Drabble- His
This was written last night and my first go at Regulus/Sirius. I edited it and typed it whist watching Supernatural at 11pm so I apologise if there's any typos or grammer mistakes. Please don't flame me. My parents keep looking over my shoulder and reading the screen- it's a good job they don't read this livejournal.
Characters: Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Barty Crouch Jr
Pairings: implied Regulus/Sirius, Regulus/Barty Jr
Rating: 15+
Length: 202 words
Warnings: scenes of a mild sexual nature, language, slash (same-sex pairing), implied Regulus/Sirius
Summary: Regulus was his, only his...
Sirius’ eyes darted from the exchanged glances, the subtle touches, the enticing smiles to the lips against lips, the hands under shirts, the skin against skin.
Regulus’ raven hair melted with Barty’s dirty blonde and he moaned as Barty’s pale hand slipped under the waistline of his black trousers. They both turned at footsteps at the end of the corridor.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Sirius shouted from a few metres away and Barty’s hand flew out from between the thin material and Regulus’ skin.
Regulus felt his cheeks redden at his older brother’s constant stare and clenched fists. He pleaded with Barty to leave, whose gaze didn’t move from Regulus until he reached the corner and left the two brothers alone.
“So you’re fucking him now?” Sirius’ voice was calmer yet it still managed to keep the younger Black against the wall, the roughness scraping at his bare back. Sirius towered over him, identical hair falling into pale eyes with such elegance that Regulus couldn’t muster. His heartbeat was racing faster and his breathing shallow but Sirius didn’t seem to notice.
“Are you?”
“…yes.”
Sirius interlaced his fingers with Regulus’ and drew closer. Regulus was his, only his.
Characters: Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Barty Crouch Jr
Pairings: implied Regulus/Sirius, Regulus/Barty Jr
Rating: 15+
Length: 202 words
Warnings: scenes of a mild sexual nature, language, slash (same-sex pairing), implied Regulus/Sirius
Summary: Regulus was his, only his...
Sirius’ eyes darted from the exchanged glances, the subtle touches, the enticing smiles to the lips against lips, the hands under shirts, the skin against skin.
Regulus’ raven hair melted with Barty’s dirty blonde and he moaned as Barty’s pale hand slipped under the waistline of his black trousers. They both turned at footsteps at the end of the corridor.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Sirius shouted from a few metres away and Barty’s hand flew out from between the thin material and Regulus’ skin.
Regulus felt his cheeks redden at his older brother’s constant stare and clenched fists. He pleaded with Barty to leave, whose gaze didn’t move from Regulus until he reached the corner and left the two brothers alone.
“So you’re fucking him now?” Sirius’ voice was calmer yet it still managed to keep the younger Black against the wall, the roughness scraping at his bare back. Sirius towered over him, identical hair falling into pale eyes with such elegance that Regulus couldn’t muster. His heartbeat was racing faster and his breathing shallow but Sirius didn’t seem to notice.
“Are you?”
“…yes.”
Sirius interlaced his fingers with Regulus’ and drew closer. Regulus was his, only his.