Damn The Hands That Tried to Dirty You

by Anonymous

Summary:

Sirius comes to fetch Regulus, but they spend time time reconnecting in one of Regulus favorite places.

Notes:

Thank you to the mods of this fest and also my beta for being the best. Thank you to the Catholic church for providing me a lifetime of guilt and a strange amount of memorized prayers.

 

“Hail Holy Queen, Mother of Mercy,” Regulus began the final prayer, thumbing over the next rosary bead. His eyes came to rest on the feet of Christ nailed to the cross. The nail piercing through his feet, holding him in place. To give your life for others sins, Regulus oddly understood that, but in a very different way. 

The sins of his brother fell at his feet once Sirius ran away, which was not what Sirius had intended. Regulus was forced to rise above any wrong step made by Sirius. You have to make up for the sins of your brother, Regulus. His sins are yours to repent now. That never made sense. Nor did their cruelty to Sirius in general. Aren’t you meant to love the sinner like Jesus did? 

Regulus went through the bible with a fine tooth comb in an attempt to justify his parent’s cruelty and high expectations. There was no verse that back it up. No priest could reconcile any sort of conclusion that satisfied him. The only thing he could rest on were his parents very flawed interpretations of the bible. Not that it mattered how they prayed, how they believed because no camel could fit through the eye of the needle that he knew of. Regulus refused to fall to the evils of power and money like his parents did.

Regulus closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything except for the memories of Sirius and his parents. That proved difficult when he knelt in the same place he did as a boy with his family. Where Sirius’ hand would brush his when they dropped from prayer. Where he wanted to lean into the heat of his brother’s body on cold mornings. Where he… Regulus shook his head to force himself to change the path of his thoughts.

Life became lonely quick as soon as Sirius left the false security of Black Hall. Not that Sirius fell out of contact with Regulus, no, they were in constant contact. He bought Regulus a phone so they could talk everyday. Sirius insisted on updating him at least once a day on anything that happened — especially if he was hurt. As good as it felt to talk to him any time he wanted (something he couldn’t even do when Sirius lived at home), his in-person presence was missed. So missed, the ceilings of the Black Hall felt too cavernous without him and Regulus felt so small.

Sirius held his hand. He kissed his cheek. He wrapped his arms around him. The touches that he’d been starved from by his parents were always given to him by his brother tenfold. He listened to anything Regulus had to say, never fighting with him once. Sirius took all punishments even if Regulus deserved them — when that happened Regulus always said extra Hail Marys and made sure to tell the truth in confession to Father Prewett.

It had been four years now since he had that anchor within physical reach. But now he’s 18, and he had intended to leave, but both the Black parents decided now was a good time to die. Regulus did mourn them. He prayed daily for their souls even though deep down he knew that St. Peter’s gates would not open for them. Even though he knew this, he still prayed, worried if he didn’t then his own soul would also be punished.

“Rosary, Reggie?” Sirius’ voice echoed off the vaulted stone ceiling of the Black’s small chapel.

“I didn’t know you were coming, we could have prayed it together.” Regulus stood, his heart thumping away against his ribs just at his brother’s voice in the same room as him. “When did you get here?” He turned to Sirius, who was much taller than he remembered. Even though he’d seen his face on video calls, he didn’t realize his height.

Sirius grinned as he ran down the aisle and threw his arms around Regulus. He immediately melted into his older brother’s arms where he always felt so safe. “Just got in. I couldn’t find you inside, so I knew where you’d be.”

“I missed you so much, doudou.”

“Oh, chouchou.” Sirius kissed the top of his head. “I missed you so much. I wish I could have brought you with me.”

“It’s okay. I knew you’d come back for me eventually.” Holding tight to Sirius’ leather jacket, Regulus breathed in his scent. Woodsy cologne mixed with cigarettes and something sweet like chocolate frosting. “Is Remus with you?”

“Nah, he’s back home. He said that we needed to have time together to reconnect properly. You’re moving in with us, so you’ll get to see your crush in no time.” Sirius teased, tilting Regulus’ head back so they were looking at each other eye to eye, before pressing a kiss to his forehead then his cheek then the corner of his mouth.

Regulus could feel his cheeks flush. “I don’t fancy Remus Lupin.” Maybe a little but he’d never go there with his brother’s boyfriend. That was definitely a commandment even Sirius would know.

“We could share.” Both of Sirius’ brows quirked up before letting Regulus go.

“Sirius!” Regulus knew the red in his cheeks deepened at the suggestion.

Thankfully his brother didn’t notice as he spun around and headed up towards the aspe. “What? You’re not cheating if I agree.”

Regulus felt his cock stirring. “Sirius, the commandments aren’t bendable.”

“Right, but darling chouchou, don’t you know there’s a better way to get closer to god than following those commandments?” He hopped up on to the marble altar under the aspe.

“By cheating!?” Regulus shouted then cringed as his voice echoed around them. He silently apologized then did the sign of the cross. Mother always insisted speaking too loud was disrespectful in any holy place.

Scoffing, Sirius shook his head. “No, by having good sex. Rem is really good at it. I’ve seen God multiple times.”

“Sirius.”

“Think about it. You could do it and not get off. If you get off then that’s when you sin,” Sirius reasoned.

Regulus furrowed his brow, coming to stand in front of Sirius. “How do you figure this?”

“Well there’s plenty of talk about men kissing each other in that thing.” Sirius gestured to the Bible on the lectern. “Corinthians 16:20: All the believers here send greetings. Greet one another with the kiss of peace.”

“Making out and — and doing things — are not the same as a kiss of peace.”

“Genesis 45:15: Then, still weeping, he embraced each of his brothers and kissed them. Even brothers kiss, Reggie. Like when Esau ran to meet his brother, and embraced him: and clasping him fast about the neck, and kissing him.”

Well that made things worse. “How do you remember those?” Regulus has read the Bible multiple times and couldn’t just pull out a verse from his brain.

“You know I’ve got a didactic memory.”

“For a terrible Catholic you’re a wealth of knowledge.” Regulus moved to sit next to him on the altar while he tried not to feel jealous of Sirius being able to access images of the Bible in his head.

“Look, if you don’t come then you’re denying yourself worldly pleasures which brings you closer to god. Not to mention Paul wrote about self discipline in Corinthians. I punish my body and enslave it, so that after proclaiming to others I myself should not be disqualified. The self discipline that you have to no let yourself be fully given into lust… I definitely could never do it but I know you can.”

This was probably some sort of test of temptation because Regulus was ready to give in. To let himself be tempted. “Or the self discipline is just not doing it at all. To get into heaven I have to stay pure until marriage.”

“Purity is simply a construct, chouchou. No one told us in the Bible exactly what we can’t do. Your self restraint being tested by one of the greatest worldly pleasures sounds like an excellent way to stay pure.”

Crossing his legs, Regulus shifted slightly closer to Sirius. “And I’d do this with Remus.”

Sirius’ hand reached over and rested on Regulus’ thigh. “I’ll show you first. It’d be better because you trust me and I’ll make sure you don’t come.”

If he held on to a live wire, this must be what it felt like. “I don’t know, Sirius.” His body certainly seemed to know as his trousers were starting to get uncomfortable. 

“I’ll pray with you afterwards. Plus I missed you so much, I just want to make you feel good because you deserve it. You spent so much time here alone. I want to remind you you’re loved.” The hand on Regulus’ thigh slowly moved in a circle for a moment before giving a squeeze. “We won’t do it though if you don’t want and I won’t even tease you about your little crush on Moony.”

Regulus bit the inside of his cheek, looking at Sirius. His grey eyes were wide and vulnerable. The thought of being so close to Sirius after being so far from him at the same time of being so close to God. “And Remus won’t be upset?”

A soft smile spread over his lips. “No, he knows.”

“He does?”

“Yes, I want to give you this… gift.” Sirius leaned forward and kissed the corner of Regulus’ lips. “I want you to be as close as you can get to God while I worship you because you’re so deserving,” he whispers, his lips grazing over Regulus’. Goosebumps spread over his arms even though he didn’t feel cold. In fact his face was hot. “You were in Eden, the garden of God…”

Regulus shifted so he was sitting with his legs bent and his body turned towards him. Grinning, both of Sirius’ hands came to rest on his shoulders. He wants all of Sirius and he feels greedy. Sirius is his and always has been. But he reminds himself not to be so gluttonous.

Sirius continued, “every precious stone was your covering, carnelian, chrysolite, and moonstone, beryl, onyx, and jasper, sapphire, turquoise, and emerald; and worked in gold were your settings and your engravings. On the day that you were created they were prepared.” One of Sirius’ hands slid up to the nape of Regulus’ neck as he kissed up his jaw.

“My anointed cherub.” A kiss to one corner of Regulus’ lips. “Perfect in thy ways.” A kiss to the other corner. “Thine heart was lifted up because of thy beauty.” A kiss to Regulus’ lips.

All of Regulus’ body is buzzing, as if he was being possessed but possession isn’t meant to feel like heaven. He’s light and giddy as Sirius deepens the kiss, his hand on the back of Regulus’ head. As they kissed, Sirius guided Regulus to lie back on the altar carefully. He was not sure if he felt sacrificial or holy just yet as Sirius started to kiss down his neck.

“Mmm, Sirius,” he let out a noise that surprised himself and Regulus could feel Sirius’ grin against his skin.

“You sound heavenly.”

“I missed you,” he said again as Sirius’ lips pressed to a ticklish spot on his neck. The feeling of lips there made him gasp.

“I’m here, I’m here. Don’t worry, I won’t leave you again.” Sirius pulls back and looks down at him. His eyes are wide and full of concern and pleading. “You are too good for this world, and I’d do anything for you. I want to make you feel as close to God as possible,” Sirius explained as one hand began to unbutton the top few buttons of his shirt.

“Can we pray? For a minute?” Regulus grabbed his hand.

“Of course, chouchou, anything you need.” Sirius brought Regulus’ hand up to his lips and kissed his knuckles. “Any prayer in mind?” His free hand came up to brush through his hair. 

“Hail Mary.” He shifts to reach for Sirius’ other hand.

***

Sirius spread his legs further apart as he looked down at Regulus on the marble altar. He felt the gaze  heating his cheeks as Sirius’ hands slid up Regulus’ calves. “Recite the Novena of  the Sacred Heart,” he pressed a kiss to Regulus’ knee. A ghost of a smile played on his lips.

How could he even think, let alone get through a full novena? He’s already so worked up and on edge. Fuck. “Oh my Jesus, you have— have— said: Truly I say to you, ask a—and you will receive, seek and you w—will find, knock and it will be opened to you. Behold I knock, I seek and ask for the grace of Si—Sirius Black,” he managed to say as Sirius’ tongue slid over the weeping head of Regulus’ cock then down the underside of his length.

“So good, Reggie, keep going. The first prayer is Our Father, right?” Sirius asked before taking Regulus into the wet heat of Sirius’ mouth.

“Ah — yes! Our Fa — father, who art in heaven, hallowed b—be thy name; thy kingdom come, thy w—will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” Regulus’ back arched as Sirius’ tongue moved against the head of his cock. “G—give us this day — day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into tempt—temptation, but deliver us from evil.”

A deep pull in his stomach and a twitch of his cock in Sirius’ mouth feels too close. Regulus curls his toes then all but grabs Sirius, hair. “Sirius! Ah, stop stop it’s too much.” 

His brother made a tutting sound as he pressed open mouth kisses up Regulus’ length. Even though the threat of imminent completion seemed to ebb, his body still shook with tremors.  

“Good job,” Sirius said then licked over the sensitive head.

A moan escaped his lips. “But you stopped.”

Regulus closed his eyes — where was he? Right, the Hail Mary.

Somehow the prayer spilled from his lips as Sirius feathered kisses to his inner thighs. When he went into Glory Be Sirius’ tongue slid over his balls then even lower…

If Regulus could have flushed more he would have in that moment as Sirius’ tongue traced a path to his entrance.  “Sirius.”

“Keep praying, chou chou.” Sirius looked up at him with dark eyes.

There couldn’t be any arguing with Sirius— there never was. So, Regulus continued through the Novena as Sirius’ mouth kept working between his cock, balls, and entrance. He wanted to feel dirty, instead he felt euphoric.

“I think you deserve a gift,” Sirius spoke softly.

Regulus squirmed, the nice cool marble feeling as hot as his bare skin. “Yes?”

“I’m going to fuck you.” Turning a head Sirius pressed a kiss to Regulus’ knee.

“Oh, please. Please.” His hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they twitched at the thought of Sirius inside of him.

“Of course.” Sirius winked before sliding off the altar then padding over to the box next to the tabernacle where the Holy Water is kept. “Well, holy water is good enough,” he declared after peering inside.

It felt as if Regulus blinked and Sirius appeared back between his legs. “Hands and knees.” He tapped Regulus’ thigh lightly.

The words took a moment to sink in but then Regulus rolled on his side and shifted up to his knees. When he leaned forward and put his weight on his arms, he noticed how they trembled. He didn’t have time to take a breath to get them to maybe stop because Sirius’ hot tongue slid down the cleft of his arse.

The electric energy running through his veins felt otherworldly. Maybe Sirius had been right? This could get him closer to God. By the time one of Sirius’ long, holy water slick fingers slid into him, he was already calling for God.

“Oh God, please,” Regulus moaned, pressing back against Sirius’ finger. Then he curled it just right and Regulus saw white. “Ah! Oh. Oh Jesus.”

Sirius hummed behind him, another finger easing in slowly as his tongue teased around Regulus’ hole. “You’re doing so good, Reggie. I’m so proud of you.”

Regulus’ toes curled as the fingers started to thrust easily. Between his legs, his cock ached to be touched, but he refused even when it twitched and drooled precome onto the marble altar.

“Are you ready Reggie?”

“Please, Sirius.”

“Good manners.” A kiss from Sirius’ soft lips pressed against the small of Regulus’ back.

“Lord give me the strength not to, not to come.” Regulus tilted his head to look at the marble crucifix that oversaw the small chapel.

“You can do it, you’ve a strong will,” Sirius said in a low voice then Regulus let out a moan at the blunt head of Sirius’ cock pressing against him.

“Yes, yes.” Regulus kept his eyes on the crucifix as Sirius sank into him. The stretch burning but not in an uncomfortable way. No, it feels amazing.

“Fuck.”

Fingers gripped his hips, short nails biting against the skin. Regulus lets out a funny sound when Sirius’ cock settled inside of him to the hilt. He feels so full, so satisfied. 

The satisfaction only grows when Sirius pulls nearly out of him then slamming into him again. The motion sent Regulus’ head spinning, which was inconvenient since Sirius repeated the motion again and again. The thrusts grew faster and less sharp with each passing moment.

He knew he grew closer to climaxing, he could just tell in some sort of instinct. Like his body had done this a million times before. Regulus wanted Sirius to keep coming though. The thrumming in his body felt intoxicating.

“Oh God,” Regulus let out a loud moan, his whole body tensing. He felt as if he would ascend any moment.

Sirius paused. “Breathe.”

Regulus did just that then Sirius gently pulled out. Before a complaint could form on his lips, Regulus found himself on his back again with Sirius straddling his chest. Looking up at his brother, Regulus thought he was more beautiful than he’d ever seen him before. A perfect angel.

“Close — close your eyes,” Sirius groaned as he started to stroke a hand over his own cock.

Regulus didn’t want to but listened anyway. His chest still heaved from the exertion, his own body still trembling, and his own cock laying heavily on his lower abdomen. But all became forgotten as Sirius’ swore and ropes of his hot come painted over Regulus’ cheeks and chin.

It became ever more tempting to open his eyes, but he didn’t until Sirius’ fingers took Regulus’ chin between his fingers. “A cherub,” he muttered when Regulus opened his eyes again.

Sirius’ flush had worked down his chest and sweat gathered on his brow. He was perfect.

A thumb swiped over Regulus’ chin then his cheeks before Sirius slid it between Regulus’ lips. “Communion.”

Regulus lapped at Sirius’ thumb, not breaking eye contact.

“Did you enjoy it?” Sirius asked, his thumb coming to trace over Regulus’ bottom lip.

“Yes, I — the best way to get closer to God.” Regulus bit his lip. “But can we pray again?”

“Delight in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart. Of course we can pray, chouchou.” Sirius shifted and took his hand. “What shall we start with?”