Chapter 1: Shipwreck
Chapter Text
Pirates! A Starcest Au
Chapter one- shipwreck
In the end, it wasn't a blade or a pistol that brought Regulus and Sirius black to their knees. It wasn't even a cannon, fired from an enemy ship. No, in a twist of ironic fate, it was the sea itself- which had saved them, saved him, so many years ago- that would be the black brothers’ doom.
All around them, foam tipped waves grew larger and larger then coming down like fists pummeling a helpless victim, each one as big as the ship itself, splashing over the deck and then tugging fiercely, trying to pull Regulus from where he clung to the wheel of the galleon. Above him, the heavens opened in an onslaught of rain, gushing down into him and soaking his clothes and hair even tighter to his wiry frame.
Regulus might have been concerned, at another time, with how the water made his shirt cling, how it accented the curves he despised- though it also showed things he loved about his body, like the strength of his arms and the thickness of his muscles, tones from working and living at sea- but in that moment he had larger concerns.
Before he'd left the hell hole of his childhood home, he could have never imagined simply not caring about his body. Now, though, after so many years at sea, so many wounds made and wounds healed, so much time being himself, he was finally free of that hatred.
Regulus smiled, a sardonic twist of his pale, thin lips. They were chapped, from the salt spray of the sea, and bleeding slightly, the taste like iron in his mouth. Free only to die, it seemed.
“Regulus!” Sirius's voice, and regulus snapped his head around, letting go of the wheel, then stumbling a bit before catching himself on the railing that surrounded the upper deck. “What the hell are you doing? You were supposed to be on the lifeboat!” Sirius continued.
Regulus smiled wider, looking up at his brother, the captain of their ship, where he clung to the ropes on the main mast, long dark hair plastered to his body by the pounding rain.
“No more room. I sent the crew first.” Regulus said, his expression sad but steely and resolved.
Sirius cursed loudly. “Reg, this isn't the time to be brave. It's the time to go-” he jumped down, grabbed his younger brother roughly by the arm, and tried to pull him towards the ship's edge, whilst clinging to the rigging with his other hand to keep from being knocked overboard.
Regulus laughed, a dark, angry laugh, but one with a sparkle of fond affection hidden like treasure within. “Oh, Sirius. Brother dearest, you didn't think I'd really leave you?” He grinned at his captain.
“I'll be right behind you,” Sirius said, but his eyes shifted down.
“You're lying. You'd rather die than leave the Black Dog, and we both know it.”
Regulus stepped closer, expertly keeping his footing on the rocking, swaying deck of the boat. “But, Siri- if you're going down, then I'm going with you.” Regulus would not be swayed on this point. He was not a brave man- not like Sirius, fierce and lion hearted- but he could be stubborn, when the occasion called. And he knew how to work his brother.
Sirius gasped softly at the childhood nickname.
The older boy moved his hand onto his brother's shoulder, squeezing gently, and Regulus cupped his jaw, sliding his thumb over a scar in his lip. Sirius had told the crew it came from a fight, and that was perhaps not untrue- but it had come from a different kind of fight. The kind a child faces, with harsh words and a mother's hand, with a ring breaking into your skin when she slapped you. Regulus growled at the memory.
Sirius smiled at him, soft as he only was for his Regulus. He knew where his brothers thoughts were going.
“We die free, reg,” Sirius whispered. Their eyes met-
A massive wave swooshed over the ship, rocking it, pounding against it. The boat rocked viciously, and Regulus stumbled backwards, then lurched violently forwards, crashing into Sirius like water against a cliff’s jagged edge.
Sirius caught him. Sirius caught him, like he always did, but the wave had been too much for the small pirate ship, and it was beginning to rip at the seams, to splinter apart.
“Fuck, Reggie, you need to go, now!” Sirius shreaked over the raging storm. Lightning split the sky, illuminating his wild hair and silver eyes.
“It's too late.” Regulus' voice was quiet as he stared searchingly at his big brother.
And then the ship broke in two, and they were plunging into the icy cold water below, bodies tangled with the rope and wood and wreckage of the storm, bent and bruised.
There was no light, no warmth, nothing to cling to, as Regulus sunk deeper.
For a moment, the life he might have had flashed before his eyes. Two paths that had diverged long ago- one where he stayed with his parents, and married some wealthy pompous fool to warm his bed, playing the part of a girl while the heart and soul of a boy withered within his trapped body.
And the life he did have. Living as his true self, with Sirius at his side, roaming the wild oceans and taking what they willed from who they willed.
In the first life, the one he might have had, he could've died of old age, body cared for but soul beaten and bruised, trapped in a life that was not his own.
In this life, he died with a body that was destroyed by the storm but with a soul that could never be caged.
He wouldn't have it any other way.
As he sunk into the cold embrace of the sea, a hand caught his- warm in the cold ocean, warm against his cold heart, warm-
Sirius and Regulus sunk into the ocean together, tangled up as one.
Chapter 2: Lagoon
Summary:
They wake up, stranded on an island
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Chapter two
Regulus awoke slowly. his body was stiff and sore, pain radiating in particular from his left side, where he'd hit the water going in. his lungs felt raw, like they'd been scraped out and hung to dry.
he rolled over onto his right from where he'd been lying on his back and coughed. Slowly, he peeled open his eyes, sand and salt gritty against the lids.
He saw bright blue sky, cloudless and clear. then, a face appeared from his periphery. silvery blue gray eyes, skin the same pale color as his own but burnt from long days in the sun, black hair clinging to a long neck, kohl smudged over his cheeks from where he'd been drenched in the waves.
tear tracks, running down his face, further ruining the makeup he'd been wearing.
“Sirius?” Regulus muttered in a rough, scratchy voice.
“Oh, god. you're alive. I thought- Fuck, reg, I thought you drowned-” Sirius was boardring on hystirical, and before regulus could reply, he was pulled up and squeezed into a bone-crushing hug.
“Gently, Siri,” he wheezed.
“Gently? I thought you were dead, and that's all you can say?” Sirius let out a bubble of laughter.
Regulus hummed, letting his body ease into Sirius, sighing softly at the feeling of being held.
Eventually, Sirius pulled back to cup Regulus’ face in his hands, studying him. Regulus managed a weak smile.
a thought occurred to him. “How did we survive? the last thing I remember-” He shuddered tat the recollection of plunging into icy water, deep down in Davy Jones's locker, a place they never should have been able to escape.
“I don't know. I remember the ship splitting open, and then- Well, I woke up here, a few minutes before you did.”
“Oh.” Regulus wracked his brain, searching his mind and memory, for an answer to how survived certain death, but nothing came to his weary, overheated mind. Finally, he said, “where is here, anyway?”
“I don't know. a beach- probably an island, of some kind. small enough that it's not on any of our maps.” Sirius sat back, and regulus instantly missed the close proximity.
The brothers glanced around, charting their surroundings. They were indeed on a beach, sandy and soft. In front of them lapped oce3an waves. to their left, rocky cliffs. to the right, the coastline continued, stretching into a gently curve. behind them, scraggly jungle. About them lay the scattered remains of their ship- splintered wood and broken glass, with a few bedraggled pieces of rope and crates of cargo.
“We should try and find water. Get out of the sun.” Sirius pushed himself to his feet, swaying slightly. He offered regulus a hand, and the shorter boy took it and tugged himself to his feet as well.
He stood, trying to feel the ground under him. After so long at sea, it was strange not to have the bucking, lapping weight of waves beneath his feet, and he staggered slightly.
Sirius caught him, pulling him in buy the waist, and regulus blushed, his flushed face growing even hotter as he looked up into those kind, silver eyes-
“Are you alright, darling?” Sirius asked, voice soft, and Regulus shut his eyes tightly, forcing down a whimper in his throat.
“I'm fine,” he gritted out, and pushed Sirius away. He turned around so he didn't see the hurt look in his brother's eyes. “We should grab anything of value before we move inland.”
A little while later, they had turned part of a torn sail into a kind of bag that they used to carry what they found- a few knives and a machete, some spare cloth, rope, some preserved fruit and meat in an oilcloth bag, and two bottles of rum that had survived in a packed crate.
By this point the sun had risen high in the sky, and both men were dizzy and sick with thirst and fatigue. they needed to find water, and fast.
Sirius led the way, swinging the machete at vines and branches to clear a path, while Regulus followed behind carrying the supplies.
Regulus felt weak and dizzy, but he kept his mouth shut, refusing to show weakness, even to Sirius. He simply gritted his teeth and continued pushing forward.
Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. The world blurred, then solidified to a single point of contact- his brother's boots matching in front of him. He zeroed in on the waterlogged black leather.
It was lucky they hadn't lost their shoes in the wreck, as the jungle floor was tangled at best and poisonous at worst. Still, his feet were hot and uncomfortable and felt stale within his sea boots.
Sweat slid down his spine, pooling at the base of his back and then dripping into his trousers. His nipples felt constricted and rubbed raw from the friction of their bindings, his breasts sore from being kept tied to the sides.
Sirius was breathing in labored, ragged pants. Regulus realized he was as well.
They didn't have much energy left in them before they collapsed from exhaustion.
They didn't have-
Regulus’ head jerked up. He could hear a faint sound, off to the right.
He bugged Sirius, too exhausted and dry mouthed to speak, and jerked his head in the direction. Sirius blinked slowly at him, then light and hope dawned in his eyes. He nodded briskly.
When they finally stumbled out into the clearing, the sight that met their eyes was beautiful. Not just water- a whole gorgeous lagoon. Cool, fresh water, with three waterfalls feeding into the pond at the base, and caves behind where they could set up camp. Fish could be seen swimming in the clear liquid, bright and colorful, and tropical birds chirped above them.
Regulus and Sirius shared one quick look of joy, then splashed forward into the water.
They drank, as slowly as they could force themselves to, of the sweet pure water. They splashed their faces, rugged off their boots and threw them at the shore, and dug their toes into the soft white sand.
Sirius laughed, spinning in the water, splashing a wave at regulus. Regulus splashed him back, laughing as well.
Both of them were delirious from thirst and heat and the joy of finding salvation in the water.
Sirius began to strip, first his shirt, then his trousers, baring his gorgeous body to the clear sky and stretching his arms in the dappled shade. He was tall and lean, with wild, untamed black curls flowing down his back, floating loose in the water as he flopped to lay on his back in the lagoon. He stretched out languidly.
Regulus’ gaze dipped lower, to his waist, to the deep v of his hips and the thin trail that led to-
“Stop acting like you've never seen me naked before, reg.” Sirius grinned at Regulus, who turned away, blushing furiously.
He had seen Sirius naked before- when they were children, when they'd been injured, when he'd walked in on one of Sirius’ many conquests in bed.
But not like this.
Not this joyful, innocent nakedness, as free as the garden of Eden.
“Strip, Reggie,” his brother ordered, voice casual. To his horror, regulus shivered fiercely at hearing that fall from Sirius lips, hearing him tell him to strip, and warmth pooled in his gut.
He turned slowly, pulling off his shirt, then slipping out of his pants. However, he left on the bindings on his chest and the scrap of fabric protecting his cunt.
He heard the water splash, felt it stir around his legs, as Sirius walked up behind him.
Careful hands came to lay on his shoulders. “Reg, you need to take this off.” A slim hand lowered to pull at the binding. Regulus jerked away.
“No.”
“Regulus.” Sirius’ voice was more determined now. “It's not safe.”
“Siri, i- you don't get it.” Regulus curled in on himself.
“I know, darling- but you'll hurt yourself. You could break a rib, for God's sake.”
Regulus knew his brother was right. Still, the idea of letting someone as beautiful, as masculine as Sirius see him, see the parts of his body that made his mind itch…
“Please? For me?” Sirius said softly.
And how could regulus refuse.
He turned around in his brother's arms.
Notes:
So, no smut- YET!! I PROMISE it's coming.
Chapter Text
Chapter three
soft, clever fingers pulled at the bindings, gently tugging the sweat-soaked bindings off as Regulus stood stock-still, refusing to let his body tremble. He gritted his teeth against the pain of the bindings being pulled off.
He gritted his teeth against the pain of having sirius so close, and yet so far-
Sirius gave a soft, sharp inhale of air when he saw the damage beneath the bindings.
Reguluis’ small breasts had been forced flat, sores developing beneath them, and the blood smeared over sirius’ fingers. His blood, the same blood that was running in sirius’ veins.
Regulus felt slightly dizzy- not from the sight of blood, he bled every month, and had seen more than his share of wounds and carnage- no, formidable pirate though he was, he felt dizzy from his brother's presence.
“Regulus.” Sirius murmured. “Sweet little star.”
Regulus broke.
He fell forward into his brother's arms, completely forgetting that they were both naked, and sobbed harshly. “It's gone,” he whispered. “Everything we worked for- the ship, the crew, and who knows if they survived- it's all destroyed. Fuck, the life we built- it was all taken away.” He pounded a fist into sirius’ shoulder, not hard enough to hurt him, and screamed, “It's not Fair!”
“I know, little star.” Sirius clutched him close, angling slightly so Regulus was pressed with his hips against sirius’ side and his chest against sirius’ shoulders. He bent down over his shorter brother, resting his head in Regulus’ chopped short curls, his own much longer hair falling in ringlets over them like a curtain. “I know, little star. I'm so, so sorry.”
“Not your fault,” Regulus gasped out. “But it's- it's too much. And my body…” He pressed closer, hiding his breasts in sirius’ strong chest, making it so he couldn't see the small cursed mounds.
“Fuck, reg, I’m sorry.”
“No, siri, I'm sorry. that ship- it was your dream, your freedom-”
Sirius tipped Regulus' chin back, looking him straight in the eyes, perfect mirrors of his own, matching, twins. “Listen to me, Regulus. You, you are my freedom. my dream. You, bring safe, and being able to live as your true self, was all I ever wanted. that’s why we left- not for some pirate fantasy, to live a swashbuckling life-” He smiled- “But so that we could be ourselves. safe, away from them.”
Regulus nodded.
“Now, let's get cleaned up, and find somewhere to set up camp. I don't know about you, but i have me a cravin’ for some tropical fish, eh?”
Regulus hiccuped out a half-sob, half-laugh at Sirius’ affected pirate voice. “Okay.
They climbed from the water, Sirius first, carelessly brave in his nakedness, and then regulus, blushing faintly and looking away from Sirius.
He'd seen nakedness before- living on a ship full of men, of course he'd seen them, changing or taking a piss or simply slipping in the nude.
but with sirius- it was different. especially when he himself was naked as well. It felt strangly intimate.
there was no one he trusted like this, but sirius. no one that he would let to see his body.
He couldn't imagine taking a lover- whether sexually or romantically, they would never measure up to the bond he shared with Sirius. they had been as one mind and one heart from the time they were children. Sirius was a year older than regulus, and regulus had never existed in a world without his brother. never wanted to.
he would burn the world down, swallow it in fire and storm, before he lost Sirius.
He'd come close to losing him, once.
there had been a boy. A friend, that Sirius had made in the navy prep school he attended while regulus was at home, learning to be the perfect little trophy.
His name was James potter. From a noble house, like Sirius. He was everything regulus wasn't- bold and brash and fiercely brave, and Sirius had tumbled head over heels into a friendship with him. He'd come home on weekends full of stories of James, full of little anecdotes and praise for his best friend.
Regulus hated him from the start. Didn't even need to meet him to know he would dspise
the other man.
so he arranged an- intervention.
It had been oh so easy to frame James for a series of misconduct- nothign major enough to get him huing, but certianly enough that he woudl be sent home in disgrace, banashed.
Sirius had been inconsolable, at first.
Untill James didn't write back. Didn't answer his letters.
Sirius didn't need to know that those letters- sent by both lovesick boys- had become kindling for Regulus' bedroom fire.
Was it wrong? Perhaps. Would he do it again? In a heartbeat.
Sirius was his and his alone.
Sirius snuck a glance, just briefly, as regulus emerged from the water, dripping and glistening, his pale, freckled skin permanently stained pink by the sun. Regulus preened under his brother's gaze.
Sirius thought he didn't notice- but oh, regulus loved for those stolen glaces, little looks.
And now that they were alone-
Sirius had never touched him, as much as regulus longed for it. But now, they might as well be the last two men alive. Stranded on this island, trapped in close proximity.
Regulus couldn't have hoped for better if he'd planned it himself.
He could feel, in the back of his mind, a warning. A canary call that mania was setting in, creeping into his mind.
He didn't listen.
Chapter 4: Feral
Summary:
Sirius pov.
Notes:
Tw for dubious consent!! They are drunk among other things . Spoilers in end notes
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Chapter four- feral
Sirius was worried. He knew his brother far too well, and Regulus crying, no matter the reason, never bode well. He rarely showed emotion, let alone broke down sobbing like he had.
As they set up camp, Sirius snuck glanced at the younger boy, careful to only look when he was sure regulus was distracted.
They'd gotten re-dressed, Sirius in a flowy deep red shirt and black breeches and Regulus in canvas pants and a green shirt that he draped carefully over his unbound breasts.
Sirius had worried there would be a fight, over that- but no, he hadn't needed to be firm, hadn't even needed to say a word. Regulus had dressed without so much as a glance at the bloody rags.
It scared Sirius a little, how Regulus could go from fits of anger or pained tears, to feeling seemingly nothing. Or worse, to feeling a giddy, almost manic joy.
Sirius never wanted to destroy regulus' happiness, crush him the way their parents had.
And yet, there was something desperate in his joy, something feral, like a smile was just another way of baring his teeth and snarling at the world.
Regulus had been through so much pain. From the abuse they'd suffered from their mother, the neglect and cold lack of love from their father, and from his own body, turned and used as an excuse to oppress him.
Regulus best over the fire they'd set up with what dry brush they could find on the tropical, storm soaked island. He blew carefully at the kindling in his hands, trying to strike sparks from rocks.
Sirius let his eyes trail over the sweet boy's curves, the slope of his waist.
Fucking stunning. But of course he was- he was Sirius' brother, after all, and a Black. They were all beautiful, in a highbrow, pedigreed way.
Inbred, of course, but that hardly mattered. They were the best. It only made sense they should love each other that way. At least, that was what their parents believed- not that their parents, who were cousins, loved each other at all.
Not the way Sirius loved Regulus.
He pushed the thought away harshly. He couldn't have him- he could only live from a distance. Regulus deserved better then a twisted love from his own older brother. He deserved better than the black family, with their twisted, incestuous emotions and dark fantasies.
"Sirius?" At the sound of Regulus' voice, Sirius realized he'd been zoned out, staring blankly at something innocuous.
Regulus gently rested a hand on his shoulder, then trailed it down, twisting slender fingers in the soft, sea salt worn material of Sirius' shirt.
Sirius smiled at him.
Regulus grinned back. All teeth.
They got the camp set up quickly- a shelter made with the spare sail canvas stretched between trees, a fire pit in the center to cook the tropical fish they caught easily with a net-trap fashioned from vines and saplings, and a firm rock on which to place coconuts that they then hacked free of their green outer shell and brown inner shell with the machete.
As night fell, Regulus grew continually more - affectionate, perhaps, was the word. They had passed around a bottle of the salvaged rum, and Regulus grew more physical with each sip, draping himself over his brother's lap where they sat in their makeshift enclosure.
It was a small space, so Sirius didn't read too much into the affection- though it was rare for regulus, even with him.
Perhaps it was the solitude - in front of their crew, regulus refused to show weakness. He rarely even drank, except behind the locked doors of the cabin when they were in port and most of the men were off boat whoring. Sirius was sometimes with him, then, but more often found himself in brothels and port towns and pubs, bedding a pretty girl or& what was far more common for him- a pretty boy.
Regulus never said much, when he returned from those trips. Sirius assumed it was envy- that he wished to bed someone as well.
Sirius had often suggested the idea of buying Regulus a whore, but the other boy had shot him down every time. Eventually, Sirius gave up.
Now, though, with his baby brother sprawled in his lap, hands tangling in his black curls, was a bad time to be thinking about whores.
Sirius' eyes flicked down the length of Regulus' body- he was shorter than his elder brother, but still quite tall, with a slim waist and a pert ass that was currently shoved against Sirius' outer thigh. His back arches slightly in this position, his shoulders resting on the inside of Sirius' other thigh and his head on the outside, half on Sirius and half on the ground.
He rolled slightly, legs splayed casually wide, pupils slightly blown from alcohol, and grinned up at Sirius.
"Something caught your eye, Siri?"
Sirius felt heat rush to his face and, to his embarrassment, pool in his gut.
Regulus chuckled breathily. "Aww, siri, don't be embarrassed. You like what you see, it's only natural."
That was when Sirius realized, to his horror, that without his alcohol -fuzzy brain noticing, his cock had begun to harden.
He was now at half mast, and regulus, from his position in Sirius' lap, could feel it.
Regulus' silver gray eyes met Sirius' blue gray ones. He held eye contact as he took the palm of his delicate hand, hardened and calloused from life at see but still slim and lovely, and ground the palm against Sirius' erection through his trousers.
Sirius moaned. No, he keened. High and full of pleasure at the touch.
It has been months since he'd- relived himself, caught up in the duties of the ship and bunking in the barracks with the other sailors. Perhaps he could have pulled one out quickly in the privacy of the dark, but most nights, Sirius fell into a deep sleep the second he stumbled into his hammock.
Now, though, here on a secluded island, with his beautiful brother's hand on his cock- he was wide awake.
Regulus slowly pulled his lower lip into his own mouth, teeth sharp around the edge. He grinned wildly at the list that was surely written all over Sirius' face.
Fuck. This was wrong, so wring-
"Sirius. Do you want something?" Regulus purred, as satisfied as a cat with a mouse trapped in its jaws.
God help him, how Sirius wanted.
"No," he gasped.
Another slow grind. "I think you do, siri," Regulus hummed, watching him intently. "I think you're getting hard for me."
"It's just- been a while. That's all." Sirius gasped out.
He regretted it the moment he saw the hurt flash through Regulus' eyes.
And then clever fingers were unlacing his breeches, and he tried to lift his hand to stop his brother, but Regulus grabbed both his wrists with his left hand and shoved them up above his head while he squeezed almost painfully at Sirius cock with his right hand.
Sirius almost screamed in his moan, arching up and trying to pull back at the same time as Regulus stroked his length.
"I want you, Sirius," Regulus growled, and oh- that did things to him. "I'm sick of waiting. I want to fuck my virgin hole on your cock, and I want to fill myself up with your seed. Now, are you going to be a good boy and let me-" he caught Sirius' chin, letting go of his wrists- "or do I need to tie you up?"
Sirius hand flew to grasp the hand under his chin. With his other hand, he grabbed his brother by his curls. But instead of pushing him away, Sirius pulled him into a wet, messy, moaning kiss.
"I'll be good," he gasped.
And Regulus grinned. Fierce. Feral. Fucking hot.
"Good boy."
Notes:
Sirius wants this but says no, and while we can see Sirius inner monologue, regulus can't. Just a reminder, that is NOT consent. Wanting something doesn't mean consenting.
Chapter 5: Taken
Summary:
Pure hot smut (plus a lil something at the end)
Notes:
Short chapter today! But y'all horny bastards should enjoy this one
Chapter Text
Chapter five
Regulus was buzzing. Adrenaline flooded his body, mixing hot with the arousal pooling in his gut, as he straddled his brother's hips and ground the wet space between his own thighs down.
His brother.
His.
Fuck, he was going to take Sirius so fucking deep inside him, make sure the man never sought pleasure elsewhere ever again. Sirius was his.
Regulus felt empty, and he moaned at the thought of being full, as he stroked Sirius with his right hand, the left still grasping at Sirius face. He moved it up to tangle in the long black hair.
Sirius gripped him back, one hand in Regulus' hair, the other going to land in his waist, caressing, squeezing, groping.
Their mouths were so close, not yet kissing but sharing the same air. Then, sirius surged forward again, pressing his mouth wildly against regulus lips.
He was almost shy with his desire, close mouthed kisses and soft moans.
That wouldn't do.
Regulus didn't want soft. He wanted the wild, untamed lover he knew Sirius could be.
Skyly, regulus twisted his hand and slipped out his tounge into Sirius mouth at the same time.
Sirius- he went fucking feral. He lost control, then.
"God, you fucking tease-" he growled, before shoving Regulus off his lap. A split second later, before regulus even had time to worry, he was on top of the smaller boy, arms caging him into the dirt, spreading his thighs open with his own hips, pushing up against him.
"Fuck yeah," Regulus gasped.
"God, Regulus, do you know what you do to me? All the times I felt like shit for just looking, and now, here I am, about to take." Sirius was babbling, eyes blown wide from desire.
"Mmm, siri," Regulus moaned.
And then fingers were being shoved into his wet cunt- merciless and slippery from the arousal pooling there- one, two, three fingers, far more then he ever used on himself, stretching him open. Sirius thumb moved to massage his nub, the little pleasure spot on top, and regulus threw his head back, moaning and arching his back. He was unsure if he was trying to squirm away or press up, the pleasure overwhelming in the best way.
"Fuck, yeah, little slut-" Sirius gasped out, officially loosing control of his own words- "my baby brother, a little minx. This is what you wanted, isn't it? But no- this is what you want." He fisted his cock, getting it slick with Regulus' juices, and then-
First the head was pushed in, blunt and round, then the silky smooth bulk of the rest of it, stretching and filling him, making him clench down, and Sirius grabbed him by the hips as the older boy bottomed out within him, making him stay, pinning him down, and regulus almost screamed from pleasure.
Then he did scream, as Sirius pulled out and pushed back in to the hilt.
"Fuck, fuck, siri, fuck, please-" regulus gasped, anywhere if his incoherent words were a plea for less or for more.
"God, you feel so fucking good. This is what you wanted, baby," Sirius taunted him, slamming his hips against a spot that had regulus arching his back and tensing his ass. "This is what my little slut brother needed."
It was the words, the casual reference to their relationship, that had regulus spiraling over the edge into the most intense orgasm of his life, burning through him and pulsating in his cunt.
Sirius wasn't far behind, his own orgasm shooting hot ropes of cum deep inside Regulus, over and over, until regulus was screaming again from the over stimulation.
And then, it was over.
Sirius collapsed, sweaty and worn, onto regulus. He didn't pull his rapidly softening cock free, not yet, instead gathering regulus into his arms and planting soft kisses over his face and hair, murmuring praise- "you did so good, darling. So good for me."
Regulus let out a little laugh, voice horse from screaming, and asked, "are you this sappy with all your lovers, Sirius?"
Sirius pulled away, and with a firm look, he told regulus, "reg, you are not all my lovers."
Regulus felt his heart dip-
Until Sirius continued, "you are my baby brother, who I love more than anything in this world. You are the air in my lungs and the beat of my heart. You are my love."
Regulus gasped. "Siri…"
Sirius looked worried. "Too much?"
Regulus pulled him into a bruising kiss.
Chapter 6: Captured
Summary:
End of part one, and the intro of James and remus
Chapter Text
Chapter six- captured
Regulus awoke slowly. He pealed open his eyes, lids stiff and crusty, and scrubbed at them with the palm of his hand.
The morning sun was high above the clearing where he lay, and the colorful birds were fluttering in the treetops. soft birdsong filled the air, carried on a pleasently cool breeze to offset the warmth of the day.
Regulus sat up. It had rained, the night before, but he and his brother had stayed mostly dry in their enclosure, protected by the oiled canvas they'd stolen from the wreckage of their ship.
Regulus stretched, relaxed, and rolled over. He felt sore from the night before- they hadn't stopped after one round- but in a pleasant way. he glanced at the spot next to him, but Sirius wasn't there.
Hmm. Odd.
Throughout the last two weeks, Sirius had slept beside him every night, cradling the smaller boy in his arms and softly waking him in the morning with kisses.
"Siri?" He called out, voice grumbling from sleep.
No reply.
Suddenly concerned, Regulus pushed himself up to his feet. He was still only half dressed, wearing nothing more than Sirius' shirt and his own undergarments.
He glanced down at his stomach and felt a pang of uncertainty. He still hasn't told Sirius the news- he was a week late for his cycle. And a few days ago, he'd started morning sickness.
Part of him, of course, was horrified that his body carried the offspring of his brother.
But at the same time… the mark of Sirius' love, filling him, claiming him… something about it made him tingle from head to toe.
He wandered up to the edge of the water, growing increasingly concerned. Still, no Sirius.
Where could he be, Regulus thought.
He heard a noise, and relief flooded his veins as he spun around with a smile. "Sirius-"
But the man standing there was not his lover.
He was tall, and lean, covered in scars, with one cutting across his eye and one in his upper lip. He held a gun, and he wore-
The uniform of an officer of the British navy.
Fuck. Fuck-
"Hands up. Now." The man barked in a gravely voice.
Regulus slowly put his hands in the air. "Where's Sirius?" He asked, trying desperately to stay calm.
"The infamous pirate Sirius Black is in the custody of Admiral Potter. And I assume you're Regulus black?" The man raised a sarcastic eyebrow. "You're… smaller than I expected."
That rankled. Regulus was about to snap back, but he remembered his- predicament - and a hand curled protectively around his stomach.
"Come with me," the man ordered, gesturing his gun. "James will want you alive, but try anything and I won't hesitate to shoot.
That's when it clicked.
Potter. James. James potter.
James, Sirius' childhood friend, was the one who had captured them?
Fuck.
Regulus was in so much trouble. This couldn't end well for anyone.
"Do I at least get to know the name of my brave capturer, who took in an unarmed and half naked man?" Regulus said sarcastically.
The man looked sideways at him. "My name is Remus, but you can call me officer Lupin. And if you're trying to get a rise out of me, it won't work."
Regulus bit back yet another retort.
The officer- Remus- prodded him in the back with the gun, urging him forward.
Regulus stumbled, and his shirt slipped down, showing one bare breast.
Remus stopped dead in shock. "You're a-"
"Don't say it. I'm not." Regulus spat. "This unfortunate body means nothing, and I swear, if you try to- to take advantage of me, I'll-
Remus snapped his mouth shut, staring at a furiously blushing regulus.
Then he shook his head, muttered something, and bugged him forward, gentler this time.
They walked for a bit in silence.
When they got closer to the shore, Remus grabbed his arm to stop him. Regulus jerked away, eyes wide, but Remus' gaze wasn't lustful- it was worried.
"Take this." He emptied a pouch at his side and pulled out bandages. "Bind yourself. No one- no one can know. They'd do unspeakable things-"
"Why do you care?" Regulus spat the words with venom.
Remus leveled a cool look at him. "We've all got our secrets. Now, get dressed, and I'll take you to the admiral - and your brother."
End of part one
Notes:
Hehe cliffhanger!!