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Kinky Kristmas 2018: Comment Kink Edition!Our members have made requests for stocking stuffers that would help make their holidays happy -- and kinky, of course! Now you all -- both members and watchers -- have the opportunity to play Santa and fulfill those requests. In the form of comment kink!
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Got all that? Okay, good! Now...
LET THE STUFFING COMMENCE!
(Double entendre totally intended, naturally...)
Pairing: Sirius/Regulus
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,674
Filled By: Member
"I'm going to bloody kill you when this is over."
Had it not been mouthed, barely audible, through bitten-red lips, Regulus might've heeded the warning. But the matching hue to Sirius' cheeks painted quite a different story. He wasn't fooling Regulus. His brother knew quite well that, all protesting aside, Sirius was loving every second of this.
When one thought of Christmas, no one would blame them if the House of Black might've been only a last fleeting consideration, if at all. Their parent's home hadn't seen a scrap of cheer in all its existence. They didn't decorate, there were almost never any gifts to be had, and when there were, it wasn't often joyous. But you were expected to be there for drinks, supper, and maybe a round or two of cards afterwards in a room filled with the rich smoke of imported cigars. There was conversation, but it was frivolous, and often absent enough to be forgotten. Even when they spoke, the room felt so deafeningly quiet it was like to drive a person mad. So quiet, in fact, Regulus worried they might've just risked breaking their cover with that acknowledgement, however discreet it had been in itself. Sirius being there was enough to cause a stir on its own, they knew. Because dull and pompous as it might've been, Salazar help you if you dared not to attend when invited ― a cardinal sin Sirius had committed just last year.
Luckily, the moment passed without incident, and Regulus breathed a silent sigh of relief before he graced his brother with the smallest of smirks, a simple turn up of one corner of his mouth that he knew would also go unnoticed by the rest. His fingers toyed with the tip of the wand concealed in the sleeve of his robe. He knew what he'd done to get that response, and he couldn't say he wasn't pleased with himself.
They rarely spoke to each other when they played this way, even when alone. There was something about it they couldn't name, but felt as if it should go unsaid ― and so they tried to only say what was necessary. Especially now, when anyone could see if they just looked hard enough. Little did they know. But that was really the best part, wasn't it?
Regulus was pleased his brother had chosen to join them for the holidays this year, for more reasons than one. Sirius hadn't been around much since he'd left Hogwarts ― hadn't been speaking to most everyone in their family save Regulus for the better part of the past couple years ― and although he didn't like to admit it, his absence had begun to wear on Regulus. The empty chair he'd been faced with the last time had left him with a melancholy he'd had much difficulty shaking. Before tonight, he'd begun to worry that Sirius might have...But then he'd shown up at the last minute, hurriedly pulling Regulus upstairs to his room to discuss ― in as little words as possible ― his reward for winning their most recent bet. When Regulus had produced his chosen prize for the evening, it had been with some trepidation. It was quite the step up from the little things they'd gotten up to thus far. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been immensely aroused just at the sight of it ― and at that of the spark it had lit in his brother's eyes.
He wondered if after he graduated himself in another few months, it would be easier for them to see each other. Ideas of what more they could try danced in his head, making him slightly dizzy. Then again, he thought perhaps not, if his own affairs went the way he was fearing they might. But those were thoughts better saved for a more appropriate time.
"Would Sir like another?" chirped a house-elf down at the other end of the long dining table, the sound drawing Regulus back into the world. He distantly heard their father give a grunt in reply.
"And Master Regulus?" offered Kreacher, appearing suddenly at his side, attentive to him in particular as always, and brandishing a decanter of elf-made wine.