"Now we need to be happy for the rest of our lives and we're fine." Of course it was impossible, but they could still try to be happy most of the times.
Merlin, he really shouldn't enjoy being tormented so much, but he did and he didn't hide it from Remus, although his body would betrayed him if he tried. "You are a tease. It's a good first step," he said, knowing that one day Remus would learn to make him come with just words and suggestion. Remus only needed to believe that he could.
Regulus smiled, pleased. "True, sex doesn't solve an argument, but it stops it and then we can forget all about Potter and we can ignore the argument. The real problem is going from fighting to fucking without killing each other." He shrugged. "That's because it's much harder to hurt someone who doesn't care. Those people you can hurt physically, socially or financially, but not emotionally." He stopped, because he could think of ways, like torturing and killing people they loved and make them think they were to blame, but that went back to caring. "It's why you and Sirius are really the only people who can hurt me and there's no way I'm telling him that."
He sighed when Remus went on and stared to the wall. "We talked about a lot of things, although with Sirius, it's hard to say about what. Most of the times, I feel like we are having cross discussions, but trying to make him understand usually helps me figure things out in my head. Not this time, though. I was trying to explain how I feel with you, about the possessiveness and the enjoyment of being marked, and how I didn't know if that would be enough, if anything would ever be enough with. I was trying to understand why, because I don't want you to push you into this when you still aren't convinced. I talked, and nothing seemed to help with the confusion. His answer was to fuck, be happy and that present. Not exactly what I was looking for."
He kissed Remus' forehead. "And I'm selfish. That was what was new and important to me so it had to be what mattered to you." It wasn't even conscious, but everyone should want to own him, therefore anything else was irrelevant. "I want you and I love you. I can show you with my hands, my mouth, my cock, my snake, but I can't do some of the things on that list. I know it's hypocritical, but I've done some of those things, magic was often involved instead of Muggle instruments, but I'm not sure I could do without making the mental association and I don't want that."