leaving them at the side of the bed.

“Guilty,” Evan sing-songed.

“What a turn of events,” Regulus commented flatly, digging up the sheets to situate himself on the sliver of matress at the edge of the bed and against Sirius’ chest a little awkwardly. “So, how was it? Have they been approved.”

“Approved.” Both Remus and Sirius grunted.

Regulus laughed, triggering Sirius to wrap his arms around him and flip them to face the rest of the beds inhabitants, landing him somewhat on top of Barty.

“Fuck off, there’s too many people already!” Barty whined, tearing the sheets off his face and getting a face full of Regulus.

“You’re in my spot!” Regulus guffawed, knocking Barty on the head. “I forgot how cranky you are in the morning.” He flicked his forehead.

“When have you slept over at his house?” Sirius spoke into the back of his neck.

“Every time I was at ‘Brianna’s’ house.” Regulus smirked.

“Knew I taught you right.” Sirius kissed the words into his spine.

“Who the fuck is Brianna?” Barty continued.

“You are, apparently.” Evan chimed in.

Remus stirred on the other side of the bed, going for the bathroom. He stumbled directly into their dresser, making two bed-dwellers snicker, and him curse loudly.

“I’m never drinking again.” He grumbled, nobody acknowledged the fact that he was naked.

“Prongs, c’mere.” Sirius drawled, scooting up further into the center of the bed. Everyone filing in to fill the empty space.

“Don’t mind if I do.” He heard James approach and get in behind Sirius. His brother turned towards him instantly, and Regulus didn’t have to look back to know that Sirius was absolutely smothering him.

“Prongsie-Wongsie!” Regulus heard various smacks of kisses land all over James’ face, and James’ gorgeous laugh.

“Oh, so fuck me right?” Regulus threw his hands up.

“You had him all night, no complaints.” Sirius snapped light-heartedly, and they went back to cooing and chirping at each other like love birds.

“Come here.” Barty offered, letting Regulus climb over him and settle into a Barty and Evan cuddle pile.

Evan perched his chin on Barty’s shoulder, “Are they always this gay?” he asked.

“No, usually it’s worse.” Regulus sighed on Barty’s chest, laying there with his eyes closed. “Are all of you naked?”

“Nah, Sirius gave me one of your panties to wear.” Evan snickered.

“You nefarious queen.” Regulus accused

“They make my ass look great.” Evan took the blow with a smile.

Remus burst free from the bathroom, still as naked as he was but looking much less green. He grabbed the first pair of sweatpants out of his drawer and walked over to the kitchen, multiple cracks and pops coming from unspecified joints. He attempted to scratch a spot in the center of his back as he filled the coffee pot with water.

“Who wants coffee?”

Everyone shot right up.

__________

His best friends eventually departed, after recounting the happenings of last night. Mixing up who topped who and who did what, and ‘Remus let Evan do what?!’. They laughed over their mugs and helped tidy up, leaving all of Regulus’ birthday gifts in a pile on the couch.

While Regulus helped Sirius pick up stray red solo cups off the grass outside and James and Remus helped Peter hitch trailers of band equipment up to their respective owners trucks, Regulus took advantage of their moment of solitude between brothers on the far end of the property.

“I think I’m falling for James.” He said, holding a garbage bag in one hand.

Sirius didn’t even react, “How so?”

“Like in the stupid way.” Regulus squinted up at the sun.

“That’s lovely, baby.” Sirius shot him a smile as he tossed a few more cups in the bag he held, Regulus pouted up at him.

“What do you mean, that’s lovely? You don’t care?” He followed Sirius as he moved on to a different spot, bag crinkling after him in the wind. “Are you mad at me?”

“Of course not,” Sirius laughed, “I’m your big brother, I wanted this to happen. I’m happy for you.” He groaned as he leant down to pick more trash up.

“Do you think Remus will be mad?” Regulus held the bag open for him.

“Definitely not.” He shook his head, shooting Regulus a ‘come on’ type of look.

“So, you think I should go for it?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“But what if it all goes wrong?” Regulus bit his lip, trailing after Sirius as he worked.

“James is never going to hurt you.” His brother assured him in a serious tone.

“You guys do stuff with James,” Regulus pointed out kind of pointlessly.

“He’s our best friend. You wanna’ do stuff with your best friends, it’s different.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Regulus crinkled his nose, watching Sirius pour out an abandoned drink. “If me and him start dating would I have to stop being with you and Remus?”

“Did James say he had a problem with it?”

“No,” Regulus whined.

“I didn’t think he would.” Sirius smiled again, giving Regulus a funny fond look, raising his eyebrows.

“Don’t give me that look!” Regulus stomped petulantly, letting the garbage bag smack down on the side of his thigh. “Am I overthinking this!?”

“Ding, ding, ding!” Sirius laughed, straightening up and reaching past Regulus to toss something when he made no attempt to open the bag for Sirius.

Regulus threw his head back and groaned, Sirius caught him by his shoulders, still laughing at his little brothers’ dramatics.

“Maybe you’re not as libertine as I thought,” Sirius shook him side to side gently, “You’ve already got two boyfriends, what’s one more?”

He stood silently for a moment, just looking up at Sirius.

“Is that what you, me, and Remus are? Boyfriends?”

Sirius looked a little confused for a second, like maybe Regulus fell and hit his head on rock earlier. “If that’s what you want to call it, yeah.”

 
“You never asked me to be your boyfriend.” Regulus pouted as pretty as he could, and Sirius rolled his eyes, but couldn’t contain his smile.

“Will you be my boyfriend?”

“Yes!” Regulus beamed, throwing his arms out to the side.

“Jesus Christ, you’re an idiot.” Sirius pushed him away with his open palm to Regulus’ forehead, making him stumble back.

“You have to make Remus ask me too. Oh, but make him get me flowers!” Regulus continued to trail after him, happily holding the garbage bag open now.

“You know he would, too.” Sirius added.

Regulus bit his lip, unable to keep his smile to himself, he lolled side-to-side.

“You’re my boyfriend,” He sang.

“Yeah, yeah. Pick up a cup or something, would you?”

Notes:

I love it when the brothers are brothers, you know?
Also, a minor pre-teen regression moment over boyfriend troubles. Regulus never got to be a pre-teen boy having his first boyfriend(s), so let my baby be. Writing Reggie's POV feels like coming home.
Also, Remus let Evan eat his ass and deepthroat him with fingers in his ass, he told me. I love writing for Barty and Evan. I was scared to add them back to the mix, but you'll be seeing more of them sporadically, only because they're not members of the actual couples, still side characters.
I'll probably be gone again for a while, no promises, I just had a lot of feelings to get out this weekend, you know?
It makes me so happy when ya'll tell me that this is your comfort fic because honestly, this is mine. At this point, I don't write Creek Blues to please anybody but myself, so when people end up liking it, it blows my mind. If you've read this far, you're a real one. Our souls have entwined more intimately than some people's entire marriages.
Anyways, I wanted to clear things up about Reggie and James falling in love, without negating the fact that Regulus also fell in love with Remus and Sirius in his own way. I didn't want this to be a Wolfstar and Regulus fic or something where it's Wolfstar and Jegulus but they partner swap. I wanted this to be a healthy, functioning open relationship where one person can have a boyfriend while his other two boyfriends aren't necessarily boyfriends with him. Of course, that's always going to be Sirius' prongsie-wongsie and Remus' best man. They just happen to fuck freak nasty style when the urge strikes. James also happens to make their little boyfriend feel like he's being courted by his first highschool boyfriend.
If you want to keep on the theme of the last chapter, I could really say a lot of trans people go through this where they feel like they're reliving certain adolescent milestones as their correct gender, and it can be thrilling and euphoric but confusing at the same time. Like, all this boy did was take you on a date, but you feel like it's the first date you've ever been on. All THAT jazz.
Anyways, enjoy Sirius being an older brother to his dweeb of a little brother.
Hopefully, I'll be back soon. I love you all very much, I hope you're all having an at the very least fine day or night. Leave a comment about anything your beautfiul, unique hearts desire. (Or, leave a comment on what you'd like to see Barty Evan and Regulus do.)

Chapter 23: Beach Episode Pt. 1

Summary:

The gang head to the old Potter Lake House for the last big bang of the summer.

Notes:

Hey, so this will come in two parts.

TW’s
- Talk of Reggie’s boobies as a T-boy
- Chewing up food and spitting it into someone’s mouth (for the purposes of being a Marauder and grossing Barty and Evan out)
- Slight free-use

Kinks
- Reggie’s tits
- Free-use Reggie
- Face-Sitting
- Facials

So, this is another one of those chapters I wrote on a 16 hour shift while in prison. These next chapters are going to test drive almost everyone’s point of view, which hopefully I conveyed in a fun way with little scenes from the trip that are significant to each character. Plenty of partner swapping and RoseStarKiller set up.
This chapter is very Fluffy and Banter heavy which I found myself enjoying.

Also is Reggie nesting or living the boywife fantasy that was torn from my hands? Who knows.

I hope you do as well.

Stress packing is a real thing.

Especially when your boyfriend springs a trip on you last minute and you’re leaving in–Regulus checks his phone–two hours.

Hes packing for both Remus and Sirius, Remus being at work and Sirius finishing up his last class for the summer. Regulus has three book bags sitting in front of him, each one stuffed with what he thinks are his partners favorite shirts and pants, brand new swim trunks, and what he hopes is enough underwear for four days.

Regulus goes through his mental checklist one more time. He takes his time wrapping up their toothbrushes and nestling Sirius’ hair products into the pockets of his bag. Then he’s sitting on the couch staring at them in silence, willing the feeling of forgetting something to go away.

He’s never been on a trip that wasn’t with his parents. Well, he’d hardly call them trips at all. More like business meetings disguised as vacations where Sirius and Regulus were left behind at the hotel to entertain themselves, or walk around the surrounding streets aimlessly with crisp hundred dollar bills their father would give them to do what they pleased with.

Sirius and Regulus have stayed in and gorged on room service while running up movies on their parents room bill. Once, they spent the day walking around New York and rating which pizza slice was the best. His favorite memory was when their family traveled to France. While their parents moved money from one foreign account to another, they stood under the Eiffel Tower and commented on how unremarkable it was.

Regulus fell asleep on Sirius’ shoulder while they rode the metro. When he woke up, Sirius’ pinky was hooked around his.

His reminiscing was halted with the rattling of the screen door. How he hadn’t heard James’ car pull up he doesn’t know.

“Oh, thank God.” He sighed when his boyfriend’s sunny smile lit up the trailer.

James chuckled as he closed the door behind him, stepping over the bags to plant a kiss on Regulus’ lips.

“Missed me that much?” He chided, tossing his keys onto the end table and throwing himself onto the couch.

“I was going crazy,” Regulus whined, winding himself under James’ arm. “Like what if my swim trunks don’t fit? I mean, we didn’t even try them on before we left the store!”

“I’m sure you can borrow someone else’s,”

“And, what if we get into an accident on the way there? Statistically, the longer we’re on the road the higher the chances of getting into an accident!”

“Remus is a more than capable driver,”

“Lake Michigan is known for having brain-eating bacteria! What if we get there and the beach is closed!?”

“Baby!” James drawled, grabbing Regulus’ face and bringing it to meet his eyes. Regulus’ lips smushed together in a ferocious little pout. “Baby…”

Regulus whimpered helplessly.

“Everything,” Smooch “Is going,” Smooch “To be okay.” Smooch.

“Are you sure?” The smaller boy slumped into his boyfriend.

“Yes, I’m sure. We’re going to go and have a great, relaxing, peaceful time. And, you’re not going to worry about anything else.”

“How can I not worry?” Regulus mumbled into his shoulder. “How do you guys just go on a trip without planning anything else?”

“The best trips, have no plans.” James smirked.

“How many rooms does your parent’s lake house have?”

“Are you worrying?” He grinned mockingly.

“Wondering,” Regulus insisted.

“Well, there’s my parents room, my room, the guest room, and a pull-out couch in the game room.” James listed off, “I’m guessing you’ll be trying each one out?” He wiggled his eyebrows, earning him a smack to the chest.

“Shut up, you freak. Everyone knows you want to watch.” He stuck his tongue in James’ ear.

Regulus tore himself from his obnoxiously warm and inviting boyfriend, starting a pot of coffee like clockwork as Remus should be home soon.

“If you’re offering.” James followed him into the kitchen, watching him as he leaned on the counter top.

“I knew it,” Regulus smiled to himself, pressing the start button and turning back to James. He tilted his head in contemplation.

His boyfriend, he thought, running a finger down his chest. James watched it with rapt attention, watched as that finger hooked itself under the waist band of his jeans.

His boyfriend was a great distraction from his pre-vacation jitters.

Regulus dropped to his knees.

“Jesus, baby.” James huffed above him.

“Are you complaining?” Regulus quirked an eyebrow, popping the button and undoing his fly.

“No! Not at all.” His hands flexed on the edge of the counter.

“Are you going to show me your old room, Jamie?” Regulus tugged his jeans down, running his hands over the soft cotton of his boxers stretched over his hips. Practically salivating at the bulge in front of him.

“I-It’s Spider-Man themed.” James said shakily.

“Course it is,” Regulus huffed over his clothed cock, teasing him with the idea of his mouth on the fabric. He kissed between his hipbones, traced the V of his hips, nibbled over his bones. “You think we both fit in your bed?”

“We’ll fit.” James assured, threading a hand into the curls at the crown of Regulus’ head and tugging back, losing his breath at the sight of Regulus’ gaze from the floor.

“What’re you going to do to me in that bed, big guy?” He ran his bottom lip side to side on his elastic waistband, tracing his index fingers over the seams of his underwear.

James hardened under his hot, humid breath. He twitched against his cheek with the dirty images flashing behind his eyes.

The grip in his hair tightened, pulling a breathy keen out of Regulus.

“I’m going to do whatever I want to you.”

At that, Regulus tore his boxers off and dove in tongue first, precome already salty on James tip. He moaned at the taste, reveled in the flex of James’ thighs under his hands. It was heaven, Regulus could die like this.

He sucked him down greedily with a nonoffending hand woven into his hair, lazily letting Regulus set the pace.

Regulus took him into his mouth fully, feeling him hit the back of his throat as he reached full hardness.

As much as he loves having James pin him to something and fuck him into oblivion, he thinks that blowjobs are their love language.

James babbles the sweetest things to him, his attention never leaving those wet baby blues and cherry bruise pout. Regulus worships him with his mouth, his tongue swirling around James tip everytime he pulls back.

They lose themselves in the lazy afternoon rendezvous. Letting the midday sun warm their skin and the packed bags be forgotten.

The coffee machine beeps, and right on time there’s an awfully loud truck pulling up in front of the trailer.

Regulus doesn’t stop his molasses slow worship, and James barely glances towards the door.

If his truck wasn’t so loud, Regulus would know Remus was home from the way various metallic things are thrown onto the dining table, the rustle of work boots being taken off, and the clink and drip of a coffee mug being filled.

Then, there’s a hand pushing him further down James’ cock.

“Hey,” Remus says roughly, his warmth radiating onto Regulus’ back.

“Hi,” James gasps as he squeezes past the back of Regulus’ throat.

“Enjoying ourselves?” Remus pulls him almost all the way off, before gagging him once more. His nose meeting the intoxicating musk of the skin between James hips.

Regulus has to breathe through his nose as he’s held down.

A moan squeezes out of James’ throat, his mouth falling open and eyes screwing shut as the tiny puffs of Regulus’ frantic breaths cool his heated skin.

Remus takes a sip of his coffee behind him, leisurely rolling it in his mouth before swallowing and pulling Regulus off entirely.

Regulus tipped his head back to look up at Remus, chest slightly heaving.

“Hi, baby.” Remus smiled down at him. “Excited for the trip?”

Regulus rested himself against Remus’ leg, “Nervous,” he breathed, eyelashes fluttering.

“I can tell,” And with that, he guided Regulus back onto James’ cock, getting him right back to it.

Regulus listened to them chat about the drive and what they’ll do once they got there from his spot, never ceasing on James. He worked diligently, happy to be of service while they talked over him, he relished in the grunts and moans that made it into their conversation when Regulus began to massage James’ sack in one hand.

He was at peace on his knees, taking his time with it, losing himself in his boyfriend.

Remus sounded distant all of a sudden, and he almost looked back when he heard him unzip and zip one of the bags.

Had he forgotten something? Had he overpacked? Suddenly, it didn’t matter as much as getting James off.

The screen door slammed.

“Care-ful,” Remus groused loudly.

That would be Sirius getting home.

“My bad, Moons.” His brother sighed, the sound of his boots being thrown off and his backpack hitting the floor following. “Prongs! Defiling my little brother in our kitchen!”

Regulus tried not to laugh with James’ dick down his throat.

“It was his idea, I swear.” James shrugged, driving his hips a little just to show off.

“Little slut,” Sirius was suddenly much closer behind him. Regulus could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He looked up at James who had his eyes trained on the approaching Sirius, then he felt James’ hand being batted away and his brothers’ long fingers cruelly twisting into his hair.

He watched from below as Sirius pressed his mouth to James’, tongues immediately rolling over each other like old friends catching up.

Regulus whimpered at being left out, Sirius remedied this by making a toy out of his mouth. He manuevered him rapidly on and off James, Regulus’ choking going ignored.

They kissed fiercely over him, James aiding the cause by fucking into his face in time with Sirius.

It was all over when his older brother hiked up James’ shirt and dove straight for his hardened dark nipples. James lit up, bucking into his mouth and letting his mouth drop open in praise, hands scrabbling to get a grip on each brother.

Sirius kept thumbing at his nipples while he pulled back, shooting Regulus a glance for the first time since taking over. He winked and pulled Regulus off of James, leaving him panting for air.

Regulus got the message, making sure James was watching when he started jerking him off in earnest over his face. Not a few strokes later and a lolling out of his tongue was James nearly folding over himself as he painted Regulus’ face pearly white.

Sirius used his free hand to stroke two fingers over his tongue, rubbing the taste onto his tongue and gagging his little brother until his eyelashes were fluttering.

James went through about every cuss word in the book watching it all unfold. The brothers taking turns sharing the taste of James on Sirius’ fingers, consuming him and his attention until Regulus was all cleaned up, and Sirius, satisfied in his meddling.

James was left gasping against the counter while Sirius helped Regulus up, knees sore and face sticky. He spun in his brothers arms, throwing his own arms around his neck and dragging him into a salty kiss.

“He’s mine now.” Sirius poked over Regulus’ shoulder at James. His boyfriend laughed breathlessly as he tucked himself away, scrubbing his hands over his face like he was willing the feeling back into it.

Regulus kept kissing his brother anywhere his lips would reach, following blindly as they stumbled back in one entangled pair to the sink, where Sirius wet a paper towel and wiped his little brothers face.

Regulus squirmed and whined like a reluctant cat.

“We ready to go?” Sirius said over Regulus’ head.

“Was waiting on you guys, actually.” Remus added, reaching behind the pair to drop his now empty mug in the sink. Remus pulled the brothers in, a hand resting on each of their behinds. “You know, I haven’t gotten one kiss all day.”

Naturally, this triggered a frenzy of kisses and cooing from the Black brothers.

“Poor Moony! Aw, come here! Poor Daddy!”

Once Remus had a satisfied dopey grin on his face, it was determined they were ready to go, with no less praise for Regulus who had so bravely packed for them in their absence.

They loaded up in Remus’ truck, Sirius taking shotgun while James and Regulus practically shared a seat in the back. Remus held his phone over his shoulder for Regulus to grab and put in Barty’s address.

Sirius naturally dictated the music for the ride. James and Regulus squeezed in against the door to make room for Barty and Evan, who were waiting outside with their backpacks ready to go.

Regulus had half of his body on James’ lap for majority of the ride, which James had no complains about. He seemed to be entertaining himself with writing things on Regulus’ lower back, which Regulus would pause in conversation periodically to translate.

“Was that ‘I love you’?” Regulus smiled over his shoulder at James who was looking out the window distractedly. James met Regulus’ eyes and nodded with a shy smile.

“I love you too,” Regulus murmured just for him under the loud debate Sirius and Barty were having and the music playing. He pulled him into a kiss over his shoulder, which they smiled into sweetly.

James kept writing, Regulus kept guessing, shivering whenever it tickled.

Princess.

Baby.

Reggie.

Brat.

“Okay, this one’s a sentence.”

You-lost-the-game.

“Oh, fuck you!” A smack on James’ shoulder. “You know what? You all just lost the game.” Regulus declared loudly.

The car groaned in unison.

James’ laugh against the side of his neck made Regulus soar. He leaned back against his chest and cradled his head while they laughed, reveling in their reckoning.

 

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Remus made a quick stop once it got dark, everyone had dozed off at some point and he’d been left alone with Sirius’ playlist looping for a while now. He had an hour left to drive, and Sirius’ hand had gone limp in his on the center console. Remus never stopped rubbing circles over his knuckles.

He pulled into the first gas station he saw, turning the engine off under the flourescent lights and leaving the door open as to not wake anybody up.

There wasn’t a soul around the backroad stop. Even the gas station attendant seemed to be asleep inside.

He let the gas run into his tank and walked a fair distance away from the pumps before lighting a cigarette, welcoming the burn after a few hours of abstaining.

Almost a minute into his smoke break he heard the passenger door squeak open, and out came Sirius, sleepily stretching next to the truck. He chuckled as he watched his boyfriend stumble and scratch his stomach.

Sirius looked around for him, seemingly following his nose until he picked up smoke, and there he found Remus.

“How much longer?” He tried his best not to whine.

Remus handed his cigarette over and squeezed his hip. “Another hour, pretty boy.” He said gently, brushing the hair off of Sirius’ face, his eyes drooped at the caressing.

“Oh, not so bad.” Sirius yawned.

“Well, you’ve been asleep most of the ride, ‘course it ain’t been bad.”

“You want me to drive?” Sirius offered, placing his hand over the one on his hip.

“Nah, I’ve got it.” Remus smiled at the idea of a sleepy Sirius behind the wheel just if it meant he got a break.

“You’re the best.” Sirius fell into his chest, clearly relieved that Remus hadn’t taken him up on the offer. He waved the cigarette back up to Remus.

“Yeah, yeah.” He sighed, swaying them sweetly in the middle of nowhere.

 

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James drifted back into consciousness at a familiar twist and incline in the road, the way he would when he was child. His eyes unseeing for a moment as he woke back up.

“Oh, fuck.” He muttered to himself as Remus pulled up to the gates of the lake house. He dug in his pocket for the key and waited for Remus to come to a stop in front of it.

“You got it?” Remus asked past the head rest.

He hummed his affirmation and slid out from under Regulus gently, waking him up in the process. His heart clenched at the confused little whine that left his boyfriend as he shut the truck door behind him.

James jogged over to the gate and undid the padlock holding it closed, swinging it open for Remus to drive through. He signaled for him to keep going while he locked it back. Reaching the truck again just in time to help Regulus out.

He slung both of their bags over his shoulders and led everyone to the door, their sleepiness wearing off the more they came to anticipate getting inside.

Once he got the door open, he flicked the lights on. Blinding himself and everyone else a little in the process.

The cabin style house was quiet and still in the night. Everything was just like he remembered it. The worn leather couch that sunk plushly in the middle, the open kitchen and barstools at the breakfast bar, all of his mothers knick-knacks over the fireplace. That taxidermy stag that always freaked him out.

Still freaks him out.

The air was still and warm from the A/C having not been turned on since they’d last been here. He went straight to it to get the house cool and breathing again. His friends and lovers alike strolled through the living room in various moods.

“Shower and bed, now.” Barty rubbed at his eyes. Evan behind, pushing him past the threshold.

“I call your parents room!” Sirius threw his hand in the air, the other hand tugging Remus along. Sirius already knew where he was going, disappearing down the dark hallway to the only room with a California king bed.

“Barty and Evan, you guys have the room upstairs, there should be towels already in the bathroom next to it.” James went into host-mode.

Evan dragged his half-asleep boyfriend up the stairs, shooting James a polite thanks and goodnight from the top.

James’ eyes landed on Regulus, who was bent at the waist, looking at one of the pictures on the gallery wall.

He walked up behind him, getting a look at what was so intriguing.

It was a photo of a younger Sirius and James, both struggling to hold onto the biggest fish they’d ever caught. Their smiles barely fit on their faces, their knees were bandaged.

He slid his hand up Regulus’ back, startling him a bit.

“You were such a cute kid.” Regulus commented, something twinkly in his eye.

“Yeah? Is that when you fell for me? Was it the retainer or the superhero shirts?” James chuckled, resting his hand on the back of Regulus’ neck.

“No, not quite. I know when I fell for you.” Regulus straightened, coming eye level with James’ eighth grade graduation picture where he had shot the camera an ironic smoulder. Regulus giggled quietly. “It was the first, and one of the only times you came over to our house.”

“I hated going over to your house, no offense. It’s like a hos-”

“Hospital.” Regulus finished for him.

“Yeah,”

“But, you came over. And, you taught me how to play Pokémon.” Regulus smiled, bringing his fingers to touch his lips.

“Really?” James smiled, pulling him against himself, wrapping his arms around Regulus’ waist. “I still have my cards upstairs.”

Regulus turned in his arms, the widest smile on his face. He craddled James’ face, watching as he nuzzled into them like a sated puppy.

“Play with me before we leave?” Regulus nearly whispered.

“I’m not going to let you win,” James nosed the side of his face, backing him up against the wall.

“I wasn’t asking you to.” Regulus said against his lips before they met in an innocent kiss.

James breathed his boyfriend in for a moment, letting the kiss end naturally.

“Let’s get to bed, beautiful.” He rubbed Regulus’ sides soothingly.

“Okay,” Regulus smiled so pretty.

His heart was in his fucking throat. Regulus owned it. He was pulling it out of him, into his hands where it belonged.

James had been deep inside this boy, held him while he cried, seen him grow up. But he’s never loved him more than this moment. At the door of his childhood home, talking about Pokémon.

His gentle smile and wide eyes looking up at him, his flushed cheeks from a sweet kiss, his hands cradling his face.

He would do anything for Regulus. He knew it in that moment.

“You okay?” Regulus tilted his head, eyebrows pinching slightly in concern.

“Yeah, I just love you.” He said quietly.

“I love you more, James.” Regulus looked into his eyes as he said it. James believed the memory will forever be burned into his mind. Regulus got on his toes to kiss his cheek. “Take me to your room, my love.”

James untangled himself from Regulus, taking his hands and hiking their bags back over his shoulders. His old room was exactly as he left it, except the cleaning people his parents had hired had placed fresh sheets on the bed. He wondered what they did with his Spider-Man duvet set.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding.” Regulus giggled, sitting down on the bed and looking around in amusement.

“Why would I be?” James grinned, setting their bags down next to Regulus and pulling fresh clothes out. Regulus got to doing the same.

It was unspoken that they were going to shower together. It wasn’t something they needed to agree upon.

Regulus followed James into the en-suite bathroom, laughing loudly in the otherwise silent house when he flicked in the lights.

“The bathroom too?!”

 

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Barty and Evan were quite literally glued together. Evan’s shirtless chest to Barty’s shirtless back had melded into one overnight with the warmth and sweat on skin to skin contact.

It was their tried and true sleeping position. Spooning with each of their arms under their pillows, Evan’s nose in Barty’s hair and Barty’s free arm over Evan’s on his waist.

They’ve spent more hours like that than most couples have spent on dates. They fall asleep just talking like that every night they’re together. Their legs tangle together in one mess of boy and hair.

Evan comes to first, barely, but he’s pretty sure he heard the guest room door open. Sure enough, a shadow that looks suspiciously like his twink best friend rounds the foot of their bed.

“Wake up,” Regulus whispers in his ear.

Evan makes no move, keeps his eyes closed lightly, feigning sleep.

“I know you’re up, Rosier.” He says more seriously.

Evan groans, turning slightly towards him and rolling his head on the pillow.

“The sun isn’t out yet.” He says bluntly.

“I know, but we’re going on an adventure.” Regulus keeps whispering.

“Where are we going?” Barty stirs in his arms, stretching out against him.

“Good, now you’re both up.” Regulus says seriously before lifting the sheet and crawling in behind Evan. “There’s a grocery store two blocks away, and we’re going to make breakfast.”

“Why would we do that?” Barty moans, rolling towards Evan and talking over his shoulder at Regulus.

“Because, there’s no food here, and I want to do something nice.”

Evan snorts, “You? Do something nice?”

Regulus scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest and the duvet. “I’m very nice,”

“Why the sudden interest in Martha Stewart-ing it up?” Barty prods, digging his nose into Evan’s collar bone.

“He wants to play house,” Evan mumbles into Barty’s hair before pretending to go back to sleep. Regulus kicks him under the sheets.

“Can I be the dog?” Barty asks.

“Okay? And what?” Regulus concedes, “Are you in or not?”

“Do we have to cook or can we just watch?” Barty starts sitting up.

Evan already knew they’d do anything their love-struck best friend asked them to, not without a bit of teasing first.

“Just sit there and look pretty,” Regulus declares.

“I can do that.” Evan decides and starts getting up along with Barty.

“Do you guys always sleep naked?” Regulus stays in their bed, fully clothed, and nestles further into their warm spot while they get dressed.

“Yes,” They both answer.

“I sleep shirtless,” Regulus adds for no other reason but to keep the conversation going lest they fall back asleep.

“You know Evan’s never seen tits?” Barty grins while he pulls on a hoodie.

“That’s a lie.” Evan says, poking out from the bathroom with a mouth full of toothpaste.

“How have you been a model and never seen tits?” Regulus says, staring at the roof and picking at his curls.

“That’s what I said!” Barty makes his hands into blades.

“I’ve seen tits before!” Evan says, pausing to spit.

“Like, models are always changing in front of each other, so one would think he’s seen tits.” Barty continues.

“I was a catalog model, not backstage at runway shows.” Evan wiped his mouth. “I know what tits look like!”

“Porn doesn’t count.” Barty shot, tying up his boots.

“Okay, fine.” He huffed, stepping over Barty to his clothes.

“Family doesn’t count either.” Regulus added.

“Look who’s fucking talking!” Evan nearly shouted. “Okay, fine! I’ve never seen tits before then!”

“Can we stop saying tits, it doesn’t sound like a real word anymore.” Regulus sits up to lean on his elbow.

“Bazoongas,” Barty offered holding his hands out as if pitching a brand.

“Absolutely not, none of that.” Regulus scolded him like a dog, pointing his finger menacingly at him. Barty shrunk, going back to his laces. “It’s okay, Evan. You’re a gold star gay, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. Sirius has never been with a girl. At least, I think so.”

“I’m sure ti– boobs, are great. Just never seen the appeal.”

“I love titties…”

“Bartemius! Please!” Regulus hissed, “My partners all like my–” Regulus struggled for a moment, “Chest. Which kinda made me like it, I barely wear a binder anymore.” Regulus crawled out of the bed when both boys stood up, signaling they were ready.

They creeped out of the house and hoped nobody would wake up to find them missing. The sun was barely turning the sky a light blue on the horizon. The morning was still and quiet, cool dew hanging in the air.

The neighborhood was lined with abandoned summer homes, decommissioned for the coming autumn and back to school season. Gravel and asphalt crunched under their feet as they walked down the road towards the small city center.

“I mean, fundamentally I think all breasts are great breasts. You know with how open you are you’d think you would’ve at least had one good–” Barty thought about it, “Booby experience.”

“Really?” Regulus scoffed, all of them bumping shoulders as they made a slight downhill walk.

“Okay! What do your boyfriends call them?” Barty stopped walking, stumbling on the incline.

“They call them…” Regulus seems to think hard, rounding to face the two other boys. “Okay, they get to call them my tits because it’s hot and degrading in the moment. But, when you say it, it’s not degrading in the hot way!”

“Why! I think your tits are great!” Barty pleaded.

“You’ve never seen my tits!” Regulus shot back.

Barty nearly pulled his hair out, Evan watched them go back and forth like he’d so often had. “Okay! Then, show me your tits!”

Regulus’ face went flat, he looked to the left then to the right. He planted his feet and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, lifting it clean to his chin. Zero emotion on his face.

Right there in the middle of the street.

Barty and Evan’s jaws hit the floor.

He dropped his shirt, concealing his chest once again. “So, what’s the verdict?” He cocked a hip.

You could hear the birds chirping and the bugs crawling in the trees, it was just that quiet.

“Those are some great fucking tits.” Evan declared.

Barty pushed him roughly off balance, “How the fuck would you know?”

 

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The smell of bacon could wake Remus up from the dead.

Growing up on a farm where every morning his Mama would put out a platter of crispy bacon and scrambled eggs with thick cut slices of homemade sourdough, breakfast was something sacred. It was the fuel needed to start the grueling workday.

That, and the coffee Remus has been drinking since he was probably too young to be having caffeine.

So, when he woke up to the smell of bacon he himself hadn’t cooked, he was sure he was still dreaming. The wood paneling around him didn’t help in the blending of reality and fuzzy visions of his childhood home.

Except in this reality, Sirius was running a hand through his hair and welcoming him gently into lucidity. Those cool rose petal soft kisses against his chest.

His hand subconsciously wrapped itself around his waist, making Sirius hum.

“Good morning, handsome.” He muttered into another kiss.

Remus groaned, wrapping Sirius up further against him. “Is someone cooking or did I dream that?”

“You said ‘bacon’ in your sleep,” Sirius snickered.

“Did not,” Remus nearly whined, not opening his eyes when Sirius dragged his face to meet his.

“Did to.” He said smugly, “Regulus has been cooking all morning.”

Remus opened one eye.

“Our Regulus?”

“Mhm,” Sirius hummed again sweetly.

“Regulus doesn’t do breakfast.” He has to force him to eat anything at all before three in the afternoon.

“Really? Because he just finished making pancakes.” His lovely, warm, boyfriend kept petting him like a big dog. Pecking kisses over the bridge of his nose.

Remus tilted his chin up and caught his lips in one of the kisses before throwing the sheets off himself.

“I’ve gotta’ see this.” He said, pulling his previously discarded pajama pants on and walking out of the room, Sirius following closely with excitement.

He rounded the corner just as Regulus was setting the last plate down, slapping himself in the face for not catching him over the stove.

“Nice of you to finally join us!” Barty greeted him from his spot on one of the stools next to Evan.

James was standing in a far corner of the kitchen, holding a front row seat.

Remus walked over to inspect the array of plates on the table; bacon, pancakes (plain and chocolate chip), toast, eggs, fried up potatoes, and probably the best looking biscuits he’d ever seen.

He didn’t say a word to anybody else in the room. Just walked up to Regulus, who was still holding a spatula in his hand, and kissed him like a pastor had just declared them wed.

Regulus melted in his arms, the most delicious whimper leaving his mouth. Remus ate it right up.

“Touching, can we eat now?” Evan drawled before the room burst into laughter as Regulus shot him the middle finger.

“C’mon! We already had to stop James from bending him over the counter.” Barty whined.

Remus broke the kiss breathlessly. “You’re so getting rewarded for this.” He said.

James laughed as he pulled out the plates and cutlery, “I guess food really is the way to a man’s heart.”

He let go a Regulus with a little tap on his behind, which earned him a heated look over the boys shoulder as he crossed the kitchen to the sink.

His eyes went back to the food as everyone loaded up their plates, Sirius making one for himself and Regulus. Remus resided on the far end of the bar, focused solely on his plate, determined to show Regulus how thankful he was by not leaving a crumb.

Conversation went on around him about what to do today. James checked the weather and determined that there wouldn’t be a better day for a beach day, as it was going to rain tommorow. And like that it was decided.

Remus watched Sirius feed himself and Regulus off of the same plate while Regulus sat up on the counter, looking rather proud of himself.

As if they could feel his eyes on them, the pair looked back, sporting matching smiles. Remus winked at them, lifting the bit of chocolate chip pancake skewered on his fork in cheers.

Sirius tore a piece of bacon into a bite sized piece, holding it up for Regulus, who held Remus’ gaze as he wrapped his lips needlessly around Sirius’ grease shined fingers.

“Okay, no food-play at the dining table.” Barty’s voice came back to the surface.

Regulus tried not to choke on what he was chewing.

“Why not? The dining table is the perfect place for food-play!” Sirius insisted, feeding himself a piece.

“Barty, why don’t you erotically feed me bacon?” Evan pouted.

“Because, I’ll lose a digit.”

“Moony, why should they have all the fun?” James dramatically turned to Remus.

“You’re right, Prongs.” Remus said through a mouthful, “Come here, you sexy beast.” He said huskily.

Evan and Barty watched–the way they’d watch a fatal car crash–as Remus baby-birded half chewed pancake into James open mouth.

They screamed in horror, Barty falling off his chair and covering his eyes. Evan throwing his cutlery onto his plate and fully facing the nearest wall.

“This is why you all got fucking banned from graduation!” Barty screeched from the floor where he has curled into a ball.

James chewed while laughing maniacally, Remus failed at holding his laughter in, ducking his head into his plate.

“You must commit to the bit!” James slammed his hand onto the table, proudly swallowing.

Even Regulus and Sirius shuddered.

“Our boyfriends, by the way.” Regulus scoffed.

“Yours was the one that swallowed, what does that say about you?”

“You would’ve done the same! You’re one of them.”

“Would you baby-bird me?”

“Yeah, come here.” Regulus bit off another piece and grabbed Sirius’ cheeks roughly.

“No!” Evan screamed into his arms.

 

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He doesn’t know why he was worried, the swim trunks fit just fine. With one of Sirius’ T-shirts thrown on, he was ready to hit the beach.

Everyone else was swimming in a minor food-coma, which he was rather smug about. James and Sirius made it five minutes laying on James’ bed–watching him get changed–before they were dozed off with their heads bowed towards each other.

Regulus chuckled at them and padded down the hall to bother his other boyfriend, planning on getting his opinion on his beach outfit.

He pushed the door open to find Remus sprawled out on the huge bed, a book he knew he kept in his truck in front of his face. Remus was in his swim trunks and nothing else, the two of them seemingly the only ones ready to get the day started.

Regulus stood at the end of the bed and held his arms out. “So?”

He let the book flop onto his stomach, his eyebrows raising.

“You’re looking cute.” He commented.

“Thanks, I had to cut the lining out of the shorts.” Regulus rolled his eyes as he crawled onto the bed.

“Welcome to boy problems.” Remus chuckled, sitting up as the boy planted himself on his heels at his side.

“I think I knocked everyone out.” Regulus pouted.

“I’m fighting it myself, baby.” Remus admitted, squeezing one of Regulus’ thighs. “Hey, I bought you something.”

Regulus perked up where he sat, “Really?”

“Mhm, wait here.” Remus rolled off the bed, going straight for his bag and digging into the bottom. Regulus wiggled on his heels, hearing Remus walk up behind him. “Arms up,” he ordered.

Regulus threw his arms up obediently, closing his eyes in anticipation.

Remus pulled his shirt off, making him giggle at the exposure, then he was having his arms guided into the arm holes of some silky knit material. His head was squeezed through another hole, then cool fabric was sheathing his torso entirely.

His boyfriend patted his side in signal to ‘go look’, he climbed off the bed and went to the full length mirror behind the door.

“I love it!” He decided immediately, turning side to side.

Remus had put him in a tight, black long-sleeve rashgaurd, matching his swim trunks perfectly. The material was a compressing scuba knit, and the stitching was white. It had a bit of a turtle neck collar, protecting him fully from the sun. The chest had a cool tribal pattern across it.

“Didn’t want you to burn.” Remus came up behind him, grabbing his waist.

Regulus stuck his thumbs through the holes on the wrist, making paws at Remus through the mirror. He smiled and pulled his chin to the side, catching his lips in a sweet kiss over his shoulder.

“What do you say?” Remus murmured against them when he pulled away.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Regulus said with a blush.

“You’re welcome, my angel.” He smiled.

Regulus loved how Remus needed to crouch to get to his level, and he greedily wrapped a hand behind his head to pull him further down into a kiss.

Remus responded by deepening it, before turning Regulus roughly by his hips and hiking his legs around his waist.

He giggled into his mouth as the angle changed, tilting his head down to keep their lips locked while he sat up on Remus. He was dropped onto the bed with an ‘oof’, not having a moment to catch his breath before he was caged in again.

“You like it that much?” Regulus teased, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

“Uh-huh,” Remus nodded against him.

Regulus smiled against his lips before driving his hips up against Remus’, feeling him hanging half-filled out in his shorts.

“Give it to me,” Regulus grabbed at his back, digging his nails into Remus. “Real quick? I’ll be so quiet.”

“Don’t wanna’ fuck you,” The man over him gasped, moving to his neck before pulling the shirt he’d so lovingly placed on Regulus right back up. “Wanna’ suck your dick. God, I love your tits–” He cut himself off, wrapping his lips around nearly all of the fat on one side, swirling his tongue around Regulus’ perky baby-pink nipple.

Regulus couldn’t help himself, “That’s what Evan and Barty said this morning.” He giggled mischievously.

Remus bit him lightly, making him jump. “They’d be damn stupid not to.” He moved to the next one.

He was getting impatient, and wet, he bucked his hips uselessly, trying to tug his waistband down under Remus’ weight.

“Daddy, come on…” He whined, tugging at Remus’ hair.

“Alright, alright.” Remus hooked his fingers under the waistband and pulled, Regulus aiding him by lifting his hips and kicking them off his ankles.

He spread his legs desperately, running a hand over himself feeling his wet he’d gotten in so little time. Remus watches like a rabid animal in a cage while he rubbed quick circles around his clit.

Eventually, Remus gives in. He lays with a leg bent up, sliding his hands around Regulus’ thighs to grab his hips and tug him less than an inch from his mouth.

Regulus can feel his breath on his folds, he just wants Remus to consume him.

We wiggles his hips temptingly, and suddenly his boyfriend is parting his folds with his tongue and sucking his clit into his mouth expertly.

The air escapes his lungs all at once, and he gasps it back in when his tongue starts to draw flat wide circles over his clit between sucking on it.

He thinks sometimes Remus gets lost down there, not in a bad way of course. Remus tends to savour every second he spends with his mouth between Regulus’ legs, leading up to practically hours of accidental edging sessions.

God forbid Remus smokes, he’ll write an entire novel using his tongue before he lets Regulus come.

But today, he’s all business, Regulus can tell.

He’s sucking him off like his hard clit is a dick worth sucking, moving his head accordingly and using the V of his fingers to push anything extra out of the way. It’s so over-sensitizing Regulus has to stop himself from squirming away.

Regulus knows he’s going to come quick, he’s been worked up since Remus kissed him this morning. Now, Remus is going to work like he’s about to be evicted.

He’s being quiet like he promised, biting his lip hard, and giving no auditory indication of his building pleasure. In contrast, his legs are hitched up in the air and his heels are digging into Remus’ back. He had fistfuls of straw colored hair, holding him just where he wanted him.

Regulus gasped quietly, clenching his teeth instead of throwing his head back and moaning loud enough to wake the whole house.

“Rem,” Regulus whispered, frantically tapping his shoulder.

“Yeah?” He surfaced, his face obscenely slick.

“Let me ride your face.” He begged, hips bucking up temptingly in his face.

Remus licked his lips, “Baby, for those biscuits you can smother me for all I care.”

Regulus giggled as he kneeled up, watching Remus settle himself under him. “They came out of a can, you idiot.” He smiled down at his boyfriend.

“Oh, you’re blasphemous.” He groaned before pulling Regulus down on this face.

“Holy fu–” Regulus bit his hand, positioning himself right onto his tongue. Regulus started riding it like his name was branded into the saddle.

Remus groaned beneath him, breathing hard into his cunt when Regulus braces himself with his biceps, deciding to drag Remus’ hands under his new gift. Remus heard him loud and clearly, roughly grabbing a small mound in each hand, making Regulus arch back.

Like a well-learned student, Remus started to feel him pulse on his tongue, felt him tense before he even knew it. He popped off for long enough to rush out the words “Go ahead, baby.”

Regulus had a few more drags of his clit on Remus’ tongue left in him before he was chanting “Fuck, fuck, fuck–” under his breath, his hands over Remus’ as they brutally massaged his chest, and before he could get the forth curse word out he was bearing down on his heavenly boyfriends’ face and choking down what would have been wall rattling moans.

Remus ate him out diligently through it all. Running his tongue from front to back to inside of him, until Regulus was just hovering over his face.

The boy collapsed into the bed next to him, both of them so worn out and worked up that they didn’t even seek each other’s bodies out.

Regulus’ legs were thrown over his chest, Remus’ arms flopped over his soiled and bruised thighs. Both of them shaking with the exertion and just willing their breaths to return to their bodies.

It was like coming back into conciousness after blacking out.

There was a very real possibility of both of them passing out if it wasn’t for Sirius and James walking in, shyly asking when they were all heading to beach.

Nobody mentioned the two best friends’ inordinately dark hickeys on their bare chests, or the fresh flush of two boys who definitely didn’t just frot in James’ childhood bed like an old fulfilled fantasy.

Notes:

Lmao I got cheated on by the guy I was planning to be married to and moved in with by October. So I need the fluff of this chapter and the next to remember what healthy relationships look like.

He left me for the barracks bunny he knew less than a few months. Mind you I loved this boy for a decade, saw him through everything, danced with him at my quinceñera. We went from being kids to me watching him graduate from the Navy.

But I guess giving your all to someone means fuck all.

I hope his fucking dick itches.

I’ve cursed his first daughter to go through what I went through.

I hope he enjoys his generational curses.

Fun Fact: I found out by him blocking me on everything from one hour to the next after him being totally normal to me after looking me in my eyes three days earlier and telling me he was ready to marry me. I had to call him mom and barracks room mate to get him on the phone. I burnt every letter he sent me while he was in bootcamp promising he wouldn’t propose straight out of bootcamp but it would be hard because he was just that eager to marry me. Clearly not.

Chapter 24: Beach Episode Part 2

Summary:

To be loved is to be seen.

Regulus got to ride shotgun to the beach, which Remus thinks was partially influenced by Sirius and James wanting to be as close as possible after their morning roll in bed.

They seemed to have regressed into their childhood antics in their own way. Different from how Regulus would regress. Sirius and James just seemed to glow being back where they made some of their purest memories as boys. Remus kept checking on how Regulus felt, worrying that he felt left out in some way. Maybe, he had built up resentment because he never got to spend a week or two with James and his family during school-age summers. Remus himself never did, but he simply wasn’t a beach person.

Thankfully, it didn’t seem to bother his little lover one bit, who had his legs pulled up onto the passenger seat and was kindly queuing up song requests from those riding in the back. He had the faintest smile on his face, wearing Remus’ work sunglasses because the sun made him squinty.

Remus was lost in his thoughts for most of the drive to the beach, casting his eyes to his passenger and reaching one hand over to rest on Regulus’ knee, stroking the warm skin and grown out hairs. Regulus placed his own hand over it and squeezed as they shared a private moment. Remus couldn’t help but smile, thinking Regulus just looked so cute with those big glasses shielding his bright eyes.

He had been toiling with an idea.

A feeling, you could say.

You see, Regulus had been wound up tight recently. His first semester of college ending, balancing his friends and his lovers, his birthday that’d just passed, going on his first ‘big boy’ vacation. It seemed to weigh on him, and eat up his schedule. Remus had hardly seen him do so much as color recently, Regulus only having a bit of time before bed to do a page or two. He still carried one of his toys with him every day, Remus knew this because he’d find the one he’d switch out thrown on table or counter when he’d get home before him. Like his baby was leaving in such a rush these days he couldn’t return the toy back to the box with thier counterparts. Of course, Cat never left their bed, he’d become an inhabitant of the trailer as much as they were.

Cat seemed to be one of Regulus’ only reliefs recently. To make matters worse, they’d lost Regulus’ most recent pacifier and they’d all been too busy to order a new one from the special company that sent James the original adult-sized one.

All this to say, Remus had decided he needed to drop Regulus, and he was as nervous as he was excited to see how he would receive it. He knew he’d have to ease him into it again. Softening him up with his mouth that morning was frankly unplanned he’ll admit, but it left Regulus with such a sweet afterglow he’d say it was part of his plan after all.

While Sirius and James became their own kind of clingy–shoving and racing their way to the water–, Regulus had taken to holding Remus’ hand and staying behind to help him pitch their canopy and drag beach chairs over to their temporary camp.

They’d managed to make quite a bit of shade, which was good for Regulus who was already cursing the Sun like it was his mortal enemy as he sat on the cooler James had packed with great care.

“They’re going to kill each other out there.” Regulus said flatly with a hand shading his eyes, Remus lifted his head to see Barty on Evan’s shoulders and Sirius on James’. Sirius lunged at Barty with open hands, going straight for his head.

Remus laughed, tearing his eyes away from the display to look at Regulus who looked out onto the water with an adorable scrunch in his nose. “You’re not going in?”

“With those maniacs? No, thank you.” He raised his chin. “Are you?”

“Nah, lake water is always freezing. I think I’d like a real beach better.”

“We should go to the ocean someday.” Regulus tilted his head, following Remus as he threw himself onto one of the lounge chairs and started to dig through his bag.

“Already planning our next trip?” Remus shot him a look.

“Yeah, this one didn’t work out too bad.” His angel smiled at him.

“Come here, baby.” Remus beckoned, squirting a dollop of sunscreen onto his fingers. Regulus walked over and waited for Remus to spread his legs for him to sit between, getting onto his knees and tilting his face up expectantly, closing his eyes.

Remus swiped sunscreen on his cheeks, nose, and forehead, holding his face and using his thumbs to rub it in until only the faintest, sweetest white cast remained. Regulus’ sun flushed cheeks still showed through. He grabbed his exposed hands and rubbed some in too before motioning for Regulus to give him his legs.

“I’ve got some more surprises for you.” Remus broke their comfortable silence, transitioning into just massaging Regulus more than spreading the sunscreen.

“Is it still my birthday?” He smirked, shaking his shoulders.

“No, nothing like that, I just think you deserve to have a day.” Remus started, making Regulus giggle as he pulled on one of his toes, making it pop.

“A day?” He questioned.

“Yes, a day. Where you don’t have to worry about anything but having fun.” Remus propositioned, placing Regulus’ legs over his lap and tugging him in, kissing the inside of Regulus’ arms as they came to wrap around his neck.

Regulus chewed his lip, “Okay, how do I do that?”

“You only have one job.” Remus looked into his eyes, becoming very serious.

“What’s that?” Regulus implored, equally intrigued and serious now.

Remus reached past him and into his open bag, holding up a bright colored sand pail and shovel set, the price tags still on.

“You’re going to make a sandcastle.” He revealed.

“A sandcastle?” Regulus repeated, looking hesitantly at the bright green and blue tools.

“Can you do it?” Remus asked of his youngest boyfriend.

“I mean, yes, but why–”

“Can you do it?” Remus repeated himself, feeling a bit bad for cutting him off, but sure in his methods.

Regulus contemplated the children’s toys in his boyfriend’s hand. He pouted for a second before rolling his eyes and huffing.

“Fine, I’ll have fun and build a sandcastle.” He snarked, giving another dramatic sigh as he got up and snatched the bucket and shovel. He half stomped and half sashayed towards to water, coming back with his first pail of packed wet sand, and shooting Remus the most venomous little glare as he flipped the bucket and created the first cylindrical block of his castle.

Remus smiled approvingly, reaching into his bag of tricks again and pulling out a book, he dropped his seat back and cracked it open to the first page.

 

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By the time Remus had finished the second chapter, Regulus was carving little windows into his castle with his thumb.

The boy was on his knees, hyper-focused on perfecting the structure which had grown three times the size of the original first tower. Remus watched on lovingly, Regulus lost in his own little world.

“How’s it goin’?” Remus asked, startling him slightly.

“Good,” Regulus chimed. Only one word and Remus could hear he had slipped. It was all going according to plan.

“What are those you’re adding, baby?” He scooted down his seat, close enough to reach out to Regulus and run a hand down his back. Regulus leant back into the touch as it circled up to rest on the back of his neck.

“This is Barty and Evan’s room,” Regulus pointed a sandy finger to a set of windows. “This is where James and Siri go when they’re bad, they have bunk beds.” Remus chuckled, letting Regulus go on distractedly as he rifled blindly through his bag once more, he hummed to show he was listening. “This is our library,” He pointed to the highest room in the tower farthest from them, getting up on his knees a bit. “And, this is all of our’s room, it has a big bed.”

“It’s coming along great.” Remus praised, making Regulus hum and give a happy wiggle. “I think you’re missing something though.”

“What?” His angel whipped his head around, a very serious look on his face as he clung onto Remus’ words.

“Well, every good castle has a moat around it. You know, for protection?”

Regulus nodded, looking back at his castle as if to visualize how he’d go about it.

“And, maybe some magical creature lives in the moat, too.” Remus added, reaching down and nestling a small plastic toy in the sand right outside the castle doors.

Regulus’ eyes lit up with recognition, he turned back and positively beamed at Remus, a silent happy huff leaving him like a laugh.

Remus continued, picking one toy at a time out of the palm of his hand and lining them up one after the other. “But he’ll want some friends, ‘cause I’m sure it’d get lonely.”

His baby’s smile grew wider with every friend he added, his hands flexing and relaxing on his thighs, not even sure where to start or how to contain his excitement. Remus watched his face the whole time, feeling his heart grow a size too big for his body.

Each one of Regulus’ toys were lined up, cradled gently in the sand. Regulus took stock of them before kneeling up and wrapping his arms around Remus’ neck, squeezing harder than he’d ever before. Remus gripped his waist and pressed a long kiss to his temple.

“Go on,” He patted Regulus’ behind encouragingly. “Don’t let me keep you from playing.”

“Okay,” He heard Regulus murmur before he pulled back. He was worried he saw a watery look in those pretty eyes, but neither of them mentioned it as a very wet Sirius and James approached, Barty and Evan trailed behind, hands interlinked.

Literally the first thing Sirius did was shake his hair out while standing directly over Regulus, showering the otherwise peaceful boy in chilly droplets.

“Siri!” Regulus whined, landing a nasty smack to his older brother’s shin, sending him toppling.

“Serves you right.” Remus drawled from behind his book, settling back into his seat, ignoring Sirius rolling around in the sand and holding his leg.

James crouched across from Regulus, the sandcastle between them. He examined it like a thing of wonder before doing the same to his boyfriend, who had now switched to pouting. “You did this all by yourself?” James cooed, smiling with his teeth when Regulus offered nothing but a stiff little nod, his cheeks catching the sun. “Can I help?”

Regulus seemed to hesitate, pausing his digging around the castle and twisting his shovel in both hands.

“He’s building a moat around it, Jamie.” Remus added helpfully, his tone suggesting.

“Sweet, every good sandcastle needs a moat!” James got to digging immediately, cupping his hands and pushing sand this way and that.

Sirius’ pain seemed to have passed, he laid propped up on his elbow behind Regulus protectively, watching his little brother dig and pack sand meticulously so the moat stayed the same width all around.

When his older brother dared to reach out for one of his toys, Regulus tossed a shovelful of sand behind him, hitting Sirius square in his face. Sirius sputtered and spit, trying to get the grains out of his mouth. He shrank apologetically, knowing full well he was in the wrong, and probably remembering what happened the last time he tried to mess with Regulus and his toys.

“Where’d Barty and Evan go?” Remus spoke up, lowering his book and scanning the horizon.

“Taking a long romantic walk on the beach.” Sirius sighed, laying back down and curling around Regulus.

Remus raised his sunglasses to examine the sand sticking to Sirius’ wet abdomen, the way it clung to his saturated hair, the carefree way his boyfriend rolled in its warmth. Sirius caught him in the act, smirking before stretching languidly and running a glistening fingertip through his happy trail. Remus felt his cock stir momentarily, smiling with a shake of his head before putting his shades back on. Sirius bit down on his smile and chuckled. That private little moment would haunt Remus for years to come.

He checked in periodically from over his book.

James and Regulus’ moats finally merged into one, Sirius had his hand stuck up the back of his little brother’s shirt as he seemed to fade between watching and dozing off. Regulus entrusted him with helping once he decided the towers needed parapets, he poked at Sirius and made him sit up, handing him the shovel and sitting on his heels as he watched his big brother put all the money their parents spent on his engineering degree to good use.

Sirius carved with utmost focus, his face hardening as he systematically shaved down sand and made divots for Regulus’ tiny imaginary cannons to blast through. Regulus rewarded both James and Sirius with a kiss and his agreement to make a trip to the water’s edge with them. They bookended little Regulus and his sand pail to the shore and helped him get most of the sand off and fill his bucket with water, escorting him back safely into Remus’ care.

Regulus played quietly, dipping his toys in the water and making them float or swim, picking only his best candidates to stand watch at the tops of the towers. Meanwhile, James unpacked the cooler and he and Sirius became a beach sandwich production line, anybody would be able to tell they’d done this many times before.

Barty and Evan returned just in time, walking up from a whole different direction Remus had last seen them disappear to. Evan pushed his sunglasses into his hair and threw himself into the lounge chair beside Remus, his hair seemingly a new sun-bleached blonde and his skin a glorious shade darker. Barty dropped to his knees next to Regulus and dug into the pockets of his swim shorts noisily.

He poured handfuls of tiny freshwater shells into Regulus’ awaiting hands, Remus wouldn’t be Daddy of the Year if he didn’t notice Regulus’ happy wiggle.

“Finishing touches, m’lord!” Barty happily proclaimed, ruffling Regulus’ hair before joining in next to his boyfriend.

Evan connected their speaker, providing the finest beach jams as blissfully soft and refreshing ham and cheese sandwiches were passed around. Remus didn’t know how Sirius spread mayonnaise on them, and he didn’t want to know. Tabs were cracked on stashed spiked seltzers, and the tops were popped off frosty water bottles.

Not a word was exchanged between anybody during this near medieval ritual of literally breaking bread amongst friends and lovers.

Remus silently assigned himself to getting some kind of sustenance into his boy. He sat up on the edge of his chair and fed a distracted Regulus bites of sandwich since his hands were all wet and sandy from making shell mosaics on their castle’s front door. Regulus would lean over distractedly whenever he was ready for the next bite, taking sips of water and seltzer interchangeably, tipping them back a bit clumsily with the non-sandy parts of his wrists and handing it back to the doting Remus.

The boys had caught their second wind after lunch, Regulus was finally satisfied with his castle, and Remus had put his book away in favor of chiming into their conversation about how much fake sand they think the city poured into this beach. When lunch had settled in their stomachs, they decided to go for a final dip. Barty, James, and Sirius raced to the water; James slowed down by Regulus’ hand in his. Evan hung back momentarily, reapplying a sunscreen that smelled like coconuts and caramel. He smirked when he caught Remus watching.

“I’m happy Reg has someone like you.” He said out of the blue, eyes flicking up to Remus over the rim of his fashionable sunglasses.

“It’s definitely a group effort.” Remus deflected, stretching his legs out and slouching in his seat.

“Of course, but you’re his only Daddy, you know?” He said in that city boy drawl. “He winds himself up so tight sometimes, and you’re the person he looks to when he needs to be taken care of. Except, you do it before he even knows he needs it.”

“You’re observant, aren’t you?” Remus fires light-heartedly, nonchalantly running the back of his index finger against Evan’s smooth calve.

Evan smirked in side profile, huffing a little laugh while he tried to reach his back. “I notice more than you think, cowboy. Plus, I have a big baby of my own. Barty is practically mush after a show and a few drinks. I don’t remember the last time I was little spoon.”

“I’ll spoon ya’ any day of the week.” Remus breathes up at him when Evan stands, Remus’ wandering hand falls away.

“I’m sure you would, Daddy.” Evan smirks back at him over his shoulder. Remus clenches his hand into a fist and bites his knuckles, making Evan throw his head back with a gorgeous laugh as he walks away.

Remus takes a moment to appreciate Regulus’ sandcastle before he lets his eyes slip shut and he nearly falls asleep. He only hears his boys and Regulus’ best friends laughing and splashing ahead of him and the waves lapping gently at the shore. Just as he’s slipped into a sweet state of unconsciousness, he hears the rapid shifting of sand beneath feet as someone runs up to their camp.

Without warning, a drenched Sirius is straddling him, pressing their chests together as he’s jolted awake with a chilly kiss. Sirius’ wet hair sticks to his face, and he tenses in shock before he’s gripping Sirius’ firm waist roughly. He surges up to deepen the kiss and Sirius’ cool tongue swirls with his for just a blissful moment before he’s pulling away breathlessly and climbing off Remus. He watches Sirius run back to the water as he drops back onto his elbows.

He scans the shoreline to find Barty carrying Regulus like a bride and swaying him back and forth in the water. James and Evan are wading, chatting and trying to keep their seltzers above water.

Remus is left with nothing more than damp shorts and a sappy grin plastered on his face.

 

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Everyone tumbles out of the truck and back into the lake house just a little sun burnt.

Sand has made its way into just about every crevice possible, but with the sun warming their souls from under their skin, nobody has complained yet. Regulus swings his toys and shovel in his pail, all cleaned and dried meticulously before they left. They’re set on the breakfast bar like a center piece.

While Remus and Sirius are setting out fresh clothes and James raids his parents’ linen closet for ‘the good towels’, Regulus slips into the room with his own clothes already in hand, and a nervous quirk in his features. He stands at the threshold and wrings his t-shirt and clean boxers behind his back. Every one of his partners paused to take him in, silent with expectation.

“Can I shower with Barty and Evan?” Tumbles out of Regulus’ mouth.

For some reason, Sirius and James defer to Remus, who clears his throat a bit awkwardly at being put on the spot.

“I mean,” He starts but stops, trying to gauge how James and Sirius feel. Sirius and James give matching shrugs and tilts of their mouth, leaving the final opinion up to him.

Remus hates to be a buzzkill with his next line.

“Do you feel like you’re in a headspace where you can consent?”

Regulus’ shoulders drop, and he blushes, chuckling bashfully. Which makes Remus’ eyebrows draw together in confusion.

“Not to have sex. They already said no sex while I’m like this.” He rolls his eyes a little petulantly. “I really mean just shower.”

Once again, Sirius and James look at Remus.

“Sure then, love. I don’t see a problem.” He says before looking around the room. “Anybody else?”

“No problems here,” James smiles, finally finding the big fluffy towels and tossing one to Remus and Sirius.

Sirius pinches one of Regulus’ cheeks on his way to the bathroom. “Behave yourself.”

Regulus huffs, blowing a curl off his face before turning on his heel out the door. “I’m not a baby,”

Remus shakes his head, collecting his things and following Sirius into the bathroom. He catches James about to walk out of the room with his own things, “Get in here, James.” Remus rolls his eyes and calls out.

James changes directions like a heat seeking missile, closing the bathroom door behind him, already untying his swim-trunks. He wears a dimpled grin as he sheds them, joining an already naked Sirius in the rapidly warming shower. Sirius is on him before James can get his hand off the shower door handle.

“Shower first,” Remus grumbles as he joins behind them, James freezing with his hands already groping Sirius’ ass and his teeth bared over his pulse. The two boys dissolve into laughter and diligently open their hands for Remus to pour shampoo into.

“Yes, Daddy.” They say mockingly, reaching up to roughly shampoo each other’s hair, looking more like they’re competing for who can shake the others brain loose faster.

Remus scrubs at his own hair, watching them with a quiet amused smile. James tanned like a Greek god, and Sirius caught a flush on the peaks of his shoulders. They juxtaposed violently as they tangled, and Remus found himself half hard by the time they there trying to use each other as loofahs. He watched the water roll off the pair while their nipples kissed and their hardening cocks slid together, their hands dragging foamy bubbles everywhere but where they really wanted to touch. Something about the way their hips bucked when each other’s hands ghosted past their counterpart’s base, making as if they were going to administer a relieving stroke before flitting back up each other’s body. It had Remus rock hard by the end.

“You two all clean?” Remus spoke, seemingly breaking their trance. They were practically panting into each other’s mouths.

He had to wonder if they’d done this before.

The best friends nodded with bitten lips, stepping out of the direct spray of the shower and pressing themselves against Remus. Their cocks slid against his hips, and two hands were suddenly fondling him while mouths attached themselves anywhere they could get suction on his chest.

They sucked drooling marks onto his pecs and the base of his throat, dragged their tongues over his nipples when they got a grip on his base and stroked in tandem. Remus felt like he’d woken up in one of his preteen wet dreams, the kind he’s been plagued with after obsessing over those vintage guy on guy magazines he’d kept at the back of his closet in his childhood home.

He groaned from deep in his chest, getting a hand on each boy and stroking them from base to tip with a twist of his wrists, he watched their knees buckle from the sensitivity. He’d bet they’d been worked up all day.

They pressed closer, until all three of their cocks were in view. They all stood erect and desperate, frotting and catching on each other’s tips. They dripped warm water and huffed hotly onto their cocks from above, a bit hypnotized by the filthy display.

James and Sirius found a rhythm, fucking themselves against Remus’ cock which was trapped against his abdomen. Remus could come from the sight of two smaller men fucking themselves against his length. He wrapped a hand around the back of their necks and bent his own to meet them in a wet clash, lips getting caught on teeth and tongues rolling over each other greedily until nobody knew who was who.

“Fuck us?” James pulled away, breathing hard and eyes wide without his glasses.

Us.

Remus latched on to the sentiment.

He knew he was only older than them by a few months, but at that moment he felt like his heart would give out any second. These boys were wicked. There was a reason they’d been forced to sit on opposite sides of the classroom for a decade.

“I want you to prep each other.” Remus said, letting them both go and guiding them to turn so they both faced the wall. Their arms crossed over each other’s as they reached back, the angle a bit difficult but not impossible for two boys determined to make it work. They wet their own fingers generously, drooling and spitting on them respectively before circling each other’s rims.

Remus knew that James could take quite a bit, he’d seen the custom videos he’s made for the rare client with a thing for muscle bottoms.

And Sirius.

Remus carved Sirius for himself.

They pressed themselves up against the shower wall and let their moans bounce off the tile when they entered each other, twin sensations. Sirius pumped a single digit into James’ toned ass while James circled his expertly between pushing in and out. Second fingers came easily, with deep groans at the first real stretch. Sirius’ hair was plastered like contemporary art down his back in waves, while James curls soaked up water and formed heavy ringlets.

When it was time for three Remus generously thumbed each of their holes open and dropped a dollop of his own spit beside their fingers, spreading it slickly around their holes. They moaned as he pressed into their taints and massaged them ambidextrously, making Sirius’ eyes roll back and James’ mouth drop open with a filthy moan.

A fourth finger would have been too awkward of an angle for them to achieve properly, so he pressed up behind them and thumbed around their stretched rims until he was popping in beside their exchanged fingers. He tugged at Sirius’ rim out of James’ sight.

Just because he knew what his boy could and couldn’t handle.

He’d decided that James was ready enough for Sirius, and that Sirius was always ready enough for him. So, he guided their fingers out of each other and kept a hand on the back of James’ neck, pinning him to the wall. His slutty little smile was as bright as the porcelain tile his cheek was pressed against.

Sirius, as if he could predict Remus’ orders before they left his mouth, positioned himself behind James with Remus’ arm over his shoulder keeping James in place. Sirius placed his hands behind his back, his fingertips dancing over Remus’ abdomen cheekily. Remus held his hand out in front of his mouth and Sirius dutifully hollowed his carved cheeks and let an excess of spit flow into Remus’ hand.

He took that hand and lathered Sirius’ flushed cock in his own spit, pulling a pretty little whine from his pup as he granted him a few extra strokes before guiding him between James’ cheeks. Sirius used his hips to get past his rim and inside his best friend, making James moan from deep down in his chest. Remus removed both of his hands, letting Sirius seat himself fully inside of James and tapping Sirius’ hands two times as he got to work on himself. Sirius used his now free hands to grip James’ hips, probably hoping Remus wouldn’t punish him for pushing himself as deep as he could go into James the moment he was granted freedom.

It was short lived, as Remus tipped Sirius’ chest forward and onto James’ back, pulling Sirius’ cheeks apart and spitting viciously onto his hole with unmatched aim. He spread the wetness by running his cock over Sirius’ hole once or twice before angling his tip against it and pushing into Sirius smoothly.

His pet bit down on his lip immediately.

“I’m gonna’ come too fast.” He rushed out, already twitching and rutting against Remus and into James.

“You better fucking not,” James gasped, his eyes fluttering as he threw his ass back onto Sirius.

“Don’t worry, Jamie. Sirius isn’t getting out of this until were both satisfied.” He assured him, taking Sirius’ hip in one hand and his shoulder in the other before pulling out and slamming back in. James and Sirius moaned shamelessly, he was sure the whole house heard it.

Remus repeated the action, again and again, until Sirius found a way to fuck himself back onto Remus and forward into James in time with his thrusts. He always has been a quick learner.

The sounds of their bodies slapping wetly together combined with the sounds leaving their mouths made for the filthiest combination. Remus wasn’t sure if he wanted to focus on the way James’ back flexed as he bounced on Sirius’ cock, or the way the way his boyfriend’s ass jiggled when it met the force of his pelvis.

James pressed himself against the wall, using it as leverage to push himself back in time with them, muttering the sweetest words to his childhood best friend.

“Right there, Sirius. Just like that. You’re doing so fucking good for us, baby. Such a good boy.”

Remus fucked into Sirius brutally, slick with spit, and water, and precome. He was making his boyfriend filthy right after he’d ordered him to get clean and he had zero remorse for it. He was crowding up against him, using the ear opposite to the one James was singing praise into over his shoulder.

“You love fucking into that tight little hole while I use you, don’t you? Are you gonna’ fill Jamie up while you come on my cock? You’re such a slut that you need to do both at the same time?”

He could see the constant flow of praise and degradation get to his head, jam up all the gears and leave Sirius babbling.

“Yes, Sir! I’m your fucking slut, Sir! Fuck! Jamie, love you s’much. Feel so good…”

It was the battle of nature and nurture. Remus’ hardwired training versus the love he had for James. Who to obey, who to satisfy first that wasn’t himself. Remus slid his hand over Sirius’ collar bone to settle over his throat, feeling the moans force themselves up his throat before he heard them.

“I want you to get James off how I know that you know he likes. Then, I’ll think about letting you come on my cock.” He hissed into his ear, only half bitter about all the fun times he must have missed while they were abroad.

Sirius whimpered his obligatory “Yes, Sir.” before shakily spitting into his hand and reaching around to take James into his hand. He stroked him tight and fast, making James’ eyes nearly cross as his knees went weak, his fingers scrambling for purchase on the wet tile.

James pressed his forehead to the porcelain, screwing his eyes shut as he bucked back onto Sirius so hard that it knocked even Remus out of time. His voice cracked on the tail ends of moans, and his thighs shook with overstimulation before flexing deeply, his hips shooting forward as he came forcefully onto the shower wall. Stream after stream of come fell over Sirius’ fist and the tile, making Remus lick his lips, wanting a taste. He instead wrapped his hand around Sirius’ wrist, bringing his soiled fingers to his mouth. James tasted like a golden sunset on the beach, warm and salty on his palate.

“Sir, please.” Sirius panted desperately, still buried inside of James.

Remus snapped back to reality, ignoring Sirius and talking over his shoulder to James.

“James? Alright to keep going?” He said rather breathlessly.

James smiled brilliantly, “Do your worst, Moony.”

Remus’ face split into a grin, making both of the boys whine when he shoved Sirius forward, bending them over in tandem. James had to arch his back deeply and spread his legs to keep Sirius inside of himself, but as soon as he saw that James had stabilized himself, Remus drilled down into Sirius until the best friends were completely possessed with it.

James cried out in overstimulation, and Sirius nearly screamed at the dual intensity of both sensations.

It didn’t take long for Sirius to be chanting out his name with gradual urgency, tightening around Remus like a vice as he gripped bruises into James’ hips. As soon as Remus rammed directly into his prostate, Sirius was clenching forward and shooting into James helplessly. No choice but to come deep inside of his best friend who was babbling about how good he did.

Remus only lasted a thrust or two longer inside of Sirius’ tight post-orgasmic heat, feeling his balls draw up as tight as possible as he positively drained into Sirius’ ass. They didn’t move for a full minute, too sensitive and fucked out to fathom getting clean all over again.

It wasn’t until the sound of somebody dropping something in the shower followed by giggles above their heads snapped them back into reality that they moved again.

 

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Regulus was sandwiched between Barty and Evan, who were more than delighted to see his chest again apparently. This time they called him the cutest thing they’d ever seen, and they were treating him like a little prince on loan.

They said it was their duty to return him to his Daddy in better condition than that of which they received him, that they were just baby-sitting while his Daddy relieved some stress he had pent up from being big all day. Whatever stress it was, it sounded like it was very hard to get rid of if the sounds from downstairs were anything to go off.

Evan had rinsed him off first, getting any lingering sand from his legs before lathering up a washcloth with his fancy bodywash and scrubbing him full of coconut and caramel scented bubbles up to his neck. Barty held him sweetly by the waist behind him and helped him keep his balance while Evan scrubbed his feet and made him ticklish when he scrubbed between each toe. When he washed between his legs, it didn’t feel like anything but caring and helpful, his touch wasn’t rough or lingering.

Then, he used something fresh and minty to wash his face, making his skin tingly and baby soft and earning him what must have been a dozen kisses on his cheeks from Barty. He would kiss Evan all day too if this is what it felt like, thought Regulus.

Barty switched out with Evan so he could wash Regulus’ hair. Evan held him against his chest while he almost fell asleep from Barty’s strong calloused fingers massaging his scalp and behind his ears and Evan’s blunt fingernails scratching circles on the small of his back.

The conditioner Barty scrunched into his hair made his body slick and shiny when they rinsed it out for him. Distantly, he knew that Barty’s hand glided over his slightly plump and slippery chest one too many times to be an accident, but he didn’t mind. He actually liked it a lot when they’d run their thumbs over his puffy wet nipples, it made him feel hot and needy between his legs, but nobody did anything about it. That was okay too.

He switched between them while they got themselves clean before he was wrapped up in a towel and sat on the toilet lid so Evan could towel dry his hair, making him giggle when he dried him off like you would a puppy, blinding him with the towel before pressing a loving kiss to his forehead when he revealed Regulus again.

They got dressed and laid him down in their bed, massaging a matching lotion onto every inch of his body except his face which got different cooling cream that earned him even more kisses. Barty dressed him, pulling his shirt on first while he kneeled up on the edge of the bed and letting him pull his undies on before he sat down on the edge again and socks were pulled onto his feet.

Barty held him in his arms for longer than he could keep track of. Regulus just kneeled up on the bed while Barty stood and rocked him side to side. Regulus laid his head on Barty’s shoulder and breathed softly against his neck, feeling any and all tension drain from Barty’s body. He played with the shaved underside of Barty’s hair and fingered the piercings on his ear. It seemed like for a second, both of their thoughts stopped entirely.

Evan eventually coaxed Regulus out of Barty’s arms and sat him between his legs, brushing his clean damp hair and scrunching his curls back to life with a product that smelled too good to not be edible.

Regulus could barely keep his eyes open at this point.

They laid down with him in the middle of them for a while, petting him sweetly and telling him how much they loved him in soft voices. They pet each other too, over his head, like Sirius and Remus do all the time. He gave them each a hug around their necks and kisses all over their faces, telling them he loved them more.

He thanked them in a quiet voice.

Bedtime voices.

Barty and Evan made sure he didn’t fall asleep yet, even though he was about to at one point. They baited him out of bed with the promise of one more surprise. Evan was surprisingly strong enough to carry him downstairs, Regulus nearly drooling onto his shoulder.

He knew this was the deepest he’d ever fallen, but it just felt too good.

They knocked on the door downstairs, and Jamies’ voice called Come in! from inside.

His boyfriends spoke in hushed voices, and Regulus distinctly remembers hearing them go Aw when he became fussy at the idea of leaving Evan’s hold. He was placed on the bed and swaddled up by Siri, whose chest he turned into with a big stretch and a whine, Siri.

Regulus’ best friends said Goodnight, kissing his cool face again. He hears Barty and Evan get big boy kisses for their hard work, and he wants one so bad, but he can wait.

The door to the bedroom is left open, and Barty and Evan are gone for the night. Daddy speaks over him, his voice deep and rumbly in his ear.

Don’t worry about him, I’ve got it.

Are you sure? James and I can have our night tomorrow.

Go have your sleepover, pup.

Then, Siri is sitting up and planting the sweetest, long kisses behind his ear. Whispering just for him, Goodnight, Reggie. I’ll be here as soon as you open your eyes.

Jamie leans over him and does the same, Sweet dreams, my love.

He remembers reaching out for them weakly before something is placed in his arms, he cradles it to his chest almost on instinct. It smells just like home.

Cat!

Regulus squeezes the heck out of Cat, happy wiggles to the max.

Daddy chuckles over him, stroking his face with his big warm hands.

Look at you, all soft and clean. My baby. Last surprise of the day, open.

A thumb runs over his bottom lip, and he opens his mouth obediently. Maybe it’s a big boy kiss.

It’s even better.

A new pacifier is placed between his teeth; he can tell it’s new because it still squeaks and it’s still cool and wet from being washed.

He has everything he could ever want. He’s had the best day ever. He was just missing one thing.

The bedside lamp is turned off, and he’s moments away from passing out cold even though he still has his shirt on.

But then, thoughtful hands maneuver him upright. Hands that know him better than he knows himself.

Regulus drops Cat momentarily as his shirt is pulled off his frame. He loves sleeping like a boy, feeling the cool air on his skin and the tops of his shoulders. Cat is placed back in his arms, and he drops back onto the pillows like dead weight.

He just can’t get comfortable. Until a broad chest presses up against his back and a strong arm is thrown over the dip of his waist. It’s the missing puzzle piece, it’s the deep voice that lulls him to sleep, it’s the broad petting up and down his side.

Daddy.

He beams, pressing up against his Daddy’s chest and wiggling against him as close as he possibly can. He wants to be so close, he turns in his arms and stuffs his face into his neck, climbing him until one leg is hitched over his hip. His Daddy doesn’t care, his Daddy loves him so much he only pulls him and Cat closer.

Daddy pulls back to brush the curls back off his face, then he pulls the blanket over them both.

Regulus tilts his face up, waiting for his goodnight kiss. Like every night he remembers like this, Daddy kisses Cat then tilts his head up and kisses the button of his paci. Regulus hooks a finger around the handle of his paci and pops it out, stretching up to place a big boy kiss on his Daddy’s unsuspecting lips.

Daddy chuckles in surprise, patting his behind in a light but reprimanding way. Regulus doesn’t care, he giggles as he bites back down on his paci and snuggles back up.

Finally, satisfied.

He thinks of his sandcastle, of everyone tucked away in their rooms.

He hears the waves from their moat and the creatures rippling under the surface.

Toys stand guard on their watch towers, so the monsters don’t come at night.

Not that they’ll ever make it past their seashell reinforced front door.

Notes:

I cried, you cried, we all croed together.

Chapter 25: Beach Episode Part 2.5

Summary:

The Morning After

James woke up with Sirius’ hand running through his hair, cradled against his chest and a sticky bit of drool drying on his cheek.

They had fallen asleep tangled together, not lasting five minutes before their bodies gave out. The water had tired them out, Moony only sealed the deal.

Sirius sensed him wake up, humming over him and giving his head a little scratch. “You have an incessant case of morning wood. I’ve been up for half hour already.” Sirius said in that gravel morning voice of his.

“Do something about it then.” James whined, stretching against him. His thighs ached from last night’s use.

While they writhed lazily, neither of them really doing much but dry humping against each other, tempting fate walked through the door.

“Good morning, we made coffee!” Barty sang, placing two mugs on their bedside table.

“You don’t want to know how long it took us to figure the machine out.” Evan padded in right after him, sipping his own mug and sitting on the edge of James’ bed.

“Why don’t you two knock?” Sirius groused, grabbing hold of James’ hips and moving him. He wouldn’t let him stop just because they had company.

“Why would we?” Barty shrugged, taking the mug Evan passed to him and setting it down next to the others.

“You should let us help.” Evan tilted his head, watching them with mischievous interest.

Barty licked his lips over them, “I agree.”

Sirius rucked up against James, pushing his face between the pillow and his face to whisper in his ear.

“They’re insane in bed.”

James groaned, throwing the sheets off himself his hard-on stood almost comedically erect in his boxers.

“I gotta’ ask Reg,” He mumbled, his footsteps hollow on the wood flooring as he crossed the hallway.

Sirius threw his arms in the air and whooped, pulling both Evan and Barty over himself.

James let himself into the room Regulus and Remus inhabited, finding them curled up and sitting against the headboard watching some morning trash television. James momentarily turned his head to the screen, standing silently with his hands on his hips as Dr. Phil berated a crying mother for letting her teen daughter smoke weed.

“Yes, James?” Regulus said through a laugh, his eyes flicking to the flagpole in his underwear.

James pointed his thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to his room. “Barty and Evan?”

Remus and Regulus snickered at him, shooting each other amused looks. Regulus waved him off, cuddling Cat closer to his chest. “Knock yourself out.” He dismissed him, like it was a no-brainer, another giggle bubbling up his throat.

“Thank you, love you so much.” He politely closed their door again and practically ran back to his room, throwing himself onto the bed and simultaneously shedding his underwear. He laid on his back next to Sirius, their shoulders brushing as he settled in.

Sirius currently had both Barty and Evan lavishing his cock with their mouths, and once James settled in Evan made to cross over to James before Sirius stopped him with a hand in his hair.

“I want this one.” He demanded.

“I wanted the blonde!” James scoffed, tossing his hands up in offense.

“The other one has a tongue piercing.” Sirius offered, and Barty locked eyes with James as he rolled it over Sirius’ tip with a wink.

“Fair enough.” James shrugged, spreading his legs for Barty to get between.

Barty immediately hollowed his cheeks around James, making him knock his head back onto the headboard.

They went on like that for a while, letting themselves be serviced by the mismatched pair of boyfriends before they switched off. James couldn’t tell who was better.

Barty sucked his cock filthily, moaning around it and running his tongue everywhere he could possibly get it before taking him deep. Barty went dirty slow, his drool running down his balls.

Evan made it seem like science, massaging a knuckle into his taint between cupping his sack. He pulled on and off evenly, moaning around him like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

Sirius and James were close, but they were so violently gay at heart and wasting an opportunity like this on just shooting down their throats and being done with it was boring to them. So, when Sirius pulled Barty off and guided him into straddling him so he could pump both of their cocks in one fist, James had Evan follow, making him jerk them off while he thumbed at his nipples.

They weren’t doing much but breathing hard, interspersed with deep quiet moans. Barty eventually took both him and Sirius and James and Evan into each hand, letting Sirius grip the back of James’ neck like a teammate would during a huddle at a sports match.

He was about to pull Evan in for a filthy kiss on his spit-wet lips before Regulus walked in, looking rather bored.

“What’re you guys doing?” He ambled over to the side of the bed.

Nobody stopped for a second, all a bit too close to even care.

Sirius was the first to speak.

“Lay down.” He said breathlessly, his command making everyone file into place, moving to make space for Regulus in the center of the bed.

Regulus shrugged with a little smirk, “Okay.”

He climbed onto the bed and laid between all of them, watching with a more than amused look on his face as everyone took the hint and followed Sirius in kneeling over Regulus. Everyone watched as Sirius hiked his little brother’s shirt up to his chin, all of their hands moving on their own cocks with sudden renewed interest.

Regulus flicked his eyes down to his exposed chest like he still didn’t get it, before sighing though a smile and tossing his arms up over his head, stretching. “You guys are sick.” He muttered, watching with lazy eyes as four cocks jerked off over his body.

All four of the other boys worked furiously, eyes locked on Regulus’ chubby little tits as groans left them. Their cocks twitched and jumped with interest.

The boy at the center of it all reached one arm up to grab a hold of Sirius and one arm down to work on Evan, he opened his mouth and tilted his head back in Sirius’ direction, knowing exactly what to do for his brother.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Barty grit out.

James was in full agreement, “You never get used to it.” It was his turn to say.

Barty was the first to go, splashing across Regulus’ ribs, some of his cum landing perfectly onto one nipple. Then, Sirius across the bridge of his nose, before Regulus angled him down into his mouth and worked the rest onto his tongue. James hooked his fingers greedily into his cheek and pulled him over, shooting all of his come precisely into Regulus’ mouth. Evan moved up closer, spreading his knees until his tip made direct contact with one of Regulus’ nipples, the moment he rutted up against his soft tits, he was spurting a load across his chest that left Regulus frosted.

Regulus swallowed with his mouth still open, showing off and making an obscene sound leave the back of his throat. He wet his lips and panted, a shy giggle leaving him.

“Who knew you were such a slut?” Barty teased, pushing his hair back and pinching one of Regulus’ dirtied nipples, making him twist away with a squeal.

Sirius groped one of his tits roughly, making him dissolve into a sultry moan, his hand flying to cover Sirius’ and squeeze harder. His other hand dove into his underwear, you could tell he was soaked from just the sound.

“My turn?” Regulus bit his lip, looking at all four of them with wide innocent eyes before they were all startled by approaching footsteps. Regulus rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless.

“You all should be ashamed of yourselves.” Remus said, only pretending to be disappointed as he pulled Regulus out of the bed and forced him to stand, pulling him out of the room with a bruising grip on both of his wrists. “You’re filthy,” He muttered, holding Regulus against his chest as he walked him out of the room and back to theirs.

“I liked it,” Regulus giggled before Remus landed a searing spank on the side of Regulus’ ass. Regulus moaned like he was in heat.

They all caught a glimpse of Regulus being thrown face first to bend over the edge of the bed through the open doorway. Regulus turned his head to face them all with a smile as Remus pinned his wrists to the small of his back and gave him a spanking that has Regulus on his tippy toes, gasping for air by the time Remus is satisfied.

As a pile of limbs on James’ bed, they all watch, spent but still managing to rally again, as Remus fucks the smile right off of Regulus' face across the hall. 

They sipped cold coffee and smiled.

Barty and Evan have never heard prettier sounds.

Notes:

i had to get this out of my system.

Chapter 26: Beach Episode Part 3

Summary:

All Regulus does today is fuck around and find out.

Notes:

Slight TW for some Reg feminization. He wears a bikini for psychological warfare purposes and asks Evan if he's ever fucked a girl.

Finally! Rosestarkiller! If you're an OG Creek Blues stan you'll like it. Also slut Barty i love you...Bisexual slut Barty i'd kill for you.

“How the fuck did you beat me with Gengar?” Regulus huffed, throwing his deck down.

“Maybe picking your team based off how cute they are wasn’t your best strategy.” James smirked, dropping to prop himself up on one elbow.

Regulus pouted as he picked up his cards, there was nothing wrong with picking the sparkliest cards.

“Oh, come on, don’t give me that face.” James teased, leaning up to kiss Regulus’ puffed out cheeks. Regulus half-heartedly batted him away, making James fall onto his back with a laugh, stretching out in a way that made his shirt ride up and a groan leave his lips.

Regulus sifted the cards back into one pile and leaned down to give his boyfriend a few upside down pecks.

“Thank you for playing with me, even if I suck.” Regulus whispered over James’ smile.

“Aw, you don’t suck.”

Regulus gave him a flat look.

“Okay, maybe you suck a little bit. But I blame your picks.” James said between kisses.

“If you explain your game strategy again, I’ll stop kissing you.” Regulus warned sweetly.

James shut up immediately, surging up to deepen the kiss and sitting to pull Regulus onto his lap.

“What’re you gonna’ do with the rest of your day, princess?” James said, kissing down his throat.

Regulus tilted his head back to give him space, throwing a glance at the windows, his eyes following a stream of sun that ended on the floor.

Remus and Sirius were wrapped up in the big bed, absolutely consumed by daytime re-runs like an old married couple. Barty and Evan were somewhere outside, laid up on a picnic blanket James had lent them, sunbathing and sharing oiled up cuddles and kisses. He and James had just finished a rather electric game of Pokémon, Regulus cursed with pulling the worst elemental cards.

Regulus had no plans for today.

Except maybe one.

“I wanna’ get revenge on Remus.” He said rather seriously.

James hummed against his neck. “Is somebody mad that they got disciplined in front of an audience?”

Regulus rolled his eyes with a scoff. “No,”

“Sounds like it, baby.” James sucked onto his throat.

“Maybe,” Regulus rolled his hips down onto James’ lap.

“Let’s do it.” His boyfriend popped off his skin, probably leaving a fleeting mark. “Let’s drive Moony crazy.”

“What? So he can do it again? My ass hurts enough, thanks.”

“C’mon it’s been a while since we’ve pulled one on him.”

“You think we can get Sirius in on it?” Regulus breathed, winding his hands into James’ hair.

“Oh, yeah.” James said with all the confidence in the world.

“What’s your plan then, Prongs?”

“Ugh, call me that again?” James bucked up against Regulus.

“Focus.” Regulus bit at his lip.

“Right, right.” He pushed his glasses up his nose, squaring his shoulders. “Okay, remember when you wore those little shorts? Trying to get my attention?”

“Vividly.”

“Alright, we’re going to do something like that. Make yourself impossible to resist, and make sure Remus doesn’t get a chance to even brush his fingertips on you.”

“Okay…” Regulus nodded, arching his back as James gripped his waist harshly. “Wait,” Regulus pushed off James’ chest, coming eye to eye with him. James waited with bated breath, eyes flicking down to his lips like he’d had a treat taken from him. James swooned visibly at the wicked look in Regulus’ eye.

“Walk into town with me.” Regulus demanded.

 

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“Where did Reg and Prongs fuck off to?” Sirius yawned as he emerged from his and Remus’ love nest, Remus following. Barty took a long moment to drag his eyes over their shirtless chests with the tip of his tongue dragging over the seam of a joint.

“I have no idea. We came in from outside and they were gone.” Evan supplied between gulps of his glass of water.

“Wonder where they went.” Remus shrugged, lingering over Sirius while he threw frozen nuggets onto a baking tray and set the oven to preheat.

Barty focused on closing his joint, having nothing to add to the conversation, his only plans set on getting back outside so he could get back to watching his boyfriend tan, this time stoned.

As if they’d spoken it into existence, a lock turned and the front door swung open to reveal Regulus.

Regulus.

In the skimpiest black bikini anyone of them has ever seen.

Barty was conscious of his jaw clicking as it hit the floor. Evan choked on his water in the corner. Sirius was frozen with a tray of fucking dinosaur shaped nuggets in one hand and the other on the oven door’s handle. Remus’ eye visibly twitched.

James followed in behind him, clutching the pajama pants and shirt Regulus must have previously been wearing and flicking his eyebrows up at them after shutting the door.

Regulus breezed into the kitchen without saying a word to anybody and got on his tippy toes to reach into one of the cabinets between Remus and Evan, revealing the way his bikini bottoms dissapeared between his bruised cheeks.

He pulled out some sunscreen and turned back around, assessing the eyes on him before flicking his chin in the direction of the sliding back door.

“Are you guys going back out?” He said simply, addressing Barty and Evan.

Evan practically threw his glass down. Barty put the joint between his lips and nearly knocked his barstool backwards as he scrambled to get up and follow Regulus outside. He made it halfway out the door before he skidded to a stop and turned, slapping his hands around the counter for his lighter, knocking things over.

He clutched it in his fist and locked eyes with Remus, who was still as frozen as Sirius was. He winked at them with a smirk that made the joint in his mouth tick upwards before running back out of the door. He heard James chuckle as he threw Regulus’ discarded clothes on the couch. Barty didn’t even have it in him to look back.

 

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“Did you change outside the fucking door?” Evan asked incredulously, kneeling up next to him while he reclined back on the picnic blanket. Evan held his hands out like he was too scared to touch him yet.

“No,” Regulus scoffed, “I went around the side of the house.” He grinned.

“Jesus,” He sighed, distracted by Barty throwing himself down next to them before cupping his hands around his face to light the joint he’d been working so hard on. He instantly held it up to Regulus, who took a deep pull with his lips brushing the inside of Barty’s fingers.

“So, what’s with the get up?” Barty asked, eyes drinking him in hungrily, supplying Evan with a hit of his own.

“You don’t like it?” Regulus glanced down at himself. The way the triangles of the bikini top pushed his small breasts together. His hipbones making arches of the bottom’s strings. James tied loving bows at his hips and behind his neck and back.

And let’s not even mention the lacey trim around the edges of the whole thing.

The black slightly shiny material glimmered against his pale skin and brought out the translucent nature of his eyes.

When he looked back up, Barty and Evan were practically drooling.

“Thought so. Give me that,” He snatched the quickly wasting joint out of Evan’s hand, smiling to himself. The smoke curled sweetly down his throat when he inhaled over it, burning a bit between the back of his mouth and his nostrils. He welcomed the buzz it injected itself under his skin and at the top of his skull. “James and I are trying to mess with Remus. He’s not allowed to touch me all day.”

“Poor Daddy Remus,” Evan snickered.

“I don’t want to hear any Poor Daddy Remus. He basically slut-shamed me!” Regulus whined, fully sitting up and gesticulating back towards the house.

“Looked like you were enjoying yourself.” Barty smirked through his smoke.

Regulus fumed silently. “Okay, maybe I did like it.” He huffed, laying back down on his elbows. “Doesn’t mean he can get away with putting me in my place in front of you guys.”

“Why? I think we all enjoyed it.” Evan tilted his head.

“Yeah, we didn’t exactly learn anything new about you.” Barty shrugged.

“You liked it, we liked it, I don’t see the problem.” Concluded Evan.

“Are you guys gonna’ help me or not?” Regulus deadpanned, looking at them from under his furrowed eyebrows and a haughty pout.

“Fuck yeah.” Barty stressed, thrusting the joint towards his scantily clad best friend. “Need me to get your back?” He smirked, wiggling his fingers.

“I’d appreciate it.” Regulus drawled, flipping onto his stomach.

He kept his eyes on the glass patio door where he could see James and Sirius leaning against it’s frame.

Remus was glaring through the kitchen window over the sink. He could imagine his grip flexing against the edge of the counter where he could tell he was braced by his raised shoulders.

The more stoned he got, the more he could feel the sun warming his blood. He could feel its heat make his curls stick to his neck. He hoped the outline of his bikini branded itself into his skin for weeks to come.

Sirius would like that most out of anybody.

“Fuck, that’s cold!” He yelled over his shoulder to Barty, who had just squirted some of the lotion onto his back and started rubbing it in.

“Sorry, Reg.” He wasn’t.

Barty ran his rough hands over his shoulders and his upper arms before worming under the straps across his back. He massaged the small of his back deeply, digging his thumbs into the firm knots at the base of his spine and making him moan in delight. He took his time gripping his bruised ass while insisting he didn’t want him to get burned. His fingers ghosted under the frills dipping between his legs, making Regulus clench around nothing at all.

Regulus whimpered, his high catching up with him, driving him into over sensitivity. When he closed his eyes he could feel everything. He pushed up into Barty’s hands, spreading his legs for him and arching his back. Barty sat up on his knees between Regulus’, moving down his body slowly to dig his fingers into his thighs.

When he looked over his shoulder, Evan was watching with lazy eyes, killing the joint with the whisper of a grin.

The massage on his legs was heavenly, the tendons in his thighs tight from this morning’s use. He pushed even more greedily into Barty’s touch, eventually placing his ass right back onto the other boys’ hips when he planted his knees. He could feel him half-hard in his board shorts while he gripped his hips. A mewl left his lips before he licked them, feeling his mouth go a bit dry when Barty bent himself over his back.

“Am I finally gonna’ get the chance to fuck this pretty little cunt?” His best friend said roughly into his ear.

Regulus did nothing but nod once before there were fingers sliding under the tiny slip of fabric over his hole.

He hadn’t realized that he’d become inordinately wet, Barty’s fingers glided through his folds easily, gathering slick and circling around his oversensitive clit.

“You’ve done this before,” Regulus teased shakily, biting down on his lip and moaning deeply as he started to tremble.

“He had a good run before me.” Evan spoke, suddenly in front of him, putting the joint out in the grass behind him and tossing the filter next to the forgotten sunscreen.

Regulus instantly mouthed at his cock through his shorts, feeling it thick and sturdy underneath. Evan threaded a hand in his hair, chuckling over him.

“You’ve got a real talent, Reg.” Evan joked, moving Regulus’ head this way and that by his hair.

He huffed a laugh out through his open mouth before dissolving into a surprised and broken groan. Barty has bypassed all pleasantries, sliding his bikini out of the way and diving tongue first into his cunt.

“You must be talking about my writing,” He shot back once he’d regained his breath.

“No, not quite.” Evan sucked his teeth, unceremoniously hooking the waistband of his shorts under his balls and slapping the tip of cock against the center of Regulus’ now open mouth. “I mean, that too I’m sure, but you seem to be really good at being a total cock slut.”

Regulus instantly took him into his mouth with a—quite frankly, slutty—moan. He pooled all the spit he could into his mouth and dragged his tongue anywhere he could get it on Evan, trying his best to divide his attention between what’s going on in front of him and the war crimes happening behind him.

Barty had his hands spreading Regulus apart obscenely, exposing parts of him that had never had the pleasure of the suns warmth and its heated kiss. He was trying to take Evan as deep as possible while trying to push back onto Barty’s face, the boy working on him must have taken this as a sign for more, sending shock waves through Regulus when his tongue rolled right over his puckered hole.

Regulus lit up, nearly choking on the cock in mouth with the moan that tried to escape him. Barty held the fabric out of the way while he ate his ass, dipping down to collect some of Regulus’ slick and mixing it with his spit with a groan. When his tongue pushed into him, Regulus’ eyes rolled back under his lids, the dual sensations driving him past the point of ready to be used all over again.

He hoped Remus was watching.

He hoped Sirius and James were watching.

He also hoped none of James’ neighbors were in town for the weekend.

“Do I get a turn after, pretty thing?” Evan broke him out of his musings. Regulus nodded with an affirmative hum, twisting his wrist on Evan’s base while he sucked his cheeks in around his tip.

Barty straightened up behind him, the scratchy sound of his shorts being pulled down amplified by Regulus’ high. He was feeling every sensation turned up to a hundred all at once, actually.

The exposure of being outside and the suns waves on his hole and cunt.

Evan’s precome drooling into his mouth.

 Bartys engorged tip posing itself against his hole before pushing in ever so slowly.

He could even somehow feel how grateful Barty was for this moment. Getting to fuck his long-time best friend in broad daylight so the memory could burn itself into his psyche.

Evan let Regulus pull off momentarily, letting him savor the stretch and make his pleasure known while he fucked his cock along his cheeks, painting him in absolute mess.

Now, Regulus knew his best friend like he knew himself. He expected him to be rushed, rough, and perhaps a little sadistic with him. He knew Barty had made his way around town. What he didn’t know, was that Barty was just as much of a slut as him.

Sure, Barty is a slut for cock in any of his holes. Everyone knew this.

This was something else.

“Mmoother-fucker…” Regulus stressed through grit teeth.

Barty was pulling almost entirely before shifting his hips and hitting every electric spot inside of him on his way in.

His best friend knew his way around pussy.

It was clear immediately.

He heard him laugh sinisterly behind him, using one hand to bunch the back of his bikini bottoms in one hand, using them as a handle to pull Regulus back onto himself.

“How’s that, princess?”

“So fucking good, B.” Regulus whined, closing his eyes to just drink it in.

“Tell me how you want it, we’re here to make you feel good.” Barty kept up his steady pace, unchanging no matter how crazy it drove Regulus.

“Faster,” Regulus demanded immediately.

Barty complied, picking up the speed of his thrusts until the slap of his hips and Regulus’ ass fell in time. Once he was satisfied, Regulus took Evan back into his mouth hungrily, thanking his boyfriends inside for training the gag reflex out of him.

“And to think, you were our pretty little virgin once upon a time.” Evan teased while he collected Regulus’ curls into a tiny ponytail for him to grip.

Regulus whined around his cock, looking up at him as best as he could with the pleasure coursing through him.

“I’m glad it didn’t happen that night.” Evan stressed, fucking into his mouth with a bit more initiative as if to test how well-trained Regulus really was. “We wouldn’t have had you all dolled up like this, taking cock like a proper whore.”

“Much less in this little thing.” Barty added, his grip nearly tearing the measly bits of fabric on Regulus.

He didn’t expect the tourist shop swimsuit to last long anyway.

Regulus was in complete agreement, that night so long ago went exactly how it needed to. Otherwise, he would have never been here in this moment.

Gagged and filled in a bikini while his brother, boyfriend and their golden retriever homo-erotic best friend—his third boyfriend, mind you—watched and suffered at his hands.

It was beyond his wildest dreams.

Maybe, all was truly right in the world…

Suddenly, every thought left him as his body went into shock. Regulus was pulling off Evan one last time, collapsing face first onto the ground and arching his back until it hurt.

“Fuck, Barty! Yes, yes, yes-” He made his explicit consent known as new sensations ripped through him.

The burn, the stretch, the absolute humiliation of it all. He was almost embarrassed of how much he liked it.

“Has nobody ever touched you here, baby?” Barty cooed, swirling the spit soaked thumb he’d slipped into his ass cruelly. All the air evacuated Regulus’ lungs on the wings of a pathetically high-pitched moan.

He shook his head against the floor as his chest heaved, his eyes nearly crossing when Barty pulled it out and pushed it back in with a tug on his rim. The sounds leaving Regulus were demonic.

“I guess we did get to take one of your virginities after all.” Evan smiled down at him, sitting to hold Regulus’ sweaty and flushed face, stroking his hair. “You want him to keep going?”

“Please, please-” He whimpered, floored by the sensation of Barty’s cock running against his finger, separated only by a thin film of Regulus.

Barty didn’t disappoint, pushing in and pulling out in tandem with himself, doing more with one finger than most people have done to Regulus with four. Absolutely disassembling him.

Regulus could nearly cry from how good it felt—how humiliatingly good—to be used and filled by his best friends.

A younger him had dreamed of this, had spent countless nights watching from the shadows wishing Evan’s hands were on his hips instead of Barty’s, or that it was him Barty was sucking a bruise into instead of Evan. The hands that had him ready to risk it all hidden inside of a house party bathroom were now twisting two digits in his virgin tight ass while fucking him raw in the middle of the day.

“How far you’ve fallen, angel.” Evan pinned his wrists to the ground on either side of his head.

His fucking thoughts exactly.

Regulus was sure he was drooling. He was shaking like a leaf even though he was sweating from the heat. When he felt his stomach suck in and his holes tightening around Barty, he couldn’t help but start squirming against every hand that was holding him in place.

“M’gonna come, wait.” He managed to string together between all the noises leaving his mouth. He was so close he could taste it on his tongue like blood. Regulus hadn’t stopped moaning and begging like a bitch since Barty drove his fingers into him. The wretched burn in his rim every time he pulled out was driving him insane, he liked it maybe a little too much.

He suddenly began to understand Sirius.

He began to imagine what it would be like to have somebodies’ cock there.

“Barty, Barty! Please, I’m gonna’ come so fucking hard, please!” He was nearly foaming at the mouth, writhing around with nothing to do but take the pounding laid upon him by his best friend, who was hammering into him with all of the same reckless abandon and energy he put into his music.

Nobody said a word as Regulus was forced to orgasm.

Barty didn’t stop to even catch his breath.

The most ragged moan, or scream, left Regulus as he shook violently. His back and arms twisting as he came harder than he ever had around Barty, who was still pumping into him while he dissolved into dry sobs. The sick bastard only groaned as Regulus clenched impossibly around him.

His best friend bent over him and pressed his lips sweetly to his sweat slick back once before pulling out of his cunt, letting the air return to Regulus’ lungs just in time for him to feel Barty spill around his fingers still lodged in his abused hole.

It was like a healing salve, Regulus whimpered when Barty used his come as lube to soothe his rim, massaging inside of him for half a minute longer before slowly pulling out, huffing an amused laugh at the way Regulus gaped slightly.

“Ev,” Regulus whined brokenly, shimmying his hips a little in the air. He was nothing if not a people pleaser. Even when he was struggling to breathe and barely coherent.

Evan gave himself a few strokes as he switched off with Barty, gasping at the squelch that left Regulus’ cunt as he fucked his tip in tentatively.

“Is this your first time fucking a girl?” He huffed, still trying to stop his chest from heaving. Regulus surprised even himself with the line, propping himself up on his elbows to look over his shoulders. Barty chuckled darkly as he ran his hands through Regulus’ hair.

He nodded, circling his thumb around Regulus’ rim. “You’re a fucking mess back here, love.” Evan said with his mouth a bit slack.

“C’mon, try my cunt.” Regulus smirked, flicking his eyes up to Barty and sharing quiet mischievous looks.

Evan pushed into him with a stuttering breath, his eyebrows drawing together as he moaned lowly.

Regulus smirked and clenched down on him purposefully like he loves to do on Sirius.

“Good God, that should be illegal.” Evan gasped, throwing his head back and wiping a hand down his face.

“Go ahead. Fuck me, pretty boy.” He teased, throwing his ass back on Evan.

His best friend seemed to take this as a challenge.

Evan grabbed his hips and pulled him right back, all the way down his cock until Regulus had the wind knocked out of him once more. His eyes went wide as he gripped the innocent checkered blanket under his hands.

 

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The sky had clouded over and produced a drowsy drizzle over the lake house, bringing a lazy afternoon with it.

“There’s a pool table downstairs.” Sirius had murmured into his ear as he bent over the back of the couch.

Now, that was dirty talk for Regulus and Sirius Black.

He turned his face to bump noses with Sirius’. “Yeah?” He breathed against his mouth.

Sirius tilted his head towards the stairs leading down to the basement, gesturing for Regulus to follow.

Regulus thought nobody would care as he slipped away from the living room with Sirius, leaving the other four boys to watch whatever old movie James had popped into the DVD player. Regulus carried a slight chill with him downstairs with him, still wearing his bikini.

They’d all lounged around in their swimwear all day, still hopeful the weather would clear up enough to jump off the dock in the backyard. No such luck had struck yet, but another kind of luck had struck Regulus.

Downstairs was a proper cabin retreat game room. Old arcade games, beanbags and couches with a stocked bar tucked in a corner.

At the center of it all a billiards table made of dark heavy wood, tassels and ornamental carvings decorated every table leg and pocket. Regulus ran his fingertips over the forest green felt as Sirius went around digging the balls out of each pocket and rolling them onto the table.

“Still remember the score?” Sirius grinned at him, walking over to a wall with mounted cues and a little shelf for chalk.

“If I remember correctly, we left off on a tie, didn’t we?” Regulus sauntered over to him, barefoot and impish. He brushed his chest over Sirius’ as he reached past him to pick one for himself.

He and Sirius always ended up choosing the heaviest ones, being so used to playing with Orion’s set since they were children.

“Hoping I forgot?” Regulus teased, barely bothering to chalk the tip of his cue before tossing it to Sirius.

“Maybe,” His brother shrugged with a smirk, just as quickly setting the little blue cube on the edge of the table before gathering all the balls into the rack. Sirius lifted it with a flourish and hung it back up next to the cues.

Regulus watched him as he leant slightly on his cue. “You break?” He pouted.

“You superstitious little shit,” Sirius chuckled, but bent over the far edge of the table nonetheless.

“I never win when I break…”

The white ball shot across the table, sending the triangle of balls scattering.

“You’re solids.” Sirius said lowly, rounding the table in search of his next shot. He gently sank two more absentmindedly before missing on his third attempt.

Regulus examined the table momentarily, sucking his teeth. He knocked one out just because of convenience before he started to walk around the table with purpose.

“James told me about your torture game.”

“That so?” Regulus arched an eyebrow, settling on a shot that would open the table up. He bent over the edge of the table with perfect posture and propped his cue up on his fingers.

“Mhm,” Sirius hummed, watching Regulus ghost his shot between his knuckles before following it through, sending one of the solid balls into a corner pocket and landing the white ball across the table. “While I commend you for punishing the punisher, I’ve never seen him look so much like an animal.”

“What makes you say that?” Regulus murmured, posing for his next shot and sending the white ball flying to crack two balls in opposite directions, sinking one.

“You’re dangling a treat in front of him, and not letting him have it.”

“Hm,” Regulus hummed, settling on his next shot and setting up for it. Just as he was about to bring the tip of his cue to the ball, he felt Sirius ghost his fingertips up the back of his thigh.

Regulus sinks the white ball.

“Ugh,” He drops his forehead onto the table before straightening again, coming eye to eye with his brother. “Don’t play dirty.”

“Why not? You’re playing dirty.”

“I could be dirtier.” Regulus tilted his head, his eyes trained on his brother’s mouth.

“I’d like to see you try.” Sirius dipped his head closer.

“You’re on.” Regulus made as if he was going to meet their lips, until he shoved the white ball into Sirius’ chest. “Your turn.”

Sirius made a noise close to a growl, hungrily roving his eyes up and down Regulus’ body before setting the white ball where he wanted and rolling his shoulders back.

Regulus got into his line of sight across the table, calculating right where Sirius was intending his shot to land. He propped his elbows onto the edge of the table, bending at the waist, locking eyes with his brother over the mount of his pool cue. Sirius’ hair hung around his face, darkening his features.

“Are you sure that’s the shot you wanna make?” Regulus pouted, playing with the strap of his top innocently. Pulling it away from his body, up and down in the crook of his finger.

“Your distractions aren’t gonna’ work on me.” Sirius grumbled.

“You sure?” Regulus said sweetly, pulling to the side and revealing only one of his nipples, hard from the sub-basement chill. “Take the shot, Siri.”

Seemingly out of frustration, Sirius sent the ball flying, he hit one of the stripes with a loud crack, but succeeded in nothing but tumbling it around the table.

Regulus covered himself back up and hummed. “That wasn’t going to make it anyway.”

Sirius rounded to him, crowding him up against the edge until Regulus was arching over the table. He pressed his front against his little brother, letting him feel the effect he was having on him, Regulus gripped his bare shoulder with his free hand, digging blunt nails in.

“Down,” A voice came from the bottom of the stairs.

Regulus’ heart stopped.

Sirius screeched to a halt in route to smash his lips onto Regulus’.

Remus walked into the light, eyes surveying the table.

“Heel,” Remus said absentmindedly, stopping at the opposite end of the table.

Sirius’ eyes bore into Regulus’ before he reluctantly tore himself from his little brother and wandered closer to Remus.

Remus braced his hands on the tables edge and found Regulus’ eyes.

“If I can’t touch you, neither can he.” Remus said with a slight twist of his mouth after, as if it hurt.

Regulus stood tall at the other end, a haughty pinch his his shoulders and an unbothered air in his features. A practiced stance, that he was sure was fooling nobody in the room.

Remus looked like he came down here to reap what was rightfully his. His eyes dark and wild with denial. He looked so hungry.

“I’ll make you a deal,” He continued, “If you win, I’ll let you two run wild while I bunk with James, and I’ll let you decide when you’re done with your little tirade. If I win, I get to tear that slutty little outfit into shreds and stuff it into your mouth.” He paused, looking like he was contemplating something. “What happens to you after that is up to me.”

“How can I agree to the deal if I don’t know all of it’s terms?” Regulus raised an eyebrow, clutching his pool cue at his side.

“That’s a risk you’ll have to be willing to take, sweetheart.” Remus shot back.

Regulus met Sirius’ eyes, searching for counsel.

Their father always did say that the best deals were made over the billiards table and tumblers of whiskey.

“Deal.” Regulus nodded once after he couldn’t take the stillness and the suffocation of the room hanging on a knife’s edge.

Remus bit back a chuckle as he went to the wall to pick his pool cue. Regulus went straight for the bar, startling slightly when Sirius murmured into his ear.

“You just made the biggest mistake of your life.” He rushed out like a hostage with not much time.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Regulus pleaded, holding three short glasses to his chest and dumping them onto the bar.

“Have you ever played with Remus?” Sirius whisper yelled.

“I didn’t say you could speak, Sirius.” Remus drawled unseen from behind them.

Sirius grimaced, silently watching Regulus pour two fingers of whiskey for each of them.

Regulus graciously handed Remus his glass, because you must always be a good host to the enemy his mother said.

He didn’t comment when Remus knocked it back in one go.

“What am I?” Remus said roughly after swallowing, chalking the end of his cue liberally.

“Uh,” Regulus tried to focus, counting the balls on the table to try and put Remus at a disadvantage. “You’re solids.”

Remus took a second to examine the table again. While he did this, Regulus couldn’t help but notice his brooding boyfriend had picked the shortest cue of them all. The kind that’s reserved for playing in crowded spaces.

The cue had no power or weight behind it, unless it’s user knew how to drive it.

Orion always said that cue was for playing in barrooms, not wide open spaces like his office.

“You go first.” Remus sniffed.

Regulus attached himself to Sirius’ side, trying to see what he saw. Sirius gestured with his chin to the easiest shot they had, Regulus knocked it out, placing the white ball somewhere more opportunistic.

On his next shot, Sirius wrapped his hand around his elbow and lifted it a few degrees, changing the angle of his cue to ensure he made the shot. Regulus almost instinctively snapped at Sirius from the years of playing against eachother until he realized his brother with helping him.

“Risky.” Remus broke the silence as Regulus set up for his next shot.

“Shut up,” Regulus said under his breath, his stomach flipping from talking back like that.

Remus let it slide with an amused chuckle, watching with a glimmer in his eyes.

It was risky, Regulus was shooting to hit the wall of the table in hopes it’d graze past a ball on the precipice of falling. When he made the shot, a telling sigh left him.

He had to move closer to Remus to set up for his next one, and of course, Remus made no effort to give him space, just stood there with a cocky grin.

“Excuse me,” Regulus glared daggers up at him, taking a sip of his glass with a lifted brow.

“Right,” Remus played dumb, stepping back.

Regulus set his glass down and bent over the table, eyes laser focus on where he needed to hit the white ball.

As he brought his hand forward one last time, the thick wooden handle of Remus’ pool cue ran lengthwise between his legs, making him jump. Regulus made the white ball jump pointlessly, hitting nothing at all.

He whipped around to him, pushing the center of his chest.

“You dick!” He whined, missing all the venom he intended it to have.

“My turn?” His shit-eating boyfriend smiled down at him, walking past him.

He glowered at Remus, who paid him no mind as he placed himself exactly where he wanted without having to think about it.

Regulus was sure everyone upstairs heard Remus’ shot. Two balls were sent skidding in different directions, both draining into different pockets.

Remus didn’t even glance up at Regulus or Sirius as he repositioned himself, set up his shot, and took it, systematically emptying the table with deafening cracks and powerful fluid strokes.

He didn’t acknowledge them until he was calling his pocket for the eight ball.

Before Regulus could blink, it was gone with the white following neatly.

Nothing but the one striped ball he would have had left to win.

Remus straightened with a groan, rubbing a hip and tossing his cue onto the table with a loud clank. He looked at Sirius and tapped his glass, signaling a refill.

Finally, his eyes fell on the frozen Regulus across the empty table.

He looked every bit the filthy pool hall shark Regulus had just found him out to be. Dark eyes and scars on display, a sick smirk on his face as he perved on his little boyfriend and sipped dark liquor.

“What’re you scared of? Come here,”  

Notes:

I really wanted to bring back some cowboy into my Remus, so of course he bitches the pretty rich boys out in pool with his filthy pool hall tricks. Sirius has fucked around and found this out years earlier of course. Also poor Sirius, he's been fiending to defile his baby brother all day in that little bikini.

 

- Bikini Reg...My sweet sweet boy.
- Reg possibly getting his ass trained by Remus? I really want to write him getting the same training as Sirius alongside him so its all special when Reg gets to call Remus sir
- James being a little shit and talking him into it i love my jamie

Next Chapter Spoilers:
- The second part of Remus' deal is that Reg is going to get a train ran on him since he wants to be such a little slut today. He's about to be gagged and blindfolded while he plays "Guess Who" with cocks in his cunt lmao.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Creek Blues