Title: Folly
Author: pre_raphaelite1
Characters/Pairings: Bella/Regulus/Severus (sort of?)
Rating: R
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Touch, Male Infertility
Other Warnings: Cross-dressing, Kissing Cousins, Lack of pr0n?
Word Count: 1380
Summary/Description: Bella tarts Regulus up; Severus is unimpressed.
Author's Notes: Well- uh... that Touch prompt was really... broad? So you can't blame me too much. Right? :P This is a fic idea I was toying with a couple years back but only now got around to doing something with. And of course it didn't go as I thought. Damn you, Severus Snape! :P And now I must return to the insanity of packing for a cross-country move. Watch out, American South: pre_raphaelite is on her way!



“Higher.”

”Higher?”

“Yes, higher.”

“But Bella!”

“Honestly Regulus, with all this whining, one would start to think you’d never worn a skirt before.”

Regulus clamped his mouth shut, lips curved down in a pout. He couldn’t object to that. Not with the frequent times Bella had found him nicking Cissa’s clothes. And so he hitched the small pleated skirt higher and continued to pout.

“That’s better.” Bella smiled at him, then knelt down to readjust the straps which held up his black thigh-highs, tutting softly at them for daring to not be just perfect. Regulus felt like one of the porcelain dolls which lined Andromeda’s room, beautiful but meant to be dressed by someone else.

“What are you smiling about now?”

Regulus shook his head. He wouldn’t encourage the idea by explaining that the qualities of a Black and a child’s plaything were rather similar. “Nothing, Bella.”

Bella knew when she was being lied to but also knew when it mattered, so she merely stood up and fussed over the white shirt Regulus was wearing. “Two or three buttons?”

Regulus looked down at her fingers then shrugged. “Two? Three and I’ll start to look like a Knockturn whore.”

This earned him a quick look accompanied by a sharply raised eyebrow. “And just what do you know about Knockturn whores, Cousin?”

Regulus pouted for a moment then he shrugged. “Only what Sirius told me.”

This made Bella’s eyes flash but she didn’t speak further, settling for unbuttoning two of the mother-of-pearl buttons on the borrowed white shirt and spreading the nearly sheer silk open to reveal the pale skin of Regulus’ chest.

“You will please him greatly, you know.”

He nodded, having heard these words before, but referencing a greater man rather than one of his servants who waited beyond a closed and spell-locked door. “Yes, Bella. I shall try.” He paused then continued, “But you’ll be there with me, won’t you? You promised!”

Bella smiled up at him, letting her fingers trail up under the skirt to trace the edge of the white lace knickers Regulus wore. “Of course, I will be. Have I ever broken my promise to you?”

Regulus smiled boyishly. “No, Bella. Never.”

“Then why do you think I would start now?”

He shifted his weight slightly, trying to get the teasing touch to move to more pleasurable locations; but her fingers resisted his wordless request and continued to slip back and forth along the lace over his hip. Regulus answered quietly, “Because of Rodolphus.”

Bella stood and cupped Regulus’ face in her hands, “Family comes first, Regulus. Black blood reigns supreme and that sovereignty runs in your veins. If Rodolphus hasn’t realised that yet or wishes to take issue with it, then he is a fool.”

Regulus nodded slowly, rubbing his face kittenishly against his cousin’s cool hands. “Rodolphus isn’t a fool. He married you.”

Pleased, Bella smiled. “And you are not a fool either, my Regulus. And you are very handsome, especially like this.”

He looked down, a few strands of hair slipping into his eyes as he did. “Of course I am. I always look handsome.” His fingers smoothed the shirt down, and the whisper of movement made his nipples harden, pushing visibly against the sheer fabric.

Bella turned him around to face the huge silver mirror which covered the wall between the ebony wardrobe and the closed door that opened into the adjoining bedroom, then she tipped his face up once more. “Look at yourself, Regulus. Look at the beauty which you will share with him. That you have shared with me.”

Regulus’ chin rose at the praise, shoulders squaring, and he looked at his reflection. He had to admit there was little that would flatter him more than fine fabrics. He was born to wear the best: pale shirts that tantalizingly clung to the small peaks of his nipples, short skirts that revealed the long elegance of his legs which were accentuated by the sheen of black silk stockings. He lifted the front of the skirt to inspect the knickers Bella had bought for him. Yes, these too were perfect; the lace molded to his body, to the soft curve of his balls, to the ridge of his half-hard cock, to the angular jut of his hips. He turned slightly, following the sweep of lace down his pert arse, sloping in to his cleft about half-way down, leaving the lower curves of his arse exposed.

He faced the mirror again, smiling once more. “Thank you, Bella.”

“You’re welcome, pet. Now, let’s not keep him waiting anymore.”

She took Regulus’ hand and led him to the door, pausing before opening it. She bent down to kiss him, lips warm, and Regulus’ lips parted under hers. Her tongue slid into his mouth and he sighed contentedly at the familiar taste and feel of her. She broke the kiss and murmured softly, “Go on then. Make Cousin Bella proud.”

Regulus nodded soberly, back straightening then he opened the door himself and cocked his hips slightly to one side, a practiced position that showed his body and his fine clothing off best. Then he waited, eyes on the narrow figure who stood at the window.

He continued to wait, anticipating the natural appreciation of his appearance, but not the length of time it stretched into. Regulus started to worry that maybe his skirt was still tucked up or maybe a stocking was slipping down or that maybe three buttons was really better than two, regardless of the fashion of Knockturn whores.

Finally Severus spoke, “Well are you planning on standing in the doorway all afternoon or could your princeliness be bothered to enter into the room with the plebeians?”

Regulus immediately started looking around the room for whatever creeping creatures these plebeians must be. “Do they bite?”

“Who?”

“The plebeians.” Regulus couldn't see anything. Surely the house elves had cleaned this room at least twice today, hadn't they? There shouldn't be any dirt or bugs, but maybe they had missed it? Maybe it had gone an entire day without being cleaned and now these vicious plebeians had infested the room. “I have very sensitive skin.”

Severus blinked at him.

When Regulus wasn't answered and could start to feel tiny legs creeping up his silk-clad calves, he glanced back to Bella with increasing fear (and itchiness). “They're going to give me spots or a rash, aren't they?” His voice was rising in desperation.

“I hear they occasionally bite. They're after your blood, you know,” Severus said blandly from behind him.

“There are no such things, Regulus. It's fine. Stop being cruel, Severus,” Bella reprimanded.

“I'm hardly being cruel by answering his questions. Did you know that sometimes the plebeians will weaken your magic? They could turn your children into hairy squibs, if you can even have children at all.”

“Bella....”

“Severus, clearly you are missing the point here.” She wrapped an arm around Regulus who was starting to visibly fidget and wipe at his legs. “If you aren't interested, then Regulus and I are going away and you will have missed your chance.”

Severus let his gaze slide over Regulus then back up again, not failing to notice the delicate form of his legs or the paleness of skin beyond his shirt. The look of fear, however, and its motivation was too much for Severus. He shook his head. “I think Regulus is too worried about the plebeians for this now, aren't you?”

Regulus glanced worried and apologetic at Bella. “Please. I don't like bugs.”

“Or seeing the Black line die out from such contact....?” Severus supplied.

“Bella!”

Bella rolled her eyes and drew Regulus back away from Severus. “You're a fool for refusing this.”

“At least I have company in foolishness then,” he replied as he gave a formal bow before striding from the room.

They looked at the doorway through which he exited for a few moments until Regulus broke the silence, “He didn't even get to see my knickers.”