On The Tenth Day Of Christmas, Assorted Illnesses Brought To Me
Ten late night moments
Swallows and Amazons
Nancy
G
210 words
Nancy knew what she 'should' be like. Susan. Susan was what she should be like - or rather who she should be like. The oldest girl, taking care of her little sister Peggy, making sure they never went anywhere without ten days planning and enough food for an entire troop. Nancy usually managed to remember food - for her own sake as much as anything - but the planning was too dull. What adventure was there in having a step by step itinerary, with probably a regimented bedtime routine and everyone brushing their teeth at 8.05pm precisely? (John, she thought mordantly, probably liked it: it was almost like being in the Navy. Well, if he wanted to spend the rest of his life being ordered around by men who thought doing as you were told was the be-all and end-all of life, that was his look out.)
She had once, almost against her will, raised the subject with her mother, in the middle of one night, Peggy already asleep beside her.
“Mother, would you rather I was - a bit more like Susan?”
Her mother had hugged her, and for once Nancy hadn't explained. “I wouldn't swap you for ten Susans,” she whispered to her daughter.
Nancy smiled.
Dr Who (new!Who)
Amy/Rory
PG
for versipellis
99 words
Amy took a break from kissing and ran a hand up Rory's leg.
“Shall we take this somewhere more private?” she suggested.
The words were supposed to be just between the two of them, but the Doctor interrupted:
“Oh, don't mind me. Just act like I'm not here. The TARDIS needs me, don't you, old lady?”
Rory raised an eyebrow. “Let's take this somewhere more private,” he agreed.
“Our room?” Amy suggested.
“Bunk beds,” said Rory gloomily.
“Bunk beds are cool!” the Doctor objected.
“Our room,” Rory said hastily, and they left.
Babysitters Club
Mallory/Jessi
PG
For versipellis also :)
297 words
It was 9.30pm when Mallory said it, half an hour before her parents were going to be back. The other Pikes were all in bed, just leaving two babysitters in the lounge room, sitting on the sofa and talking about anything and everything.
“I don't want Ben Hogart as my boyfriend,” she said suddenly.
Jessi looked at her in surprise. “Why not? I thought you liked him.”
“I did. I do. I mean - he's a nice boy, and I like him.”
“Then what's the problem?” Jessi slid onto the floor at Mal's feet and bent forward to press her forehead against the carpet in a balletic stretch.
“Idonwanakis.”
“Huh?” Jessi turned her head to one side and looked up at Mal, whose face had turned a light pink.
“I don't want to kiss him,” Mallory said in a hurry, almost as if she needed to get the words out quickly before she lost her nerve.
Jessi almost laughed, but something told her that this mattered to Mallory, more than Jessi could understand. “Then don't,” she said gently. “If you're not ready for kissing...”
“I am,” Mal blurted out, her face going from pink to puce. “It's just - not Ben.”
“Who?” Jessi thought around the boys in their class, trying to remember if Mallory had ever shown a particular interest in one above another. “Oh Mal, not George Pinkerton!”
“No!” Mallory said indignantly.
“Well it can't be...” Jessi reeled off the names of half a dozen other boys, and Mal shook her head time after time. “Who then?” Jessi asked.
Mallory's face was burning, and her eyes had tears behind her glasses. “Oh Jessi, don't you understand? It's you.”
Sarah Jane Adventures
Luke, Sarah-Jane
G
For versipellis AGAIN. Why don't we call this Versipellis day?
131 words
“Will I never feel like everyone else?” Luke asked his mother, plaintively, as she sat on the side of his bed that evening.
She smiled and stroked his hair. “Probably not. But that's okay, you know, Luke.”
“I just want to be normal.”
“That's understandable,” Sarah-Jane said gently. “But the truth is, when it comes down to it, no one is normal - not really. No one is like anyone else. That is the wonder and the joy of the universe. Your difference is not just what makes you special, it's what makes you you.” She bent and pressed her lips to his forehead. “Never be ashamed of being different, Luke,” she murmured to him. “You are perfect - just the way you are.”
Merlin
Gwen, Morgana
G
Aha, for someone else! For ragdoll :)
117 words
The clock strikes twelve. December 25th has arrived.
“Happy Christmas,” Gwen says as she slides Morgana's dress from her shoulders.
“Yes.” Morgana's face is white. She hesitates. “Except it's not, Gwen, is it? Nothing's happy. Nothing's right. We've put on the spirit of Christmas, but all it is is wrappings. There's nothing inside, do you understand me? Nothing that matters.”
Gwen nibbles on her lower lip. “No,” she admits finally. “No, there isn't.” She raises her head and looks straight into Morgana's eyes. “But it's all we have just now. So... Happy Christmas.”
“Happy Christmas, Gwen,” Morgana says softly, but she looks away from her servant as she does so.
Harry Potter
Moody/Severus
PG13
For r_grayjoy
407 words
Moody's cock is red and fat and, like the man himself, should not be appealing but somehow is, Severus thinks. There is an expression on Moody's face which is somewhere between arousal and - is it embarrassment?
“You're more muscular than you seem,” Alastor says, distracting Severus from his train of thought.
Severus huffs. “Hardly.”
“I've not done this in a while.”
Severus shrugs his robes off properly and settles himself next to Moody on the bed. Moody's bed is practical and functional: two solid looking pillows, a duvet, and lots of space.
“Nor I.”
“Don't really know where to start,” Alastor admits gruffly.
Severus puts a hand on Moody's cock. “Here?” he suggests.
Moody lets out a grunt of laughter. “A man of few words, but to the point,” he says. “Aye.” In turn, he runs a hand over Severus's chest. “Give it time, you'll have as many scars as I do,” he comments, running gnarled fingers over each one in turn.
“Not unless you bite,” Severus retorts.
Words become unnecessary as the two men explore each other's bodies. It has been too, too long since Severus touched and was touched; he suspects it is the same for Alastor, but Moody has an unexpected skill commensurate with his magical skills. For several moments, Severus stops analysing the situation and just feels; Alastor's hand on his cock, Alastor's cock in Severus's arse - a familiar yet different feeling, for every man is different, but this is - yes - good, better than good.
Moody comes first, but Severus follows shortly afterwards; the two men pulling apart and lying sweatily side by side.
After a while, as they lie there, Moody says, “I was married once, you know.”
Surprised, Severus says, “I didn't know.”
“Not many people did. He died - he was killed - six months after the wedding.” Moody hesitates. “That was thirty plus years ago. Haven't been with a man since. A woman, now and then, but not a man.”
“I'm flattered.” Usually when Severus uses that phrase, it is ironically. It seems odd really to mean it.
“Well.” Alastor looks embarrassed. “G'night.”
“Good night Alastor.”
Moody murmurs a spell, and the lights switch off. Severus lies in the darkness and listens to his new lover's breathing, until it grows slower, heavier. Only then, he sleeps himself.
Harry Potter
Bill/Harry
NC-17
For leela_cat
296 words
“Let me.” Bill's voice is husky with need, and Harry is anything but immune to that sound.
“Are you sure?” he asks doubtfully. Fucking is one thing, but this is something quite different. Why would any man want to put his mouth there?
“I can cast a cleaning spell first,” Bill murmurs, doing so almost immdiately.
Gently, he parts Harry's buttocks, running his tongue against the puckered sphincter between the two rounded cheeks. Harry bucks; the feeling is far nicer than he had anticipated, the feel of Bill's mouth against the ring of muscle making him feel dizzy with desire. His cock, underneath him, is so hard it's almost painful.
“Like it?” asks Bill.
“Mmm.”
Then Bill's tongue is poking inside him, and all Harry's ideas about 'wrongness' go to the wall as he groans at the feeling of Bill's sensitive, versatile tongue probing into his arse. It is not “nice” as he originally thought, this is amazing - mind-blowing - and Bill can do it forever if he so desires.
When Bill exchanges tongue for cock, Harry is almost disappointed; though when Bill moves inside him he has no further complaints. It is not long until both men are coming, gasping out their need into the darkness. Harry will only make love in the darkness of the night, ashamed of his body and what it has been through. To death and back again.
As Harry is just dozing off, Bill speaks again.
“We knew it in Egypt as 'the sphinx,” he says. “That muscle. On first glance, so unremarkable; yet a source of such wonder.”
Harry lies on his back, eyes closed. “Call it what you want,” he says dreamily, “if you keep doing that...”
Harry Potter
Luna/Pansy
PG13
For magic_at_mungos
235 words
Twelve o'clock struck. The witching hour, Pansy had heard that Muggles called it. Christmas day had dawned, and Pansy was... Pansy was...
“I always think,” said Luna, flicking her wand and making the string of lights twist delicately around Pansy's wrists, “that using real fairies is cruel.” She murmured something under her breath, and the string tightened, pulling Pansy's wrists together behind her back. “After all, would you like to be a christmas decoration?”
Pansy pursed her lips together grumpily. Luna always had her at a disadvantage - and it was nothing to do with the fact that Pansy was tied up in christmas lights. It was because Luna was always so uncompromisingly Luna-esque. You couldn't imagine, even for a few seconds, that she was another Slytherin girl (preferably one in a higher year) and that Pansy was simply obliged to do her bidding. No, even in the most unexpected situations (or maybe, particularly in the most unexpected situations), you had to acknowledge that this was Luna Lovegood - patronised, if not despised, by her own House, let alone by a Slytherin - and yet you were allowing her to do what she would with you.
“I'm not,” she said coldly, “a christmas decoration.”
Luna bent down and kissed her lips. “Exactly.”
Not for the first time, Pansy wondered why in this world she loved Luna like she did.
Harry Potter
Minerva/Severus
PG
For torino10154
258 words
“Should old acquaintance be forgot,” said Severus drily.
Minerva frowned. “I may be Scottish, Severus, but there's no need to quote Burns to me on every and all occasions.”
“I apologise. I had not realised I was so predictable.”
Minerva softened. “I'm sorry, Severus. I know you've lost more than most. And New Year always does make us remember the people who've gone before. I imagine that's why I'm irritable.”
“More than usual?” he asked. Minerva glared at him, and Severus smiled. “And that comment I really do apologise for.”
“Well,” said Minerva briskly. “Let us, for this one night, forget our auld acquaintances (- you English can never pronounce 'auld' correctly -) and remember only that here we both are, alive. Able” - she pushed a bottle towards Severus - “to get drunk and celebrate life, and living.”
“And sex?”
“And,” Minerva agreed, “sex.” She pulled the whisky back towards her. “So not too much of the drunkenness, Severus.”
Severus raised an eyebrow, and poured himself two fingers of whisky. “Do I usually disappoint?”
“You know the answer to that.” It was Minerva's turn to smile. “Are you really so in need of ego-boosting that you need to ask?”
“If I were, I should know better than to come to you,” Severus shot back; but his lips quirked in what was almost amusement. He picked up his glass. “Happy New Year, Minerva. And - why not? - 'to us'.”
Harry Potter
Sirius/Regulus
NC17
Warnings: incest, chan
For ariadneelda
810 words
Regulus pushes open the door carefully, and peers in. Sirius smiles, jerking his head to encourage Reg to come through. When he has, Sirius mutters a quick spell which locks the door: it wouldn't stop an experienced witch or wizard, but it would hold them up and give the boys a bit of time to...
Wait, go back a bit. Regulus had nightmares - horrible, vivid nightmares. The only way he found to stop them was to sneak across the corridor, into Sirius's bed. With his big brother's arms around him, he found peace and tranquility and dreamless sleep. He also found sex. By this point, Reg can't remember how it began - Sirius's hand on his cock, his hand on Sirius's. Just a comfort thing, really; after they wanked together, Regulus always slept so very well. For a while afterwards, he invented nightmares - anything to get him into Sirius's bed. Now, though, they don't bother with that. They both know what they both want, and how can anything which satisfies them both so much be wrong?
“Come here.”
Regulus is still getting used to his brother's newly broken voice. He sounds like a man now, and Reg finds that all the more arousing. His erection pushes against his pyjama bottoms as he flits across the room and into Sirius's bed. Sirius gives him a quick kiss, and Regulus's arms fold around Sirius as if they were meant to be there.
“Sirius.”
“Yes.”
The kiss is deepened, and Regulus presses himself against his brother, their legs tangling together. Reg can feel the weight of Sirius's erection pushing against his own, and he moans a little and rubs up to him. Sirius slides his hands inside Reg's pyjamas, and pushes them down. Sirius himself never wears anything on his lower half in bed. Regulus wishes he had the confidence to do the same, but it doesn't matter: Sirius will always sort that out for him. Sirius has always sorted everything out for Reg. He wriggles out of the trousers entirely, pulling Sirius as close to him as he possibly can.
“That's right,” Sirius encourages.
“Your hands, please - your hands,” Regulus begs.
Sirius laughs, and the sound vibrates through them both. “Not this time,” he says.
He slides down Regulus's body until his mouth is next to Regulus's cock. Sirius hardly ever does this, even though Reg likes it best of all. It is a treat when Sirius chooses to go down on his brother.
Sirius's mouth is wet and warm and wanting. Regulus's dick slides in and out, Sirius's tongue licking circles around the tip. There are tears in Reg's eyes, but he doesn't care - can't think about anything but what Sirius is doing. Up and down, yes, oh please, Sirius... Regulus can hear a whining noise and it takes him a few seconds to realise that he is making it. He is forcing himself not to pump his hips, not to thrust himself into Sirius's mouth; but as if Sirius knows what he wants, he finds himself being taken further and further into Sirius's mouth, so that the head of his cock almost touches the back of Sirius's throat.
“Oh, oh.”
Sirius pulls away as Regulus orgams, Reg's twitching cock sending come across his brother and himself. Regulus pants for a while, his mind spinning into far off galaxies, as Sirius slides up so that their heads are next to each other on the pillow ones more.
When he has finally come to himself, Reg looks at his brother. “My turn.”
Reg goes to slip down Sirius's body in turn, but Sirius reaches out a hand to stop him.
“No. Not like that.” Sirius's brown eyes are hot and desperate. “I want your hand on me.”
“I...” Reg has moved his hand already, almost without thinking.
“No, not like that. Make it wet,” Sirius whispers. “Wet from your come.”
Regulus runs his hand over his come-covered stomach, and then places the hand around Sirius's cock, sliding it up and down.
“Like this?”
“Yes. Merlin. Reg, yes.”
Sirius is rarely so forthcoming, and the very fact of his encouragement pushes Regulus to do more, go faster, wet his other hand and use one after the other, each in turn. Sirius is bucking into his fingers, his breathing harsh and wanting, and Regulus feels wonderful - marvellous - needed. Then Sirius comes, panting, between Reg's fingers, a long groan emanating from him.
Both satisfied, they curl up together in a bed newly cleaned by a spell Sirius has by heart. Regulus sleeps, his head against Sirius's chest, Sirius's arms around him.
When he wakes, Sirius has gone. Has left home, never to return.
Regulus will never understand how his brother could do that to him.
Swallows and Amazons
Nancy
G
210 words
Nancy knew what she 'should' be like. Susan. Susan was what she should be like - or rather who she should be like. The oldest girl, taking care of her little sister Peggy, making sure they never went anywhere without ten days planning and enough food for an entire troop. Nancy usually managed to remember food - for her own sake as much as anything - but the planning was too dull. What adventure was there in having a step by step itinerary, with probably a regimented bedtime routine and everyone brushing their teeth at 8.05pm precisely? (John, she thought mordantly, probably liked it: it was almost like being in the Navy. Well, if he wanted to spend the rest of his life being ordered around by men who thought doing as you were told was the be-all and end-all of life, that was his look out.)
She had once, almost against her will, raised the subject with her mother, in the middle of one night, Peggy already asleep beside her.
“Mother, would you rather I was - a bit more like Susan?”
Her mother had hugged her, and for once Nancy hadn't explained. “I wouldn't swap you for ten Susans,” she whispered to her daughter.
Nancy smiled.
Dr Who (new!Who)
Amy/Rory
PG
for versipellis
99 words
Amy took a break from kissing and ran a hand up Rory's leg.
“Shall we take this somewhere more private?” she suggested.
The words were supposed to be just between the two of them, but the Doctor interrupted:
“Oh, don't mind me. Just act like I'm not here. The TARDIS needs me, don't you, old lady?”
Rory raised an eyebrow. “Let's take this somewhere more private,” he agreed.
“Our room?” Amy suggested.
“Bunk beds,” said Rory gloomily.
“Bunk beds are cool!” the Doctor objected.
“Our room,” Rory said hastily, and they left.
Babysitters Club
Mallory/Jessi
PG
For versipellis also :)
297 words
It was 9.30pm when Mallory said it, half an hour before her parents were going to be back. The other Pikes were all in bed, just leaving two babysitters in the lounge room, sitting on the sofa and talking about anything and everything.
“I don't want Ben Hogart as my boyfriend,” she said suddenly.
Jessi looked at her in surprise. “Why not? I thought you liked him.”
“I did. I do. I mean - he's a nice boy, and I like him.”
“Then what's the problem?” Jessi slid onto the floor at Mal's feet and bent forward to press her forehead against the carpet in a balletic stretch.
“Idonwanakis.”
“Huh?” Jessi turned her head to one side and looked up at Mal, whose face had turned a light pink.
“I don't want to kiss him,” Mallory said in a hurry, almost as if she needed to get the words out quickly before she lost her nerve.
Jessi almost laughed, but something told her that this mattered to Mallory, more than Jessi could understand. “Then don't,” she said gently. “If you're not ready for kissing...”
“I am,” Mal blurted out, her face going from pink to puce. “It's just - not Ben.”
“Who?” Jessi thought around the boys in their class, trying to remember if Mallory had ever shown a particular interest in one above another. “Oh Mal, not George Pinkerton!”
“No!” Mallory said indignantly.
“Well it can't be...” Jessi reeled off the names of half a dozen other boys, and Mal shook her head time after time. “Who then?” Jessi asked.
Mallory's face was burning, and her eyes had tears behind her glasses. “Oh Jessi, don't you understand? It's you.”
Sarah Jane Adventures
Luke, Sarah-Jane
G
For versipellis AGAIN. Why don't we call this Versipellis day?
131 words
“Will I never feel like everyone else?” Luke asked his mother, plaintively, as she sat on the side of his bed that evening.
She smiled and stroked his hair. “Probably not. But that's okay, you know, Luke.”
“I just want to be normal.”
“That's understandable,” Sarah-Jane said gently. “But the truth is, when it comes down to it, no one is normal - not really. No one is like anyone else. That is the wonder and the joy of the universe. Your difference is not just what makes you special, it's what makes you you.” She bent and pressed her lips to his forehead. “Never be ashamed of being different, Luke,” she murmured to him. “You are perfect - just the way you are.”
Merlin
Gwen, Morgana
G
Aha, for someone else! For ragdoll :)
117 words
The clock strikes twelve. December 25th has arrived.
“Happy Christmas,” Gwen says as she slides Morgana's dress from her shoulders.
“Yes.” Morgana's face is white. She hesitates. “Except it's not, Gwen, is it? Nothing's happy. Nothing's right. We've put on the spirit of Christmas, but all it is is wrappings. There's nothing inside, do you understand me? Nothing that matters.”
Gwen nibbles on her lower lip. “No,” she admits finally. “No, there isn't.” She raises her head and looks straight into Morgana's eyes. “But it's all we have just now. So... Happy Christmas.”
“Happy Christmas, Gwen,” Morgana says softly, but she looks away from her servant as she does so.
Harry Potter
Moody/Severus
PG13
For r_grayjoy
407 words
Moody's cock is red and fat and, like the man himself, should not be appealing but somehow is, Severus thinks. There is an expression on Moody's face which is somewhere between arousal and - is it embarrassment?
“You're more muscular than you seem,” Alastor says, distracting Severus from his train of thought.
Severus huffs. “Hardly.”
“I've not done this in a while.”
Severus shrugs his robes off properly and settles himself next to Moody on the bed. Moody's bed is practical and functional: two solid looking pillows, a duvet, and lots of space.
“Nor I.”
“Don't really know where to start,” Alastor admits gruffly.
Severus puts a hand on Moody's cock. “Here?” he suggests.
Moody lets out a grunt of laughter. “A man of few words, but to the point,” he says. “Aye.” In turn, he runs a hand over Severus's chest. “Give it time, you'll have as many scars as I do,” he comments, running gnarled fingers over each one in turn.
“Not unless you bite,” Severus retorts.
Words become unnecessary as the two men explore each other's bodies. It has been too, too long since Severus touched and was touched; he suspects it is the same for Alastor, but Moody has an unexpected skill commensurate with his magical skills. For several moments, Severus stops analysing the situation and just feels; Alastor's hand on his cock, Alastor's cock in Severus's arse - a familiar yet different feeling, for every man is different, but this is - yes - good, better than good.
Moody comes first, but Severus follows shortly afterwards; the two men pulling apart and lying sweatily side by side.
After a while, as they lie there, Moody says, “I was married once, you know.”
Surprised, Severus says, “I didn't know.”
“Not many people did. He died - he was killed - six months after the wedding.” Moody hesitates. “That was thirty plus years ago. Haven't been with a man since. A woman, now and then, but not a man.”
“I'm flattered.” Usually when Severus uses that phrase, it is ironically. It seems odd really to mean it.
“Well.” Alastor looks embarrassed. “G'night.”
“Good night Alastor.”
Moody murmurs a spell, and the lights switch off. Severus lies in the darkness and listens to his new lover's breathing, until it grows slower, heavier. Only then, he sleeps himself.
Harry Potter
Bill/Harry
NC-17
For leela_cat
296 words
“Let me.” Bill's voice is husky with need, and Harry is anything but immune to that sound.
“Are you sure?” he asks doubtfully. Fucking is one thing, but this is something quite different. Why would any man want to put his mouth there?
“I can cast a cleaning spell first,” Bill murmurs, doing so almost immdiately.
Gently, he parts Harry's buttocks, running his tongue against the puckered sphincter between the two rounded cheeks. Harry bucks; the feeling is far nicer than he had anticipated, the feel of Bill's mouth against the ring of muscle making him feel dizzy with desire. His cock, underneath him, is so hard it's almost painful.
“Like it?” asks Bill.
“Mmm.”
Then Bill's tongue is poking inside him, and all Harry's ideas about 'wrongness' go to the wall as he groans at the feeling of Bill's sensitive, versatile tongue probing into his arse. It is not “nice” as he originally thought, this is amazing - mind-blowing - and Bill can do it forever if he so desires.
When Bill exchanges tongue for cock, Harry is almost disappointed; though when Bill moves inside him he has no further complaints. It is not long until both men are coming, gasping out their need into the darkness. Harry will only make love in the darkness of the night, ashamed of his body and what it has been through. To death and back again.
As Harry is just dozing off, Bill speaks again.
“We knew it in Egypt as 'the sphinx,” he says. “That muscle. On first glance, so unremarkable; yet a source of such wonder.”
Harry lies on his back, eyes closed. “Call it what you want,” he says dreamily, “if you keep doing that...”
Harry Potter
Luna/Pansy
PG13
For magic_at_mungos
235 words
Twelve o'clock struck. The witching hour, Pansy had heard that Muggles called it. Christmas day had dawned, and Pansy was... Pansy was...
“I always think,” said Luna, flicking her wand and making the string of lights twist delicately around Pansy's wrists, “that using real fairies is cruel.” She murmured something under her breath, and the string tightened, pulling Pansy's wrists together behind her back. “After all, would you like to be a christmas decoration?”
Pansy pursed her lips together grumpily. Luna always had her at a disadvantage - and it was nothing to do with the fact that Pansy was tied up in christmas lights. It was because Luna was always so uncompromisingly Luna-esque. You couldn't imagine, even for a few seconds, that she was another Slytherin girl (preferably one in a higher year) and that Pansy was simply obliged to do her bidding. No, even in the most unexpected situations (or maybe, particularly in the most unexpected situations), you had to acknowledge that this was Luna Lovegood - patronised, if not despised, by her own House, let alone by a Slytherin - and yet you were allowing her to do what she would with you.
“I'm not,” she said coldly, “a christmas decoration.”
Luna bent down and kissed her lips. “Exactly.”
Not for the first time, Pansy wondered why in this world she loved Luna like she did.
Harry Potter
Minerva/Severus
PG
For torino10154
258 words
“Should old acquaintance be forgot,” said Severus drily.
Minerva frowned. “I may be Scottish, Severus, but there's no need to quote Burns to me on every and all occasions.”
“I apologise. I had not realised I was so predictable.”
Minerva softened. “I'm sorry, Severus. I know you've lost more than most. And New Year always does make us remember the people who've gone before. I imagine that's why I'm irritable.”
“More than usual?” he asked. Minerva glared at him, and Severus smiled. “And that comment I really do apologise for.”
“Well,” said Minerva briskly. “Let us, for this one night, forget our auld acquaintances (- you English can never pronounce 'auld' correctly -) and remember only that here we both are, alive. Able” - she pushed a bottle towards Severus - “to get drunk and celebrate life, and living.”
“And sex?”
“And,” Minerva agreed, “sex.” She pulled the whisky back towards her. “So not too much of the drunkenness, Severus.”
Severus raised an eyebrow, and poured himself two fingers of whisky. “Do I usually disappoint?”
“You know the answer to that.” It was Minerva's turn to smile. “Are you really so in need of ego-boosting that you need to ask?”
“If I were, I should know better than to come to you,” Severus shot back; but his lips quirked in what was almost amusement. He picked up his glass. “Happy New Year, Minerva. And - why not? - 'to us'.”
Harry Potter
Sirius/Regulus
NC17
Warnings: incest, chan
For ariadneelda
810 words
Regulus pushes open the door carefully, and peers in. Sirius smiles, jerking his head to encourage Reg to come through. When he has, Sirius mutters a quick spell which locks the door: it wouldn't stop an experienced witch or wizard, but it would hold them up and give the boys a bit of time to...
Wait, go back a bit. Regulus had nightmares - horrible, vivid nightmares. The only way he found to stop them was to sneak across the corridor, into Sirius's bed. With his big brother's arms around him, he found peace and tranquility and dreamless sleep. He also found sex. By this point, Reg can't remember how it began - Sirius's hand on his cock, his hand on Sirius's. Just a comfort thing, really; after they wanked together, Regulus always slept so very well. For a while afterwards, he invented nightmares - anything to get him into Sirius's bed. Now, though, they don't bother with that. They both know what they both want, and how can anything which satisfies them both so much be wrong?
“Come here.”
Regulus is still getting used to his brother's newly broken voice. He sounds like a man now, and Reg finds that all the more arousing. His erection pushes against his pyjama bottoms as he flits across the room and into Sirius's bed. Sirius gives him a quick kiss, and Regulus's arms fold around Sirius as if they were meant to be there.
“Sirius.”
“Yes.”
The kiss is deepened, and Regulus presses himself against his brother, their legs tangling together. Reg can feel the weight of Sirius's erection pushing against his own, and he moans a little and rubs up to him. Sirius slides his hands inside Reg's pyjamas, and pushes them down. Sirius himself never wears anything on his lower half in bed. Regulus wishes he had the confidence to do the same, but it doesn't matter: Sirius will always sort that out for him. Sirius has always sorted everything out for Reg. He wriggles out of the trousers entirely, pulling Sirius as close to him as he possibly can.
“That's right,” Sirius encourages.
“Your hands, please - your hands,” Regulus begs.
Sirius laughs, and the sound vibrates through them both. “Not this time,” he says.
He slides down Regulus's body until his mouth is next to Regulus's cock. Sirius hardly ever does this, even though Reg likes it best of all. It is a treat when Sirius chooses to go down on his brother.
Sirius's mouth is wet and warm and wanting. Regulus's dick slides in and out, Sirius's tongue licking circles around the tip. There are tears in Reg's eyes, but he doesn't care - can't think about anything but what Sirius is doing. Up and down, yes, oh please, Sirius... Regulus can hear a whining noise and it takes him a few seconds to realise that he is making it. He is forcing himself not to pump his hips, not to thrust himself into Sirius's mouth; but as if Sirius knows what he wants, he finds himself being taken further and further into Sirius's mouth, so that the head of his cock almost touches the back of Sirius's throat.
“Oh, oh.”
Sirius pulls away as Regulus orgams, Reg's twitching cock sending come across his brother and himself. Regulus pants for a while, his mind spinning into far off galaxies, as Sirius slides up so that their heads are next to each other on the pillow ones more.
When he has finally come to himself, Reg looks at his brother. “My turn.”
Reg goes to slip down Sirius's body in turn, but Sirius reaches out a hand to stop him.
“No. Not like that.” Sirius's brown eyes are hot and desperate. “I want your hand on me.”
“I...” Reg has moved his hand already, almost without thinking.
“No, not like that. Make it wet,” Sirius whispers. “Wet from your come.”
Regulus runs his hand over his come-covered stomach, and then places the hand around Sirius's cock, sliding it up and down.
“Like this?”
“Yes. Merlin. Reg, yes.”
Sirius is rarely so forthcoming, and the very fact of his encouragement pushes Regulus to do more, go faster, wet his other hand and use one after the other, each in turn. Sirius is bucking into his fingers, his breathing harsh and wanting, and Regulus feels wonderful - marvellous - needed. Then Sirius comes, panting, between Reg's fingers, a long groan emanating from him.
Both satisfied, they curl up together in a bed newly cleaned by a spell Sirius has by heart. Regulus sleeps, his head against Sirius's chest, Sirius's arms around him.
When he wakes, Sirius has gone. Has left home, never to return.
Regulus will never understand how his brother could do that to him.