Fantasy #6 for jin_fenghuang Title: When Darkness Closes In Author:fbowden Recipient:jin_fenghuang Pairing: Snape/Regulus Word Count: 5,120 Rating: NC-17 Summary: Protection and power. The Dark Lord promised both to those who followed him faithfully, and Severus was rapidly coming to the conclusion that there was no better incentive to join the ranks. Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not mine. Highlight for Warnings: *Violence, dark themes, hurt/comfort, attempted sexual assault, m/m sex * AN: Huge thanks to my betas, leela_cat and eeyore9990, who really whipped this into shape and made me think harder and write better.
Severus entered the low-lit common room and ignored the fireside debate Bellatrix Black was presiding over, opting instead to seek respite beneath the mantle of his bed. Yet another run in with James Potter and his cronies had spoilt an otherwise pleasant stroll through the castle grounds, and Severus’ mood was no longer conducive to socialising with his peers.
Despite the thick velvet curtains drawn around his canopied bed, and the heavy oak door that divided the common room from the boys’ dorm, he could still hear the muted hum of conversation, punctuated every so often by a shrill cackle that set his teeth on edge.
Severus took his time undressing, mindful of the dull throb above his right eye that held the potential to develop into a full-blown migraine. His symptoms were stress-induced, he knew, and he placed the blame squarely at his tormentors’ door. Severus would never allow them to see how their persecution affected him; how just the sound of his name spat from Black’s vile lips instantly froze the blood in his veins and led his heart to stutter in dismay. He would rather die than let his face express anything more than icy indifference whilst in their presence.
Here, though, in the isolation of his room, shrouded from the prying eyes of friends and foes alike, he could let the mask fall away. Severus knuckled his eyes, wincing as pain flared and spread through his skull. He ignored the stiff creak of ancient door hinges as he slipped beneath the coverlet and buried his face in the soft, cool pillow, concentrating on wishing away the rhythmic pounding instead.
“Severus?” Regulus’ concerned voice carried through the slim gap in the curtains. “Bella has news of Lord Voldemort. Aren’t you going to join us tonight?”
Severus grunted and rolled onto his side. “No.”
Regulus exhaled quietly in disappointment, but made no move to leave. Severus counted to three and then sighed. “You could join me, instead.”
In his mind's eye, he could see the wry smile develop on the younger boy’s face as he slipped through the curtains and moved softly around the bed.
“Bella won’t be happy,” Regulus warned, unbuttoning his cloak and laying it on top of Severus’.
“Am I to care?” Severus growled, “She has many willing to massage her ego; I doubt she will think to remark our absence.”
Severus held his breath as Regulus shed the last of his clothing. Behind him, the mattress dipped, and a warm body molded itself to his spine.
“You’re upset.” Regulus swept away the lank black hair hiding Severus’ neck and pressed his lips to the bare skin. “Tell me why.”
Severus shivered as the kisses moistened his skin. “Potter, and your mongrel of a brother.”
“I don’t have a brother,” Regulus reminded him, displaying his annoyance with the unexpected introduction of sharp teeth. Severus groaned quietly, and Regulus hastened to sooth the sore patch with his tongue. “What did they do to you?”
“Nothing. At least, nothing worse than I am accustomed to.”
“They didn’t,” he interrupted, too weary to deal with one of his lover’s angry invectives. “Lupin was there, playing devil’s advocate as usual.”
“Spineless bastard.” Regulus worked the knots in Severus’ shoulder with practiced knuckles. “Merlin, you’re tense.” His voice dropped an octave. “Need some help relaxing?”
Severus’ first smile of the day curved his lips. “If you can manage to cast an efficient Silencing Spell this time.”
Regulus snorted and kissed his temple. “One Silencing Spell coming up. And how about a potion for that headache?”
Surprised, Severus flopped onto his back and found Regulus’ soft blue gaze, partially obscured by a tuft of black hair. “I do not recall mentioning my headache. How did you know?”
Regulus’ eyes left Severus briefly as he rolled them. “I know you. So, a potion. One of your own?”
“Yes.” Severus added the please as an afterthought. “It’ll be in the – “
“Bottom drawer, yes, I know that too.”
As he watched Regulus swing his legs round and stand up, a warm feeling crept through Severus’ chest. It was something that, until quite recently, had been alien to him, but Regulus seemed to have cut through his cold exterior and burrowed beneath it in a way that no one else had ever quite managed.
The precise enunciation of Regulus’ spell worked twofold, diminishing the buzz in the common room to welcome silence and preventing those nearby from hearing them. Now nothing outside his musty olive curtains could infiltrate their private little world, not James Potter, Bellatrix Black, nor the entire student body of Hogwarts.
A vial was pressed into his palm, and Severus closed his fingers around it, experiencing a moment's pride at the handwritten label, neatly penned in his own script. Easing the stopper out, he brought the vial to his lips and downed the contents, feeling the liquid warm the inside of his throat as it slid down.
Severus sighed as the throbbing lessened progressively. “Much.”
“Good.” Regulus took the empty bottle and consigned it to the wastepaper basket. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
Now that the pain-induced haze had cleared, Severus could properly appreciate the slender, naked form before him, utterly compelling in its close proximity. “I think perhaps it is time I gave something in return,” he smirked, drawing back the sheet in invitation.
Regulus nodded, eyes darkening at the implied promise as he crept up the bed. Severus appraised his lover’s thickening cock lasciviously, his own beginning to swell, rising from the nest of black curls in provocation. The fever he felt for Regulus had him in its clutches once again, and Severus forgot everything else, the rest of his life paling into insignificance when confronted with such powerful feelings of lust.
On hands and knees, Regulus covered Severus’ body, bringing their faces to within an inch of each other, teasing wet trails onto Severus’ parted mouth with just the tip of his tongue until he elicited a pained moan. It was grossly unbecoming, Severus knew, but he couldn’t prevent himself from straining upwards for more contact, desperate to feel the slick muscle forced between his lips and sliding alongside his own hot and hungry tongue. Unpredictable as always, Regulus broke away and cocked his head to the side, smiling wickedly as he crawled backwards and disappeared beneath the crisp white linen, only his flickering tongue making contact with the creamy, pale skin of Severus’ body as it travelled first down the centre of his chest, and then the flat surface of his torso.
Severus’ fully hard prick pointed straight towards those blood-red lips as they mapped the soft white skin of his belly, tongue tangling in the sparse gathering of dark hair around his navel. Severus swore breathlessly and closed his eyes, reaching out to card through the dark wavy head of hair suspended over his groin and hidden from view.
Regulus firmly pushed Severus’ impatient hips back into the mattress. His fingers carried currents of electricity as they traced Severus’ hipbone, moving around to reach and knead the flesh of his buttocks apart. Severus exhaled sharply as liquefied heat swiftly enveloped the bulging head of his cock.
Regulus’ tongue swirled around the sensitive dome, licking back the last resistance of Severus’ foreskin until it slipped back, exposing the spongy soft flesh and the tiny, swollen slit beneath. Severus’ hands clutched at nothing as Regulus’ hair slipped through his fingers and his head bobbed out of reach, taking more of Severus’ length into his hot, wet mouth.
Regulus groaned in appreciation when his nose nudged Severus’ groin, his deep inhale capturing the musky scent of arousal and sweat that clung to Severus’ damp pubic hair.
Severus wanted to thrust into the welcoming heat, but he knew that to do so would bring about a violent ending to the utopia of Regulus’ skilled mouth. Regulus, either unconcerned or unaware of Severus’ thoughts, pursed his lips and sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing with the effort.
Heat flared in Severus’ stomach, testicles pulling forcefully upwards into his body as he twisted and writhed under the ruthless attention.
“Please,” he choked out, blindly feeling for his lover in an attempt to forestall the inevitable, “let me come inside you tonight.”
Regulus stilled instantly, one of his hands leaving Severus’ arse and clutching at the sheet to throw it off. Severus was as keenly aware of the incisive gaze as his own magic, his eyes opening of their own accord to search out the questioning blue-grey irises that turned his insides to a soft mass.
Regulus’ forehead was shiny with perspiration, short strands of black hair plastered across it. His lips, red and engorged, were still stretched around Severus’ prick, and the picture he made nearly undid Severus there and then. With great effort, he managed to fend off the upsurge of unadulterated pleasure rolling over him, and find enough of his voice, breaking with emotion, to speak.
“Regulus,” he said quietly, imprisoning his lover’s gaze with the supremacy of his own, “will you let me?”
Severus didn’t know how long he held his breath as he awaited Regulus’ response; but the gasp of surprise he gave when Regulus agreed with a tentative nod, was laboured and desperate.
Regulus released Severus’ cock, and it landed on his stomach with a wet slap. He bent his head to lick the prominent blue vein threaded into the flesh, before placing a kiss to the weeping tip. Severus shuddered and urged Regulus up to lay beside him.
“Are you certain? If you are not ready – “
“I am,” Regulus said firmly, stroking his thumb down Severus’ cheek, “and I don’t want to wait any longer.”
All through breakfast the next morning, Severus fought to contain the smirk threatening to break out across his face. He could still feel the velvety gloved heat of Regulus’ grasping hole around the base of his cock, still smell the concoction of sweat, saliva, come and lube that clung to the insides of his nostrils, so heady and arousing that he wanted to bottle it, keep it forever captive in a glass vial; a reminder of the most perfect night of his life.
He had awoken suddenly, cold and alone after falling asleep entwined in the warm limbs of his lover. Although he detested the fact that Regulus had to leave him and return to his own bed, Severus knew it was necessary. Should they be caught together...well, the consequences didn’t bear thinking about. As if Severus’ life wasn’t difficult enough, dealing with his alcoholic, wife-beating father and being the target of James Potter’s relentless bullying, he also had to conceal his sexuality.
The truth was that Severus had come to terms with his attraction to men at the tender age of fourteen, when he’d finally realised that his feelings for Lily Evans were solely those of a jealously over-protective best friend, and not of a jealously over-protective potential lover. James Potter, thick-headed cretin that he was, had never understood the difference, and so set out to make Severus’ life a misery. Thus far, he and his marauding friends had succeeded admirably. But the one thing Severus couldn’t bear for them to discover, was his deep and profound adoration of Regulus. Consequently, when they weren’t alone, Severus ignored the younger boy; in fact pretended he could barely tolerate him, and even though he knew it hurt Regulus’ feelings, he also knew it was vital for both their survival that he do so.
Where Regulus showed no fear of taking on the world, Severus was petrified of being discovered; it would be yet another thing for the Marauders to exploit. Never mind the reaction of his parents...
Severus shivered and tried to shake the mental image of foul whisky breath glancing his cheek, slurred words and sour spittle flecking his face seconds before the palm of a meaty hand struck him sharply. Oh yes. His father would be livid and would most likely blame his mother. He certainly used her often enough as a reason for Severus’ other numerous shortcomings, both real and imagined.
He and Regulus would just have to be particularly careful until they’d both left school, or taken The Mark as Regulus kept proposing. According to Avery and Mulciber, The Dark Lord was especially keen to recruit Severus after hearing of his exceptional talent in potion making, and Regulus was practically guaranteed a warm welcome considering his ancestry and Sorting. Protection and power, the Dark Lord promised both to those who followed him faithfully, and Severus was rapidly coming to the conclusion that there was no better incentive to join the ranks.
Mulling over the proposition yet again, Severus finished off his abnormally hearty helping of scrambled eggs on toast. With the brutality of indecision weighing heavily on his mind, he exited the Great Hall and made his way to the first lesson of the day. It seemed somewhat of an omen to him that that particular class should be Defence Against the Dark Arts.
Much later, Severus scowled up at the bright sunshine and left Greenhouse Three, peeling away from the stream of classmates heading for the castle. His arms were laden with textbooks, though none of them were as important as his copy of Advanced Potion Making, which had pride of place atop the wobbly pile.
His plan was to skip lunch (as usual) and find a nice shady spot where he could finish making notes in time for the afternoon’s Potions lesson. Gathering his robes about him, Severus set off at a determined pace and headed towards the lake and the thickets nearby.
Engrossed in his calculations, he didn't hear the soft footsteps that blended with his own as he moved across the damp autumn grass. Severus struck out blindly when hands covered his eyes from behind. Then, adding insult to injury, he dropped the stack of books and lost his balance as he tried desperately to unsheathe his wand. His fingers felt fat and clumsy as they jammed in his pocket, and he toppled backwards. His shoulder impacted his assailant’s chin, forcing a pained grunt.
“Hold still, Snivellus,” came Black’s winded snarl, far too close to his ear. Severus was dragged backwards through the undergrowth, the branches clawing at his robes as he was pulled deeper into it. Merlin only knew what Black planned to do to him, but the realisation that he was all alone with the rest of the school at lunch and had no way of alerting anyone to his predicament, made Severus struggle all the harder.
A sharp slap across the exposed part of his cheek stunned him. Severus’ legs buckled in fright when a familiar chuckle confirmed that Black wasn’t alone, that Potter was there too. Then, Black released him, and he hit the ground knees first, unable to see for the briefest of moments while his eyes adjusted to the reintroduction of light.
“Snape,” James Potter laughed, stepping forward in one swift movement and crushing Severus’ hand beneath his boot, “always so hostile! We only wanted to have a chat with you about Potions this afternoon.”
Severus’ stomach roiled with nausea as the pain in his hand exploded and shot up his arm. “Fuck you, Potter,” he choked out, swallowing rapidly to keep the bile from rising. Severus once again tried to reach the pocket that held his wand, but his brain wouldn’t cooperate and send the message to his uninjured arm.
Instead, he rocked as far back as he could with Potter’s heel grinding his knuckles into the ground. Just as Severus felt a small surge of triumph at being able to straighten his back a little, a blunt kick in the stomach sent him sprawling again.
“Weren’t you taught any manners?” Black spat, dropping into a crouch next to Severus’ head and grabbing a handful of his hair, “If you want to fuck someone, Snape, you say please. Go on, try it. Say, ‘Please Potter, may I fuck you?’”
Anxiety filtered through every vein in Severus’ body, so overwhelmingly intense that it eclipsed even the pain.
“Yeah, ask me nicely, Snivellus,” Potter said, mirroring Black and squatting beside him.
The logical part of Severus’ mind was telling him to comply and do what they wanted -- he was, after all outnumbered two to one -- but steely determination and pride kept Severus’ mouth firmly closed. He grit his teeth to prevent himself from uttering the distasteful words.
Black yanked his head back in reprisal. “What’s the matter, Snivellus? We heard you like fucking boys! Isn’t that right, James?”
“Yeah, I’m wounded, Sirius, truly I am.” With one side of his face pressed to the ground, into soft green moss and a contrasting sharp stone that was cutting into his cheekbone, Severus could only glimpse Potter’s expression out of one eye, but it was enough to know that he didn’t look like his feelings had been hurt.
“Perhaps,” Black continued, running his fingers down the side of Severus’ cheek and straying across his lips, “it’s because you’re a Potter, James. Perhaps,” the fingers forced their way between Severus’ lips and tapped on his clenched teeth, “Snivellus here only goes for Blacks. Is that it, Snivelly? Would you prefer a piece of me to James?”
They couldn’t possibly know; he’d been so careful – they’d been so careful. Hadn’t they? Severus tried to think back to breakfast that morning, but the memory was fuzzy, distorted, and he couldn’t remember if he’d glanced one too many times in Regulus’ direction, or if perhaps Regulus had finally lost his cool and been goaded into telling his brother of their relationship. But Regulus wouldn’t have done that, Severus was sure of it. No, they were merely clutching at straws, they had to be.
Severus shook his head stiffly; difficult to do under the circumstances. Seemingly unpleased with his reaction, Black let go of Severus’ hair and seized his shoulders instead, shoving him onto his back so that he had no choice but to look into the face that was so absurdly reminiscent of his lover’s. Regulus was younger, thinner, not as classically good-looking as Black, but Severus was fiercely in love with the boy nonetheless. Being so close to this older, angrier, nastier version of Regulus made Severus feel physically sick. To hate one as deeply as he loved the other...
The force of Black's punch scattered his thoughts and split Severus’ lip, warm, coppery blood quickly filling his mouth. He tried to turn his head, spit out the blood and trace his tongue over the broken flesh, but Potter had clamped his hands on either side of Severus’ face.
Severus closed his eyes; better not to look, nor to give them the satisfaction of seeing the tears he could feel forming as a zipper was drawn down and fingers attempted to prise his mouth open.
“Come on, Snivellus, don’t be like that! James and I both know you love cock!”
“But not yours, you fucking bastards!”
The familiar voice put into words what Severus had been thinking, and he blinked just in time to see a bright green jet of spell-fire hit Black in the chest, closely followed by another one which found its target on the back of James Potter’s head. Severus scrambled backwards, away from the two assailants and into Regulus’ arms.
Trembling, he tried once again to access his wand, but Regulus was holding him too tightly, hushing him and stroking his hair. “It’s okay,” he said quietly, sounding as shocked as Severus felt, “it’s over now.”
Severus wanted to move, to get away from Regulus and the shame and especially his tormentors -- faces contorted into expressions of surprise, still rendered immobile by the powerful Body Bind spell Regulus had used -- but he couldn’t bring himself to move from the his lover’s calming embrace.
Eventually, Regulus pulled back and cupped Severus’ chin gently, tilting his face and finding his eyes. “We need to get you to Madam Pomfrey, and then tell the Headmaster. They can’t be allowed to get away with this.”
Severus shook his head violently and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing more than a choked sob escaped.
“Okay, okay! Calm down! Here, just breathe.”
Regulus shifted position and attempted to pull Severus closer to him again, but Severus resisted and struggled to his feet, staggering past the deathly still form of James Potter. His hand flew to his mouth, gagging at the sight of Potter’s white underpants, visible through the gap where his zip had been opened. If Regulus had been any later...
“Where are you going?” Regulus shouted, following Severus’ haphazard path out of the bush, though not before aiming several frenzied kicks at Potter’s ribs.
Severus couldn’t recall being glad to feel the sun on his face before, but now it felt like absolution. Holding his head up high, he cleared his throat and wiped the wetness from his lips with the back of his hand. Streaks of crimson stained his pale skin, and he stared at his own blood before turning to face Regulus.
“I am going to find Bellatrix,” he said resolutely, “I have made up my mind, and I wish to take the Dark Mark as soon as possible. She is closest to him and will know how to proceed.”
Flexing the fingers of his crushed hand, Severus was dismayed to realise that at least two of them were broken. Easily fixed if he went to the Infirmary, he knew, but the last thing he wanted right now was to be asked awkward questions. He just wanted to get as far away from Potter and Black as possible. Revenge would be sweet, and Severus was certain that with the Dark Lord on his side, it would undoubtedly come.
With his good hand, Severus drew his wand and levitated the scattered books into a pile before floating them in front of him. Heading towards the castle on unsteady legs, he did not look back when he heard Regulus thrashing his way back into the clearing.
“What did Bella say?” Regulus stuck his head between the gap in Severus’ drawn curtains.
“Haven’t you heard of knocking?” Severus sniped from the bed, grimacing as the tenderness flared in his abdomen when he tried to sit up. He’d managed to heal his lip and taken his own version of Skele-Gro to repair the bones in his hand, but his stomach had resisted his attempts to heal it and remained sore and bruised.
Regulus ignored the jibe and pulled the curtains closed behind him. Severus was both pleased and annoyed when Regulus sat on the bed without asking permission.
“Is that your way of thanking me for saving your arse today?” Regulus said, flashing Severus a grin that to anyone else would look unbelievably arrogant, and not at all caring.
“In case you didn’t notice,” Severus said, pulling the sheet up to his chin, “it wasn’t my arse that was in danger.”
Regulus’ smile fell away and his eyes flashed brilliantly blue. “That’s not funny.”
Severus raised an eyebrow in challenge. “Do I seem amused? I can assure you I am not.”
“Neither will those two bastards be when they get what’s coming to them.”
“You mean to say that, following my departure, you failed to defend my honour?” Severus asked dryly.
“Bloody hell, Sev, this isn’t a joke! What they did to you – “
“What they were planning to do,” Severus interrupted.
Regulus waved the correction away dismissively. “Let’s just say Madam Pomfrey had two new admittances to the hospital wing this afternoon, and leave it at that, for now. But it’s not enough, and I won’t let them get away with this.”
Severus rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly. “There is nothing further you or I can do. The Headmaster – “
“Is a hopeless old windbag who favours Gryffindors and turns a blind eye to practically everything they do; that’s why we have to find our own means of protection. The Dark Lord would receive us enthusiastically, Severus! No one would dare touch you if you were in his employ. I ask you again: did you speak to Bella?”
“No, not yet,” Severus replied irritably, “I am not entirely certain – “
“Who else will defend us? Give us the opportunity to achieve the respect we deserve? How are we to fight morons like Potter single-handedly, Severus; tell me that?”
“You seemed to manage well enough this afternoon.”
“I’m frightened for you!” Regulus said heatedly, grabbing Severus’ hand. Severus resisted barely a second before uncurling his fingers and placing his hand flat against Regulus’ firm chest, the fast flutter of a heartbeat tickling his palm. “Every time you walk the grounds, or go to the toilet, I’m wondering if they’ll hurt you. Today was too much, Severus. I need to know you’re safe.”
“I do not need a babysitter,” Severus hissed, snatching his hand back and cradling it in his lap. “In case it has slipped your mind, I am older than you and perfectly capable of defending myself.”
Regulus snorted incredulously. “Are you fucking kidding me? So what was today about, then? Don’t tell me you asked my brother to hold you down? That you wanted Potter’s cock down your throat?”
The mocking tone incensed Severus. “And what of it if I did? What were you doing there anyway? Spying on me as usual! You had no business – “
“You fucking coward.” Regulus stumbled angrily over the words. “Can’t even bring yourself to admit you needed my help, can you?”
“I need no-one’s help,” Severus replied coldly, yanking the sheets so hard that they dislodged the red-faced boy, forcing him to stand. Severus glanced up disdainfully, taken aback at how much like Black his lover looked when incensed. It made his stomach churn. “Please go. I am tired, and no longer wish to engage in this pointless discussion with you.”
Regulus’ anger melted instantly, leaving behind an expression that caused Severus unimaginable distress. “Don’t do this; don’t reject me because you feel vulnerable. I know you’re scared, but – “
“I am not scared!” Severus shouted, disgusted at the look of pity etched on Regulus’ face, “nor do I need your compassion! Save it for those who are more deserving.”
Regulus shook his head sadly. “You mistake compassion for love, Severus, and there is no one more deserving of it than you. But if you’re content to let this drive a wedge between us, there is nothing I can do to prevent it.”
Severus watched the boy turn on his heel and walk stiffly away. Biting his lip until he felt the skin yield, Severus balled the bed sheet in both fists, and swallowed what little pride he had left.
Regulus slowed, stopped, and turned. He looked hurt and hopeful at the same time. Severus couldn’t let him down. “Find your cousin. Tell her we wish to meet with Lord Voldemort as soon as possible; that he has our allegiance. We will go to him together.”
The broad smile transformed Regulus’ face. “Together, yes. You won’t regret it, Severus, Neither of us will. Together,” he repeated quietly, eyes shining.
Severus watched him vanish, then listened to the quickening footsteps heading towards the common room, taking with them Severus’ heart, fear, and hope for a brighter future, together.
The bedsprings protested each time Severus thrust keenly, his gaze firmly focused on the ecstatic face of his lover staring up at him.
“How does it feel?” he grunted, briefly letting go of Regulus’ hip to palm the sweat from his forehead and tuck more fallen black strands behind an ear.
“Fucking...amazing,” Regulus panted, spreading his legs wider so that Severus’ cock reached new depths. “Don’t stop.”
Severus managed a laboured chuckle. “Hardly likely. And I was referring to your arm, not your arse.”
“Again, I was referring to your arm, not your arse.“
Regulus’ hand moved to tighten painfully in Severus’ hair. “Prat. How does yours feel?”
“My arm, or my arse?”
Severus growled as Regulus deliberately clenched around his cock. “Your arm.”
“It feels – “ Severus glanced down at the scabbed, black mark etched into the pale flesh of his forearm, lingering just a moment before travelling over Regulus’ prone body, finding an identical impression of skull and snake that pulsated like his own. “It feels – right.”
“Yes,” Regulus hissed, tilting his hips up to meet Severus’ punctuating thrust, “it does.”
Severus dropped to his elbows, and touched Regulus’ face, smoothing out the concentration lines on his forehead with his thumb. “Did you sense the change?” he whispered, nudging Regulus’ cheek with his nose and tonguing the shell of his ear, “when he marked us at the same time, did you feel our bond strengthen?”
“Yes, God, yes.” Regulus writhed beneath him, groaning at each sharp drive of Severus’ cock, whining on every slow slide out. Knowing he would be unable to prevent the grasping walls of Regulus’ arse from stealing his orgasm from him sometime very soon, Severus claimed Regulus’ mouth and slipped his hand between their bodies, wrapping it around Regulus’ swollen prick.
Regulus’ eyes flew open as he broke from the kiss with a gasp, his thighs gripping Severus’ waist more firmly, and his heels digging into Severus’ bony back, urging him to move faster.
Regulus’ cock was hard and heavy in Severus’ hand, the silky shaft slipping effortlessly through his sweaty palm as he fisted it. Severus was elated by how flushed Regulus looked so close to climax, turned-on even further when the blue eyes rolled back in their sockets. He managed to tear himself away from the exquisite image and drop his chin to his chest, searching the length of their parallel bodies just in time to see his hand milk streams of come from Regulus’ bulging slit, landing wetly, dotted across his taut abdomen like pearls.
“Dear Merlin,” Severus groaned, burying himself as deeply as he could and collapsing on top of Regulus as his orgasm exploded. Uncontrollable emotion consumed him, and as each spurt left his cock and coated the heated insides of his lover, Severus drowned in a tidal wave of unadulterated bliss. He had Regulus, sweating beneath him, encouraging the final shudders of Severus’ climax with slow, practised carding of his hair.
They were together, under the protection of the Dark Lord, promised power, respect, a new life, a new start. Severus smiled.
“I know,” Regulus whispered, clutching Severus’ shaking form to him possessively and grinning into his hair, “I know.”