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The Hardest Part

                "Even now you've left, you're still making life miserable for me at home."

                "What do you mean?" Sirius glanced over the top of the morning's issue of the Prophet.

                "I got 3 N.E.W.T.s. Mother's thrown—"

                "A fit, yeah."

                "No, the settee. I swear, my life flashed before my eyes . . . . Anyway," Regulus sat down across from him at the small table.

                "And how, exactly, does this mean I ruined your life?"

                "You got 10. How on earth am I supposed to compete with that? Sad thing is, I doubt you cracked a book the entire time!" he huffed.

                "Look, Reg, some people are just stupid." Fire flashed in Regulus's eyes as a glare so intense was shot at him, he almost wanted to go back to reading the Prophet and ignoring Regulus to let him calm down. "Well, it's true, isn't it?" he said, looking away. "I mean, you've probably only got one talent, and, no, we're not going to mention it here where I eat my breakfast."

                Regulus sighed.

                "So I heard You-Know-Who is recruiting. Did you do it yet?"

                "What do you think?"

                Sirius reached across the table to lift Regulus's sleeve and run a finger over the brand, causing Regulus to hiss. "Thought so," Sirius said, now picking up the paper to ignore him for sure.

                "That's it? No rant?" He raised an eyebrow.

                "Not even worth it, really. You're a complete imbecile, aren't you?"

                "Shut up."

                "You are. And you're going to get yourself killed—you can mark my words on that. You're going to die before you reach your second decade."

                "Shut up," Regulus said again. He got up and began to pace, and then began banging around in the fridge and the cabinets.

                "What are you doing?" asked Sirius, still not looking up.

                "Eating something. Merlin, Sirius, you really astound me sometimes."

                "Oh, who are you kidding, Regulus?" he put the paper down again, staring at the back of Regulus's head intently. "You act all superior, but the scores proved it. Not only do you lack common sense, you can't get ahead no matter how much you study. You can solve little mysteries in everyday life all you want, but you're really just an idiot. Aren't you?" he said, voice more gentle at the end.

                Regulus slammed the cabinet closed, turning around to glare at him. "I brought the Time Turner this time. I thought you wanted to see me use it. I guess not. Maybe I should just leave, if having to deal with such an inferior mind is putting you off your lunch."

                "That's not what I said—"

                "Oh isn't it?" he sniffed haughtily, crossing his arms. "Look, coming here really was a mistake. You think you can talk to me like that and then have me display myself for you?" He looked as if he had more to say, but stopped when he saw himself stride into the kitchen. "Oh great," he muttered. "Look what you made me do."

                "I take offense to that," said Future Regulus with a grin.

                Sirius looked from one to the other, intrigued.

                "Well, we might as well all reconvene to the bedroom," said Regulus with a roll of his eyes. He sighed and made his way to the shabby room. "You really cannot decorate, can you?"

                "No, he can't," Future Regulus agreed.

                "The people I invite in here aren't interested in the décor," said Sirius with a grin when both Reguluses shot him the same expression. "Well anyway," he said with an awkward cough.

                "Strip," said Future Regulus to Present Regulus, and he complied, shedding his robes, lying back on the bed, naked.

                There was barely enough room on the bed for two, and certainly not enough room for three, so Sirius sat on a creaky chair and watched as his brother advanced upon himself with little licking kisses all over the boy's chest and stomach, and even thighs. It was a grand sight, and he soon slid his hand down to touch himself, still wearing only his pajama trousers.

                Future Regulus, already lubed and stretched, sank himself down onto Present Regulus all of a sudden, and Sirius moaned. Both Reguluses glanced at him for a moment, and then began their hot dance. The Reguluses shifted, bodies seeming to blend into one almost as well as their moans and grunts seemed to blend together. Sirius was quite enjoying himself. He could only imagine what it would be like to do to himself what the Reguluses were doing.

                "Do you . . . like it?" moaned Present Regulus.

                "He does," groaned Future Regulus, and Present Regulus shifted them over to pound harshly into himself.

                "I'm going . . . to feel this in the morning," grinned Present Regulus, gripping at his own thighs. "Merlin, I'm gorgeous!"

                Sirius groaned at the fact he'd just called himself gorgeous, and also at the fact that it was completely true. Maybe not as handsome as Sirius himself, to most, but nothing to balk at. Flushed and lying beneath himself as he also thrust into himself, hard, flushed with desire, he looked the picture of sex, and the picture of sex in this case had been copied once, leaving two pictures of sex. Pictures Sirius was very, very appreciative of.

                It was Future Regulus who released first, cock spurting heavenward in a grand arc, even though he'd not been touched there at all, and Present Regulus cried out at the contraction of the muscles around him. Sirius stroked himself furiously to climax.

                Pulling out, tracing his fingers in his own come on his own chest, Present Regulus licked a bit off of his finger. "I don't taste half-bad either," he told Sirius with a smirk. He then laid spooned up against himself. Sirius watched them lay next to each other for a long, long time.

                Present Regulus sat up after a bit, finding his wand to point it at his backside to stretch and lube himself, and then locating the Time Turner and giving it a single turn. He disappeared.

                "That's the hardest part," said Future—well, Present now—Regulus, "when they disappear."

                "I'll take your word for it," said Sirius.

                "I knew it. I fucking knew it," Sirius muttered to himself after he heard the news. He went to the funeral under an Invisibility Cloak. Not a month later, his father killed himself. While he felt blank about his father's death, about Regulus's he still felt angry.

                "That's the hardest part, I guess," muttered Sirius. "The part where they disappear." He moved to the wardrobe slowly, as if in a trance, then shuffled around the clothes on the floor of it to grasp his now-green-again dildo, running a fingertip over the head of it. "That's the hardest fucking part."

                He laughed a sorrowed, overtaxed sort of laugh before he calmed down enough to lie down on the bed and fuck himself with what remained of his idiotic brother. He knew his brother deserved to die. That didn't make it sting any less, he supposed. He'd have to start being able to feel to be able to tell.