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It was sunny the day Regulus killed his parents.
He never had a good relationship with them, but he also never hated them enough to kill them. They ignored each other most of the time, Regulus was kind of pissed with Sirius for leaving, but a part of him understood his sister. She wanted freedom and to live knowing their parents weren't going to dictate their immortal life, so she left, to Gryffindor. Just a few minutes from Slytherin territory but still away.
It wasn't the anger of Sirius leaving that made Regulus kill his parents.
He's not sentimental about it, he didn't cry or hesitate. He would like to say his parents were kind of an amputated part of Regulus, he felt them before, but then he cut them off and never missed or felt the ghost of them again, so he didn't care about their deaths or that he was the one who caused it.
Still, he visited their tombstone every year on the anniversary of their death and left white carnations for them knowing his mom hated white flowers.
The Blacks have a big, black marbled and intimidating crypt in Hogwarts cemetery, as most vampire families have. Regulus didn't bury his parents inside, instead, he buried them side by side in a big, elevated tomb. The tombstone says nothing but their names and a fabricated date for their births. Sirius wanted to write something disrespectful and mean, but Regulus stopped her.
Different from the day he killed them, today it's a foggy one, with mist surrounding the cemetery and giving a creepy vibe to it. Regulus quite likes it.
He's contemplating their tombs quietly when he hears movement closer, and by his side, James Potter stands.
The reason his parents are dead.
You see, when Euphemia and Fleamont Potter decided to end their lives after living for too long, James assumed the Gryffindor clan. But it was quite a shaky change because half of the Slytherins who were alive back then didn't like the choice.
His parents knew Regulus and James had something, they weren't that stupid, so they planned on using Regulus against James, and then kill him out of pure spite. For daring to want a Black, for daring to lead a clan they despised, for being Sirius' best friend. For so many stupid reasons.
Regulus knew that, and he also knew that when his parents decided something, they chased it until they got what they wanted.
So because of that, Regulus killed them to keep James safe.
Regulus never asked him to, but James comes here every year to accompany Regulus in his odd ritual.
"Do you think they're in hell?" James asks him.
Regulus is not quite sure when, exactly, he started to love James. Sometimes he thinks he was born loving him. Regulus doesn't remember a single memory of his where James wasn't there, either laughing with Sirius or looking with glinting eyes at Regulus.
He never understood what James saw in him, still doesn't sometimes, but he knows that for whatever reason, James decided Regulus would be the greatest love of his life.
He had others before Regulus came into the picture, but not a single one after he had Regulus for the first time. They fought because it's impossible not to when you're immortal and have known each other for so long, but while Regulus did seek other people out, James never did.
He's faithful to Regulus even when Regulus doesn't deserve it.
It's unusual for them to not seal their relationship after so long together, but Regulus likes knowing that he's enough for James and he won't ever need a title to love him.
Regulus knows he won't ever want someone like he wants James, and he thinks that if he opens his ribcage right now, James' name will be written on his bones and tattooed on his heart.
God created Eve from Adam's rib, and sometimes Regulus thinks he was made from James', and in the end, their flesh, their blood and their hearts are the same.
It's enough for him.
In a world built by religions of all kinds, Regulus learned how to build his own in the faith he devotes only to James. In particular moments and the deepness of his heart.
"I don't believe in hell," he ends up saying. "But I wish it existed, just so they could suffer even after death."
"Morbid," James comments.
"Why are you here?"
"You know why, Reg," he replies easily.
Because he's thankful Regulus killed them. Because he knew his life was in danger. Because he loves Regulus. Because this is his support even if Regulus never needed it.
The truth is, in a world where James Potter exists, Regulus will never be alone.
"You're like a parasite."
"You love me."
"I hate you."
"Exactly," he smirks. "Do you think your parents would hate if we fucked right here?"
Regulus feels a little rush passing through his spine.
"We're not Evan and Barty," he comments dryly. His friends fuck in the weirdest places, including the fucking woods.
"I doubt they ever fucked in a cemetery," he says amused. "They did fuck in church, though."
More than once, and by now, the entire church should be bathed in holy water.
"Convince me."
"So difficult, Reg," James sighs, moving to stay behind Regulus, kissing his neck and sucking his skin.
He wished he could keep marks, his pale skin would be pretty with James' marks all over it. He finds contentment in James' lips on his neck, closing his eyes when his tongue darts through the skin, gasping softly with the sensation and feeling the hot throbbing between his legs.
James' hands wander through his body, hips, waist, thighs and chest. Light, big hands leaving a trace on his skin, a map guiding James to the most vulnerable, deep parts of Regulus. Exploring a body he knows better than his own.
James sneaks his hands inside Regulus' shirt, nails scratching at his skin and fingers stopping in his nipples. James rubs the nub softly, and Regulus feels the pool of need growing down there. Regulus bites back a needy noise when James pinches it, teasing him almost mercilessly.
His other hand lowers down his stomach, stopping at the fly of his trousers, fingers playing with the waistband almost teasingly.
"Are you already wet, love?" He asks him, his husky tone making Regulus shiver a bit.
"Why don't you find out?" He challenges.
James chuckles darkly against his neck, opening the button easily and teasing Regulus' slit over his black panties. He shivers a bit with the sudden contact, a fluttering in his stomach with the prospect of something else.
"Not wet enough," he says against his ear, tongue playing with his earlobe while his finger rubs his covered clit. Slow at first, playing just a bit so Regulus can get worked up.
With his other hand, James chokes Regulus from behind, holding his neck with a strong grip that makes Regulus gasp quietly, buckling his hips in search of more friction.
"There you go, darling," he tells him in his ear. "Let it out. Show your parents' ashes how good you're for me."
With the little shocks caused by the nerve endings in his cunt, Regulus can feel his panties getting wet the more James teases him. Regulus shoves his trousers down so James can have more space with his hand, barely caring that they're in the open and other people might walk on them. This area is almost secluded for the vampire families, so it's desert in comparison with the normal graves.
Regulus disentangles himself from James, pulling him by his belt loops and sitting him on the marble of his parents's grave, he goes willingly, and Regulus sits on his lap, cunt perfectly aligned with James' hardening cock.
He attacks his mouth, fingers sinking in his dark strands and tongue slipping into his mouth, stealing the little raspy moan James lets out. Regulus rolls his hips, grinding on James' cock to seek friction, a sweet oblivion, fastening his movements to soothe the throbbing.
"You put those pretty panties on for me, love?" James asks him. "Were you hoping I would be here to see it? Slip my cock easily, bend you and fuck you in the memory of your deceased parents?" He asks seductively against his mouth.
He sits Regulus on his thigh, his wet panties leaving a wet spot on his light trousers. James kisses his neck again, biting and sucking like Regulus loves it. He slaps Regulus' ass, holding his waist with the other hand.
"Ride my thigh," he tells him. "Make your cunt really soaked for me."
Regulus swallows a whimper, rolling his hips slowly at first, then quickening his pace and feeling his body jerk with the stimulation. His trembling fingers open James' trousers, slipping inside so he can grip James' hard cock, already leaking.
"You're such a fucking pervert, Potter," Regulus says against his mouth, panting with how his pussy is spasming already. He squeezes James' length, stroking his cock with a firm grip. "Trying to defile me in my parents' grave. What would people think if they knew how dirty you really are underneath your smiles, huh?" James moans for him, the force of a man turning into a melting mess for Regulus. "You want to fuck my pussy, darling?" He asks him with voice tight, feeling how wet he is.
"I will fuck this pussy," he tells him. "As soon as you stop grinding on my thigh like a slut." Regulus squeezes his dick harder, making James hiss.
"Want to have a taste first?" Regulus asks him.
James grunts, holding Regulus by his hips to take him off of his lap. Using his speed, James reverses their position, sitting Regulus' ass on the marble while he gets on his knees between his thighs. He takes Regulus' wet panties out, putting them in his back pocket, and opens Regulus' legs.
The way his expression changes when he watches Regulus' soaked cunt it's sinful and almost too dirty, licking his lower lip unconsciously like Regulus is the best meal he ever had.
"Oh, baby," he tells him. "You're already leaking."
"Do something about it," Regulus orders.
"So bossy," he laughs darkly. "You think you call the shots, Regulus?"
"You're the one kneeling, so."
James answers by slapping his open cunt, making Regulus' body jerk with the force of it and arch his back. The pain sends a shock through his body, making his pussy ache and throb at the same time.
"So, to make things clear," he says slowly. "This cunt it's mine to do as I please. Eat it. Fuck it. Slap it. You don't call the shots, you take what I give you."
He feels his entire body burning with the arrogance in his tone. James Potter is viewed as a nice guy by others, but with Regulus, he's cocky and arrogant, and Regulus likes that. He loves that James' jerk side is directed at him.
"Careful, Potter," Regulus threatens him. "I can just take it away from you."
"Oh, Regulus," he pretends to be empathizing. "You're too much of a whore for that. No matter what I give you, you'll just moan to have more of it. It's okay, you don't need to lie."
Regulus tries to close his legs to prove a point, but James doesn't allow him, slapping his cunt again. And again. And again. Until Regulus is crying out with the pain spreading through his body and his cunt it's soaking. He feels warm and wet bloody tears escaping from his eyes and smearing his cheeks.
"Stop," he begs, feeling his pussy becoming sore and swollen with his slaps.
"Is it hurting, love?" He asks with fake worry.
"I can't take it anymore," he pants, voice breaking. Even if the pain will stop in a few minutes, with James doing it repeatedly, it's too much.
"I'll soothe the pain for you, then."
And with that, he sinks his tongue in Regulus' cunt, sliding inside and sucking at his clit, making Regulus scream with the sudden touch. The pleasure combined with the pulsating pain causes the most amazing feeling in Regulus, making him feel like he's drunk out of his mind. James holds his thighs, bringing Regulus close so he can go deeper, and Regulus' hands grip his hair tightly, indulging him to continue.
James rasps his teeth softly against his swollen clit, and it's so good, so perfect, that Regulus closes his legs in response to the sensation, almost choking James between his legs. But James barely cares, letting Regulus grind his cunt against his face like he's nothing but a toy for him to use. Just a mouth for Regulus to pleasure himself with.
When he's panting and moaning, gripping at James' hair tightly, his orgasm comes in a strong wave, shaking all of Regulus' body and making his pussy sensitive and tender.
When James' head lifts up, his pupils are wide, his expression hungry and his lips glinting with Regulus' cum. He's beautiful, so beautiful it aches something inside of Regulus.
Sometimes, he gets filled with so much love for James, he feels like he'll crumble with the weight of this love inside of him.
James gets one knee in the tomb, tilting his body to kiss Regulus, and he responds to the kiss hungrily, starving for James, sucking his tongue inside of his mouth and moaning when his hands touch his body, his thighs and neck.
Regulus is so distracted by his kisses, he doesn't even realize James pulled his trousers down, and when he slips his hard cock inside of Regulus, he's taken by surprise.
"God," he moans loudly, holding almost desperately at James' shoulders.
"God has nothing to do with this, love," he tells him, laying Regulus on the marble tomb and sprawling his legs wide, accommodating himself inside of Regulus, his cunt clenching around his big size. "If you want to moan someone's name, moan mine. Come on, love. I know you can."
He thrusts inside of Regulus with one, hard pump, hitting all the right spots and making Regulus' vision go a bit black. His hold on Regulus' hip is so vicious his fingers are sinking into his skin. James is controlling his strength, because Regulus knows he could break his hip bone easily.
Regulus closes his eyes with the euphoric feeling, the noises of his wet pussy being fucked loud around them.
"James," he cries out.
"There you go, baby," he bites his neck. Hard. Ripping a bit of skin with his teeth and making Regulus bleed a bit. He doesn't lick it. Doesn't drink it. But Regulus can feel the blood wetting his neck. "Moan for me like the good slut you are."
He bends Regulus' legs, folding his body to hit him deeper, harder, and he spasms with the feeling. So damn needy he could cry about it.
"What do you think your parents would think of you now, huh?" He asks mockingly against his ear, biting his earlobe. "Being a whore for a dirty Gryffindor, opening your legs for me so easily and moaning my name on their grave," James' laugh is husky and cruel.
Regulus feels himself coming undone. Completely submitting to him and his words.
"Shit," he whimpers. "Keep going, right there, James— ah, god."
"I'm going to dump all of my cum inside of you, baby," he promises him, and Regulus' body shivers with the promise. Craving it. "Do you want that, love?" He asks, thrusting again and again while Regulus grips his arms tight. "Do you want me to fill you up with my cum like the cumslut you are?"
"James," he pants.
"Do you want me to dirt your perfect lineage of pristine Blacks with my blood?" He groans. "Make your cunt sloppy wet, dripping with my cum and put a Potter inside of you?"
"Fuck," he moans, closing his eyes and feeling a shock running through his spine, his head hitting against the marble tomb.
"Use your big words, Regulus," he tells him. "Tell me what you want."
"I want your cum inside of me," he breathes out, deliriously. "Fill me up. Now. I want you inside of me."
"Say please," he taunts him.
"Fuck you, James," he grunts.
James slams inside of him harder, stopping his movements while Regulus' cunt clenches around his length. He closes his big hand around Regulus' neck, taking his length out and letting just the head inside of Regulus, just a little teasing of what he really wants. A little tingle that needs to grow so he can cum.
"Say please," he repeats, voice deep and threatening.
Regulus refuses, closing his mouth. James gets deeper but slowly, so slowly it leaves Regulus aching for more, for something that will allow him release.
"I can do this all day, love," he tells him, tightening his hand so hard he feels the grip on his bones. "If you could only be a good boy, I can finish this. Make you come so good your eyes will roll back and your legs will give out. Your pretty cunt will spasm around my cock and you'll finally get your release. You just have to ask nicely."
Regulus knows what James is doing, he gets a kick out of this, to know that Regulus, strong, cold and apathetic Regulus can beg like a whore to have James' cum inside of him again and again until it's dripping out of him. So because Regulus is a stubborn prick, he doesn't do what James wants him to.
He doesn't open his mouth.
James tsks.
"You're such a brat," he laughs. "I'll straighten you out, don't worry about it, love."
James opens his legs wider, hand getting lost between Regulus' thighs to rub his clit lazily while he thrusts slowly inside Regulus' aching cunt. It's frustrating and torture, James knows what he needs to do but he's refusing out of spite, causing a tiny flame but not allowing Regulus to burn.
"James," he says tightly. "Make me come."
"You're the one taking my cock here, love," he snorts. "You're not in any position to demand things."
"I will kill you," he threatens him, half meaning.
"Will you?" He smirks. "How will you kill me, Reg, tell me."
"I will carve your heart out of your chest," he promises him, trying to scratch James' face in frustration, but James holds his wrists and puts them above his head with ease, losing the grip on his neck. Regulus tries to shake his hold off, but it doesn't work, he's trapped under James' body. At his mercy.
Regulus would never be at someone's mercy, but with James, it's almost natural.
Sometimes, Regulus thinks his body was made for James only.
"Will you eat my heart out, love?" He asks, still fucking him slowly as a punishment.
"Yes," he breathes out, sinking his hips deeper into James' cock. "All of it."
"Mhm," he hums with a smile. "Good boy."
"Potter," he sighs in anger. "Fuck me properly."
"Say please."
"Fuck—"
James slaps his pussy making a wet sound, and Regulus yelps with the sudden shock on his cunt.
"Ah," he lets out, feeling the pulsing of his pussy with the jerky action.
"You need to be more polite, Reg," James tells him.
"You need to—" James slaps his cunt again, and Regulus moans.
"Tell me, love," he starts saying. "Do you think you'll gain something with that dirty mouth of yours?"
"You like this dirty mouth, Potter."
"I don't like it much when you don't want to say what I want to hear," he ponders. "Guess I'll just have to fuck the begging out of you."
"I won't beg for you."
The way James smiles at him can only be explained by the way a devil must smile when it gets one more victim that will succumb to their nefarious ways.
"Oh, Regulus," he sighs. "I'll love to prove you wrong."
And with that, he goes back to fuck Regulus fast and hard, but it doesn't fix things because whenever Regulus is close, James stops his pace only to make Regulus sob in protest. Telling him to say please. To beg. Regulus likes to think he has a lot of self-restraint, but it's hard to when James is torturing him with his cock. The wet noises of his pussy are loud and sinful in the quiet cemetery, mixed with his drawn moans and the noise of skins slapping.
James presses his hand on Regulus' lower stomach, and Regulus can feel the pressure of his hand on his cock moving inside of Regulus, making him quite delirious. Belly bulging with the thick length of James.
"I'll come right inside of here," James tells him like a secret. "Breed you and make this bulge grow until you're all round for me, baby. Making your entire family roll in their graves in disgrace." He thrusts harder inside of him, cock hitting all the right places, and Regulus cries out at his mercy. "That way you can't ever escape me, can you?"
The idea makes his body hot, burning even, because though Regulus can't have James' baby, the idea that James would trap him like this leaves him delirious. As dirty and wrong as it sounds, when James threatens him with it, Regulus feels turned on by it.
Regulus is almost there, he can feel the wave of pleasure ready to drown him, the building of his orgasm making his legs tremble, he's almost ready, almost—
James stops all over again, and Regulus wants to scream.
"No," he pants. "No, no, no. James, stop it. Now."
"What, baby boy?" He asks him with amusement. "You want to cum?"
"I need—"
"Are you ready to say please?"
Regulus sees red. He's done with James. So fucking done.
With little impulse, Regulus catapults himself up, using all of his strength to roll James and turn their positions. He wasn't expecting, so he doesn't have time to actually stop Regulus, and when he's under Regulus, he only looks at him speechless. His eyes are so fucking big, so dark with long lashes around his eyelids.
"You know what I hate, Potter?" Regulus asks him, holding James' wrists to his parent's tomb strongly. He sinks his hips down on James' hard cock, clenching around his thick length. "I hate when people try to take away what's mine."
"Greedy," he mutters, watching with hot attention Regulus on top of him, naked and pale, ready to ride his dick. "What exactly it's yours here, Reg?"
"This fucking cock," he replies, "It's mine."
"Is it, now?" He sounds amused by Regulus' statement.
Regulus rolls his hips, feeling James in all the fucking places, pliant under Regulus, all taunting gone. Because if there's something James loves more than making Regulus beg, it's when Regulus gains control.
"It is," he confirms. "And I'll get what I want."
James opens his mouth, but whatever he is going to say gets lost in a low moan when Regulus starts riding for real, back arched and thighs holding his weight. The squelching sound of his pussy it's loud, and Regulus starts to tremble the more his orgasms get closer.
"Look at you," James says with a deep voice, attention bewitched by Regulus. His eyes can't move from his body, focusing on every little inch of Regulus, specifically on his cock disappearing inside of him. "Riding my cock so desperately. Like the pretty little whore you are," Regulus moans with the comments, feeling James' voice like a hot caress on his back. "You're so beautiful in this angle, love. Wanting to milk my cock with this tight pussy of yours, already so wet for me. You want it so bad, don't you?"
"Yes," he breathes out, voice quivering.
James frees one of his wrists from Regulus' grip now that he's not that focused on holding him down, and his hands travel down his chest, thumb finding a path to rub Regulus' clit, making him shiver helplessly with the new stimulation.
"Are you going to come for me, Regulus?" James asks him, hooded eyes locked into his face.
Regulus nods, words lost in his tongue, he thinks he could cum only with the way James is looking at him.
"Then do it, love," he says sweetly. "Cum around my cock, beautiful."
James thrusts his hips up to meet Regulus in the middle and he lets out a whimper, feeling his cunt pulsing and clenching, James fastens his movements just a little, just the perfect amount for Regulus to shake and cum, a wave so strong of release his entire body feels it. James moans at the way Regulus' pussy is gripping his cock, holding Regulus up by his waist while he keeps riding him to slam him down his cock.
When he finishes, his body turns into a puddle and he lets himself lay on top of James, his hard cock still hot and heavy inside of Regulus' sloppy and wet cunt, overstimulated by the recent orgasm.
"Good boy," James whispers to him, kissing Regulus' jaw. "My turn now."
"What—"
But James is already flipping him, chest to the cold marble and holding him down by the grip on his nape. His cock is not inside of him anymore, but Regulus knows it's only a matter of time now.
James positions Regulus with his ass up, pressing his cheek to the tomb, he parts Regulus' ass cheeks, and his tongue licks Regulus' pussy, making him try to escape from the contact, being too sensitive. This action earns him a slap on his cunt again.
"James," he practically whines. "No more."
"You can take it, love," he soothes his ass cheek softly. James plays with the head of his cock, putting just the tip inside of Regulus' pussy, which is enough to make him cry out with how tender his cunt is. "Don't you want my cum inside of you?" He asks nicely.
"I can't—"
"Oh, Reg," he cuts him off, the head of his cock teasing his clit, slippery with how wet Regulus is. "You don't have any strength to fight me anymore," he coos at him. "Now you're just my good whore ready to be filled up by me."
He should feel disgusted, probably. Mad. But the reality is that Regulus has been doing this with James for a long, long time. And he likes it. He likes when James is soft and worships him, when James is submissive to Regulus, but he also loves when James is being an asshole.
Regulus lives for control and dominance; James Potter is the only person in the world capable of taking this out of him.
To prove his point, James slips in, and Regulus shakes with how oversensitive he is, at how much he wants to stop but wants again at the same time, addicted to this. To James. He's a mess, yes, but there's no one else he'd want to be a mess for.
"That's it, baby," James says soothingly. "This cunt of yours wants me," he tells him.
"James," he cries out, his broken and loud voice echoing through the cemetery, so thin that even the dead must be waking now.
"Your parents would be so disappointed in you, Reg," he laughs a bit, thrusting all of his length inside of him. "Letting me fuck you like this," he tsks. "Will you cum for me again, love?"
"I— ah," he moans, closing his eyes with legs trembling and knees bruising, his neck is also stiff because the grip on his nape doesn't let him move. "Fuck, it's too much. James, it's too much."
"You should've begged, baby," he says almost boredly. "Now I'm only stopping until you can't take it anymore, I'm going to fill you so much, my cum will be dripping out of you." He clenches with the thought, and James hisses with a laugh somewhere. "God, baby, you're such a fucking whore for my cock, aren't you?"
Regulus takes a deep breath, cunt stretching to take James like he was made to be fucked by him. And maybe he was.
"You're made for me, Regulus," he tells him, chest gluing to Regulus' back so he can talk straight to his ear. "You take me so well, moan so pretty for me."
Regulus finds himself sinking his hips into James' cock, eager for more even if it's too much and he can't take it. When it's from James, Regulus always wants more than he should, it was always like that.
"I'm going to come," he says in his ear. "Inside of you."
The idea of James' cum inside of him makes Regulus so eager for it he feels like he lost a bit of his mind. He shouldn't be so turned on by the idea, by the mere imagination of James dirtying Regulus' pure blood with his cum, but he does, and add that to the fact he's disgracing the family name on his parents' tombstone drives him even far away. It makes his entire body flush in desire, with a sick need so consuming Regulus it's driven by it.
Regulus was always all about silent rebellions, and this is his.
With a moan in his lips and his pussy clenching yet again against James' cock, he comes inside Regulus, filling him with his hot cum flooding inside of his walls. Regulus gasps with the sensation of being filled, loving it way too much.
"That's right, love," James groans in his ear, riding his orgasms. "So good for me. So pretty. Let me use this greedy pussy of yours." He bites Regulus' ear, his cock softening inside of him, and when he doesn't have anything else to give, he takes it out of Regulus, making him feel empty.
He thinks that's it, that they're finished even if his cunt is throbbing again in need, but then James is putting two fingers inside of Regulus, making him yelp in surprise with the intromission.
"One more time for me, Reg," James tells him. His fingers go in and out easily, his cunt so wet it's slippery, making a squelching sound with the amount of cum inside of him, his and James'.
"More," he finds himself asking.
"You want more, love?" He asks, taking his fingers so he can slap Regulus' clit once. Twice. Again. Again. Again. Until Regulus is shaking and letting out cries, his clit aching and needing more. "You know what I want to hear, don't you?"
Regulus wants to be so mad again, but right now he's weak, he's desperate for another orgasm, his entire body is wavering and Regulus can only feel the need inside of him, the one written with James' hands.
"Please," he finally says, feeling pathetic and weak, but wanting so badly to be free of this creepingly desire.
"What was that, love?" He taunts him.
"Please," he repeats.
"See, baby? Was that so hard?" He asks him.
And to end his suffering, James fingers him again with two of his fingers, rubbing Regulus' clit with the same pace until he's trembling everywhere with a third orgasm building up.
"My pretty, good boy," James says to him. "Coming again all for me."
"Fuck," Regulus moans, sinking deeper into James' ministrations.
"Say my name when you do it, love," James asks him. "Scream my name so your parents can hear the person who's corrupting their son."
"James," he repeats. "James. James. James."
And with his name on his lips, Regulus comes again, making a fucking mess.
When he tries to stop it because it's too much, too unbearable, James holds him down and doesn't stop finger fucking Regulus, until he's whimpering and tensing his body.
When he's finally dry, Regulus loses the strength in his body. He knows he'll get back to his feet in a few minutes, his body making itself again so Regulus is strong enough, and he faintly feels hungry for some blood.
James turns him around gently, his back now to the tomb, and Regulus can feel their mixed come running down to his thigh. He catches James watching the movement, dirtying his finger with the cum on his skin and tasting it in his mouth.
"Such a mess," he comments, looking fondly at Regulus.
"It's your fault," he comments.
"There's nothing more captivating than seeing my cum sliding down your pussy, love."
Regulus opens his legs so James can see it, the extension of Regulus' dirty mess. James smiles at him, supporting the teasing, and he kisses Regulus' stomach softly, licking Regulus' thigh to clean him up a bit, even if everything will slide out when he stands, wetting his panties.
When he's finished, James kisses his lips softly, the taste of their orgasms coating Regulus' tongue with the familiar taste of James. He has been kissing this man for more than a century, and he still wishes to kiss him every damn day. Regulus is not sure what spell James put on him, but it made Regulus yearn for him for eternity. It's his curse to bear.
"When are you going to marry me?" James asks him the same thing he has been asking for years and years.
Regulus likes how they are, he thinks that marriage will make James lose interest and he wants to keep James interested.
"Ask me again next time."
James smiles, shaking his head. "Stubborn asshole."
He gets up, dressing Regulus again while he doesn't move a muscle. "You forgot my panties."
"I'm taking those home with me," he tells him casually.
"You steal so many of them you're practically filling an entire drawer," he grumbles.
"It's for when you finally accept living with me," he pats the side of his hip lightly.
Regulus rolls his eyes, feeling his pussy wetting his trousers in a disgusting way.
"It looks like I pissed myself," he complains.
"It's not that bad," he says. "Just go fast and no one will notice."
Regulus sighs, getting up and feeling the cum running down, it's uncomfortable but also hot, to know that this is the proof of their profane act. James puts his trousers back on, and Regulus gets lost looking at the tombstone again. The white carnations lying just under their name.
Wherever they're, Regulus hopes they're suffering. It's what everyone who wanted to hurt James and take him out of Regulus deserves.
"Want to go to my place?" James asks him.
"Fine," Regulus finds himself saying. "Take me to your place."
Leaving his parents behind, but always, always following James Potter whenever he wants him to.