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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Regulus_Black/Sirius_Black, Sirius_Black/Ron_Weasley
  Character:
      Sirius_Black, Ron_Weasley, Regulus_Black
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-12-12 Words: 5520
****** What Has Been Lost ******
by goseaward
Summary
     Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it.
Notes
     For Fluffyllama in Merry Smutmas 2007. Excessive thanks to my quick
     beta, Winter. :D
p>His head was just visible above the top of the sofa. Sirius walked closer, a
lost memory chasing itself through his mind, biting its tail; Sirius ignored
it, as he always did, as he got close enough to look over the boy's shoulder.
Quidditch magazine. Sirius studied it for a moment. It wasn't the kind that
flipped to pornography the minute you wanted it to. If they still made those.
The Quidditch itself was sexualized, though, full of men and boys with their
robes open, flexing their muscles and posing for the camera.
Sirius put on his easy smile, slid around the sofa and onto the edge.
"Quidditch? Who's good these days?" He watched the boy's face for some flicker
of embarrassment, but there was nothing. Not porn, then.
"'M a Cannons fan," Ron said.
"I thought they were shit," Sirius said, miraculously pulling this fact from
somewhere in the back of his brain.
Ron opened his eyes a little wider. Long lashes. They were the wrong colour--
wrong colour compared to what? Sirius blinked. Ron said, "They're fun to
watch."
Hmm, was that? But no--no flush in the cheeks, no watching for Sirius's
reaction the way Sirius looked for Ron's. "That's something, at least."
"I've been a fan since I was a kid," Ron said, almost by way of apology.
Sirius patted Ron's knee, low enough down to be friendly and not anything else.
"Let me know if their next game's on the wireless," he said. "I'll listen with
you."
"Thanks," Ron said, and turned back to his magazine before Sirius had finished
getting up. ***
From the next room, Sirius could hear the sounds of teenagers. It was nice,
friendly--he'd been in the house alone too much before the Weasleys arrived.
And soon, Harry would come too. Maybe all of them together would be enough to
drown out the sounds of memories scrabbling in the back of Sirius's head, lost
to him consciously but squabbling like puppies behind his eyes.
Molly Weasley walked in with a cup of tea, steaming and pleasant in his family
heirloom china. "Thought you might be thirsty," she said.
"Thanks, Molly." Sirius accepted the cup and took a sip--something sweeter than
the tea his mother used to make. Appropriate. Sirius smiled and set the saucer
on the bare wooden tabletop, just because he knew his mother would have hated
that.
"Remus should be back later tonight," Molly said, taking a seat in one of the
armchairs. "Are we getting too noisy for you?"
"No, no--" Sirius noticed the slightly twisted corner of Molly's mouth and
realized she was teasing. He forgot sometimes how well they knew him. "Next
best thing to going outside."
The smile faded. "You know that isn't safe--"
"Yes."
Molly watched him take another sip. "Harry will be here soon," she said
finally.
"Yet more people to drink your excellent tea," Sirius said. "Even served in
this old thing."
"I looked for something else, but that's all you--"
"No, no, my mother would never have eaten off anything but the best."
"Ah." Molly glanced at the corner of the room, in the general direction of
Sirius's mother's portrait.
"Bone china. She probably would've preferred pure bone."
"Well, she's dead now," Molly said with uncharacteristic malice. Sirius
grinned. "Did you have a plan for the afternoon?"
"I thought I'd clean out the third-storey guest room," Sirius said.
"All right." Molly stood up. "I'll send in the boys to help you."
"Thanks," Sirius said, and took another drink of his tea as Molly left. He'd
handled that conversation well--he sometimes felt like he was only
impersonating an adult, but this time had been all right.
***
"You kept extra shoe horns just for your guests?" Fred said incredulously.
"Your guests always carry them?" Sirius said.
"Your guests used them?" George said. Sirius thought it was George, anyway. He
tended to pick an ordering the minute they entered the room and stick with it
until they left.
"Magic would work, but you might cut your heel off."
"Oh, right," Fred said. "This was in the ancient days before trainers." He
closed the nightstand drawer and went poking around the edge of the bedclothes.
Sirius grinned, or maybe grimaced, as he lined up hangers. "My family would
never have worn trainers."
"What did you wear, then?" Ron said.
"Boots, usually," Sirius said. "Sometimes loafers."
Fred and George hooted.
"And a...." George trailed off as he pulled something out of the other
nightstand. "Is this a whip?"
"Wouldn't surprise me," Sirius said.
"Never a dull moment, was there?" Fred said.
"Not at your house, either, I imagine," Sirius said. Ron gave him a wide-eyed
look that Sirius took as agreement.
"It was always perfectly calm," Fred said.
"Completely," George said.
Sirius sometimes felt like he was watching himself as a young man, only
doubled, when he talked to the twins. But he also felt like an outsider--too
much of his memories from that time were gone, except the things he'd fought to
keep as long as possible, James and Remus and Harry, Harry, Harry. Of course,
remembering this house--and his mother--were far too easy.
"I found some papers," Ron said. "Did you want to go through 'em?"
"Yes, thank you," Sirius said. He reached for them. Their fingers brushed.
Interesting--since it was entirely unnecessary. Had Ron caused it? Sirius
looked at his face, but Ron had already moved on to some other thing in the
bureau.
A quick glance revealed some kind of receipts. Who knew why his mother had kept
them in an unused guest bedroom. Or maybe Kreacher had hidden them there.
Sirius threw them in the fireplace and went back to clearing out the closet.
"Do you want the dust bunnies?" one of the twins said. Sirius turned; Fred was
halfway under the bed, arse in the air.
"No, thanks."
Sirius turned, and Ron was watching him watch Fred's arse. Interesting.
"It's so much easier now that we can use magic whenever we want," George said,
looking significantly at Ron, who had turned a bit red. "What?" he said,
interested, but Ron and Sirius turned back to what they had been doing, and the
moment passed.
~~~
"Auntie Dru is here, but Mum says you can't come down."
Sirius flicked his wand at his wall; one of the Muggle photos slid around, her
empty unmoving face smiling at him. "So?"
"Just thought you'd want to know." Regulus smiled, a fleeting expression across
his narrow face.
"Don't care."
Regulus stepped into the room, came over to the bed, sat down. "I know there's
nothing you can do about being a Gryffindor--"
Sirius sighed and fell back against the pillows.
"--but if you'd just be polite, Mum and Dad might treat you better, give you
more money..."
"I'm fine, thanks." Sirius decided he disliked the new position, and moved the
picture around again. Had to be just right before he stuck them in place
permanently.
Regulus shrugged. "I'm just trying to help."
"Trying being the important word, there."
Regulus leaned in, suddenly, so he was close to Sirius's face. "You're going to
be in big trouble if things don't shape up soon," he said. His eyelashes were
very long over grey eyes, not quite like Sirius's own.
"You're going to be in bigger trouble," Sirius said, "just not with the
family."
Regulus drew back. "Fine."
"Fine."
He slid off the bed. "I'll see you later. Auntie Dru brought candy but you
shan't have any."
Sirius rolled his eyes as Regulus slinked out, not even slamming the door
properly. No sense of drama, that one. And sometimes he seemed so much younger-
-candy, indeed!
~~~
"Aaaaand that's Maddock with his twelfth goal of the game! Montrose leading the
Cannons, three hundred ten to forty. Jones, why is this taking so long?"
"Well, Haffield's not the most reliable player at the best of times, and word
is he drank a year's supply of Old Ogden's last night! He probably can't tell
which of the four Snitches he's supposed to be catching."
"And Gudgeon?"
"My Galleons're on Haffield for the catch."
Sirius looked at Ron, who was gently bumping his forehead into the table.
"Ron, I'm trying to write," Hermione said from the other end of the table.
Ron raised his head, shot her an evil glare, and then looked at Sirius with a
"what can you do?" expression on his face. Sirius smiled in sympathy.
"Did you play when you were in school?" Ron asked.
"No, I just cheered for James and tried to foul up the other team," Sirius
said.
Hermione make a tsking sound.
"Do you play?"
"Fred and George do, they're Beaters." Ron took a biscuit from the plate Molly
had left. Lowering his voice with a glance at Hermione, he said, "I might try
out for Keeper this year, though."
"You've got good reach," Sirius said. "That will help."
"Thanks," Ron said.
"Gudgeon's flying for something!" one announcer said suddenly, loudly. "That's
a pretty unusual dive--I'm not quite--"
"He's being chased by a pigeon," the other announcer said.
Ron reached for another biscuit.
"If you want to practice sometime, we could use the hallways," Sirius said.
Ron glanced at Hermione, but she was busy with her book again. Sirius took the
opportunity to nudge his chair a little closer. Ron swallowed a mouthful of
biscuit. "Mum would kill me."
"Mine would try."
Ron smiled.
"Will I have to tie you to your broomstick to get you to play with me?" Sirius
said.
Ron blushed a little--interesting, interesting. Things were looking up. "I
think I'll just go outside if I need to practice."
"Oh. Right." Sirius smiled, but it was tight and not as happy as he'd intended.
"That's probably a better idea."
Ron nodded and opened his mouth to say something, but was drowned out by the
announcer crying "And that's Haffield to Sweeney and--OH NO THAT'S BUMPHING
CALLED ON JENKINS!" Ron made a face and reached for another biscuit.
***
A knock at the door. "Come in," Sirius said.
Remus poked his head around the edge of the door, and when Sirius nodded, he
walked in and settled into the nearest armchair. A little puff of stuffing fell
off the underside. "How are you doing?" Remus said.
"I want to go outside." The slight whine in Sirius's voice was deliberate.
"Padfoot--" Remus's eyes were brown and sad. "Don't do that. I can't lose you
again."
"Don't worry. I'm constantly surrounded." Sirius waved a hand, generally
indicating the house around him.
"Good."
"Not that it would make much difference to you if something happened to me,
with how often you're here."
Remus drew back a little, as if the blow had been physical. "That's not fair."
Sirius sighed through his nose.
"Are your memories still coming back?"
"Sometimes." Sirius smiled. "I remembered winning the Quidditch Cup...I don't
know what year it was, but we gave James so much butterbeer he was practically
pissing it out as he drank."
"Astonishing it took Lily so long to notice what a gem he was," Remus said.
"We all thought she'd rather go for you." Sirius remembered it as he said it.
"No, she was never quite my type."
Sirius looked at Remus, suddenly, wondering, but Remus didn't seem to mean by
it what Sirius had thought he meant. He was seeing ghosts everywhere, these
days, of himself as much as other people.
"I can't stay that long tonight," Remus said, "so we should probably head down
and eat. I just wanted to check on you." When Sirius didn't reply, he
continued, "I'll try to come back more often."
"Thanks."
Remus stood and walked to the door; Sirius slumped in his char and didn't move.
Remus turned at the door. "Heel!" he said, uncharacteristically commanding.
Sirius made a rude gesture before he stood up to head to the kitchen as well.
***
no, wait, Sirius wrote on the scrap of parchment sitting between them. He took
the quill and drew two eyes and a mouth on Ron's sock and his own. Now.
As one, they stuck their hands straight up and wiggled their fingers in the
toes of the socks.
"I WILL NOT TAKE THIS INSULT!" Walburga's portrait bellowed above them. "I
DEMAND TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE! FILTHY DEFILERS OF--"
Sirius tuned her out. stick your foot up, he wrote on the parchment. Ron
levered himself harder against the wall and stuck one betrainered foot into
Walburga's line of sight.
"WHO LET THAT FILTH WALK ON MY PRISTINE CARPETS!!"
Her voice had gotten a good half-octave higher. Sirius gave Ron a thumbs up and
grabbed the Quaffle sitting between them. He threw it to Ron in a high arc; Ron
threw it back.
"THAT WILL NOT TOUCH ME! HELP! HELP! KREACHER!"
Ron and Sirius looked at each other in horror.
Suddenly, Sirius smiled. He grabbed the candle that had been lighting their
parchment and held it up just enough that the flame was within view of the
portrait. The scream that greeted him probably woke up dragons in China, but
Sirius didn't care.
"Sirius Black!"
Molly, though, was someone to be scared of. Sirius grabbed the curtain and drew
it across the portrait, kicking Ron out of the way none too gently.
"I can't believe you--"
"Just having a little fun, Molly, won't happen again," Sirius said.
Molly's face froze, torn between anger and pity. Sirius took the moment and ran
with it. "I'll see you upstairs for chess later?" he said to Ron and escaped.
He'd forgotten how much fun it was to play pranks on people--even a painted
sourpuss like his mother.
~~
Sirius awoke to weight on his bed. He had his wand in his hand and at the
throat of whoever-it-was before he was fully conscious.
"That's my knee, you idiot," Regulus said from far above him.
Right. Sirius stuck the wand back under his pillow.
"At least you inherited the family paranoia."
"That's comforting."
Regulus settled down next to him. "It should be."
They lay in the darkness for a moment.
"All right?" Sirius finally asked. Regulus hadn't slept in his brother's bed at
night since he was a four-year-old with rampant nightmares about toads in full
Wizengamot regalia.
"I just got a letter from Snape," Regulus said. "He says maybe next year I can
join up." His voice had the same sort of brittle bravado it had had when he
declared a year later at five that amphibians in purple robes didn't frighten
him at all.
Sirius sighed. "There's something to aspire to."
Apparently cold, Regulus slid under the bedclothes. Sirius felt oddly paternal.
"He'll do great things, Sirius. You should really think about--"
"Why should I follow that sod, when I can be a free man?"
"I'm a free man too," Regulus said.
"You're out all day even though it's Christmas hols. That's just for fun?"
Regulus rolled over so he was facing Sirius. "You'd be out too if your friends
bothered to see you at all."
"They don't want to be in this house, even to pick me up. I can't blame them."
A blatant lie, but it seemed to annoy Regulus, who flopped back against the
pillows, mirroring Sirius.
"And you're scared," Sirius said.
"Am not."
"This is the first time since I got sorted into Gryffindor that you've bothered
to speak to me without insults about something other than school."
With acid in his voice, Regulus said, "I'm trying to save you, you idiot. We're
going to win."
"Bunch of inbred ponces? I think not."
Regulus didn't say anything for a moment.
"No reply to that one? If you're admitting it--"
"Snape kissed me."
"I'll kill him." Sirius was halfway out of bed when Regulus grabbed his arm.
"Right now," he said, even as he sat back down.
"I didn't mind."
"You didn't--"
"No."
Sirius thought of the pictures hidden under his bed, the ones he didn't dare
put on the wall even to shock his parents--he'd like to survive to a ripe old
age, thanks. "What was it like?"
As it turned out, Regulus couldn't see any better than Sirius could, because
the kiss landed somewhere near Sirius's nipple. Well--that could have been the
intention, but Sirius didn't think it was. Regulus moved his mouth up, feeling
his way with sharp narrow fingers, until he reached Sirius's lips, and then
kissed him. Sweet, and yet hot, fire burning everywhere they touched--and
wrong--but delicious...
Regulus bit Sirius's lower lip and pulled away.
His voice rough, Sirius said, "Did you come in here to seduce me?"
For a moment, there was no movement at all, and then in a whirlwind of energy
Regulus was up and out the door before Sirius could think to say anything at
all.
~~~
"Are you sure you want to do that?" Ron said.
"Of course I'm sure," Sirius said, suddenly not at all.
"It's your dignity," Ron said.
"You don't care about my dignity."
"True, but it's less fun to beat you when you're not even trying."
"Who says you're going to beat me?"
Ron smiled and moved a knight.
Sirius moved a bishop and ran his foot over the top of Ron's.
The next move took appreciably longer. Sirius smiled.
"Who taught you to play?" Sirius asked.
"My dad." Ron's tongue was sticking out between his lips a little as he worked.
It wa/s cute, and very young--for a moment Sirius was aware of the long gap of
years stretching a chasm between them, but he ignored it and in a moment it
faded. He hadn't been so much older than Ron when he'd been put into Az--into
suspended animation, nearly enough.
Sirius nudged Ron's foot again. Ron's expression didn't change but his face
reddened a little, making his freckles stand out.
"Your move," Ron said quickly as he moved another piece.
Sirius reached out for a pawn and felt a brush of toes over his instep. He
smiled at Ron, a little wolfish, he was sure, and moved the piece.
"Too easy," Ron said again, mocking, but the colour had reached his ears.
Sirius almost wanted to ask him what he was thinking, if he'd always liked
boys, if it was just him, but talking about feelings wasn't something Sirius
had ever done, that he knew of, and he was even less likely to do it now.
Instead he stroked Ron's foot, more slowly, with more intent.
Ron shifted on his chair a little. Sirius grinned and left his toes brushing
Ron's ankle.
With the next move, Ron slid his foot over--closer to Sirius's, not away.
Sirius pinned the other one to the ground with his other foot, playfully. Some
of the redness was fading from Ron's face, but not all of it. He was restless
in his chair, but he wouldn't meet Sirius's eyes.
Sirius moved a piece, and Ron moved one almost immediately. Sirius reached his
hand out to grab Ron's, but Ron said, "Checkmate," in a rather choked voice,
got up, and left the room.
Well. It was a start. Of what, Sirius wasn't sure.
***
"Please pass the salt," Ron said as Snape strode through the door.
The whole table turned to look. "Adults, now," Snape said, holding the door so
they could file into the hallway and leave the children to eat in peace. Once
they were outside, he closed the door most of the way, leaving a narrow crack.
He was reporting something mundane, though Arthur and Tonks seemed to think it
was important. Sirius amused himself by watching Ron through the opening in the
door. Ron didn't seem to notice he was being observed, so he was doing cute
boyish things, shoving his hair out of his face with one hand, sitting in his
chair in a way that only still-growing lanky boys could do, all folded up and
made of elbows.
From the conversation of the others, it sounded like perhaps there was work to
do. Ordinarily Sirius would care, but he was a bit distracted tonight, and it
wasn't as though he'd be able to do anything to help.
Molly was thanking Snape for the news, and they were going back to the table--
that had been quick. Snape caught Sirius's arm before he could join them.
"Get your hands off me," Sirius said.
"Which one is it?" Snape said.
Sirius paused. Was Snape--
"You were a filthy pervert before you went into Azkaban," Snape said. Sirius
flinched at the word. "I thought it would have been sucked out of you, but I
see I was wrong."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sirius said. It was mostly true--he
didn't remember any sex before Azkaban, at least not in a person-specific kind
of way. The mechanisms were still there.
"You touch even one of my students, and I will kill you," Snape said.
"You could try."
"Or I could just tell them." Snape gestured at the table, at the happy family
gathered there. Sirius paled. "That sounds like a better punishment," Snape
said, with relish.
"Like they'd even believe you," Sirius said, putting as much carelessness into
his voice as he could. He wasn't sure it was believable, but he strode back
into the room and closed the door firmly enough that Snape got the message, but
not so much that it disturbed the other residents from their conversation.
***
"You're up late," Sirius said.
Ron looked up from his magazine. "Fred and George Apparated onto my bed. Scared
me so much I couldn't sleep."
"If you want me to help you get back at them--"
"That's all right." Ron turned back to his magazine.
Sirius stepped back out of the room, listened. Nobody else seemed to be up.
Good. He walked back in, sat down next to Ron on the sofa. Far too close, but
that was the idea, wasn't it? It was nearly automatic, even if the exact
memories weren't there.
Ron didn't quite freeze, but he was definitely more still than he'd been before
Sirius sat down. Sirius reached across him, letting his arm brush across Ron's
stomach, to grab another magazine from where the stack was tucked between Ron's
thigh and the arm of the sofa. "Mind if I--"
"Go right ahead." Ron stared at the page in front of him.
Sirius flipped through a bit. This one was a catalog, really, of Quidditch
brooms. More of the sexualized pictures selling the products. Sirius put one
arm on the back of the sofa, around Ron's shoulders, and pretended to read a
long advertisement for the latest in the Cleansweep series.
Sirius was good at this, patient. It was automatic, still, but it
seemed...right. He waited, and waited, and Ron relaxed more and more. When he
moved to turn a page, Sirius moved too. The pages crushed between them as
Sirius kissed Ron. Ron didn't respond much at first--probably hadn't been
kissed much, poor sod--so Sirius took the lead, prying open his lips and
tasting his tongue, waiting till Ron made a noise in his throat to reach a hand
down into his trousers. Ron was half-hard already, a good sign, and Sirius
stroked him roughly a few times before removing his hands and breaking the kiss
so he could shove the magazines onto the floor as quietly as possible and
really get Ron's clothes off.
"What are you--" Ron said as Sirius practically ripped off his shirt and moved
him by brute force into a horizontal position.
"Easier if you're naked," Sirius said. He had Ron's trousers halfway down his
thighs now, and Ron helpfully lifted up his legs so Sirius could get them off
entirely. Sirius bit lightly at Ron's ankle, which solicited a moan. He
continued biting his way up Ron's legs, finally reaching his groin and now-hard
cock. Sirius bit at the skin right above Ron's cock, making him jump, and then
took the cock into his mouth.
Ron moaned so loudly Sirius wondered if Molly and Arthur would come running,
but thankfully he heard no footsteps. Instead he concentrated on remembering
how to do this--where to put his tongue, how to suck just right. Ron's legs
were moving aimlessly, and his fingers had a death grip on the cushions. It
looked so nice. Sirius undid his own trousers and began to stroke himself.
"Oh--God, I'm gonna--" Ron said breathlessly. Sirius laughed a little--teenage
boys were fast, but they weren't that--
A sudden eruption of fluid in his mouth proved him wrong. Well. Sirius
swallowed and Ron made a wounded noise. Sirius slowly licked him clean,
enjoying the feel of a trembling thigh under his hand.
Ron was lying back against the sofa cushions, eyes closed, breathing shallowly.
Sirius slithered up his body and went to kiss him, but at the first touch of
lips Ron turned his head. Some guys didn't like kissing after, Sirius thought
he remembered. He pressed himself against Ron's body, let his cock slide
between the boy's thighs next to his softening cock. He let Ron's cheek rest
against his, stubbly, as he thrust into the sweaty skin of Ron's groin. It
didn't take too long for him either.
After a few moments, Ron was pushing at his shoulder. "You're heavy," he said.
Sirius noticed, as if for the first time, that Ron had been
uncharacteristically quiet. Something didn't seem right to him either--
something off, something that didn't line up with the memories in his head, the
memories that weren't there--
Refusing to meet his eyes, Ron slid off the sofa and grabbed his shirt. "I
should get back to bed," he said. "Mum'll ask questions if I haven't slept
enough..."
"Sure," Sirius said.
Ron beat a hasty retreat without even dressing again.
Sirius reflected that it could have gone better, but all things considered, it
was a promising start.
***
Ron didn't meet his eyes for three days. Then Harry arrived, and he was happy
again--smiling, laughing--except when Sirius was around. Eventually Sirius took
the hint and retreated to his room when Harry didn't need him. It was enough.
It had to be enough.
~~~
Regulus finally came home the next night long after midnight. Sirius was still
up, writing letters in the library, though their parents had long since
retired. They probably assumed Regulus wouldn't get into trouble--or maybe they
assumed he would, just the kind of trouble they approved of.
"Didn't think you'd still be up," Regulus said when he walked by.
"Writing letters," Sirius said. "And I'm not welcome at family meals anyway, so
there's no reason to be up early for breakfast."
Regulus sighed. "If you'd just try--"
"I don't want to try," Sirius said.
"Apparently."
Sirius expected Regulus would continue on, but he just stood there in the
doorway. "Can I help you?" Sirius said finally, exasperated.
"It wasn't just a kiss," Regulus said.
Sirius felt himself flushing, which was unusual for him. "It was," he said,
"since you left afterwards."
"No, I mean with Snape."
Regulus's face was very open, pleading--for what, Sirius wasn't sure. "I'll
kill him," he said again mechanically, but wanting to kill Snape was basically
a full-time pursuit anyway, and Regulus took it as such.
"I thought you--" Regulus trailed off. He walked into the room. "Stop doing
that."
"Stop--"
"The letter."
Sirius had forgotten he was holding his quill. He set it in the inkwell. "Why?"
Regulus grabbed his collar and pulled him up to his feet. They were about the
same height--Sirius maybe a hair taller, but he slouched more. Regulus kissed
him again.
When Sirius opened his eyes, Regulus was watching him, pupils so dilated so
there was only a thin ring of grey visible. They kissed again, wetter, with
tongue, and Sirius's hands went to Regulus's shirt as Regulus started to
unbuckle Sirius's belt. The soundtrack was nice--soft smacks over the rustle of
fine cloth. They weren't going to talk about this, and that was fine with
Sirius.
Regulus's cock was bigger than his, which surprised Sirius. He was younger--he
shouldn't be--well, strictly speaking, Sirius shouldn't be in a position to
know. He ran his fingers along it, and it was shaped like his, but the sounds
that fell out of Regulus's mouth gave him chills stroking his own cock never
could.
"We--" Regulus's hand reached around back, made a quick possessive caress over
Sirius's arse. "Snape and I. If you wanted to try--"
"Don't ever say his name to me again," Sirius said, his voice nearly a growl.
Shocked, Regulus pulled back and looked at him.
"But if you want to," Sirius said. It wasn't even scary, not if it was Regulus.
Regulus swallowed and nodded. "Okay. Bend over the sofa."
Sirius raised his eyebrows.
"Do it!"
Bossy bastard, Sirius thought as he turned. Regulus stepped up behind him and
his cock slipped up the cleft in Sirius's arse. For a moment, Sirius panicked--
that had to go where?--but then Regulus had moved his fingers below, to circle
around his opening, and he murmured something that made Sirius feel slick and
very--loose. Two fingers slid inside him, easy, though once they were there
Sirius had to try to figure out how to not shove them out.
"Right now--and only right now--I like your friends," Sirius groaned.
Regulus laughed a little and wiggled his fingers. Sirius gasped and grabbed the
back of the sofa to steady himself. His cock knocked against the cushions.
"Okay, I'm gonna--" Regulus pulled his fingers out. It was fast, but whatever
that charm was, Sirius would trust it; he didn't want to wait. Regulus moved
away a little, and then Sirius felt the blunt round broad head where Regulus's
fingers had been.
Sirius bit his lip as Regulus pressed into him. It hurt, and it stretched, but
it was more shocking than anything, that something that big was inside him. He
trembled, trying not to move, worried that any slight change would screw it up.
Regulus shushed him a little as Sirius felt heavy balls swing into his own.
Regulus paused a moment, then pulled out very slowly. "Okay?" he said, voice
tight.
"Okay," Sirius said.
Suddenly Regulus slammed into him. Sirius realized how much he'd been holding
back till now. Regulus was moving quickly, more of an undulation than a thrust.
Sirius's cock nudged the sofa again, and he went to grab it.
"No!" Regulus said. Sirius paused, taken aback, and suddenly--where was Regulus
keeping his wand, anyway?--ropes shot out from between the sofa cushions and
pinned Sirius's wrists down on the other side. Regulus reached around and
squeezed Sirius's cock, though, which was an excellent substitute, all things
considered.
Regulus's hand was moving in a jerky rhythm not aligned with his thrusts, which
had Sirius on edge but not really able to come yet, the signals getting
interrupted on their way from his brain to his cock and arse and back. Regulus
didn't seem to be having the same trouble, though, what with the way he was--
A gasp at the door froze them both. Sirius couldn't bear to look, but the
footsteps walking away and the crying were clearly his mother.
Shame crashed over him like a wave. If it was just him and Regulus, then it was
a brothers thing, but if anyone else saw--
He'd gotten softer, but Regulus hadn't, and went back to it with renewed
energy. A lurking suspicion grew in Sirius's mind that this was rebellion and
not...interest, but he pushed it aside, trying to finish if Regulus would.
Regulus slammed in one time, harder, and then something wet and gushy had
joined his cock in Sirius's arse. Regulus collapsed over Sirius, his hand still
working, making wet noises into the back of Sirius's neck, with his softening
cock still holding Sirius open, and a few moments later Sirius made it to
climax.
It got all over his mother's nice library sofa.
***
"We would like to talk to you," Sirius's father said from the door of his room.
"I'm sure you would."
"Why are you packing your trunk?"
Sirius closed the lid firmly. "I'm leaving."
The look on his father's face was nearly worth it. He'd thought his father was
beyond shock at anything Sirius could do. "At least your destructive influence
will be out of this house," he said finally.
"Good," Sirius said. "Then you won't stop me."
A flash of anger, then calm again. "As you wish."
Sirius shrank the trunk and stuffed it in his pocket. "Later," he said, with as
much malice as he could, and brushed past his father and out the door.
Walking out onto Grimmauld Place was like finding a new world. That house was
corrupting, but he was out of it, out of his family's influence. Now he could
concentrate on other, more important things. He turned in the direction of the
train station and started walking.
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