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works/285884.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Regulus_Black/Lucius_Malfoy
  Character:
      Regulus_Black, Lucius_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Community:_kink_bingo
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-11-30 Words: 578
****** You Can't Leave This World Behind ******
by BeesKnees
Summary
     They're brothers-in-arms now.
     Written for kink-bingo 2010; bloodplay.
Regulus was so very young. It was simultaneously difficult to remember and yet,
all one could think about. At least, that was the case for Lucius. Of course,
he had known for months that the Dark Lord was planning on collecting the
youngest of the Blacks – now the Heir Apparent to the family. Lucius, for his
part, needed to collect Regulus as well. After all, being the heir was a
position Regulus wore like both savior and martyr.
Just like how he wore the pretty little Dark Mark that was now splashed on his
skin, the ink sinking down, down, the tendrils of magic curling into his blood.
Lucius found that the Dark Mark sat especially well on Regulus' skin.
Right now, it was still raw, still so fresh that Lucius thought he could lean
down and taste something of the Dark Lord on the boy's skin. The black stood
starkly against Regulus' pale skin – which was made all the more pale by the
fact that he was wavering somewhere precariously between awareness and
unconsciousness.
He was in Lucius' bed – because this was a night that Lucius had waited for and
there had to be some notion of celebration for their Pureblood Prince – with a
halo of red around him; Lucius had started off slowly, simply devouring
Regulus' mouth, because he had enjoyed the way that Regulus' entire body seemed
delayed. He knew it was because Regulus was exhausted, because he was strung
out from the magic. His fingers had strayed to the fresh mark far too often,
noting the way that each of Regulus' muscles became taught as he did.
Then, he simply had to use his wand. The first cut had been small. He had
traced the skin of Regulus' right with arm with the tip, an incantation not
necessary to split the skin so that red beaded up, as if he was trying to
create a mirror image, as if he needed to balance Regulus' body back out.
Regulus had let out the most exquisite gasp of a sound. Lucius felt himself
come undone. Everything became a messy blur after that. Lucius began tracing
his wand along any slice of skin that he could, as if he was trying to undo
Regulus at the seams. Regulus moaned and cried out, becoming breathless as he
arched and thrashed beneath Lucius; it was if he didn't know if he needed to
get closer to the sensation or further away.
Lucius pushed against and into the boy's body, everything with slick with
blood, giving way easily. He couldn't help but groan as he grabbed at Regulus'
narrow hips, even as he refused to give up his hold on his wand. He fucked
Regulus until he couldn't see straight, pushing his cock into the boy over and
over as he watched the color drain out of Regulus' face. The more he seemed to
move, the faster he seemed to lose blood, until they were both entirely covered
in it, until Lucius' hair was soaked into it and he could taste it, salty and
unbearably alive.
He came, roughly, silently, and then practically collapsed on top of Regulus'
chest. He could hear the boy's shallow breathing, the way it was restless,
still mostly pants. He moaned softly beneath Lucius and shifted just slightly
so that Lucius could catch his wrist. He wrapped his fingers too tightly about
the skin and kissed at where the Dark Mark was now seared red.
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