mutterings of a music history major (thescarletwoman) wrote in scarletdreams, @ 2008-01-16 01:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2005, rated: nc-17, regulus black, regulus/remus, remus lupin |
[FIC] Remus/Regulus -- A Simple Taste (NC-17)
Title: A Simple Taste
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Regulus
Kink(s): If anything... sex is a bit rough...
Challenge: Lusty Month of May Marathon, day six
Words: 1330
Notes: It might be slightly AU for the timeline of events, but it just worked better as it was written, so don't complain too much. :)
Originally Posted: May 2005
A repost of the LMoMM fic - day six
The flat seemed... different without Sirius bounding about 23 out of the 24 hours of the days. There was a silence that crept into the house that made it seem like less of a home and more of a 'house'.
Remus was finding that he hated these extended trips of Sirius's. The longer the other man was gone, the emptier the flat seemed. As of late it seemed like Sirius's Order trips were taking up more and more of his time; and the time they spent apart was beginning to outnumber the time they spent together.
In the back of his mind, Remus began to question Sirius's motives. Was he taking the assignments that required travel outside of Britain to avoid spending time together? It seemed improbable whenever Remus thought about it, but the fact that he thought about it still spoke volumes: it was still a possibility, wasn't it?
With a sigh, Remus went into the kitchen to make himself a pot of tea. A cup of tea and a good book would keep him company through his solitude for now and perhaps later; all this would make sense.
***
Shuffling his feet as he stood outside, Regulus looked up at the flat his disowned brother currently shared with the Half-Blood. At least the place wasn't a fall-down dump like Mother had said. In fact, the exterior facade looked quite nice. Though, Regulus was the first to admit that the facade didn't always reflect the interior.
His family was the perfect example of such. What you saw with the Blacks was certainly not what you got.
Licking his lips, Regulus's eyes flicked to the buzzer. He still had time to walk away and no one would ever be the wiser. But on the other hand, if he was going to do this; now was the time. The Death Eaters had been sending out enough feelers to spread whatever rag-tag little group Dumbledore had thrown together quite thin and spies had reported that Sirius was currently in Belarus investigating one of their latest leads.
Which meant Remus was alone.
Which meant Regulus had his one and only chance to taste that which Sirius had taken in exchange for being heir to the Black Family fortune and namesake. A Half-Blood for the Pure-Blood way of life?
Regulus pressed the buzzer, running his hand through his hair. Remus had to be one fantastic fuck.
***
Remus looked up from his book, his brow furrowing slightly. Visitors to the flat weren't a regular occurrence and Remus wasn't expecting anyone to swing by; so who was at the door? He placed a bookmark in his book and padded towards the door, opening it without even checking to see who it was.
His first reaction was that it was Sirius, given the dark hair and piercing silver eyes. But when he really saw the face, he knew it was all wrong. The features were longer; nose in a slightly different place.
And the mouth was curled into a decidedly aristocratic sneer; an expression Remus had never seen on Sirius's face.
Remus opened his mouth to speak, and the parted lips gave Regulus the opening he needed. He pushed into the flat without being invited in, his arms snaking around Remus's neck and pulling the other man closer to himself. Remus pushed against Regulus's chest in an attempt to get away but Regulus held him tight; tongue plundering the other boy's mouth.
At last Regulus pulled away for air, his eyes narrowing as Remus shoved him away.
"Regulus, what the fuck are you doing here?" Remus asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Sirius is gone," Regulus replied, slinking towards Remus. "No doubt following some lead we sent out for him. And I want to know just why he gave up his family and the rest of the Pureblood world. He gave us up for some fucking Half-Blood," Regulus spat. "I want to know what makes you so bloody fabulous."
Remus tensed, glancing around for a way out but as he backed away from Regulus soon found himself backing into a corner -- figuratively and literally.
"Don't say nothing," Regulus continued, "because I know it has to be something. He could have had anyone he wanted and yet he chose you."
This was not good. Remus glanced towards the door, then back at Regulus's face. He knew he could either give in (which was not in his game plan) or he could fight it. But in the end, fighting it could end up being a lot worse than if he just said 'yes'.
"Just get it over with," Remus said, his eyes narrowing as he turned around. Remus unbuttoned his trousers, dropping them just slightly. "But at least Sirius was able to get what he wanted with a smile. You had to break in here and steal by force."
Regulus raised a hand and slapped Remus's arse as hard as he could. Remus bit the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out in pain. No matter what, he would not give Regulus the satisfaction of hearing him whimper or cry out.
Remus was glad preparation was done quickly and with spells, rather than slowly as Sirius always did. Sex was one of the few things Sirius always did the "Muggle" way and Remus never minded one bit. It wasn't until this moment that he was thankful for lubrication spells.
Curling his hands against the wall, Remus was unable to keep from whimpering when Regulus slid into him without any warning. Remus didn't often bottom and thus wasn't used to the pain of having a cock inside him. He bit down on his tongue but was unable to keep from whimpering softly.
"Like that, do you?" Regulus asked, beginning to build up a rhythm, thrusting into Remus none too gently.
"No," Remus grunted in reply.
Kissing Remus's clothed shoulder and moving along his back to his neck, Regulus picked up his pace, thrusting into him as quicking as he could. Remus rocked back against him, his body reacting though his mind told it not to. Regulus's fist closed around his cock, stroking him in counterpoint to his thrusts and soon Remus came with a soft cry, clenching around Regulus.
"You'll come for anyone, won't you?" Regulus said with a smirk, thrusting deep inside, hitting his prostate. "You're just a dirty little whore. Is that why Sirius took you up in the first place? So quick to come for a cock up your arse."
One last thrust deep inside and Regulus came, collapsing against Remus's back. Remus struggled to keep them both standing, his arms shaking with the combined weight of two bodies.
"Get off me," Remus whispered. "I'm nobody's whore, least of all yours."
"Yes, but you let me fuck you," Regulus replied, nibbling on the back of Remus's neck. "What does that say for a man in a stable relationship. Says that you're nothing but a whore."
Regulus pulled out of him at last, lightly kissing his shoulder. Remus fought the urge to shudder at the touch and remained standing as still as he could, his hands bracing the wall.
"Get out," Remus whispered. "Get out of my home."
"Doesn't matter. I got what I wanted," Regulus said with a smirk, zipping up his trousers.
"Good," Remus said, closing his eyes and zipping up his own trousers. "Then get the fuck out."
Regulus smiled, waiting until Remus had turned around before he spoke again.
"If I were Sirius..." he shook his head. "You weren't worth it. Good, but not worth giving up my family titles for. He was an idealistic fool. I hope the mission is successful." Regulus smirked. "With any luck, Sirius will be dead come morning. They all will."
Waving, Regulus turned and walked out of the flat, leaving a shell-shocked Remus in the corner. Regulus paused at the doorway, and tipped his head.
"By the way, Happy Halloween."