because who can resist a pretty boy?
For fleshdress, who is lovely and asked for James/Kadaj/Regulus. It turned out not nearly as cracky as I thought (although the threesome demands that it be at least a little!), and rather surprisingly gentle. ♥
I also must apologise to everyone who asked for non-Regulus ficlets. He does demand that he gets written first, and also, I tried to write some R/S and it sucked more than Arthur's souped-up Dyson. I'm sorry, but hopefully I'll get there.
James finds Regulus in the café, gesturing wildly with a plastic-covered menu at a silver-haired boy who really shouldn’t be in their universe. To be fair, neither should he and Regulus, but at least they have the excuse of being refugees from their otherwise tragic and untimely deaths, and also have the decency not to look so outrageously out of place as the new arrival.
He’s used to visitors to their café, which has become a refuge of sorts for runaway heirs and spoilt little purebloods: Draco is currently out shopping for a new pinny after he refused to wear the one James gave him, and Rabastan is always popping in and threatening to open a cattery next door. James allows himself a smile when he remembers Regulus’ response to this, which resulted in several pre-emptive calls from Rabastan to the RSPCA and James having to calm Regulus down with a nice, relaxing fuck over the counter, customers be damned.
He’s startled out of pleasant recollections of the noises Regulus makes when he’s trembling and desperate and just about to break by the smash of china on the tiled floor: Regulus has summoned two days worth of lime jelly from the fridge and thrown it at the stranger’s feet in a fit of as yet unidentified petulance.
James is used to these by now, and usually finds that stuffing Regulus’ mouth full of cock is the best way to shut him up, but feels that the present might not be the best time to do so. He doesn’t want to scare their visitor away: he might even order breakfast if they’re lucky.
He leans against the doorframe, wondering whether to intervene. He feels the familiar spark of protectiveness that always makes him want to carry Regulus off, tie him to something and mark him as his own, but the boy doesn’t seem to be too much of a threat despite provoking the jelly-throwing, and James has to admit that the two of them arguing make a very pretty picture.
The boy is dressed in some sort of full-length leather cat-suit, and if James ever thought that such garments were for girls, then he realises that he was sorely mistaken. He always likes to undress Regulus as slowly as possible, shamelessly enjoying the unwrapping of his beautiful, stolen pureblood; and he can’t help but picture Regulus in such an outfit, the smooth leather clinging as pleasingly to his perfect bottom as it does to the boy’s.
Regulus would likely have his balls for thinking it, but he can’t help wondering what’s beneath all that leather: whether his lean chest is as smooth as he’s imagining, and James has to stifle a snort when he idly wonders whether his pubic hair is silver as well. He doesn’t feel too bad about his wandering eye and thoughts, especially as he’s caught Regulus with his cousin (and occasionally cousin-turned-ferret) in the bed on more occasions than he can count; not that he minded, as Draco has learned to be very pleasing, and has overcome his hatred of him enough to allow James to pet him without biting.
There is something odd about the boy’s eyes though; they glow, green and cat-like, and their eerie phosphorescence sets James on edge. They’re certainly pretty, although in a rush of tenderness as Regulus yells something about useless big brothers, he decides that Regulus’ are far more beautiful.
James finds that he’s hard. Regulus shouting and stamping his foot has always had this effect on him: it’s what made him kiss him in the first place, when he should have known better but instead told common sense to go fuck itself, because Regulus was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.
He wonders if it would be considered perverted if he wanked whilst watching Regulus telling this oddly attractive pretty-boy to piss off out of their café (that Regulus calls it their café does funny things to his stomach still; he has learnt to take declarations of love wherever he can find them and does so freely) and go and look for his fucking mother somewhere else.
A few more expletives from Regulus and James decides that it wouldn’t. Hearing cut-glass curses fall from Regulus’ prissy mouth makes him almost obscenely proud: he would have never said those things whilst he was still his parents’ good little son, the perfect, pureblood heir. James likes to think that he’s solely responsible for Regulus’ corruption. Besides the obvious sense of victory, he simply won’t abide the thought of anyone else doing it.
He’s really quite desperately hard now, and however adorable the angry pink flush of Regulus’ cheeks, he really can’t help but step in. He snaps his fingers at the boys and puts on his best dictator expression, the one that has Regulus on his knees without fail.
“Oi, Fairy-hair, I know where your mother is,” he says with a smirk, delighted at the boy’s eager response, his eyes wide and hungry as he insists James takes him to her.
He raises an eyebrow at Regulus, half-enquiringly, but mostly just a demand and is pleased with Regulus’ nod and the deeper flush to his cheeks. He doesn’t miss the way Regulus’ eyes flicker to his crotch: he knows that Regulus wouldn’t tell him no, and Regulus knows it too.
Regulus lets his apron drop to the floor and follows James and the boy upstairs and tries not to look too eager, although James isn’t fooled for a second. Regulus has always liked pretty shiny things to play with.
~
Kadaj is not impressed when he finds out that James definitely does not have Mother down his trousers like he promised. Unfortunately for him, James just laughs and tells him that his materia doesn’t work in this universe, and he should just let Regulus get on with sucking him off before he gets bored and steals his pretty, glowy balls.
Kadaj wishes he hadn’t left his Souba at home, but is soon far too distracted by James’ wandering fingers to worry about it.
~
James tries not to be too disturbed when the boy sobs Mother as he comes down Regulus’ throat.
He wonders if he’s a pureblood.
I also must apologise to everyone who asked for non-Regulus ficlets. He does demand that he gets written first, and also, I tried to write some R/S and it sucked more than Arthur's souped-up Dyson. I'm sorry, but hopefully I'll get there.
James finds Regulus in the café, gesturing wildly with a plastic-covered menu at a silver-haired boy who really shouldn’t be in their universe. To be fair, neither should he and Regulus, but at least they have the excuse of being refugees from their otherwise tragic and untimely deaths, and also have the decency not to look so outrageously out of place as the new arrival.
He’s used to visitors to their café, which has become a refuge of sorts for runaway heirs and spoilt little purebloods: Draco is currently out shopping for a new pinny after he refused to wear the one James gave him, and Rabastan is always popping in and threatening to open a cattery next door. James allows himself a smile when he remembers Regulus’ response to this, which resulted in several pre-emptive calls from Rabastan to the RSPCA and James having to calm Regulus down with a nice, relaxing fuck over the counter, customers be damned.
He’s startled out of pleasant recollections of the noises Regulus makes when he’s trembling and desperate and just about to break by the smash of china on the tiled floor: Regulus has summoned two days worth of lime jelly from the fridge and thrown it at the stranger’s feet in a fit of as yet unidentified petulance.
James is used to these by now, and usually finds that stuffing Regulus’ mouth full of cock is the best way to shut him up, but feels that the present might not be the best time to do so. He doesn’t want to scare their visitor away: he might even order breakfast if they’re lucky.
He leans against the doorframe, wondering whether to intervene. He feels the familiar spark of protectiveness that always makes him want to carry Regulus off, tie him to something and mark him as his own, but the boy doesn’t seem to be too much of a threat despite provoking the jelly-throwing, and James has to admit that the two of them arguing make a very pretty picture.
The boy is dressed in some sort of full-length leather cat-suit, and if James ever thought that such garments were for girls, then he realises that he was sorely mistaken. He always likes to undress Regulus as slowly as possible, shamelessly enjoying the unwrapping of his beautiful, stolen pureblood; and he can’t help but picture Regulus in such an outfit, the smooth leather clinging as pleasingly to his perfect bottom as it does to the boy’s.
Regulus would likely have his balls for thinking it, but he can’t help wondering what’s beneath all that leather: whether his lean chest is as smooth as he’s imagining, and James has to stifle a snort when he idly wonders whether his pubic hair is silver as well. He doesn’t feel too bad about his wandering eye and thoughts, especially as he’s caught Regulus with his cousin (and occasionally cousin-turned-ferret) in the bed on more occasions than he can count; not that he minded, as Draco has learned to be very pleasing, and has overcome his hatred of him enough to allow James to pet him without biting.
There is something odd about the boy’s eyes though; they glow, green and cat-like, and their eerie phosphorescence sets James on edge. They’re certainly pretty, although in a rush of tenderness as Regulus yells something about useless big brothers, he decides that Regulus’ are far more beautiful.
James finds that he’s hard. Regulus shouting and stamping his foot has always had this effect on him: it’s what made him kiss him in the first place, when he should have known better but instead told common sense to go fuck itself, because Regulus was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.
He wonders if it would be considered perverted if he wanked whilst watching Regulus telling this oddly attractive pretty-boy to piss off out of their café (that Regulus calls it their café does funny things to his stomach still; he has learnt to take declarations of love wherever he can find them and does so freely) and go and look for his fucking mother somewhere else.
A few more expletives from Regulus and James decides that it wouldn’t. Hearing cut-glass curses fall from Regulus’ prissy mouth makes him almost obscenely proud: he would have never said those things whilst he was still his parents’ good little son, the perfect, pureblood heir. James likes to think that he’s solely responsible for Regulus’ corruption. Besides the obvious sense of victory, he simply won’t abide the thought of anyone else doing it.
He’s really quite desperately hard now, and however adorable the angry pink flush of Regulus’ cheeks, he really can’t help but step in. He snaps his fingers at the boys and puts on his best dictator expression, the one that has Regulus on his knees without fail.
“Oi, Fairy-hair, I know where your mother is,” he says with a smirk, delighted at the boy’s eager response, his eyes wide and hungry as he insists James takes him to her.
He raises an eyebrow at Regulus, half-enquiringly, but mostly just a demand and is pleased with Regulus’ nod and the deeper flush to his cheeks. He doesn’t miss the way Regulus’ eyes flicker to his crotch: he knows that Regulus wouldn’t tell him no, and Regulus knows it too.
Regulus lets his apron drop to the floor and follows James and the boy upstairs and tries not to look too eager, although James isn’t fooled for a second. Regulus has always liked pretty shiny things to play with.
~
Kadaj is not impressed when he finds out that James definitely does not have Mother down his trousers like he promised. Unfortunately for him, James just laughs and tells him that his materia doesn’t work in this universe, and he should just let Regulus get on with sucking him off before he gets bored and steals his pretty, glowy balls.
Kadaj wishes he hadn’t left his Souba at home, but is soon far too distracted by James’ wandering fingers to worry about it.
~
James tries not to be too disturbed when the boy sobs Mother as he comes down Regulus’ throat.
He wonders if he’s a pureblood.