Title: The Enemy of my Enemy Pairing: Snape/Regulus Rated: R Warnings: oral, a bit dark A/N: This takes place after both of them have left school, and are over 18.
“Why are you doing this?” asked Severus, eyes glazed, head thrown back against the brick wall of the alley.
The dark figure kneeling in front of him stopped for a moment. “You hate my brother,” Regulus replied.
“Yes,” hissed Severus.
“I hate him too,” Regulus said.
“As do many,” said Severus. Regulus bent his head and put his mouth back to work. Severus’s long fingers clutched at the wall behind him. “Do you offer this service to anyone who detests the senior Black? You must be…oh fuck…busy.”
Regulus made Severus groan with a swirl of his tongue before replying. “I remember what you did to him that Halloween. Disturbing use of both pumpkin and candle.”
“And this is my reward?” breathed Severus.
“No,” said Regulus, between flicks of his tongue. “This is for bringing me to meet the Dark Lord. And this.” He held out his scarred left arm.
With a groan, Severus came, his hands wrapped in the dark, hated hair.
Regulus rose to his feet, wiping his mouth. “Meet me later. We can hurt my brother. I have ideas.”
“I don’t require help,” Severus said, sliding to the ground.
“Happy Halloween, Snape,” said Regulus, as he walked away.