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Regulus Black and the Art of Sharing

 

                "Out!" said Sirius, after a long moment of just staring.

 

                "Why?" scoffed Regulus. He moved out of the open doorway and into the room.

 

                "This is . . . sexual harassment or something."

 

                "Salazar, Sirius, suck it up. Or just suck it," he added thoughtfully.

 

                "Shut up, shut up, shut up...," Sirius whined.

 

                "Have I ever told you that your whining turns me on?" Regulus said, and Sirius's mouth snapped shut at that. "Your 'O Merlin, I'm completely shocked' face is great as well. Anyway, have you ever been fucked, Sirius?"

 

                "WHAT?!"

 

                "All is as I expected," said Regulus with a sigh. "There's a first time for everything, you know."

 

                "What are you even doing here, Reg? I left you behind when I was released from our prison of a home."

 

                "I'm here for what's mine," he said raising an eyebrow in a very superior manner. Sirius didn't care to admit how much he enjoyed the expression.

 

                "What's yours?" asked Sirius in a growl, glaring hotly up at him, sitting up.

 

                "Your arse," Regulus said slowly, as if speaking to a particularly skittish small animal. Or at least a particularly daft one.

 

                "Why not your arse and my prick?" Sirius demanded.

 

                "A pure-blood does not shove phallic objects up their anal cavity, Sirius, though I didn't expect you to know that. You, however, are no longer a Black, and therefore no longer a pure-blood."

 

                "Yes I am!" hissed Sirius defiantly.

 

                "You don't like us anyway," said Regulus, almost soothingly. "Like I always say, things have a way of working out in the end."

 

                "Regulus, why don't you just take your fucked-up self out of here? I don't even care how you got in. I don't. Fucking. Care."

 

                "Uncle Alphard," Regulus said, as if it should have been perfectly obvious. "Really, Sirius, your powers of deduction are astounding. Now, are you going to be a good boy and drop your pants, or am I going to have to tie you up and slip them off myself to earn my prize?"

 

                "Stop talking about me like I'm . . . some common slut!" Sirius snapped. His hands had clenched into fists and he reached over to the nightstand to grab his wand.

 

                "But you are a . . . oh, alright," said Regulus with a sigh. He moved onto the bed. "You aren't a 'common slut'. You are a very unique slut. You're my slut, first. I will admit, I've always had a certain fondness for you. Brotherly love, and all that."

 

                "I thought we weren't family anymore," growled Sirius.

 

                "Lucky you, then," said Regulus, "You don't have to cry 'incest' when you come. What a lovely choice, really."

 

                "Shut up," sighed Sirius. Then he frowned slightly. "Did I, really?"

 

                "You did," said Regulus, and noticing his brother's slight flush, he said, "I really did like it. I thought it summed up the affair rather nicely. You are beautiful when you release."

 

                Sirius bit his lip. He supposed that, since he was disowned now, this wouldn't be as wrong on as many levels as it had been to let Regulus into his bed at Number Twelve. "And you no longer consider me a brother?"

 

                Regulus shook his head. "My brother is dead to me. You're just an available piece of flesh to sink my prick into." Sirius's lips parted slightly at that, eyes darkening, and Regulus smirked. "You like that attitude, no matter how you may deny it. You like being thought of as a little. Common. Slut." He reached for one of Sirius's hands, kneeling up on the bed. "I brought some toys, if you'd rather that we use them this time and I have you myself at a later date."

 

                "Toys?" Sirius seemed to stiffen.

 

                "Nothing out-of-the-ordinary," said Regulus softly, reaching into his pocket.

 

                "Your whole fucking life is out-of-the-ordinary," muttered Sirius, watching as Regulus drew out a small case, ending the Shrinking Spell to return it to its normal size. Regulus opened it and pulled out a dildo.

 

                "Slytherin fucking green. You're going to fuck me with the colors of that Muggle killer."

 

                "Yes."

 

                Sirius glowered at the object. With a wave of his wand, which he still held, he turned it red.

 

                "Good thinking. Now we won't be able to see the blood."

 

                Sirius's eyes widened and he pulled back a bit. "What blood?"

 

                "Virgins bleed the first time."

 

                "Are you . . . really?"

 

                Regulus started laughing until he was laughing so hard tears were forming in his perfect grey eyes. "You know, I suppose I've rather missed you. No, I will be careful and you will not bleed." Sirius seemed to relax.

 

                "You're a menace, Reg, really," he sighed. He lay down completely, not protesting as Regulus pulled the duvet off of him.

 

                "Oh I know, but I have ever so much fun," Regulus purred. "You know, it's odd how much we don't look alike. It was almost as if God intended a split with the family from the beginning."

 

                "Yeah, well, Orion and fucking Walburga didn't do a lot to stop the reality from ensuing anyway."

 

                "You wish you were back home with them?" Regulus cocked a brow.

 

                Sirius sighed. "Everyone wants a family, Regulus. Everyone. People can deny it, of course, but it really doesn't do them a lot of good to do so."

 

                "Interesting perspective," Regulus said softly. "You're probably right." He reached up to stroke Sirius's cheek. "We may not be brothers anymore, Sirius, but I can be part of your family. Sometimes friends are better families than our blood anyway."

 

                "Is that what we are?" said Sirius in a choked voice. "Are we friends, Reg?" He snorted.

 

                "Yes," said Regulus with a soft scowl. "No, stop laughing, we are. At least, I certainly wouldn't call us enemies."

 

                Sirius paused, considering the statement. "Yes, I suppose we aren't enemies, but not being enemies doesn't mean we're friends."

 

                "Look, we grew up together. We should have a good understanding of each other. Shouldn't it mean enough to you that I haven't abandoned you like I should have? I mean, I am in your home and we are conversing."

 

                "True," said Sirius with a sigh.

 

                "And now I'm going to shove a rubber phallus into your hole," he said simply.

 

                "True," said Sirius with a groan.

 

                "Does such dirty talk turn you on, Sirius?" smirked Regulus. "Well that's always good to know."

 

                Sirius rolled his eyes. "Can we just get on with it?"

 

                "On with what?"

 

                "Shoving a rubber cock up my arse."

 

                "I would be most happy to oblige," Regulus said, waving his wand at the bedside table, Conjuring a small jar of lubricant. "Be a dear and get that, would you? Thank you." He made sure the phallus was clean with another spell, and then covered it with the lubricant Sirius had handed him deftly. "Hold this."

 

                Sirius took the dildo in his hand, gulping as he eyed it, squeezing it to feel the rubber give slightly. Glancing down at Regulus to see Regulus was merely parting his thighs and eyeing his hole, not looking at him, he brought his other hand up and subtly stroked over the rubber of the dildo with his fingertips.

 

                He put some lube in his hand. Pressing a finger into Sirius gently, he also reached up to stroke him carefully. "I won't put my mouth on you again, if you really didn't like it."

 

                Sirius was silent.

 

                "I knew you liked it," said Regulus smugly after a moment. "I'd, er, never really done it before, you know. Well, only to myself."

 

                "Yourself?'

 

                "Time Turner," was all Regulus said, with a shrug. "Fucked myself too." He felt Sirius throb in his hand and chuckled softly to himself at the reaction. He pushed a second finger in and began moving it in and out as well. "It'll start to feel better," he said, and Sirius trusted him, trying to relax.

 

                "You know, you really look great like this," said Regulus. "Hold on, one moment," he said, and curled his fingers to brush against something that made Sirius tense and let out a soft squeak. "Here," he said, pressing at it more firmly to a moan and an arch of Sirius's back. "That's the spot, then," he said happily.

 

                Sirius moaned again as his brother—no, not anymore, right?—began to rhythmically press against him, soon taking the dildo from his limp fingers and, scissoring his fingers one last time, pulling them out to press it in. He did it slowly, carefully, letting Sirius adjust as he stroked his prick soothingly.

 

                "How's that?" he asked anxiously.

 

                "G-good . . . er . . . alright, I guess."

 

                "Good." Regulus just held it still for a moment. Then he pulled it out a bit, and pushed it back into him. "Am I hitting the spot?" he asked gently, and sighed when Sirius shook his head. He tried a bit more, then gave up. "You do it," he said.

 

                Sirius's eyes widened and he lowered a hand down to grasp the base of it, pulling it out a bit and thrusting it back in, changing angles until he found it and groaned. "Ah, Reg, that's good," he said, biting at his lip.

 

                "I know, isn't it?" said Regulus, gazing at him with a smirk. He released his own prick and began stroking at it. "You have absolutely no idea how wanton you look. Though, I suppose that's to be expected with a common slut." He hissed the last words in a very predatory manner. Sirius made a small, dog-like whimper, and he swelled further inside his hand.

 

                "You still have . . . the Time Turner?" he asked.

 

                "Oh, yes, definitely," said Regulus darkly. "Too bad you never asked Mum and Dad for one."

               

                "Don't . . . want their filthy money."

 

                "How did you get this . . . place, being disowned?"

 

                "Uncle Alphard, I told you . . . ." He moaned again.

 

                "No, no, Sirius, play along. How . . . did you get this place? Whore around for it? Sell this body of yours for money?" He watched as Sirius's prick leaked at his words. "You . . . did, didn't you?"

 

                "Mm, yeah," moaned Sirius softly. He closed his eyes, still pushing the dildo in and out of him.

 

                "This is the right angle, then?" asked Regulus, and he gently pushed his brother's hand off of the now-red rubber, taking over. Sirius shivered and whispered his name, and his other hand sped up on his own prick. "Stroke yourself for me, Sirius."

 

                Sirius had to comply. "Oh, Reg, oh, oh, yeah," he groaned, eyes closing more tightly. "So . . . good!" His prick leaked even more as he reached down and stroked at it.

 

                "Tell me about . . . your job, Sirius," Regulus purred.

 

                "Merlin! Big . . . strong men . . . always fuck me . . . pinning me down . . . ."

 

                "I bet they pay well."

 

                "Very . . . . I'd do it . . . for nothing, though." He moaned again.

 

                "Would you?"

 

                "Ahhhhh, yes!"

 

                Regulus drove it into him a bit more quickly. "How do they feel inside of you?"

 

                "Huge . . . like . . . I'll never . . . tighten up again," he panted, hips rolling in time with his brother's thrusts. "Ah! And . . . I'm . . . on fire . . . ngh, ah, Reg, gah, mmmm . . . ."

 

                "On . . . fire?" he breathed, gazing into Sirius's eyes as he stroked the dildo in and out, abusing himself.

 

                "YES! So hot . . . in heaven, absolutely . . . they're filling me . . . I can feel it."

 

                "Merlin, Sirius!" hissed Regulus, eyes dark with lust as he watched the dildo disappear into the stretched arse hole. "Fuck, fuck . . . ."

 

                "Quite . . . a mouth . . . on you."

 

                "You would know, wouldn't . . . you?" panted Regulus, and Sirius cried out, shooting himself. Regulus continued to drive the thing into his prostate as he milked the last bits of sperm from his prick.

 

                "Ahhh, Reg, Reg, Reg, ah," he moaned as he rocked his hips, "Mm, stop, too much . . . ."

 

                "It's never . . . too much," groaned Regulus, and he came himself, shuddering as his prick throbbed, spilling himself onto Sirius's bed.

 

                "Oh my God," Sirius moaned after a moment of just lying there, arse clenching beautifully about the rubber.

 

                "Indeed."

 

                "I . . . can't believe that was . . . so good."

 

                "I couldn't believe it the first time I fucked myself on something either." Sirius reached for it after a moment, but he placed a hand on his wrist, causing Sirius to look up so that their eyes met. "No, no, don't pull it out," he said, and his smile was warm for one of the first times Sirius could clearly remember. "Keep it. Think of me."

 

                "You always were good at sharing," muttered Sirius.

 

                Regulus smiled, placed a hand gently on Sirius's ankle, and then made his exit. He cleaned his sated brother off first, as well as the bed, to a grateful sigh. He received a delighted chuckle when he called him a common slut just one more time.