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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Lucius/Regulus
  Character:
      Regulus_Black, Lucius_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Romance
  Series:
      Part 1 of What's_Done_Is_Done
  Collections:
      Interspecies, Marauders_Era
  Stats:
      Published: 2005-12-27 Words: 4891
****** The Proper Way ******
by Elfflame
Summary
     Regulus Black spends the summer with the Malfoys.
Notes
     A/N: I am supposing here that Lucius is five years older than Sirius,
     and Sirius is just over one year older than Regulus, which makes
     Regulus 15, and Lucius 21 in this first scene, just for people’s
     information. And yes, this does mean Chan. It’s a Lucius fic. Does
     that really surprise you? ;P Lucius’s father in this is named Magnus
     because that was what I named him in the other story. I have no
     excuse other than that, but as I want this to be the prequel to that,
     I feel the need to explain that to those who haven’t read WDID. Not a
     huge deal, but there it is.
     Dedication: To Inell. Here’s your Christmas fic, hon. Sorry it took
     me so long. The boys just weren’t cooperating. I hope you like. And
     don’t feel you need to read the other fic. It’s got Harry/Draco in
     it, and I know they’re not a favored pairing of yours… This one
     stands perfectly well on its own.
Sirius had done three unforgivable things in Regulus’s eyes.  The first had
been being sorted into Gryffindor.  For that alone, Regulus knew their mother
would never forgive him.  The second had been when Regulus himself had been
sorted into Slytherin, and Sirius had taken affront.  As though this were a
personal failing on Regulus’s part, and not Sirius’s that they were now in
separate houses.  The third had been when Regulus and their mother had waited
for Sirius outside of Platform 9 ¾, and Sirius had simply not appeared.
Augusta Black had been in a rage about Sirius for days.  Regulus had always
been her favorite, but even he knew to stay out of the way of their mother when
she was this angry. 
The worst of it had come when they’d received an owl from James Potter’s mother
stating that Sirius was fine, and though they had encouraged him to return
home, he had refused to do so.  Augusta had torn the note into shreds, flinging
pieces every which way in her anger.
“So help me, if that boy comes anywhere near this house again, it will be the
last thing he does!” she had shrieked at the top of her voice.  Then she had
screamed a blasting charm at the family tree tapestry, wiping Sirius’s name
from the hanging forever.
So, Regulus couldn’t forgive him either.  Leaving him to her mercies this way. 
Sirius knew himself she had none.  That he had always been the one to shield
Regulus from their mother’s moods, usually by drawing all attention to
himself.  How was Regulus supposed to survive now?
Regulus was relieved when his father suggested that Magnus Malfoy might be
willing to take him in for much of the summer.  He’d been to Malfoy Manor a few
times.  They were always hosting some party-or-other.  Their son was older than
Sirius, he knew.  Had left the year Regulus had started at Hogwarts, but
Regulus had spent no time with the older boy, who had paid no attention to a
first-year. 
Now Regulus wondered if he would be like Sirius.  Memories of what he’d heard
of Malfoy’s son from the older students stood out in his mind—“ice prince,”
many of them called him.  That was certainly nothing anyone could say about
Sirius.  But Severus Snape said that Lucius was far more clever and cunning
than Sirius, and that even his father found it difficult to stand against him. 
Severus also said that Lucius’s father was always sending him off to deal with
things his father didn’t like to handle as a consequence.  That, at least,
sounded more like Sirius.  Clever and witty, and always up to something. 
Regulus wondered if Lucius would even be at the Manor that summer.  If he was,
at least that meant that there would be someone close to his age to spend time
with.
When he alighted from his carriage on an overcast day, even the gloom of the
clouds couldn’t detract from the glory that was Malfoy Manor.  He’d only seen
the Manor at night before, and just looking at the gleaming white entranceway
and verdigris doors with their snake knockers made his eyes widen in wonder. 
He approached the front door just as it was opened, and a petite woman with an
upswept hairdo and a deep violet gown stepped out to greet him.  “You must be
Master Black,” she smiled at him.
Regulus felt his heart sink at the title.  Until just the week before, that had
been Sirius’s title.  He had simply been the “Other Black boy.”  He’d liked it
that way.  “Yes, ma’am,” he said, managing a smile.
“Please, Regulus, I hope you’ll call me Leena.  I hope we’ll become good
friends,” she said, her eyes crinkling with a smile.
“Mother, I hope you aren’t terrorizing the boy already,” came a silken voice
from the doorway.
Regulus turned and saw the most handsome boy he’d ever seen in his life.  This
was Lucius Malfoy?  His few memories of the boy from his first years at
Hogwarts were distant, and he certainly didn’t recall that boy looking nearly
so awe-inspiring.  No wonder Severus spoke of him so glowingly.  He felt his
cheeks flush.  “H—hello…”
Lucius held out his hand, and Regulus took it carefully, uncertain how he
should respond.  Officially, he was the Black heir now, so they were on a
social level.  “Lucius,” the young man drawled.  “Please.  Don’t stand on
formality with me.”  There was a slight quirk at the corner of his lips, as
though he had told a joke that no one else in the room had understood.
Regulus did his best to smile at the older boy.  “Good to meet you, Lucius. 
Severus has told me a great deal about you.”
“Has he, now?  How is he fairing these days?  That brother of yours still
causing him problems?”
Regulus sneered.  When hadn’t Sirius gone after Severus?  “Unfortunately.  I’m
sure one of these days, he’ll do something, and Severus will finally make him
pay.  Too bad Sirius is too cowardly to face him alone.  Then he’d know why you
shouldn’t mess with Slytherins,” Regulus said, his chin rising as he spoke.
Lucius’s lips slowly broadened into a wide smirk.  “I do believe you and I will
get along quite well, Regulus,” he said, leading the younger boy into the
house.
                                      ♂♥♂
Lucius was a gracious host for the first few days, showing Regulus the lay of
the Manor—particularly where the library was.  Apparently, it was one of
Lucius’s favorite rooms in the Manor.  They spent long hours quietly discussing
innumerable topics, such as his brother’s traitorous ways, and how Dumbledore
wanted to keep them all from knowing true magic the way he dumbed down the Dark
Arts classes, and never had the same teacher two years in a row.  Lucius also
showed him his favorite section of garden: a long and winding garden path at
the far edges of the Malfoy gardens.  He had even consented to play a one-on-
one match with the younger boy, and only narrowly beat him before they went in
to change for dinner, sweating and flushed.
Then Magnus had sent him away on a trip, and all Regulus’s time had been spent
in the library, surprised at how much he missed someone he had only just met. 
When Lucius returned four days later, he had been startled at how his heart
leapt in his chest at the sight.
“Welcome home,” he’d managed in a calm voice.  “You are back sooner than I
expected.” 
Lucius’s smile warmed him.  “I usually have little to rush home for, but
something—or someone, rather—seemed to be pulling me back,” Lucius said, an
elegant eyebrow raised.
“Ridiculous, Lucius.  You hardly needed to rush home on my account,” Regulus
said, though he felt his cheeks heat.
Lucius smirked.  “I don’t recall saying anything about need, Reg—more like
want.”
Regulus struggled to control his breathing at Lucius’s words.  But his cheeks
felt as though they were flaming with heat now.
Lucius moved closer, and Regulus felt his body heat envelop him.  “Are you
saying you didn’t miss me, Reg?” he purred.
“Of course I missed you Lucius,” Regulus said, trying to keep his voice even. 
Lucius reached out and stroked his cheek.  “You seem a bit distant.”
The fingers sweeping across his cheek stole the words from his lips, and
Regulus felt his eyes slip closed.
“Surely you couldn’t have missed me that much if you can’t even be bothered to
answer me…”  Lucius pulled away, but Regulus caught his hand before he could
move. 
“Lucius?”  His heart was beating heavily in his chest.  No girl had ever made
him feel like this.  Not even Posey Lemont, who was a year above him, and
always smiled at him when he tried to sit next to her at the Slytherin table. 
Did that mean he preferred boys?  Did Lucius prefer boys?  Or maybe, Regulus
thought to himself, he just preferred Lucius?
“What is it, Regulus?  You hardly seemed to want my attention a moment ago, and
yet now you don’t wish me to leave.”  He sighed dramatically.  “Perhaps you are
too young to know what you want,” Lucius said, that eyebrow raised as though
Regulus were acting particularly oddly.
Regulus stuffed down the annoyance at the implication that he was a child, and
raised his chin.  “You surprised me, Lucius, that’s all.  I’m old enough to
know what I want.  It just…took me a moment to understand,” he said in the
calmest voice he could manage. 
Lucius stepped towards him once more.  “And what is it that you understand,
Regulus?” he asked in a smooth voice that tickled Regulus’s ear.
“I know how some men of our breeding spend more time with each other than the
women they marry,” he responded, turning to meet Lucius’s gaze.  “And I know
why.  I cannot say I’ve been inclined to indulge that particular fixation
before, but I can’t deny—”
Lucius chuckled again.  “Yes, yes.  That is all very fine, Regulus, but what
does it mean?  Are you really aware of what it is I want from you?”
“I’m hardly a child, Lucius,” Regulus bit out.
“No,” Lucius said, sliding a hand down Regulus’s side then moving it to feel
the twitching bulge in Regulus’s pants.  “You’re not, are you,” he purred as he
squeezed lightly.  Regulus gasped at the touch, arching into it.  “Shh,” Lucius
said.  “We wouldn’t want someone to see this, now, would we?” he whispered into
the young man’s ear.
Regulus did his best to calm his nearly frantic breathing, and licked his lips,
looking up at Lucius with half-lidded eyes.  “No, we wouldn’t,” he said in a
soft voice.
“Good,” Lucius smirked.  “Perhaps it’s time we took this elsewhere?  Would you
like to see my bedroom, perhaps?”
Regulus swallowed at that idea, feeling just a bit out of his depth at the idea
of being alone with Lucius in Lucius’s room.  Maybe Lucius was right.  Maybe he
was a bit out of his depth.  But he wasn’t about to let Lucius think he
couldn’t handle it.  “Of course, Lucius.” 
Lucius stepped away from him, and Regulus almost sagged at the loss.  Almost. 
“Follow me, then.”
Regulus followed, feeling a bit winded.  He distracted himself by looking
around him at the hangings and statuary adoring the halls they passed through. 
Though he had been at the Manor almost a month, he had yet to see the family
wing, and while it looked little different from the rest of the Manor, just
knowing he was in a private part of the house left Regulus a bit breathless.
Unfortunately, just as they reached the door of Lucius’s room, a voice rang
down the hallway.  “Lucius.  You’re back sooner than usual.”  Lucius turned to
look at his father, who was glowering at them from the doorway of his own room,
several feet further down the hall. 
“Yes, father.  Things worked out quite well this time.  No need to linger.  I
thought our guest would like some company, so I came home as soon as business
was completed.”
Magnus’s eyes narrowed.  “Why is it that I think ‘company’ was the last thing
on your mind, Lucius?”
“Father…”
“Mister Black, if you will excuse us?  I think Lucius and I have something to
discuss.”
Regulus nodded, but Lucius caught his arm before he could move away.  “Come to
me tonight,” he whispered in Regulus’s ear.
Regulus nodded again, a shiver of something curled down his back as he moved
away and proceeded to make his way to his own room.  He had a little something
that needed to be taken care of.  Tonight was too far off.
                                      ♂♥♂
Dinner that evening was stilted and overly formal.  Regulus was used to eating
with the Malfoys in the Formal Dining Room, but tonight things seemed worse
than normal.  Lucius and his father seemed to have a halo of angry energy about
them, and both spoke in terse sentences at most.
Leena and Regulus did their best to keep the conversation going, but Lucius and
his father seemed quite able to shut down the most innocuous of topics.
By the time Magnus left the table, Regulus was just about ready to go home and
face his mother’s rage instead.  The Malfoys were a truly powerful bunch, and
all that power, radiating from both of them, filling the room, Lucius’s power
clashing with Magnus’s, and both flickering his direction each time he deigned
to speak, left him a little apprehensive.
He stood up to follow Leena from the room, but Lucius caught him by the elbow
and pulled him back behind the door.  “Give my parents an hour to settle down,
then come to my room, all right?”
Regulus looked up at him, uncertain of what he wanted, but knowing that he
liked the feeling Lucius’s attentions gave him.  He took a breath.  “I’ll be
there.”
Lucius smirked.  “Good.”  And he was gone before Regulus could say more.
 Regulus hurried to his room to prepare.
Back in his room, Regulus felt like a kid waiting for Santa to arrive, or
possibly his father to come home to punish him.  His stomach was jumping with
nerves, and there were a few moments where he was sure that he was going to
throw up.  He changed his outfit three times—ridiculous, really, as Lucius had
seen all of his clothing already.  It wasn’t like he could conjure up a new
outfit to dazzle him with.
After an hour, he slipped out of his room, sure he’d get lost, or that Magnus
would be waiting outside Lucius’s door, but when he got there, the hallway was
empty.  He brushed at his clothes, ran a hand through his hair, and knocked
quietly as he could at the door, in hopes of not waking Magnus or Leena.
The door opened almost the moment he touched it, and Lucius ushered him in
quickly.  Inside, the room’s lights had been dimmed, so that Regulus wasn’t
able to see very well at first, but Lucius lead him to the far side of the
room—to the bed.  A bed surrounded by a pale glowing light, and Regulus felt
his heart stop at the realization that Lucius only had on a thin silk robe. 
He was smiling at Regulus.  “We’re not going out on the town, Reg.”
Regulus blushed.  Sure, he knew what they were about to do, but he hadn’t
wanted to wander the halls in his nightclothes.  The very idea had made him
feel naked.  But the way Lucius was looking at him now made him feel naked as
well.
“Come here,” Lucius said, settling on the bed.  “Let’s see what we can do to
relax you a bit.”
Regulus swallowed, but stepped towards him.  Lucius’s fingers moved to the
buttons of his robe, sliding the material down and off his shoulders, then
working on the shirt underneath.  “So bashful.  Most of the Blacks I’ve known
are rather brazen.  You surprise me, Reg.” 
“I’m not my family,” Regulus managed indignantly.  “I’m me.  If you don’t want-
-” but the rest of his words were cut off when Lucius’s mouth covered his. 
He’d kissed a few girls.  He was a Black, after all.  And though he might not
be—might not have been, anyway—the heir, he was still of excellent blood.  One
of the few great houses left in the Wizarding World.  Along with the Malfoys. 
But kissing girls had never felt like this.  
Lucius’s lips were as soft as a girl’s, but his kisses felt as though he were
trying to devour Regulus.  And Regulus didn’t doubt that he could.  He wanted
him to.  Lucius’s tongue swept inside his mouth, and Regulus realized that
kissing girls had never been like this because all of them were far too timid
to even think of devouring him in this way.  All he knew was that he
desperately wanted more.  He pulled closer, feeling the silk of Lucius’s robe
against his legs, and realized that his pants were gone.  The idea made him
feel a bit dizzy.  
Lucius pulled away and led him to the bed.  The cover had been pulled away, and
Regulus sank into the bedding, a little scared of what was to come.  Lucius was
beautiful, yes, but Regulus knew he was ruthless as well.  He couldn’t help but
want Lucius to touch him, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t scared of what
Lucius might do.
Lucius looked down at him, bemused.  “Relax, Reg.  I promise you that you will
enjoy this.  But you won’t be able to if you don’t relax.”
Regulus took a deep breath before responding.  “I…you’re rather…overwhelming,
Lucius.”
Lucius smirked at that.  “Good.  Let me overwhelm you.  Forget everything
else.  Tonight, you’re mine.”
Regulus looked at him, wide-eyed.  Before he could respond, though, Lucius bent
his head and began to lick a stripe from his collarbone, up his neck, and to
his ear, stopping and nibbling on the tender flesh, and making Regulus squirm
under him.  “All mine,” Lucius breathed in his ear.
“God, yes,” Regulus moaned.
Lucius took his lips again, but his hands were now working at Regulus’s
nipples.  Regulus had never even thought to touch them when he’d pleasured
himself before, and the bursts of pleasure-pain went straight to his cock,
which was throbbing now against Lucius’s thigh.
“Say it,” Lucius said, pulling away so that he could see Regulus’s face.
Regulus looked up at him, confused.  Say what?  Had Lucius asked him something?
“Tell me you’re mine,” Lucius purred.
“I’m yours,” Regulus agreed, closing his eyes.
But Lucius pulled away.  “No.  I’m yours, Lucius.  I want to hear you say
that.”
Regulus sat up, meeting Lucius’s narrowed gaze.  “I have never felt like this
before, Lucius.  No one else has been able to make me feel the way you do. 
Please, Lucius…”
Lucius pushed him back onto the bed, smiling.  “No one else ever will,
Regulus.  You know that, don’t you?”
Regulus nodded.  “Please, Lucius…” he begged again. 
Lucius leaned down and kissed him softly.  “Don’t worry, Regulus.  I take care
of what’s mine.  I’ll never let you go.”
And then there were no more words.  Lucius’s lips and tongue set out to map
Regulus’s body, and Regulus could do little but writhe under him, gasping at
each new sensation.  He’d had sex before, but the experience had been nothing
like this, and the girl had been so whiny about it that he’d never bothered
with her again.  Now Regulus wondered if this was why men preferred each other
over women.  No complaints, just sensations that seemed never to end.
When Lucius touched his cock, he nearly jumped off the bed, and Lucius spent
several minutes soothing him again before beginning to stroke him slowly.  With
just the very tips of his fingers at first—light brushes of them from tip to
balls, then back again, which caused a shiver to run down Regulus’s spine. 
Lucius blew against the head, then moved down to lap at his balls.  Regulus
shuddered.  He’d never felt anything like this before in his life. 
There was definitely something to be said about having an older lover.  But
that thought made Regulus wonder how many boys before him Lucius had seduced
this way.  The thought felt wrong, somehow, which was utterly ridiculous. 
There were six years between them.  He could hardly expect Lucius to be a
virgin still.  But the thought of Lucius doing this to someone else, of those
lips wrapped around someone else’s cock made him shudder again, not in
pleasure, but in rage.
“Lucius?”
The blond ignored him, and continued his way up Regulus’s shaft now with
shallow licks that were highly distracting, but Regulus wasn’t to be deterred. 
“Lucius,” he tried again, in a warning tone.
When Lucius ignored him again, Regulus didn’t bother to speak a third time, and
wrapped Lucius’s hair in his hands, tugging at it hard until Lucius looked up
at him.  His eyes were dilated, he was breathing hard, and his pink lips were
swollen.  “What is it, Regulus?  I’m a bit distracted here, if you don’t mind.”
“Why?”  It was the best question his distracted and over-excited mind could
come up with.
There was a snort, and Lucius smirked at him.  “Why am I distracted?”
“No.  Why me, Lucius?  I’m sure you had many before me, and probably will have
plenty after,” he added the last in a slightly bitter tone.  “Why bother with
me?”  He didn’t want to hear that Lucius was just working his way through the
pureblooded families, but he was scared that that was exactly what Lucius would
tell him.
Lucius’s eyes narrowed for a moment, then his touches ceased.  He slid up to
stretch out alongside Regulus.  “Why do you think I am doing this?  Do you
think that I’m simply bored, that I couldn’t have gone out and found someone
else?”
Regulus tried to look away from him, embarrassed.  That was almost exactly what
he had thought.  Ashamed, he moved to get of the bed, but Lucius grabbed his
arm, pulling him back down to the bed and sliding atop him.  “You fascinate me,
Regulus.  You go from overconfident to reticent in the space of a heartbeat.” 
Lucius grinned.  “I like that.”  Then he sighed.  “But if you aren’t ready for
this, perhaps I shouldn’t push.”  He pulled away, and sat on the edge of the
bed.  “Come back when you’re older, Reg.  I look forward to seeing your total
abandon beneath me when I finally take you.”
Regulus fumed at being called a child again.  “I’m here, aren’t I?  I’m old
enough to know what I want.”
Lucius’s smirk was back.  “Do you?”
“Of course!”
“Take it, then.  Show me what you want.”
“Fine.”  Regulus leaned forward and covered Lucius’s lips with his own,
thrusting his tongue into Lucius’s mouth.  Lucius tasted of the wine they’d
drunk that evening, and of cinnamon from the pudding they’d had.  He pulled
away, then worked his way down the side of Lucius’s neck, recalling how
wonderful that had felt.  Lucius leaned back against the bed, and Regulus
continued to work down his body.  Nipples first, which drew sighs from the
blond, then he stroked his fingers across Lucius’s abdomen, which jumped and
quivered slightly at the sensation.  He lapped at Lucius’s belly button before
sinking lower, settling himself between Lucius’s legs and looking at his cock
for the first time.
It was long and slender, a darker pink than the rest of his skin, and nestled
in a bed of blond curls.  Regulus ran his fingers through the coarse hairs, and
Lucius shifted at the touch.  Regulus looked up at him and grinned.  He knew
what Lucius wanted.  He wanted to do it, in fact.  It didn’t matter that he’d
never done this before.  Never even had it done to him.  There was just
something about it.  It rather looked like a strawberry ice lolly.  He giggled
at the thought of what his mother would do if he were to come home with an ice
lolly shaped like Lucius Malfoy’s cock.
Lucius scowled down at him.  “What’s so funny?”
“Not you, Lucius.  I was just thinking how my mother would react if she knew
where I was.”
Lucius raised an eyebrow at him.  “Do you really want to be thinking about your
mother at a time like this?” he asked.
Regulus shook his head, then bent forward quickly before Lucius could chastise
him more.  He touched the tip of his tongue to the bit of Lucius’s cock head
that showed through the foreskin, and heard a hiss of pleasure from the blond. 
He glanced up to see Lucius with his head thrown back and his eyes closed. 
Regulus smiled, then opened his mouth and settled it just around the head of
Lucius’s cock so that he could use his tongue to play with the foreskin and the
fleshy head.  The taste of it was musky and salty, but not nearly as unpleasant
as he’d expected it to be.
He took a deep breath through his nose, and pushed his mouth further down along
the shaft, loving the hitch in Lucius’s breath as he did so.  But he wasn’t
able to take the whole thing into his mouth.  Just half, which left him a bit
frustrated, so he pulled away from the shaft to ask Lucius what he could do.
Before the words were even out of his mouth, Lucius had flipped him onto his
back, and was descending on Regulus’s cock once more, and he obviously could
take the entire thing, as Regulus felt the lips descend all the way to his
pubes, and the tip of his cock brush against the back of Lucius’s throat.  He
was unable to make any other sound but a moan by that time, and just relaxed
into Lucius’s ministrations.  It felt so good having the slick-hot-wet
surrounding his cock, and the fingers stroking him in surprising but pleasant
places.
However, when Lucius’s finger began stroking between his arse cheeks, he
started.  Why would anyone want to touch there?  Especially someone like Lucius
Malfoy?  It was dirty and disgusting.  “What are you doing?” he asked, not even
noticing the crack in his voice.
Lucius slid his lips off Regulus’s cock and looked up.  “Surely you have some
idea of how this is done, Regulus?  Don’t tell me you’re really that innocent,”
he smirked.
Regulus scowled down at him.  He certainly didn’t want to admit to Lucius that
he had no idea what he was referring to.  It had really never occurred to him
how two men might have sex.  But if it involved touching that?  The idea of
someone touching him there just seemed wrong.  “Do we have to do that?”
Lucius’s face took on a thoughtful expression.  “Well, there are other things
we could do, I suppose.”   He slid up Regulus’s body so that he was settled
atop him, and Regulus felt him wrap his fingers around their cocks, squeezing
them together, and thrusting his own cock into his hand.  Regulus echoed the
motion, groaning at the feel of Lucius’s cock against his own.  “Do you like
this?” Lucius murmured in his ear.
“God, yes,” he moaned back.  It was so much—the pressure, the slick feel of
damp skin, and then Lucius’s lips on his neck once more, and Regulus felt
Lucius’s thrusts increase, and bucked harder against Lucius, into that tight,
grasping hand.  “Oh, God…” he managed, before he was spilling out across his
stomach, and soon Lucius’s release followed, blending with the small pools of
come along his abdomen and sinking into his belly button.
Lucius’s lips claimed his again, tongue flicking out to taste him once more
before releasing his mouth and moving down to lap at the gathered liquid in
Regulus’s bellybutton before sliding up and kissing him once more.  Regulus
opened his mouth cautiously, not sure that he would like the taste of their
mingled juices, but unable to resist Lucius’s tongue as it stroked against
his. 
When Lucius released his mouth once more, he settled against Regulus’s hip,
slowly undulating against him and burrowing his nose into Regulus’s shoulder. 
“Mine,” he muttered sleepily once more.
Regulus curled around him as much as possible, pulling the covers over them. 
“As long as you want me,” he whispered, before sliding into sleep.
                                      ♂♥♂
That summer was magnificent.  Lucius showed him everything eventually.  Once
Regulus had consented to anal sex, Lucius had even shown him the pleasures of
rimming, which had nearly caused him to come three times before Lucius had even
entered him that night, that slick, agile tongue thrusting inside of him, and
realizing that it was Lucius’s tongue…  It was too much, and never enough. 
Of course, they had to avoid Magnus.  He’d sent Lucius off twice more, and it
was much harder for Regulus to simply make due when Lucius was gone.  But when
he returned, sometimes they didn’t even wait for privacy before devouring each
other once more.  Regulus suspected that Lucius charmed the door to whichever
room he found Regulus in so that they would have some warning, but even so, it
was just wonderful to be in Lucius’s arms once more.
It was difficult leaving him at the end of August.  God knew when he would see
Lucius again.  Lucius came to see him the morning before he left, and after a
long, drawn-out kiss, they settled onto Regulus’s bed.
“What’s wrong, Reg?” Lucius asked.
“When will I see you again?”
Lucius smiled.  “I’m sure I can find time to visit you.  Perhaps during one of
your Hogsmeade visits?  And you can owl me as often as you wish.”
Regulus smiled, but he knew it wouldn’t be enough.  After almost three months
with Lucius, occasional visits and owls seemed inadequate.  He sighed.
Lucius’s arm tightened around him.  “I’ve spoken with mother.”
“Oh?”
”She says you were an ideal houseguest.  I suggested we might want to have you
come back next summer.  She seemed amenable to it.”
Regulus sat up and looked at Lucius, startled.  “Really?  You mean I can come
back?”
Lucius smiled, and pulled the younger man atop him.  “Of course, you are mine,
after all.”

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