Pairing: Severus/Regulus Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Content Info: highlight between brackets if you prefer story warnings: [Slightly underage (Regulus)] Summary: Severus rarely made hasty decisions… Disclaimer: The world of HP and its characters belongs to Rowling. The author of this fic has borrowed them for the purposes of storytelling. No profit was or will be made. Word count: ~2,620 Author Notes: A huge thank you to L for the beta and to the mods for their patience. Happy holidays, janus!
Decisions Made in Haste
There were white flowers everywhere, trickling fountains spewing champagne, and, as if things couldn't get worse, doves. Why purebloods were so enamoured with the flying disease bearers, Severus had no idea, but he couldn't seem to turn around without slipping on bird shit.
He sincerely hoped this wasn't a harbinger of things to come. Being eighteen was hardship enough without having to also contend with weddings, but this was the second he'd been to since the end of his final school year.
Severus turned, his lip curling automatically at the sight of the man approaching. "Lestrange. I see you're still pissy that your brother married before you."
"As if I want to be tied to a harridan for life." Rabastan Lestrange tossed back a tumbler of whisky and narrowed his eyes at Severus. "I see you're still trying to play both sides against the middle. There's a war coming, boy. You'd do best to make your decision soon. The right one, of course." Lestrange smiled tightly before someone across the room called out to him. With a mocking bow, he left Severus to go join a group of slightly older wizards.
All of Severus' suspicions about the sudden rash of invitations he'd been receiving to pureblood society functions were suddenly justified. He'd suspected, from the first, that he'd only been invited to the Lestrange/Black nuptials because the Dark Lord was eager to have him. Lestrange's words proved him right.
Then the mother of the bride entered the room, and Severus decided it was time to find an exit. Thankfully he'd stationed himself beside a lovely set of French doors; slipping outside to the terrace that wrapped around the large house was no work at all. Severus felt his nostrils begin to twitch with his first breath of fresh summer air and immediately reached into his robes to withdraw the packet of cigarettes he'd taken to carrying with him everywhere.
Lighting one with the tip of his wand, he drew in a deep lungful of heady smoke and held it there, enjoying the feel of the nicotine rushing through his body. When he could hold his breath no longer, he allowed the smoke to trickle out his nostrils, secretly amused at the idea that he must look a bit like a sleeping dragon. The imagery appealed to him.
Fuck. Cupping the cigarette in one hand to hide it from whomever had followed him outside, Severus arranged his face into lines of bland politeness and turned... only to see Regulus Black standing near the doors he'd made his escape from.
"Black." Though some part of him knew the boy had done nothing to deserve being tarnished with the same brush as his brother, Severus couldn't utter the name without at least some hostility. "What are you doing here?"
Regulus tilted his head to one side, allowing his hair to fall forward and provide a screen behind which to hide. Something about the gesture was familiar, but Severus couldn't say what it was. "The bride--Bellatrix--is my cousin."
"I meant, what are you doing out here? With me?" Severus' lip curled, though not at Regulus. It was now obvious that he was here because the Dark Lord was interested in acquiring him as yet another minion. What he didn't understand was why anyone, especially the beautiful boy before him, would seek to share breathing space with him. "Did you lose a bet?"
"No, I..." Regulus blinked and looked around, a spot of colour rising to his cheeks. "It was becoming crowded inside, and I saw you out here and... I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you. I can go back inside, but I've been wanting to speak with you for ages. Professor Slughorn allowed me to read your essay on the uses of powdered bicorn horn and it was incredibly brilliant!" Regulus tossed his long hair behind his shoulder, eyes eager and yet somehow still cautious. As if he were afraid of his reception.
"You want to talk about essays?" Severus asked, his tone leaving little question to his ability to believe such a thing.
"Well, not as such. I mean, I wouldn't mind talking about essays, but I'd rather just," one shoulder went up and Regulus dropped his gaze before chancing a quick look up, "speak with you. There aren't many people here close to me in age--"
"Besides your many cousins--"
"--who are at all tolerable. I know you don't like...well, people, but would you mind--"
"Son of a bitch!"
"I'll just go, then." Regulus turned, a woebegone expression on his face, and Severus sighed heavily, even as he shook his hand.
"You needn't leave. You have more right to be here than I. And I wasn't cursing you, just... I was having a smoke. And we've been speaking long enough that it burned down to my fingers."
Regulus spun to face Severus and pulled out his wand, either ignoring Severus' instinctive flinch or not noticing it. "Let me see. I'm fairly proficient with healing charms."
"Yes, being the brother of a murderous knave would probably do that for you," Severus muttered darkly, but allowed Regulus to pull him away from the balustrade and whisper a charm over his fingers that soothed the minor burns.
"Knave? Been reading some ancient texts lately?" Regulus asked, his lips curving up into a smile as he raised his head and locked eyes with Severus. Who took a quick step backward, and then another.
The moment felt entirely too intimate.
"Why are you really out here?" Severus asked, his suspicious nature reasserting itself.
Regulus brushed a lock of hair behind his ear and stared into Severus' eyes. "I followed you."
"You fascinate me. You're brilliant and sexy and you don't suffer fools gladly."
"You say I don't suffer fools, and yet you mock me?" Anger rushed through Severus, and his fingers itched to pull out his wand.
"How am I mocking you?"
"Sexy?" Severus snorted and flicked the nub of his cigarette to the ground between them.
"You don't believe me?" Regulus grinned, his youth utterly obvious. He closed the gap between them and reached forward, plucking a white feather from the unrelenting black of Severus' robes. "I'd show you, but I have a feeling it would offend you."
"Oh? Why is that?"
"I'm..." Regulus' cheeks bloomed with colour once again, and he rolled his eyes. "I don't really know what to do. Not a lot of experience." He shrugged and said, "I'm sure that would bore someone like you. Or be utterly aggravating."
"Someone like me?"
"Well, yes. I mean. You're--" Regulus made a hand gesture which was obviously meant to convey what, exactly, he thought Severus was, but instead just left Severus even more in the dark than before.
Deciding to put Regulus' words to the test, Severus leaned forward and suggested, "If you know where we can find some privacy, I'd be interested in hearing more about your... offensive behaviour."
Regulus stared at him for a long moment, his eyes searching Severus' own before he dipped his chin in a nod. His grin, which had flagged with what appeared to be nerves, made a swift come-back and he reached out, grabbing onto Severus' sleeve, and pulled him toward the back of the house. Their shoes clacked loudly on the flagstones of the terrace, but neither slowed their approach to the single wooden door that stood near the far back corner. Regulus slowed his approach, looked around for any interlopers, and then cast a quiet "Alohomora" at the lock. The door snicked open and he pulled Severus through.
It was dark inside, and somewhat crowded. "What is this?"
"It's a shed. Our gardeners use it to hold the supplies they use on the plants closest to the house. But you don't really care about that, do you?"
Severus shook his head and moved closer to Regulus, wincing as he barked his shin on something he could barely see in the dim light that showed through the crack in the door. Removing his outer robes so as not to catch them on any sharp surfaces, Severus laid it gently over a tall box before saying, "No, but I'm still waiting for you to prove your words true."
"You honestly think I would make that up? As if it wouldn't be enough to have me thrown face-first from the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black? That I'm desperately attracted to another boy? Besides, I thought you were going to teach me...."
Severus blinked twice. Well, fuck, he might have implied that. What had he been thinking? He had no more experience than a babe when it came to anything beyond self-gratification. Thinking fast, he said, "I prefer to see what you do know, and then we'll go from there. Touch me as you've wanted to--Fuck!" Regulus' palm was pressed against Severus' cock before he could finish his thought, the material of his trousers a tight binding. "Perhaps," Severus said, licking a bead of sweat from his upper lip, "you might want to ensure that you've access to your partner's bits before--"
"Oh! Is it uncomfortable?" Regulus released his grip, his fingertips moving in a soothing pattern over Severus' cock, causing it to twitch and begin to fill in.
"Here, just..." Severus reached between them and unbuttoned his trousers, allowing them to gape open so that Regulus had room to reach in and continue his not-at-all awkward ministrations. It only took Severus a few seconds to realise he should have done the same for Regulus, and he moved to correct the problem, trying not to fumble with the blasted ties and tiny buttons he found.
Regulus held Severus' bare cock in his gloved hand and gave it an experimental squeeze which nearly sent Severus to his knees. He'd never had anyone touch him thus; the reality was overwhelming.
"Am I doing it right?" Regulus whispered, then gasped when Severus fingers finally found and pulled free Regulus' hard cock.
Amazingly, it felt remarkably similar to Severus' own. Velvety and hard at once, it gave a tiny pulse in Severus' hand when he closed his fingers around it and gave an experimental pump.
"Come closer," Severus said, shocked at the huskiness of his own voice. They shuffled in their binding clothes toward one another until Regulus was standing close enough that Severus could reverse his grip and get a good hold. "Think of what feels good when you wank," Severus said, thinking that sounded reasonable. What he didn't expect was a running commentary from Regulus that nearly sent him screaming into an orgasm before they'd even started.
"I pull my curtains closed, spell them shut, and then set up a warming charm around my bed. I like it nice and hot when I wank, I like to feel the sweat spilling off my body. Also, it helps, because I hate to use lube for a wank. It feels... I don't know. Too odd."
Severus nearly swallowed his tongue, but found the presence of mind to cast a quick warming charm on the small closet.
"And maybe I'm odd because I like to touch myself everywhere. I like to be completely," Regulus lowered his voice to a whisper as he said, "nude."
Severus released his hold on Regulus' cock to cast another spell, and the gleam of Regulus' pale body shone in the darkness. Regulus gasped and then a small breathless moan split the air between them. Severus wasn't entirely certain which of them had made it.
"What do you do then?" Severus asked, and he knew he probably shouldn't have, because just the sound of Regulus' voice in the close darkness was enough to make his blood pound through his veins.
"I touch my lips, my throat, my n-nipples. I like to run my fingertips as lightly as possible over my ribs and stomach and just trail them to my hipbones. The scratch of a fingernail there--oh gods yes, just like that! Severus! Please."
Severus dropped his head to Regulus' shoulder, drawing their bodies ever closer, and murmured, "What do you want?"
"Be more specific."
"Touch my... my cock. Please!"
With a shaky breath, Severus wrapped his fingers once again around Regulus' length and began to slowly wank him, twisting at the top and then squeezing tight on the way down. It was close and hot and their breath made it hotter still until Severus knew his own clothing--which he'd never removed--was likely soggy with perspiration, but he couldn't have stopped at that moment if every member of the wedding party had crashed through the door with wands drawn.
Regulus' fingers fisted in the back of Severus' robes, pulling him closer even as small whimpers filled the dark closet. Finally their bodies were so close that every movement of Severus' hand over Regulus' cock had the added effect of rubbing his knuckles down the underside of his own. Knowing Regulus was too far gone to do anything to see to Severus' pleasure, he pushed their hips closer and gathered both cocks together.
It was very much the best idea Severus had ever had.
His groans mingled with the sounds Regulus was making as he wanked them both together, their cocks sliding deliciously against one another, and in no time at all, Regulus was crying out, his body tightening against Severus' as his cock began to pulse in Severus' hands. The hot burst of come that spilled over his fingers and dripped onto their joined cocks was the final straw for Severus, who grunted his own orgasm just as Regulus went nearly boneless and slid to the floor.
"Oh gods, you came on my face," Regulus whispered, causing Severus to gasp at the image, another quick jolt rocking through his body. "That is so hot."
Yes, Severus thought. Yes it is.
It was only too damn bad he couldn't see how debauched Regulus must surely look with Severus' come dripping down his face.
There were the sounds of something shifting and then Regulus was standing again, sliding his arms somewhat hesitantly around Severus. "Will you teach me everything? I mean... everything you know? You're brilliant at this."
Severus smirked at the proof of his own instinctual brilliance, but simply said, "That will take some time."
After all, he'd have to do quite a lot of research in the Restricted Section first.
Freshening charms took care of the worst of their dishabille, and Severus pulled the door open a crack, checking to see that they were alone before he pulled Regulus from the shed and led him back to the balustrade he'd been leaning against earlier.
"Reggie, what are you doing out here? And with Snape of all people?"
Severus clenched his teeth in anger as he heard Lestrange's unmistakeable voice calling to them from the French doors. "I'd be careful of the tone you use if I were you, Lestrange," Severus said tightly, turning to place himself partially between Regulus and Rabastan. "The Dark Lord is quite interested in acquiring me. One whisper in his ear of your... unwelcoming attitude, and he might find reason to replace you."
Severus smirked as Rabastan's face went unnaturally pale, then took hold of Regulus' elbow and led him further down the terrace.
"Are you really?" Regulus asked quietly.
"Going to join the Dark Lord."
Severus rarely made hasty decisions, but the awed tone of Regulus' voice had him lifting his chin to a determined angle. "Yes, I believe I will.