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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
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  Fandom:
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  Relationship:
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      Sirius_Black/James_Potter, Regulus_Black/James_Potter
  Character:
      Regulus_Black, Sirius_Black, James_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Brother/Brother_Incest, Sibling_Incest, Incest, (explicit), Rape/Non-con
      Elements, Implied/Referenced_Rape/Non-con, Brotherly_Angst, Protective
      Sirius_Black, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, non_canon
      compliance, Slash
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      Published: 2016-05-08 Words: 6563
****** The Voice of Rage and Ruin ******
by tenrousei_kuroi
Summary
     Marauders Era. James Potter wanted a Black of his very own. Sirius/
     James/Regulus. Incest, slash, non-con. Please read warnings.
     Commission.
Notes
     Summary: Sirius was the ultimate prize, and completely unattainable.
     So James sets his sights a little lower, at a certain Black
     Slytherin, and ends up winning double.
     Story Notes: request for lavalamp77 over on FF.net. Sirius/Regulus/
     James. I couldn't make up my mind whether this one should be sort of
     cute and sweet or if I should torture Regulus as I'm often want to
     do. So I split the difference and things got a little horrifying.
     Unbeta'd but edited for once, I promise.
     Title credit to John Fogerty
     Warnings: explicit brotherxbrother incest, underage, non-con,
     noncanon compliance.
The Blacks had a way of carrying themselves that James Potter had come to
recognize. He could hear it when they spoke, see it when they moved, almost
feel it. They all had a haughty, regal posture about them, which was as obvious
in those who had fled their House, like Andromeda, as it was in those who would
never dare, such as Narcissa or Bellatrix.
But perhaps no two aristocrats presented themselves quite so nobly as Sirius
and Regulus Black. James had been drawn to Sirius the second they'd met at the
train station now nearly seven years ago. The boy was arrogant, entitled,
easily angered, and almost predatory in his pursuits…yet there was also a
kindness to him, and a loyalty. Such a person James had never seen before, and
oh how he wanted a Black of his very own. He'd never pursued his friend though,
after realizing that Sirius was far too much for him to handle. Sirius carried
with him the weight of his family's inheritance, and it was a burden he bore
well. Sirius took and controlled what he wanted, and James would never be able
to tame that.
And since the three Black girls were already monogamously paired off, James had
more or less resigned himself to this being one prize he couldn't attain. That
was, however, until Regulus Black arrived at Hogwarts.
Regulus was Sirius's younger brother by two and half years and he was
definitely a Black: striking and proud, but he was also a baby. Halfway through
his fifteenth year, Regulus was the youngest child in the House's current
generation. Unlike his brother, Regulus had not grown up giving orders but
following them. Regulus Black was something James Potter figured he could have
a taste of.
"Oi, Prongs, you mind clearing out for the evening?"
"Who's the hot date with?" James asked, flipping his magazine page. "Not that
Ravenclaw bird again, surely…"
Sirius, who was still seventy percent focused on his floating star models,
spoke in an offhand voice. Around him were splayed pages of transfiguration and
potion notes as well. Sirius's advanced potions class had been brewing
Polyjuice Potions, which were complicated at the best of times, although Sirius
had likely been relying on his lab partner, Moony to do most of the work. "No,
that's long over," Sirius said. "This'll be someone else. Now Peter's still in
the hospital wing with Remus so that just leaves you, mate."
"I'm hurt that you'd throw me out instead of inviting me in on your fun."
Sirius examined idly his gaudy family ring, which sharply threw back the light
of the common room fire. "Blacks don't share very well, James," he admitted
with a smirk.
"Oh don't they?" James asked. "That almost sounds like a challenge, Padfoot."
There was an uneasy spark in Sirius's eyes, mingling with the ferocity James
had come to associate with a Black who had been put to task.
"So tell me who you're seeing."
"No." Was Sirius's curt answer. He still hadn't turned to face James, instead
leaning further over his glowing star maps.
"You've never not told me before…must be someone pretty fucking awful," James
goaded. Sirius sat up straight in his chair, one hand clenching into a tight
fist. James decided to calm his friend down before things got out of hand.
"Easy, mate. I'll get lost. Maybe slip into Hogsmeade and replenish our
Firewhisky stock."
Sirius rose from the table, turning off his astronomy homework as he did so.
"Brilliant," he said after a slow breath. "I can always count on you."
===============================================================================
An hour later James was walking back across the grounds. Not all of Hogwarts's
secret passages led directly from the castle. He had a bottle of stolen liquor
in his hand, opened and already half empty since Hogsmeade.
A storm was attempting to take hold around him. The air was warm aside from
occasional cold drifts. The wind was twisting the trees with a persistent
intensity. The constant rustling of their leaves was all James could hear as he
trudged up to the castle doors, staggering now and then.
At the entrance he paused to stare pensively at his bottle. He didn't feel much
like dragging it back to the dorm with him, so he took one last swig before
tossing it over his shoulder. He heard it crack and roll into the grass. A
large blast of lightning erupted on the western skyline, sending tendrils of
brightness streaking across the sky for one sudden moment before everything
fell back to darkness again.
Somewhere on his way back to Gryffindor Tower, James remembered why he had been
out alone in the first place: Sirius was using their room. There was an agreed
upon rule amongst the Marauders that each had the right to claim the dorm for
the evening now and then, although James and Sirius were the only two to ever
invoke it.
James looked at his watch, having to blink hard a few times before being able
to focus on the numbers. He'd been gone less than two hours. He really should
give Sirius more time, but as he stood outside the portrait entrance
deliberating, he found himself overtaken by a sudden, foul mood.
He wasn't sure where the anger was quite coming from, but he could tell it was
aimed at Sirius. James pulled out his invisibility cloak, which he had
neglected in the dark of the grounds, and slipped it on before entering the
dorm. He was going to see just who Sirius was either too ashamed or too
possessive of to let James know about.
There was no one else up in the commons to be startled by James's invisible
entrance, so he sauntered up to his dorm uninhibited. He paused at the closed
door to listen for a moment. He could hear someone mumbling—a boy no less!
James's eyebrows popped up. It wasn't often that Sirius took to a bloke. In
fact, if James wasn't mistaken, Sirius had never gone all the way with a man
before. He'd shown his usual dominant interest in several attractive boys in
the past—because to Sirius, no one was off-limits—but James had never known
Sirius to do more than bluff and bluster. What boy had finally piqued his
interest to the point of action?
James tapped the door handle once with his wand. A quick and simple unlocking
spell let him slip inside easily. Sirius had likely only been guarding against
accidental intruders, probably assuming his friends would steer clear as they'd
promised.
James clicked the door back shut as silently as possible. Sirius and his
acquaintance hadn't noticed him.
Sirius was shirtless, stretched out overtop someone else on the bed. His arms
were almost violently cradling the boy's head, barely holding the majority of
Sirius's weight off him, and Sirius was working over his neck with forceful
kisses.
If James wasn't mistaken, Sirius's partner seemed to be struggling a bit, but
he was tangled up something awful in his own unbuttoned shirt and Sirius's body
wasn't allowing him a wide range of movement.
But then Sirius shifted slightly and the boy saw and opening. He jerked his
knee up hard, catching Sirius in the abdomen and Sirius sat up abruptly.
"You little fuck!" he hollered.
The boy struggled frantically to disentangle his legs from Sirius and managed
to throw himself off the bed. His shirt was too tangled by that point so to
free his arms he threw it off. James almost gasped when he got a look at the
frantic boy's face.
"Regulus," Sirius growled.
Regulus Black, James couldn't believe it. Sirius was screwing his own—extremely
underage—brother, and that was why James hadn't been allowed in on this little
tryst. James should have suspected something like this. After all, Sirius had
never denied him a good time before with any other date James had shown
interest in, as James had always done for Sirius. This time, however…James had
been excluded. Had Sirius kept Regulus a secret because he didn't want James to
know he was partaking in incest, or because he'd seen the lecherous way James
had always regarded his brother? Did he think he was protecting Regulus, or did
he merely want the boy all to himself?
James scooted closer to the bed for fear of Regulus knocking into him during
his escape, but oddly Regulus didn't run for the door. In fact, the Slytherin
didn't even stand up. He curled his legs under himself and leaned almost fully
flat on the floor, panting.
"Come back here," Sirius ordered.
Regulus shook his head. "Just…just one second," he begged in a small voice. "I
will, but please, Sirius, give me a moment. I—I…"
Regulus seemed to be near hyperventilating. Sirius slowly approached him.
"Are you mad at me?" Regulus asked, looking resolutely at the floor. Sirius was
silent, but he did encase Regulus in his arms, rubbing languid circles up and
down his side and lower back. "I'm sorry," Regulus continued. "I just couldn't
breathe well and got scared."
"I'm sorry I scared you," Sirius said, though to James's ears the words rang a
bit insincere.
There was an intense jealously burning in James's stomach while he watched the
two Blacks fall back onto the bed. How many evenings spent with that hideous
Ravenclaw girl—the one of Sirius's partners James had never wanted anything to
do with—had actually been cover-ups for meetings with Regulus? For years, James
had been plotting a way around Sirius's familial instincts and straight to
Regulus…now to see he'd been beaten to it! How long had this been going on?
Regulus was probably hardwired to only his brother by this point, James thought
bitterly.
James watched Regulus nervously take Sirius's cock in his mouth, one hand
clamped firmly around the base to try and hide the fact that he couldn't quite
fit the whole thing.
The sight of Sirius's erect prick aroused James like it always did, but his
eyes slid easily to Regulus. Regulus was only shirtless, but it was enough to
make James's heart pound watching Reg's cheeks hollow as he strained to
pleasure his brother, his shoulders twitch as he tried to keep himself balanced
with his one free hand, his eyes water with uncertain tears…
Sirius looked about ready to push Regulus back, but Regulus doubled down his
efforts desperately and Sirius came down his throat instead.
"Fuck," Sirius gasped, sweat running down his neck. "I wanted you to stop," he
scolded.
Regulus swallowed thickly. "I'm sorry," he said again.
Sirius palmed his waning erection and pulled Regulus down for a kiss. "You
really don't want me to fuck you tonight," he complained.
Regulus bit his lip. "I thought…"
Sirius sighed and hooked his fingers in the waistband of Regulus's trouser to
pull the boy even closer. "It's all right I suppose. We'll just have to wait
for a few minutes."
Regulus nodded in defeat and curled himself up against Sirius's side. For the
first time, James noticed an ugly bruise on Regulus's ribcage. Had Sirius
struck him?
"I love you," Regulus said in a broken whisper.
"Mm, yes you do."
James didn't miss the hurt look that crossed Regulus's face.
===============================================================================
James's minor fancy for Regulus Black evolved into a full-on obsession after
that night. He stared hungrily across the Great Hall during mealtimes, where
Regulus would sit surrounded by Slytherins, his nose in the air and a haughty
look on his face.
You weren't so high and mighty when I saw you the other night, James thought
smugly. So it seemed that Regulus Black put up a noble venire, but when push
came to shove, he was little more than his brother's property.
And God if James didn't want him for himself. He approached Sirius exactly
eight days after his voyeuristic adventure in their dorm room. He waited until
Remus and Peter were asleep and Sirius, who had been "on a date" all evening,
was in the shower.
"Oi there, Padfoot! Careful," James smirked when Sirius jumped in surprise,
banging his shoulder against the crystal shower door.
"Fucking hell. James?" Sirius hissed. "Get the fuck out."
James laughed. Through the shower door, he saw the blurry, beige silhouette of
his friend cross his arms across his chest, muttering angrily over the low hiss
of the water.
"I wanted a word with you, actually Sirius." James leaned boldly against the
door. With a snarl, Sirius slid it open and James fell sputtering at his feet
and was immediately drenched in water.
James sat up and slid away from the shower, swiping water from his face and
hair. Sirius shut the water off and stepped out onto the rug.
"Throw me that towel, will you?" he asked.
James obliged. "You're welcome," he said sarcastically.
Sirius sneered and threw the damp towel to the ground and started to redress.
Little raindrops of hot water flicked from his dark hair. "What did you need,
James?" he asked exasperatedly.
"Well I just had a few questions for you, really…about your family, actually."
Sirius shot him a questioning look. "What? You accost me in the shower just to
ask me about my family? Fucking hell, I'd almost rather you'd've been coming on
to me!"
"Don't flatter yourself." James followed Sirius about the bathroom while he
combed his hair and cleaned his teeth. "Just tell me. Your parents are cousins,
no?"
Sirius twitched. "Second cousins," he said uneasily. "Which is entirely legal.
Don't worry, I'm in no danger of sprouting a third eye."
"Okay, okay, easy. Just curious. You Blacks all look so alike, is all. Now…your
father's still head of the family, but you're eighteen. So where does that put
you?"
Sirius shrugged. "It means I'm his darling little second in command. At least
until I turn 25 or the old fuck dies. Why?"
"How does he feel about your brother, then?"
Sirius raised an eyebrow in puzzlement. "Reg?" he asked. "Reg is his little
angel. Spoiled, pampered little shit. Not worth half the attention he gets.
Reckon my dad'd cry if I disowned Reg out from under him."
"Disown him, what?" James asked.
"You know, disown. Blast him off the tapestry. Send him packing from Grimmauld
Place in shame. Leave him as destitute as a squib. Hilarious, eh? No one'd be
allowed to take him in!"
"Why would you do that to him?" asked James in surprise.
Sirius shrugged again, stifling a slight yawn. "Well I don't want that little
brat trying to steal my inheritance out from under me. Mum and Dad always did
like him better."
"Do you really think Regulus would try to usurp you?" James asked in disbelief.
The idea sounded ludicrous to him.
"Probably not," Sirius admitted. "But lording that threat over his head's a
good way to get him to do what I want," he added, laughing loudly.
"Like let you bend him over your four poster?"
Sirius coughed. "What the hell did you just say?"
James twirled a piece of Sirius's wet hair between his fingers. "Threatening to
throw him out into the muggle streets…So that's how you've got him so well-
trained!"
Sirius spun and ducked from James's hand, and then he came up swinging. The two
toppled to the ground, Sirius on top.
"He told you?" Sirius hissed. "I'll strangle him! I'll see him locked up in
Azkaban's mental ward before I let him try and ruin me!"
"Ruin you?" James spat, trying to roll out from under his friend. "No, moron,
he didn't say a word. I saw you!"
"What?" Sirius gasped.
"I saw you fuck your younger brother," James said bluntly before bursting into
laughter. He prized himself from Sirius's grip and stood up, dabbing at his
wounded jaw.
"You have no proof," Sirius insisted. "No one will believe you. There's—"
"Your daddy will believe me," James said with a sly smile. "Maybe I should send
him an owl? Let him know what's been happening to his favorite child!"
"You wouldn't dare, Potter."
"Oh, wouldn't I?" James said tauntingly. He nimbly hopped out of Sirius's
swinging range, expecting to have Sirius lunge for him again. But strangely,
Sirius actually moved away from him, eyes wide. He was still shaking in fury,
but James could swear there was true terror in his eyes.
"You can't, Prongs," he whispered. "Don't you understand what you'd be doing to
me?"
"Oh relax, Sirius," James said. "And calm down, before you wake Moony and
Wormtail. You don't want them listening in on this conversation, do you?"
"No. James, please…"
James swung an arm over Sirius's shoulder. "Padfoot," he said levelly. "You're
my best mate. Sort of like a brother. Wait, maybe that's no longer the best
analogy. Listen, the point is you can stop worrying. I wouldn't turn you in to
your parents…"
Sirius didn't seem convinced. It was an odd sensation for James, to see Sirius
so vulnerable. He felt like a puppet master, pulling Sirius's strings taught,
ready to make him dance. James did care for Sirius, truly he did. The two of
them were partners in crime, practically inseparable, but Sirius, with his
station and privilege always got everything. And now the one thing James wanted
that had been off-limits to Sirius no longer was. Sirius had snagged Regulus,
likely on a lark, just for the sake of it…but James had wanted Regulus since
he'd set eyes on him…had been planning his attack for years…
James gave Sirius his most sincere look and after some time, Sirius relented.
"You'll really keep this a secret for me?"
James nodded. "Naturally. Just promise me one little favor, okay?"
Sirius sighed in defeat. His broad shoulders seemed to sag. "Yes of course.
I'll end it."
"Huh—what?" James said, shocked. "No you prig. That's not it at all, I don't
care if you shag your brother until he breaks."
"You're not disgusted?" Sirius asked. "Then what're you so mad about? That I
kept it a secret from you?"
"You could say I was a little bit jealous, yes."
Sirius blinked, looking incredibly confused. "Jealous over me landing a bloke?
Did you want me to hook you up with your own boy?"
James snickered. "Guess again, Padfoot."
Sirius's eyes widened. "N—no way," he said loudly. "Pick another prize!"
"Oh, I don't think so," said James. "Not when just the prize I've been wanting
for years now is suddenly so very much within my grasp."
"He's mine," said Sirius bitterly. "You can't have him."
"If you deny me this, Sirius, soon it will be you who doesn't have him. Or much
else, really. I don't think they allow much by way of personal artifacts in
Azkaban."
"You wouldn't."
James put on a theatrical sigh. "Probably not," he conceded. "But then again,
why take that chance? And besides, Sirius, now that I know, you know I'm just
going to keep hounding you until you give in. Come on, we're best mates. We
share everything, don't we? I share my invisibility cloak with you, we're all
animagi, and you and I've shared plenty of fucks before. And there's enough of
Regulus to go around."
Sirius was seething again, though the traces of fear still remained. As he
watched his friend think furiously, James had to wonder if anyone had ever
gotten one over on Sirius Black before.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Don't act like I'm asking you to sell me your firstborn here, Padfoot. Just
loan me your brother now and then. Maybe let me get a feel for him tonight."
James leaned against Sirius dramatically. Sirius pushed him off with a low
growl.
"I won't have you touch him if I'm not there."
James rolled his eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry, big brother, I know how much Regulus's
wellbeing means to you!"
"Don't test me, Prongs. I will notleave him with you unsupervised."
"This coming from the man who has been blackmailing Regulus with exile? Oh…"
James's voice slid down into a sly drawl. "Don't tell me that was all just a
bluff. Don't tell me the haughty, noble, Sirius Black has actually fallen in
love? With his little brother!"
"Don't be ridiculous," Sirius said curtly, but he ended the conversation
immediately and pulled James from the bathroom. "Keep your voice down," he
ordered, grabbing his jacket. "And get your invisibility cloak."
===============================================================================
Sirius led James to the Slytherin dungeons. It didn't occur to James to be
affronted that Sirius not only knew the location of the Slytherin dorms but
that he was probably up to date on the password as well and had never shared
any of this valuable information with his marauding colleagues. The two had to
walk slowly as they were draped in the same invisibility cloak.
"Tojours Pur," Sirius said to a space of stone wall that looked completely
normal until, upon hearing his words, a large ornate door formed on it, which
Sirius promptly opened.
"Damn, this should have been your House, Padfoot," James chided. Sirius elbowed
him hard.
It was late enough that no one was about in the Slytherin commons. James folded
his cloak up and stowed it away while he walked lazily about, taking in the
green décor.
"Would it kill them to keep a fire going?" he asked grumpily. For all the
expensive chandeliers and imported furniture, the whole room felt very damp and
cold.
"Wait here and I'll go get my brother," Sirius said.
"No need," commented James. He pointed to the far corner of the room, where a
sleepy-looking Regulus Black was emerging from a heavy door. He was dressed in
loose sleeping pants and an oversized shirt that must have once been Sirius's.
"Sirius?" Regulus asked, blinking slowly. "I thought I heard your voice. What
are you doing here again?"
"Hi, Reggie," said Sirius. "Did we wake you up?"
Regulus shook his head. "I wasn't asleep yet," he promised. "Roommates're out
cold, though."
"Good," said James. "We don't need any attention. So what do you think, Sirius?
Can we take him back with us? I don't think the temperature down here's quite
gonna' agree with me if you get my drift."
"Just hold on a minute, Prongs," Sirius said.
Regulus tilted his head to the side, his eyes slitted. "What's going on,
anyway? Why're you two here?"
Sirius walked to his brother and slung an arm around him. Regulus didn't even
try to resist. He probably thought he was safe from any assault with James
there, since he didn't know James was privy to his and Sirius's illicit
activities.
"You're going to come stay with us tonight, Reggie," Sirius said cheerfully.
Regulus gave him a suspicious look.
"You've come all the way back down here just to drag me up to your tower for
some sort of sleepover?"
"Just come on. James wants to…meet you."
"I've already met him," Regulus said shortly, but he allowed Sirius to lead him
from the dorms and out into the halls, James following close behind.
James paused to get his cloak back out.
"Sirius, what's going on?" Regulus demanded. Sirius leaned in for a kiss.
Regulus let out a horrified squeak and leapt back. "W-what're you doing?" he
demanded fiercely, looking at James.
"Being a kind, caring, and generous best friend," Sirius said simply. "Now come
on." He held out a hand.
But instead of returning to his brother, Regulus started backing up, shaking
his head violently, evidently horrorstruck as he put two and two together.
"Regulus," Sirius said in warning.
But Regulus, in a move that probably surprised even himself, took off running.
He couldn't get back to his dorm, because James was in the way, so he dashed
off down the main hall instead. Sirius and James both stood, gobsmacked for a
moment before gathering their wits and setting chase, Sirius hollering threats
to his brother as loudly as he dared.
Sirius pulled out his wand as he crashed up a staircase. He sent a jinx
straight at Regulus's ankles but Regulus slipped around a corner just in time.
Sirius and James skidded to a halt at the school's main entrance.
"Where'd he go?" James asked, panting a little. Sirius spun about in a quick
circle, not seeing Regulus anywhere, but noticing the main door was slightly
ajar. "Do you think he went outside?"
Sirius frowned. "Wait here," he said, walking not to the open main door but to
a small closet on the other side of the hallway. He knocked gently. "Nice try,
Reg, come on out."
To James's surprise, Sirius's hunch turned out to be right. He reached an arm
into the small room and pulled his brother out by his collar.
"Jesus, Regulus, are you trying to get us caught by one of the caretakers?"
Sirius scolded. He hit Regulus on his side with such force that James was
certain there'd be one hell of a bruise there soon. Before his brother could
react, Sirius hit him again.
Regulus bit back a whimper. When Sirius let up on him, Regulus straightened up
and gave James a fleeting, calculating look, and then turned to bury his face
in Sirius's chest, mumbling.
"Regulus—"
"No," Regulus insisted. "I can't. I won't. I'm still sore from you earlier. You
can't ask me to do this…I thought—I…you promised…"
"Come now, Regulus," Sirius said a little coldly. "Won't you be a good boy for
me?"
Regulus looked like he might cry. He nodded a little, before launching into a
bout of frantic apologies.
"James," Sirius said suddenly. "Let me talk to him for a few minutes. Go wait
for us in the Tower."
"Fair enough," said James. "Don't keep me waiting."
Sirius nodded, running a hand through Regulus's hair. "Leave your cloak behind
for us, will you, mate?"
===============================================================================
Regulus must have taken a lot of convincing, because James was waiting in their
dorm for nearly forty-five minutes before Sirius finally turned up with his
brother. James was aggravated that Sirius hadn't just dragged Regulus off with
him, but at least the extra time had given him an opportunity to shove a sleepy
and confused Remus and Peter out of the room to sleep elsewhere.
James was already turning the evening around in his head. He'd been wanting
this for a while, but what was the best way to proceed? Regulus was obviously
insanely loyal-or at least insanely afraid of-his brother, but Sirius didn't
exactly treat him well. James surmised that with a bit of consideration, it
wouldn't be that hard to make himself Regulus's preferred partner. Or would the
fact that he'd ordered Regulus like a plate of hors d' oeuvres be too much for
the boy to forgive?
"Well look at you," James crooned as Regulus walked into the dorm. Sirius was,
oddly, trailing behind him by a few feet. Regulus had a resolute look on his
face and if James wasn't mistaken, he'd taken a comb or two to his bedhead, and
looked a bit more composed than he had earlier. Without a word, he slipped free
of his clothes and climbed onto Sirius's bed next to James with the grace of a
kneazle.
"Well, you suddenly look like you're ready to behave. Padfoot, what'd you do to
him?" James asked with a laugh.
"Don't try me, Potter. Just get this over with."
James rolled his eyes and ignored Sirius, who took a seat on Remus's bed and
folded his legs up under himself, staring unflinchingly at his folded hands.
James turned to look at his prize.
Regulus's naked body was every bit as appealing as he'd seemed the other night.
He had flawless, almost nacreous skin, and James was pleased to note that
Sirius's minor beating earlier hadn't resulted in any unsightly bruises or
marks. Regulus's hair, now that it had been tamed, fell around his face in
slight waves; when he turned his head coyly to the blankets, his bangs hid his
stormy grey eyes, high cheekbones, and small, straight—almost Middle
Eastern—nose.
"What do you want?" Regulus asked in a dead voice that snapped James out of the
trance the Slytherin's perfect body had put him in. James shucked his clothes
and pulled Regulus up against him. The muscles in Regulus's arms seemed to
twitch at James's touch.
"I want to fuck you," James said simply. "I'm going to fuck you. But why don't
you get me ready first?"
Regulus took a deep breath before he reached into the nightstand to fish out a
small bottle of lotion, knowing exactly where Sirius kept it. He grimaced
briefly and coated up his hands before taking ahold of James's cock.
James fell back against the pillows—Sirius, the noble little prince that he
was, always had about half a dozen on his bed—and moaned. It was far from his
first handjob, but there was something about how he'd gotten here, how he was
in control of not only Regulus right now, but Sirius as well. There was
something about winning what he'd wanted for so long that was getting him off
faster than just the hand on his prick.
"Go on," he prompted, fisting a lock of Regulus's silky hair. "You can take it
in your mouth." When Regulus seemed apprehensive, James added, "It's okay, I
won't hurt you."
Regulus didn't seem to believe him. With a look of pure horror, he glanced back
at Sirius, who after a brief stutter, nodded curtly and said, "I'm right here.
You'll survive."
So Regulus sprawled out in front of James and took the head of his cock between
his pale lips. James fought the urge to chuckle as Regulus's hair tickled his
skin.
Regulus seemed hesitant at what he was doing. "Come on, further now. Surely
your big brother trained you better than this?" James put a hand on the back of
Regulus's head and pushed him down. Regulus gagged but managed it.
"Good boy."
Sirius remained uncharacteristically quiet, which emboldened James to be even
rougher with Regulus. He sat up, took a tight fistful of Regulus's hair and
pistoned his hips forcefully.
"You look beautiful like this, you know?" James nudged Regulus onto his back
and then pulled him over, so he was on his stomach beneath the Gryffindor
Prefect. He leaned close to Regulus and whispered in his ear. "Sirius promised
me a share of you, you know. He told me everything. And if you enjoy being a
member of the Black family, I suppose you'll never run from me again, will
you?"
Regulus shook his head, but he was panting loudly. "N—not often, though. I'm
not…Sirius wouldn't…"
"Mm, no I think it'll be more like whenever I feel like it, my little snake."
Regulus hid his face in the blankets, but his shoulders still heaved with heavy
sobs beneath James's chest.
James planted a kiss to Regulus's quivering neck. "Toss me the lubricant,
Padfoot, will you?"
James kissed Regulus a few more times before lifting his head up. "Today,
sometime, Sirius. Or did you want me to hurt him?"
Sirius got unsteadily off of Remus's bed and walked up to James and Regulus. He
seemed to be struggling internally. With unsteady hands, he opened the top
drawer of his nightstand.
"It's in my nightstand, moron," James huffed exasperatedly. "I borrowed it the
other day, remember? Maybe I didn't tell you…"
Sirius glared at James but did as requested. James coated his fingers up and
shoved two into Regulus to the hilt. Regulus jumped with an undignified squeak.
"Damn," James remarked. "I thought he'd be looser with you having fucked him
just a few hours ago…"
Regulus whined, trying to wriggle away as James added another finger.
"Sirius, hold your brother still for me, will you?"
"James, I swear to God," Regulus muttered fiercely. "…I hate you."
"Oh don't say that, little one," James said softly. "If you'd give me a chance,
I'd be much nicer to you than your brother ever is. I've seen him with you,
holding you by your neck, hitting you. He's probably going to want a go himself
after I'm done with you!"
Before Regulus could answer, Sirius was on his knees by the side of the bed,
holding Regulus's head steady in his hands and kissing him gently, humming.
Regulus quieted down and relaxed enough for James to enter him.
James set up a fierce pace almost immediately. He'd not had a man before, but
he'd done this with a few women. It was probably his imagination, but Regulus
seemed hotter, tighter. "I'd slide over a bit, Padfoot, unless you want to
crash heads with your brother," James warned, thrusting so hard that Regulus
was jerked forward.
Sirius moved to the side.
"Surprised you're not wanking yourself off to this, Sirius," James said light-
heartedly. "I was when I saw you two together."
"Maybe he's not a voyeuristic prick like you," Regulus said through clenched
teeth. There were tears falling down his face, though whether from humiliation
or pain, James wasn't sure.
"Voyeuristic?" James laughed. "Yes that does sound like me." James sat back,
pulling Regulus up against his chest. The sound of Regulus falling down on
James's cock again and again was all that Regulus seemed able to hear at that
point. With a groan of defeat, he let his head fall backwards onto James's
shoulder. James took a firmer hold on Regulus's hip and started moving faster.
He was so very close. "Will you give me a kiss, Black? Come on."
Regulus craned his neck and left an unsteady kiss on James's lips, barely
grazing them as he was rocked violently up and down. James steadied Regulus and
captured his mouth in a superior kiss. He grazed Regulus's teeth with his
tongue and felt Regulus shake. James was honestly surprised the boy didn't bite
him. He thrust up one more time into Regulus's strained body.
"Gods…" he whispered, coming long and hard inside Regulus. Regulus let out a
cry like he was being broken. "I bet you're Sirius's prized possession aren't
you?"
Regulus sputtered and fell off James. He rolled to his side with a hand on his
stomach. Still feeling gloriously tingly and high, James slid up against the
headboard, one hand placed lazily behind his own head and the other holding
Regulus down by the shoulder.
"Well now, Sirius, are you ready to help me fulfill my inner—how did Baby Black
put it?—voyeuristic prick?"
Sirius sent James an alarmed look.
"You've had your fun for the evening," he said bitterly.
"And now you're all jealous, I can tell." James nodded to Sirius's crotch. "If
you're not hard as a rock then I'll eat my own wand. Now come up here and fuck
your little brother until he screams. I know you've done it many times before."
Sirius looked murderous but didn't move.
"You've time to plot my downfall later, Siri," James chided. "I'm offering you
something delicious right here, hop to it."
Sirius moved slowly, uncertainly. It made James snigger. Sirius had never been
shy in front of an audience before, yet here he was…
Regulus keened as Sirius entered him.
"I'm sorry," Sirius whispered, stroking Regulus's face. "He hurt you didn't he?
You're bleeding. I know it hurts, I'm sorry. This is my fault; I was too
cowardly. I'm sorry. I love you."
Sirius was clearly trying to be gentle with Regulus, which is why it amused
James so much to call him out.
"Come on, Sirius, surely you can do better than that? I said I wanted to hear
him scream! …Or did you need me to show you how it's done?" James raised an
eyebrow and started to touch himself again.
"No!" Sirius said vehemently. He increased his awkward thrusts. Regulus let out
a pained cry and Sirius reached around to try and coax his brother's limp cock
to orgasm.
"Oh, look at you being so kind," James cooed. "Has the stone cold Sirius Black
finally found his softer side?"
Sirius ignored him, focusing all his attentions on Regulus. To James's mild
surprise, Regulus came within minutes. And the mixed look of pain and ecstasy
on his face was enough to get James off a second time.
"Oh, fuck," Sirius bit down on his tongue as Regulus tightened around him. He
pulled out and came, shaking, on Regulus's lower back. A sticky, leaking mess,
Regulus collapsed and Sirius lay down next to him, placing himself protectively
between his brother and James.
"Holy shit," James said. The weight of both his orgasms were dragging him down
towards a blissful sleep. By the look of things, Sirius and his brother weren't
far behind.
James was so glad he'd come back from Hogsmeade early that evening the previous
week, and that he'd been drunk enough to sneak in on Sirius's plans.
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The three of them slept together in a pile like a litter of tuckered-out
puppies. It was unreasonably cute considering the debauched nature of what had
taken place. James woke second in the early hours of the morning. He wasn't too
worried about Peter or Remus walking in on them, and by the look of things,
neither was Sirius. Those two usually understood that when James and Sirius
asked for the dorm for the night, you didn't come back in until James and
Sirius came out.
Regulus was now in the middle, resting calmly on Sirius's chest. He looked
remarkably peaceful despite the night's activities. Sirius, for his part,
looked miserable. He held Regulus tight against him, running a gentle hand down
the curve of Regulus's spine. Regulus mewled softly in his sleep and cuddled
closer.
"You know, I never thought I'd see the day," James said in an off-hand voice.
Sirius looked to him, startled.
"I didn't know you were up," he said grimly.
James ignored him. "You've screwed a lot of people, Sirius Black, and you've
thrown away a lot of hearts. I admit I thought you were completely untamable."
Sirius was glaring at James out of the corner of his eye. "Prongs," he said in
a low voice.
"Just a lay, you'd always say to me. I don't needlove or sweet words, just a
willing body. And like clockwork, you'd always throw them away after three or
four months."
Sirius gritted his teeth but didn't say anything. The blankets had fallen to
Regulus's naked waist, revealing the smattering of bruises he'd received the
night before.
"But here we are," James said in awe. "The heir to the Noble and Most Ancient
House of Black has fallen madly in love…with his own brother. Don't worry,
Padfoot," James added before Sirius could deny his accusation. "I'm not gonna'
tell anyone that you're head over heels for Regulus Black, so long as I
actually get to fuck him next time."
"I don't know what you're on about," Sirius growled, shifting himself and
Regulus away from James a little.
James scoffed in amusement and rolled over to plant a wet kiss on Regulus's
jaw. Regulus fidgeted in his sleep.
"You're a good big brother, Sirius, you really are. But tell me…what are you
going to say to Remus when Slughorn asks you guys to turn your potion in?"
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