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Fic: Torn Asunder (1/?, Remus/Sirius, Sirius/Regulus, NC17)
Title: Torn Asunder (Part 1/?)
Pairing: Sirius/Regulus, existing Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 2,877
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Confused consent migrating to dub-con, cheating on an established relationship, dirtytalk, BDSM, and incest.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Harry Potter universe, let alone Sirius, Remus, or Regulus. J. K. Rowling still owns all of those men and until I get a letter from her saying otherwise, I have to content myself to simply borrowing them every once in a while.
Summary: Regulus watches his brother and Remus from the sidelines, waiting for a chance to show his brother what he really is. He's a Black and because of that he doesn't belong to any Gryffindor - he belongs to them. Regulus is going to make sure Sirius knows it.
Author's Notes: I've never before actually written a *planned* multi-part fic, so this is something new. Comments, crits, and suggestions welcome as always! And uh...well, this is certianly something different for me.
Torn Asunder
Part 1
They were at it again, he noted with disgust. Groping and kissing, hidden away from every eye of the world except his because, as always, he was watching for him. He was watching them both, wishing that it was his hands running through the silken strands of his brother's hair, his eyes staring directly into Sirius' and sharing the same air with him. He was wishing that it was his body shoving the normally dominant Pureblood flush against the wall, pushing him back hard enough that he knew Sirius would feel the outlines of each and every stone through his outer robes and sweater. He wanted those to be his fingers curling around each of Sirius' thin wrists and holding them above his head, his leg forcing Sirius' thighs apart.
He was the one who deserved to be making Sirius flush, that perfect alabaster skin tinging crimson even though it was that half-blooded gutter-trash touching him. He should be the one who could lean in close, his lips less than a centimeter from that sensitive shell of Sirius' ear, and whisper just how fuckable Sirius looked. He should be the only one allowed to tell him helpless he was, panting like a common whore while pinned against a wall by a man so deceptively smaller than himself. That disgusting little Gryffindor - one of that whole crowd which had taken Sirius away from him day by day until he wasn't even a Black anymore - was the one who covered Sirius' mouth with his own when he couldn't take the teasing any longer and crumbled into a moan, Regulus reading the way his arms tried to shift to twist out of Remus' grasp and he knew that those signs meant his beloved brother was at the edge of his limits.
And then that perfect little Prefect boyfriend of his had to run off just as Regulus knew he would, because it was time for him to go on his patrol through the fourth level classrooms and hallways. And Sirius sagged against the wall, his arms still above his head since he hadn’t yet let them drop down to his sides, and Regulus moved. He slipped from the shadows and, while Sirius still was trying to catch his breath with his eyes closed, whispered a spell which wrapped around Sirius' head, sinking in without a warning.
He'd had enough - enough of watching them together, knowing that Sirius knew he was watching them, and not being able to return the favour to his brother. Now he would take what he wanted because this time Sirius wouldn't want to fight him off; Sirius would melt into his kisses more readily than he'd ever done before he hooked up with the halfblood because this time Sirius wouldn't know it was him. His foolish brother never paid enough attention in charms to know how to counter a See-What-You-Want spell. It wasn't as perfect as polyjuice potion but for some reason Remus was careful about leaving enough of himself around to make a good batch.
Maybe he knew what Regulus wanted, since it was the same thing Remus had taken from him. But if he knew just how badly Regulus wanted his brother, he'd never have left him alone. He'd never have left him hard and needy, slowly letting his arms relax now that he could move them again. This would be risky - the first insinuation of himself into Remus' place - he had to guess what the Gryffindor had said to him.
"I thought I told you to leave your arms up, love," Regulus said quietly, allowing Sirius to see him as he walked back to him again. And he had the satisfaction of watching Sirius swallow quickly, his breath coming faster in reaction to that soft tone and the predatory way Regulus was walking towards him. This time it was his fingers wrapping around first one of Sirius' wrists and then the other, gently lifting them back up above his head in a slow and lazy fashion. "I thought I told you I wanted you to stay there, waiting for me, because I'd be back." He watched Sirius carefully because now would tell him if the ruse was going to hold or not, if the spell was going to persist or be fought off by Sirius' own mind.
Sirius squirmed under his grip, breath catching before he managed to get out a single word until he got himself under control. "I th-thought you were-" Sirius stammered out an excuse, something about patrols and the dorm and Regulus let him, his expression mildly amused.
Regulus wanted to show a pleased smile but the expression wasn't one he'd ever seen on Remus' face so he couldn't risk it. How completely quaint that the little toad of a Gryffindor who'd taken his brother's affections had a domineering side which could subvert Sirius' own nature - he could get Sirius to whimper and plead, rock-hard in his trousers and powerless to do anything about it. And thanks to that little piece of information, Regulus could move forward with his plans. Interrupting Sirius mid-stream, Regulus clucked his tongue. "Now, now love...when I tell you something and you promise me you'll do it, I expect you to keep your word. No doubt about it, I'll just need to make sure you listen to me." And then he pulled Sirius off from against the wall, a searing kiss against his lips before he directed the obedient little Black to turn around, face against the wall.
"If I asked you to stay here," Regulus said against his brother's ear, feeling Sirius shiver against his body and clench his jaw closed tightly, "Would you listen to me?" This was heaven, the forbidden garden of Muggle Eden with Sirius' arse pressing against his hard cock and rubbing the fabric of his trousers with every last breath he took. Even if Sirius said he would stay exactly where he left him - which he was promising, his voice breaking with half-suppressed moans as Regulus nuzzled his hair and breathed hot air against his skin - he wouldn't let his brother move. "I wish I could say I believed you love," he continued, when Sirius started to repeat himself about how he'd stay still if Remus just asked him too, "but with your recent behaviour, I can't say I do." And to prove his point, Regulus pressed his cock against Sirius' arse, his brother letting him go so far as to push his own cock against the wall.
"You see," Regulus tightened his grip on Sirius' hands as the Gryffindor tried to wrench his arms free again, "I just can't trust you on this. But don't worry lover, I've got a solution." The spell had taken him a little bit of time to find, of course, but once he said it the result was plain - the stones around Sirius' wrists melted, Regulus removing his hands as the stone wrapped around those wrists like manacles. Sirius could tug and pull all he wanted - which he did as soon as the feeling of cold stone penetrated that lust-created cloud around his brain - but until Regulus let him go, he was going to stay. He was firmly shackled to the wall, arse so slightly but perfectly thrust out so that it was just right for Regulus to fuck, and he was helpless.
More interesting than that though, Regulus decided, was the way Sirius was taking it. He wasn't protesting loudly like he used to, growling and violently willing to hurt anything and everything around himself to get free - oh no, Sirius was curling his fingers in to his palms, his breath still coming shallow and fast. He was still painfully tight in his trousers and he was begging for Remus to do something to him.
Remus wouldn't, Regulus mentally told his brother, but he would see to everything his older brother needed. He, not Remus, was the one who drew a single finger down the centre of Sirius' back and chuckled as he squirmed. He was the one who reached around his brother's surprisingly slim waist to undo his belt, one palm roughly cupping his brother's cock. He, Regulus, was the one who heard Sirius beg again, heard his oh-so-proud brother reduced to asking his lover to touch him again, to do something more than tease because he was so close. And now he was going to be the one to change the game again.
"Oh no love," Regulus' voice sounded more like his own now, less like the filthy little halfblood he had to pretend to be, "Oh no - none of that. None of that at all my dear little brother," Regulus was so pleased - he slipped that in without a ripple, Sirius past sensibly listening to anything so it went unnoticed - with his brother. "Absolutely perfect like this," he crooned softer, his fingers finding the outline of Sirius' cock and stroking just along the edges of the fabric. "Not quite so proud any more, are we? Now you're not, Sirius - now you're just a fuckable little toy, aren't you?"
Sirius started to tense under him and Regulus chuckled again, his voice once more that amiable mixture of tones which marked Remus' voice. "You're mine, Sirius," he whispered still, waiting for Sirius to relax again like the good little boy he was. "Mine and no one else's..." Oh yes, he knew Remus said that to his brother - Remus promised Sirius that he was loved for whoever he was but Regulus was going to destroy that now. He was going to make it so that Sirius would know who he really belonged to - he was a Black and because of that he belonged to his own family. He was Bellatrix's little toy, he was Narcissa's favourite dominating fuck, and he was his in every way imaginable.
"Not James'," Regulus breathed against his brother's neck, pulling the belt free from the belt loops and letting it drop to the ground unfettered, "And not Peter's." Flicking the button on the top of his trousers open, Regulus bit his own lip as he dove his hand under the waistband of Sirius' trousers, Sirius groaning out Remus' name as he did it. "And you're not his either," he murmured, speaking the words against Sirius' very skin as if that would make them stick any more permanently. "You're mine brother dearest," even though he could feel Sirius try to not react Regulus had his hand around his cock and when he knew exactly how to stroke it right, how could he not force another groan from Sirius' lips?
"You want this, you know," Now he was only Regulus, endearingly-sweet silver eyes narrowed to pleased half-slits as he watched the way Sirius' body strained to get away and, at the same time, move into his grip. "I can tell from the way you're just panting for me, the way you're almost ready to beg even though you know it's me because you can only take so much - right now it doesn't matter that I'm your little snake of a brother, does it?" While he was talking Regulus helped Sirius' condition even more by removing the obstacle his trousers and pants embodied, the clothing pooling around his ankles and spilling to the floor. "You want me to keep my hand wrapped around your prick and you're quivering against me because you want me to fuck your arse-"
Sirius groaned again, the sound stifled as he tried to wrest control of the situation - of himself - away from Regulus; Regulus clamped his hand tightly around the base of Sirius' cock when he got no other sound from the boy, his voice challenging instead of tender. "Admit it, lover, or I'll leave you here like the little slut you are. I'll leave your cock hard and aching, your hands chained to the wall and your tight little arse exposed for anyone to come by and take it. Maybe you want that, Sirius? Maybe you want to be used, shackled to this wall right here and fucked long and light or fast and hard by anyone who wants a piece of you?" Regulus tsked under his breath at the naughty suggestion.
"Piss off, you sadistic little fuck," Sirius hissed, some of the first words he'd said since Regulus had clued him in to his identity. Now he was that ball of spitting fury Regulus remembered, violently trying so hard to get free and failing - and then stopping the efforts altogether when Regulus circled his thumb over the leaking head of his prick. "You little..." Sirius' voice dropped off into a whisper as he found his body pleading, hoping Regulus never heard the 'Merlin, please' those hands of his were drawing out of him.
"So what do you want, Sirius?" Regulus had moved his second hand - it was cold, slick, sliding against his skin like a blessing - to start a downward path between his arse cheeks, drops of something smooth falling onto his skin before being rubbed in by too-talented fingers. When Sirius tried to form a rebuttal, to tell Regulus to leave him alone and get off of him, his brother slid one slick finger inside.
"Oh yes..." Remus was never like this, was never one to tease for this long. Remus would be moving that finger of his in and out now, stretching him just as soon as Sirius had given in to the inevitable loss of his struggle for dominance. Regulus wasn't doing that though - he was keeping the slick digit perfectly still, his other hand still wrapped around his cock and not letting so much as a twitch of flesh give him relief. Remus would never whisper another spell, which Regulus did, Sirius feeling snakes twist around his ankles and legs until his body was bound, arms pulled sharply above his head by the stones and legs spread widely, tugged further and further apart until he could feel a rush of air between the cleft of his arse, the only shelter given by Regulus' hand.
"Come on brother," Regulus taunted coldly, scraping the nail against the tender walls of Sirius' anus until he was rewarded by a half-groan, half-yell of 'please' from his brother. "Tell me what you want. Tell me what we both know you want." Almost painfully Regulus was pushing and pulling his digit around inside of Sirius, twisting and poking until Sirius was letting out a string of confused sounds, his body losing the line momentarily between pain and pleasure. "Let me hear you say you want me to fuck you raw, Sirius, and I'll let you go. Let me hear you tell me the truth brother, and I'll leave you alone again." He continued to slide a finger in and out, turning the motions into less torment and more reward once Sirius' voice started to whisper softly in agreement.
Almost... "Come on Sirius," Regulus stroked Sirius' cock now, smiling as Sirius lost more of his composure and whispered not Remus' name but his. "If you want something, brother-dearest, you need to go after it. The first step, you see, is admitting it."
Grunts and groans - would Sirius break, just the tiniest bit? Enough so that he could worm his way between him and his lover easily? Come on brother...say it - say it, it becomes true. Nothing could be betrayed by his body so Regulus continued to easily pump his finger inside his brother's arse, feeling it loosen, and then Sirius started to speak.
"O-oh gods...fuck, Re-regulus-!" He was shaking, Regulus could feel the tremors through his arms and legs, the way his arse tightened reflexively around his finger that kept moving. "Oh g-gods, Regulus - f-fuck m-me, p-please just fuck me, please Regulus," the litany went on, Regulus crooning softly without any words now - none were needed, just a continuation of the feelings he could create in his brother like a musician and notes on a page. He played Sirius until he was sobbing for more from him, until his body tensed one last time and then shuddered, feeling Sirius' cock spurt into his hand, staining the wall.
First Regulus released the spell on Sirius' legs, still moving his finger effortlessly in Sirius' anus. Kissing the back of Sirius' head, Regulus leaned in again close to his ear, one last time, licking his lips. "Do you understand yet, Sirius?" He timed the last spell - the one binding Sirius' hands to the wall - to release in a few minutes, turning Sirius' head to kiss him just as the first tear fell from his eyes. "Now you need only go after what you want," Regulus said in parting, tongue licking up one salty trail of tears before callously letting Sirius face the wall again, trousers nothing more than a spunk-riddled pile at his feet. As he walked away he knew Sirius would eventually pull his clothes back on, the shock of what had happened sinking through his brain already.
And then? Regulus found himself whistling softly, lips turning into a smile as he walked into the Slytherin Commons.
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Pairing: Sirius/Regulus, existing Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 2,877
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Confused consent migrating to dub-con, cheating on an established relationship, dirtytalk, BDSM, and incest.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Harry Potter universe, let alone Sirius, Remus, or Regulus. J. K. Rowling still owns all of those men and until I get a letter from her saying otherwise, I have to content myself to simply borrowing them every once in a while.
Summary: Regulus watches his brother and Remus from the sidelines, waiting for a chance to show his brother what he really is. He's a Black and because of that he doesn't belong to any Gryffindor - he belongs to them. Regulus is going to make sure Sirius knows it.
Author's Notes: I've never before actually written a *planned* multi-part fic, so this is something new. Comments, crits, and suggestions welcome as always! And uh...well, this is certianly something different for me.
Torn Asunder
Part 1
They were at it again, he noted with disgust. Groping and kissing, hidden away from every eye of the world except his because, as always, he was watching for him. He was watching them both, wishing that it was his hands running through the silken strands of his brother's hair, his eyes staring directly into Sirius' and sharing the same air with him. He was wishing that it was his body shoving the normally dominant Pureblood flush against the wall, pushing him back hard enough that he knew Sirius would feel the outlines of each and every stone through his outer robes and sweater. He wanted those to be his fingers curling around each of Sirius' thin wrists and holding them above his head, his leg forcing Sirius' thighs apart.
He was the one who deserved to be making Sirius flush, that perfect alabaster skin tinging crimson even though it was that half-blooded gutter-trash touching him. He should be the one who could lean in close, his lips less than a centimeter from that sensitive shell of Sirius' ear, and whisper just how fuckable Sirius looked. He should be the only one allowed to tell him helpless he was, panting like a common whore while pinned against a wall by a man so deceptively smaller than himself. That disgusting little Gryffindor - one of that whole crowd which had taken Sirius away from him day by day until he wasn't even a Black anymore - was the one who covered Sirius' mouth with his own when he couldn't take the teasing any longer and crumbled into a moan, Regulus reading the way his arms tried to shift to twist out of Remus' grasp and he knew that those signs meant his beloved brother was at the edge of his limits.
And then that perfect little Prefect boyfriend of his had to run off just as Regulus knew he would, because it was time for him to go on his patrol through the fourth level classrooms and hallways. And Sirius sagged against the wall, his arms still above his head since he hadn’t yet let them drop down to his sides, and Regulus moved. He slipped from the shadows and, while Sirius still was trying to catch his breath with his eyes closed, whispered a spell which wrapped around Sirius' head, sinking in without a warning.
He'd had enough - enough of watching them together, knowing that Sirius knew he was watching them, and not being able to return the favour to his brother. Now he would take what he wanted because this time Sirius wouldn't want to fight him off; Sirius would melt into his kisses more readily than he'd ever done before he hooked up with the halfblood because this time Sirius wouldn't know it was him. His foolish brother never paid enough attention in charms to know how to counter a See-What-You-Want spell. It wasn't as perfect as polyjuice potion but for some reason Remus was careful about leaving enough of himself around to make a good batch.
Maybe he knew what Regulus wanted, since it was the same thing Remus had taken from him. But if he knew just how badly Regulus wanted his brother, he'd never have left him alone. He'd never have left him hard and needy, slowly letting his arms relax now that he could move them again. This would be risky - the first insinuation of himself into Remus' place - he had to guess what the Gryffindor had said to him.
"I thought I told you to leave your arms up, love," Regulus said quietly, allowing Sirius to see him as he walked back to him again. And he had the satisfaction of watching Sirius swallow quickly, his breath coming faster in reaction to that soft tone and the predatory way Regulus was walking towards him. This time it was his fingers wrapping around first one of Sirius' wrists and then the other, gently lifting them back up above his head in a slow and lazy fashion. "I thought I told you I wanted you to stay there, waiting for me, because I'd be back." He watched Sirius carefully because now would tell him if the ruse was going to hold or not, if the spell was going to persist or be fought off by Sirius' own mind.
Sirius squirmed under his grip, breath catching before he managed to get out a single word until he got himself under control. "I th-thought you were-" Sirius stammered out an excuse, something about patrols and the dorm and Regulus let him, his expression mildly amused.
Regulus wanted to show a pleased smile but the expression wasn't one he'd ever seen on Remus' face so he couldn't risk it. How completely quaint that the little toad of a Gryffindor who'd taken his brother's affections had a domineering side which could subvert Sirius' own nature - he could get Sirius to whimper and plead, rock-hard in his trousers and powerless to do anything about it. And thanks to that little piece of information, Regulus could move forward with his plans. Interrupting Sirius mid-stream, Regulus clucked his tongue. "Now, now love...when I tell you something and you promise me you'll do it, I expect you to keep your word. No doubt about it, I'll just need to make sure you listen to me." And then he pulled Sirius off from against the wall, a searing kiss against his lips before he directed the obedient little Black to turn around, face against the wall.
"If I asked you to stay here," Regulus said against his brother's ear, feeling Sirius shiver against his body and clench his jaw closed tightly, "Would you listen to me?" This was heaven, the forbidden garden of Muggle Eden with Sirius' arse pressing against his hard cock and rubbing the fabric of his trousers with every last breath he took. Even if Sirius said he would stay exactly where he left him - which he was promising, his voice breaking with half-suppressed moans as Regulus nuzzled his hair and breathed hot air against his skin - he wouldn't let his brother move. "I wish I could say I believed you love," he continued, when Sirius started to repeat himself about how he'd stay still if Remus just asked him too, "but with your recent behaviour, I can't say I do." And to prove his point, Regulus pressed his cock against Sirius' arse, his brother letting him go so far as to push his own cock against the wall.
"You see," Regulus tightened his grip on Sirius' hands as the Gryffindor tried to wrench his arms free again, "I just can't trust you on this. But don't worry lover, I've got a solution." The spell had taken him a little bit of time to find, of course, but once he said it the result was plain - the stones around Sirius' wrists melted, Regulus removing his hands as the stone wrapped around those wrists like manacles. Sirius could tug and pull all he wanted - which he did as soon as the feeling of cold stone penetrated that lust-created cloud around his brain - but until Regulus let him go, he was going to stay. He was firmly shackled to the wall, arse so slightly but perfectly thrust out so that it was just right for Regulus to fuck, and he was helpless.
More interesting than that though, Regulus decided, was the way Sirius was taking it. He wasn't protesting loudly like he used to, growling and violently willing to hurt anything and everything around himself to get free - oh no, Sirius was curling his fingers in to his palms, his breath still coming shallow and fast. He was still painfully tight in his trousers and he was begging for Remus to do something to him.
Remus wouldn't, Regulus mentally told his brother, but he would see to everything his older brother needed. He, not Remus, was the one who drew a single finger down the centre of Sirius' back and chuckled as he squirmed. He was the one who reached around his brother's surprisingly slim waist to undo his belt, one palm roughly cupping his brother's cock. He, Regulus, was the one who heard Sirius beg again, heard his oh-so-proud brother reduced to asking his lover to touch him again, to do something more than tease because he was so close. And now he was going to be the one to change the game again.
"Oh no love," Regulus' voice sounded more like his own now, less like the filthy little halfblood he had to pretend to be, "Oh no - none of that. None of that at all my dear little brother," Regulus was so pleased - he slipped that in without a ripple, Sirius past sensibly listening to anything so it went unnoticed - with his brother. "Absolutely perfect like this," he crooned softer, his fingers finding the outline of Sirius' cock and stroking just along the edges of the fabric. "Not quite so proud any more, are we? Now you're not, Sirius - now you're just a fuckable little toy, aren't you?"
Sirius started to tense under him and Regulus chuckled again, his voice once more that amiable mixture of tones which marked Remus' voice. "You're mine, Sirius," he whispered still, waiting for Sirius to relax again like the good little boy he was. "Mine and no one else's..." Oh yes, he knew Remus said that to his brother - Remus promised Sirius that he was loved for whoever he was but Regulus was going to destroy that now. He was going to make it so that Sirius would know who he really belonged to - he was a Black and because of that he belonged to his own family. He was Bellatrix's little toy, he was Narcissa's favourite dominating fuck, and he was his in every way imaginable.
"Not James'," Regulus breathed against his brother's neck, pulling the belt free from the belt loops and letting it drop to the ground unfettered, "And not Peter's." Flicking the button on the top of his trousers open, Regulus bit his own lip as he dove his hand under the waistband of Sirius' trousers, Sirius groaning out Remus' name as he did it. "And you're not his either," he murmured, speaking the words against Sirius' very skin as if that would make them stick any more permanently. "You're mine brother dearest," even though he could feel Sirius try to not react Regulus had his hand around his cock and when he knew exactly how to stroke it right, how could he not force another groan from Sirius' lips?
"You want this, you know," Now he was only Regulus, endearingly-sweet silver eyes narrowed to pleased half-slits as he watched the way Sirius' body strained to get away and, at the same time, move into his grip. "I can tell from the way you're just panting for me, the way you're almost ready to beg even though you know it's me because you can only take so much - right now it doesn't matter that I'm your little snake of a brother, does it?" While he was talking Regulus helped Sirius' condition even more by removing the obstacle his trousers and pants embodied, the clothing pooling around his ankles and spilling to the floor. "You want me to keep my hand wrapped around your prick and you're quivering against me because you want me to fuck your arse-"
Sirius groaned again, the sound stifled as he tried to wrest control of the situation - of himself - away from Regulus; Regulus clamped his hand tightly around the base of Sirius' cock when he got no other sound from the boy, his voice challenging instead of tender. "Admit it, lover, or I'll leave you here like the little slut you are. I'll leave your cock hard and aching, your hands chained to the wall and your tight little arse exposed for anyone to come by and take it. Maybe you want that, Sirius? Maybe you want to be used, shackled to this wall right here and fucked long and light or fast and hard by anyone who wants a piece of you?" Regulus tsked under his breath at the naughty suggestion.
"Piss off, you sadistic little fuck," Sirius hissed, some of the first words he'd said since Regulus had clued him in to his identity. Now he was that ball of spitting fury Regulus remembered, violently trying so hard to get free and failing - and then stopping the efforts altogether when Regulus circled his thumb over the leaking head of his prick. "You little..." Sirius' voice dropped off into a whisper as he found his body pleading, hoping Regulus never heard the 'Merlin, please' those hands of his were drawing out of him.
"So what do you want, Sirius?" Regulus had moved his second hand - it was cold, slick, sliding against his skin like a blessing - to start a downward path between his arse cheeks, drops of something smooth falling onto his skin before being rubbed in by too-talented fingers. When Sirius tried to form a rebuttal, to tell Regulus to leave him alone and get off of him, his brother slid one slick finger inside.
"Oh yes..." Remus was never like this, was never one to tease for this long. Remus would be moving that finger of his in and out now, stretching him just as soon as Sirius had given in to the inevitable loss of his struggle for dominance. Regulus wasn't doing that though - he was keeping the slick digit perfectly still, his other hand still wrapped around his cock and not letting so much as a twitch of flesh give him relief. Remus would never whisper another spell, which Regulus did, Sirius feeling snakes twist around his ankles and legs until his body was bound, arms pulled sharply above his head by the stones and legs spread widely, tugged further and further apart until he could feel a rush of air between the cleft of his arse, the only shelter given by Regulus' hand.
"Come on brother," Regulus taunted coldly, scraping the nail against the tender walls of Sirius' anus until he was rewarded by a half-groan, half-yell of 'please' from his brother. "Tell me what you want. Tell me what we both know you want." Almost painfully Regulus was pushing and pulling his digit around inside of Sirius, twisting and poking until Sirius was letting out a string of confused sounds, his body losing the line momentarily between pain and pleasure. "Let me hear you say you want me to fuck you raw, Sirius, and I'll let you go. Let me hear you tell me the truth brother, and I'll leave you alone again." He continued to slide a finger in and out, turning the motions into less torment and more reward once Sirius' voice started to whisper softly in agreement.
Almost... "Come on Sirius," Regulus stroked Sirius' cock now, smiling as Sirius lost more of his composure and whispered not Remus' name but his. "If you want something, brother-dearest, you need to go after it. The first step, you see, is admitting it."
Grunts and groans - would Sirius break, just the tiniest bit? Enough so that he could worm his way between him and his lover easily? Come on brother...say it - say it, it becomes true. Nothing could be betrayed by his body so Regulus continued to easily pump his finger inside his brother's arse, feeling it loosen, and then Sirius started to speak.
"O-oh gods...fuck, Re-regulus-!" He was shaking, Regulus could feel the tremors through his arms and legs, the way his arse tightened reflexively around his finger that kept moving. "Oh g-gods, Regulus - f-fuck m-me, p-please just fuck me, please Regulus," the litany went on, Regulus crooning softly without any words now - none were needed, just a continuation of the feelings he could create in his brother like a musician and notes on a page. He played Sirius until he was sobbing for more from him, until his body tensed one last time and then shuddered, feeling Sirius' cock spurt into his hand, staining the wall.
First Regulus released the spell on Sirius' legs, still moving his finger effortlessly in Sirius' anus. Kissing the back of Sirius' head, Regulus leaned in again close to his ear, one last time, licking his lips. "Do you understand yet, Sirius?" He timed the last spell - the one binding Sirius' hands to the wall - to release in a few minutes, turning Sirius' head to kiss him just as the first tear fell from his eyes. "Now you need only go after what you want," Regulus said in parting, tongue licking up one salty trail of tears before callously letting Sirius face the wall again, trousers nothing more than a spunk-riddled pile at his feet. As he walked away he knew Sirius would eventually pull his clothes back on, the shock of what had happened sinking through his brain already.
And then? Regulus found himself whistling softly, lips turning into a smile as he walked into the Slytherin Commons.
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Regulus is such a bastard.
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^^ Ain't he?
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Fuck, that was hot.
Your regulus is completely wonderfully dirty, as is his lovely mouth. NNGHHHGHGHHNNNGH
*humps you shamelessly*
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And thanks. ^^ Let me just say, writing that while at work was something new...normally I'm not as dirty while getting paid already. ;)
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Rock on. Can't wait for the sequel.
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^^ It should be out soon, so hopefully within two days. :D
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Mmmmm...a masterpiece...a damn hot one at that.*goes to pat poor Siri*
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shaggingbeing evil.*blushes and purrs* *coughs* Part two is really...I think it's nice. :D So *shoves* >>
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