fic: Secrets for spikeyboots
Title: Secrets
Author/Artist: ikiningyo
Giftee: Spikeyboots
Rating: R
Word Count(for fic): 1571
Characters/Pairing: Sirius/Regulus
Warnings: incest, possibly mention of chan in the past (if any)
Author/Artist's Notes: Not sure I’m too happy with this, but, well, exams. My mind shut down. (if any)
Summary: Sirius wants Regulus to tell him what’s going on. Regulus just wants Sirius (to want him).
Regulus arrived at number twelve Grimmauld Place on a sunny afternoon. No one else seemed to realize the significance of this. They couldn’t. Sirius had never shared those memories.
***
Regulus had a secret. It was the only reason for his prolonged presence. It guaranteed his safety.
He knew the location of a powerful object, of which only Dumbledore knew the nature, but wouldn’t disclose it. Wouldn’t go beyond saying that it was safe, and that only his silence kept it safe from enemies.
Sirius refused to speak to him. But he followed his brother’s every move.
***
“I know you’re there.”
Silence.
“I know this house as well as you do, and I know when someone’s in the same room as me. I know you’re standing in the hidden alcove behind the second bookcase right now.”
Of course Regulus knew this. It was true, they both knew the house. Which meant that it had been easy for Sirius to follow him around but it also meant that Regulus was always aware of Sirius’s presence. But calling him on it like this? Maybe he was tiring of this game. Sirius quickly went over his options. He could just stay here, and things would remain as they were. Or he could come out. They were alone in the small library (where they had spent so many afternoons when it was too hot to play outside), mostly because no one was actually aware of its existence, and it was the perfect opportunity to confront Regulus.
Sirius stepped forward. To an outsider it would probably appear as if he had appeared out of thin air (or magically emerged from the books).
“Interesting setting for this confrontation.”
Regulus looked confused for a moment (didn’t he remember that this was the place where they had been closest to each other?). Then his eyes widened just the tiniest bit.
“N-no. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Oh, come on. Even if you think you didn’t mean it like that, it’s impossible to ignore. Early afternoon, too hot to play outside, we’re in the ‘little library’. The one place in the house where we could play without being disturbed by grown-ups, because all the Dark Arts books are in the ‘large library’.”
Sirius voice still had a casual tone. But the way he was approaching Regulus was undeniably menacing, and there was a gleam in his eye which Regulus knew meant he was mocking him.
Regulus stood up quickly to avoid giving Sirius the opportunity to loom over him. But even standing up he had to look up to meet Sirius’s eyes, and what bravado he still might appear to possess, was lost by the quivering of his voice.
“That was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter. We’re not kids anymore Sirius, now-“
Sirius cut him off. “Not kids anymore? Are you sure about that? Because you seem to be acting like one. Hiding you silly little treasures from the grown-ups. Not realizing what is really at stake. We’re not playing with the lives of garden gnomes anymore, Regulus, these are the lives of my friends. Of the people I love. And here you are, lounging about and reading about…” Sirius grabbed the book Regulus was still holding and glanced at the cover. “Fwoopers.” Sirius snorted and threw the book down. “You’re pathetic.”
“I’m pathetic? I don’t know what’s at stake here? Gods, look at you! You have no idea what is going on in this war, why I’m here, what I’m protecting and what I had to go trough to get it. I might be lounging about the house right now, but you’re doing nothing but moaping around, which doesn’t exactly raise the spirit of your useless Order of the Phoenix.”
“Shut up.” Sirius hissed. He grabbed Regulus by his collar and pushed him back until his back hit a wall. “Tell me what you know. Tell me about your assumed heroics. I want to know what is important enough to offer shelter to a traitor.”
Regulus just looked at him. It was difficult to tell what he was thinking, what he was feeling, and Sirius realized that Regulus had changed. He used to be able to know exactly what was going on inside his head, because they were the same. And then Regulus had been sorted into a different House, and now they were worlds apart from each other.
Sirius wasn’t quite sure why this sudden realization stirred so many emotions in him, or even what those emotions were. But he did know that he was angry with Regulus.
Angry didn’t even cover it. He was furious. Because Regulus was playing with the lives of people he loved. Without conscious thought he redirected every confusing and unwanted emotion, and focused solely on his anger.
Over the past few years, unable to use magic, he had learned to rely on physical violence to resolve conflicts, and it were those instincts that guided his actions when he drew a balisong knife from his pocket, flipped it open, and held it close to Regulus’s throat.
Regulus’ eyes darkened ever so slightly (but Sirius still noticed, it was one of the things he would always notice). He let out a laugh and pressed his throat against the edge of the knife. It was a challenge, and Sirius knew he was already defeated. However much he liked to hurt his brother, he would never be able to kill him. He stuck out the hand holding the knife and opened it. The knife hit the stone floor, but Regulus didn’t hear it because Sirius had used his open hand the slap him across the face as soon as the knife had left his hand.
Regulus squeezed his eyes shut, needed the confines of his own mind for a moment to process the pain and shock, and made a small sound that could not be interpreted differently than as a moan. Before Sirius even had the chance to realize this, Regulus had moved forward, never opening his eyes, and pressed his lips to Sirius’s. It wasn’t so much a kiss as a request to be kissed. Or not even that. It was complete submission.
Although Sirius was surprised (for him the kissing and touching had been nothing but childhood games), he knew he had no time to linger on that. Regulus was right when he said that Sirius hadn’t done anything but ‘moaping about’. And while no one said it, he knew that some people, Harry and Remus not in the least, were bothered by this. He wanted to do something. He wanted to know what was going on, and now he saw an opportunity to find out. And if this plan would leave Regulus hurt in the end, so be it. He didn’t have many options at this point, and however ill-advised his actions might be, far more stupid plans had crossed his mind so far. Seducing his brother to get information was probably infinitely smarter than breaking in to his cousin Bellatrix’s house and confronting her at wandpoint.
He opened his mouth, and what wasn’t a kiss before, still wasn’t a kiss now. It was claiming, plundering, ravaging, because while he did love his brother, a loving kiss would not have been right to express it. And it wouldn’t be what Regulus wanted.
He abandoned Regulus’s mouth and moved to lick and bite the side of his neck, and almost wished he hadn’t when Regulus started whispering things he didn’t want to hear. Things like I love you, I thought about you every day, I need you and I’m yours. It hurt Sirius to hear this, because he could never be what Regulus wanted him to be. Brother, friend, fuckbuddy, yes. Lover, no. He had to stop this.
He licked Regulus’s collarbone and then bit down hard on the tender flesh surrounding it. Hard enough to leave a bruise that would mark Regulus as his. Which was exactly what Regulus wanted, Sirius thought, and would make it impossible for him not to return to Sirius. Which was exactly what Sirius wanted, be it for other reasons. Regulus would be more than willing to give him all the information he had, now that his obsession for Sirius was out in the open and seemingly approved.
Sirius stepped back from Regulus, and without his support Regulus fell down to the floor. He looked up at Sirius with an unmistakable look of adoration and made no move to get up.
“I won’t follow you around anymore, Regulus. If you want to talk to me, I’m sure you’ll be able to find me. And then… we’ll see how it goes from there.”
It was too close to a promise and therefore undeniably a lie. But Sirius didn’t care. However much he wanted to deny it, he was a Black and he was never taught to have a moral conscience. In fact, his mother would probably be proud of him, using his brother as a means to his own ends.
The thought brings a grim smile to his face, which Regulus doesn’t see because Sirius has already turned his back to him. He leaves the library trough the door that leads to the main dining room. There is no need for moving secretly anymore. Now the time has come to start acting secretly. He’s not sure which one he prefers, and decides it doesn’t matter.
Author/Artist: ikiningyo
Giftee: Spikeyboots
Rating: R
Word Count(for fic): 1571
Characters/Pairing: Sirius/Regulus
Warnings: incest, possibly mention of chan in the past (if any)
Author/Artist's Notes: Not sure I’m too happy with this, but, well, exams. My mind shut down. (if any)
Summary: Sirius wants Regulus to tell him what’s going on. Regulus just wants Sirius (to want him).
Regulus arrived at number twelve Grimmauld Place on a sunny afternoon. No one else seemed to realize the significance of this. They couldn’t. Sirius had never shared those memories.
***
Regulus had a secret. It was the only reason for his prolonged presence. It guaranteed his safety.
He knew the location of a powerful object, of which only Dumbledore knew the nature, but wouldn’t disclose it. Wouldn’t go beyond saying that it was safe, and that only his silence kept it safe from enemies.
Sirius refused to speak to him. But he followed his brother’s every move.
***
“I know you’re there.”
Silence.
“I know this house as well as you do, and I know when someone’s in the same room as me. I know you’re standing in the hidden alcove behind the second bookcase right now.”
Of course Regulus knew this. It was true, they both knew the house. Which meant that it had been easy for Sirius to follow him around but it also meant that Regulus was always aware of Sirius’s presence. But calling him on it like this? Maybe he was tiring of this game. Sirius quickly went over his options. He could just stay here, and things would remain as they were. Or he could come out. They were alone in the small library (where they had spent so many afternoons when it was too hot to play outside), mostly because no one was actually aware of its existence, and it was the perfect opportunity to confront Regulus.
Sirius stepped forward. To an outsider it would probably appear as if he had appeared out of thin air (or magically emerged from the books).
“Interesting setting for this confrontation.”
Regulus looked confused for a moment (didn’t he remember that this was the place where they had been closest to each other?). Then his eyes widened just the tiniest bit.
“N-no. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Oh, come on. Even if you think you didn’t mean it like that, it’s impossible to ignore. Early afternoon, too hot to play outside, we’re in the ‘little library’. The one place in the house where we could play without being disturbed by grown-ups, because all the Dark Arts books are in the ‘large library’.”
Sirius voice still had a casual tone. But the way he was approaching Regulus was undeniably menacing, and there was a gleam in his eye which Regulus knew meant he was mocking him.
Regulus stood up quickly to avoid giving Sirius the opportunity to loom over him. But even standing up he had to look up to meet Sirius’s eyes, and what bravado he still might appear to possess, was lost by the quivering of his voice.
“That was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter. We’re not kids anymore Sirius, now-“
Sirius cut him off. “Not kids anymore? Are you sure about that? Because you seem to be acting like one. Hiding you silly little treasures from the grown-ups. Not realizing what is really at stake. We’re not playing with the lives of garden gnomes anymore, Regulus, these are the lives of my friends. Of the people I love. And here you are, lounging about and reading about…” Sirius grabbed the book Regulus was still holding and glanced at the cover. “Fwoopers.” Sirius snorted and threw the book down. “You’re pathetic.”
“I’m pathetic? I don’t know what’s at stake here? Gods, look at you! You have no idea what is going on in this war, why I’m here, what I’m protecting and what I had to go trough to get it. I might be lounging about the house right now, but you’re doing nothing but moaping around, which doesn’t exactly raise the spirit of your useless Order of the Phoenix.”
“Shut up.” Sirius hissed. He grabbed Regulus by his collar and pushed him back until his back hit a wall. “Tell me what you know. Tell me about your assumed heroics. I want to know what is important enough to offer shelter to a traitor.”
Regulus just looked at him. It was difficult to tell what he was thinking, what he was feeling, and Sirius realized that Regulus had changed. He used to be able to know exactly what was going on inside his head, because they were the same. And then Regulus had been sorted into a different House, and now they were worlds apart from each other.
Sirius wasn’t quite sure why this sudden realization stirred so many emotions in him, or even what those emotions were. But he did know that he was angry with Regulus.
Angry didn’t even cover it. He was furious. Because Regulus was playing with the lives of people he loved. Without conscious thought he redirected every confusing and unwanted emotion, and focused solely on his anger.
Over the past few years, unable to use magic, he had learned to rely on physical violence to resolve conflicts, and it were those instincts that guided his actions when he drew a balisong knife from his pocket, flipped it open, and held it close to Regulus’s throat.
Regulus’ eyes darkened ever so slightly (but Sirius still noticed, it was one of the things he would always notice). He let out a laugh and pressed his throat against the edge of the knife. It was a challenge, and Sirius knew he was already defeated. However much he liked to hurt his brother, he would never be able to kill him. He stuck out the hand holding the knife and opened it. The knife hit the stone floor, but Regulus didn’t hear it because Sirius had used his open hand the slap him across the face as soon as the knife had left his hand.
Regulus squeezed his eyes shut, needed the confines of his own mind for a moment to process the pain and shock, and made a small sound that could not be interpreted differently than as a moan. Before Sirius even had the chance to realize this, Regulus had moved forward, never opening his eyes, and pressed his lips to Sirius’s. It wasn’t so much a kiss as a request to be kissed. Or not even that. It was complete submission.
Although Sirius was surprised (for him the kissing and touching had been nothing but childhood games), he knew he had no time to linger on that. Regulus was right when he said that Sirius hadn’t done anything but ‘moaping about’. And while no one said it, he knew that some people, Harry and Remus not in the least, were bothered by this. He wanted to do something. He wanted to know what was going on, and now he saw an opportunity to find out. And if this plan would leave Regulus hurt in the end, so be it. He didn’t have many options at this point, and however ill-advised his actions might be, far more stupid plans had crossed his mind so far. Seducing his brother to get information was probably infinitely smarter than breaking in to his cousin Bellatrix’s house and confronting her at wandpoint.
He opened his mouth, and what wasn’t a kiss before, still wasn’t a kiss now. It was claiming, plundering, ravaging, because while he did love his brother, a loving kiss would not have been right to express it. And it wouldn’t be what Regulus wanted.
He abandoned Regulus’s mouth and moved to lick and bite the side of his neck, and almost wished he hadn’t when Regulus started whispering things he didn’t want to hear. Things like I love you, I thought about you every day, I need you and I’m yours. It hurt Sirius to hear this, because he could never be what Regulus wanted him to be. Brother, friend, fuckbuddy, yes. Lover, no. He had to stop this.
He licked Regulus’s collarbone and then bit down hard on the tender flesh surrounding it. Hard enough to leave a bruise that would mark Regulus as his. Which was exactly what Regulus wanted, Sirius thought, and would make it impossible for him not to return to Sirius. Which was exactly what Sirius wanted, be it for other reasons. Regulus would be more than willing to give him all the information he had, now that his obsession for Sirius was out in the open and seemingly approved.
Sirius stepped back from Regulus, and without his support Regulus fell down to the floor. He looked up at Sirius with an unmistakable look of adoration and made no move to get up.
“I won’t follow you around anymore, Regulus. If you want to talk to me, I’m sure you’ll be able to find me. And then… we’ll see how it goes from there.”
It was too close to a promise and therefore undeniably a lie. But Sirius didn’t care. However much he wanted to deny it, he was a Black and he was never taught to have a moral conscience. In fact, his mother would probably be proud of him, using his brother as a means to his own ends.
The thought brings a grim smile to his face, which Regulus doesn’t see because Sirius has already turned his back to him. He leaves the library trough the door that leads to the main dining room. There is no need for moving secretly anymore. Now the time has come to start acting secretly. He’s not sure which one he prefers, and decides it doesn’t matter.