Title: Ink as Black as Night
Rating: NC-17
Warning; Rimming, Slash, Cross-dressing, a bit of toy play and of course… angst
Pairing: Sirius/Regulus
Word Count: 1,671
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. EVER.
Sirius Black was not gay.
He was just bored… and horny.
His mother had taken to locking him into the house again and unless he wanted to be permanently deformed, he would have to wait for Tinkle (the old but truly pleasant house elf who was definitely going to get the axe if she kept being nice to him) to let him out or for James’ parents to take pity on him and rescue him anonymously.
But until any one of those two things happened, he was stuck here with his deranged and pathetic brother. It hadn’t always been this way; he and Regulus used to enjoy each other’s company. That was until, Regulus up and got himself tattooed by a raving lunatic that was particularly brilliant at insane bits of magic. This was just recently though, and although they had always kept an image of animosity between them since they both started attending Hogwarts, Sirius only started hating Regulus when he found out about the Mark.
In retaliation, Sirius got the words ‘Voldy eat my shorts’ tattooed across his ass. Regulus had tried to hex him when he saw it, but he was a bit slow; which was why at the moment, Regulus and Sirius’ normal playful yet painfully truthful and hateful banter was censored to complete silence.
Because before Regulus had the mark, before he had pledged his undying allegiance to the bastard to end all bastards; Regulus and Sirius did very un-brotherly things. Things that Sirius would never tell James or really anyone else- ever, dirty things… naughty things. It all started when Sirius threatened to leave during his fourth year and a row had broken out between them and ended with Regulus pressed against the wall with Sirius’ tongue down his throat. It had been an awkward moment that ended with both brothers shuffling away to their respective rooms in silence. And the next row ended with Regulus bent over the top of the parlor table, with Sirius buried balls deep in his arse.
But as soon as Sirius had heard about the mark on Regulus’ arm through the grape-vine at Hogwarts, he promptly stayed away from him. It wasn’t like they did, whatever they did, while they were at Hogwarts but it was enough for Regulus to notice and pitch a fit. Which had caused the unveiling of Sirius’ tattoo and naturally it was a disaster.
So Sirius sat in his room and thought… until he came up with something ingenious, that would not only fix the argument between him and his brother but a whole assortment of his own problems. He had spent the day in his room and when he emerged at fifteen minutes to midnight he clutched a small duffle bag at his side.
Regulus’ room was on the floor above him and the stairs creaked slightly as Sirius made his way up them. When he reached the old door at the end of the hallway he noticed it was ajar and a beam of light was issuing through the crack. He could make out the bed post and the flicker of light against the opposite wall.
“Oi!” Sirius burst into his brother’s bedroom to find Regulus sprawled out on the black draped bed, naked with his hand between his legs. Sirius felt his own trousers tighten in response. Regulus slowed his movements on his hard cock, but did not stop entirely. He only stared back.
“Don’t you knock?” Sirius just glared at the smirk that was splayed across Regulus’ face. He walked to the fire and set the bag he brought with him on the settee. Pulling out some clothing he tossed it at his brother, who was still stroking himself between his legs; looking lazily toward Sirius.
“Redeem yourself… you fuckwit.”
Regulus caught the bundle of clothing with a raised eyebrow; Sirius just shot him two fingers and gestured toward the bathroom. Regulus gave a small squeeze to his balls before moving off the bed and out of sight. Sirius only smiled because no matter how bad ass Regulus thought he was, he would do anything Sirius wanted. Especially for forgiveness.
He closed his eyes and reminded himself that this was to teach Regulus a lesson and that it was okay and he wasn’t gay- just pissed off and horny. Sirius tugged off his t-shirt and thin trousers, his silk snitch-patterned boxers joined the rest of his clothes on the floor as he reached for his bag again. Before he could look up on his own, the door from the loo opened up and revealed Regulus in all his- femininity?
Regulus wasn’t a severely masculine man, but the subtle slopes and curves of the black dress made him look beautiful in the most womanly way he could. But what stirred Sirius’ cock more than anything was the blush that was creeping its way up his brother’s neck.
“I hate you.” Sirius just smiled and toyed with the thin ring of metal in his hand, walking closer to Regulus, who was standing with as much dignity as he could, by the bed.
“You hate me Regulus? Is that why you are so dressed up for me?” There was no response and he traced his fingers along Regulus collar bone, enjoying the way the breath caught beneath his fingers. Regulus’ face was twisted but his breath deceived him, as Sirius ran his hands over the small amount of exposed flesh. Sirius’ cock was hard just by looking at him, but the way the zipper felt underneath his hand was glorious and he could feel himself leaking as he pressed against the back of Regulus.
“You want it don’t you, you tart. You want me to bend you over in this bird’s dress, eh?” Sirius traced his tongue along Regulus’ ear and used one hand to unzip the dress down to the waist, but not completely. With the other hand, Sirius lifted the front of the dress and slipped the cock ring onto Regulus. He moaned underneath Sirius’ fingers and jutted into his hands, but Sirius only laughed and pulled back, caressing his way back along Regulus’ leg and squeezing his arse.
“On with it, you bastard.” His voice was muted beneath his gritted teeth and Sirius just pushed Regulus down, bent over the bed with his arse peaking out from underneath the hem of the dress.
“No,” Sirius sank to his knees and licked one long stroke, from balls to back. “You need to be punished for being a bitch… to someone other than me.”
His hands spread Regulus’ cheeks apart, sliding his tongue up and down the sides, avoiding the pucker teasingly. His own cock throbbed as Regulus bucked back into his face and moaned into the bedspread. Sirius let his hand stray, lazily stroking Regulus’ balls before he let his tongue flick against the hole.
“Fuckin’ hell...”
Sirius chuckled and blew against the clenching pucker before he swirled his tongue against the hole and dripped the tip in, loving the feel of Regulus bucking back into his face. Regulus was practically mewing, thrusting against the bed for some sort of friction on his prick.
Sirius enclosed his mouth over the hole and sucked, thrusting his cock against Regulus’ legs and moaning against his flesh.
“AH! Just fuck me, Sirius. Please… ah… please.”
Regulus’ begging was enough to send Sirius off the edge and his mouth left flesh with a pop as he waved his hand where his mouth and tongue just left. His finger dipped inside the heavily lubricated entrance and slowly slid two fingers into Regulus’ arse. He could feel the entrance clenching around fingers, as he scissored his fingers and Regulus’ whimpers turned into moans and Sirius’ fingers hit the spot inside of Regulus that made serving the Dark Lord worth it.
Sirius quickly removed his fingers, running the lube from his fingers over himself before plunging into Regulus.
“Oh Merlin.”
“FUCK!” Sirius rammed himself into Regulus, plunging balls deep into his arse with his hands gripping his hips in a way he was sure would leave deep bruises on Regulus’ hips in the following morning light but the sounds his brother was making beneath him were more than enough to keep him going. Sirius was so close, the sounds of his name on Regulus’ lips and the delicious friction of the pooled dress against his stomach turned his rhythmic thrusting into erratic thrusts.
The tightening ins his balls was almost unbearable and before he knew it he was screaming something incomprehensible as the most undeniable heat flooded him and he shot his load into Regulus. Sirius rode out his orgasm, pumping lazily for his own accord before he even noticed Regulus’ begging.
“Sirius… please…”
Sirius smiled against the bare of his back before he pulled out of his arse and waved his hand across Regulus, and replacing his cock with his fingers. With three flicks over Regulus’ prostate, Regulus was spurting and thrusting against the bedspread with his knees week and jelly like.
They stood there, before Sirius let his hand slip out and stood. Regulus just crawled back onto the bed, laying gingerly on his side; Sirius had no doubt he was sore. Sirius just walked back to his pile of clothes and stuffed them in his bag. He never stayed after nights like these; he would just pack up and leave without saying a word. But tonight felt like something had changed and that was cause for words.
He felt Regulus’ eyes on him as he walked towards the door, pausing at the door.
“Get out while you can Reg, you’re too pretty to be dead.”
He never touched Regulus again.
