Fic: Tragic Storybook Endings (Sirius/Remus, Regulus/Remus, R)
Title: Tragic Storybook Endings
Author: mocking
Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black/Remus Lupin
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: R for language and Regulus' pointy-bits.
Word Count: 1,166
Warnings: Persuasive revenge, hurtful secrets, and sex.
June, 1977
The constant drip of a leaky faucet drew Remus from his unconsciousness and into the world of the living. With a groan he expressed the overwhelming amount of pain that seemed to strengthen with each breath, and his regret at waking. "He's alive!" A voice boasted somewhere above him, causing Remus to cringe and grit his teeth in hopes the ringing would die down from the inner most depths of his ears. That voice -- it seemed almost familiar somehow. "Jam--" came the start of a croak, his husky vocals falling short in forming the name of one of his best mates -- a best mate that had recently saved his, and Severus', life. "Shh, Moony, I'm here.." James offered as he stroked a soothing hand over his forehead, brushing back the stray strands of hair. "Oh, James," was all Remus could offer in reply before leaning against his hand and falling into that blissful, unpained, darkness. And that was how it went for the next few weeks: James and Peter visited to offer soothing words and piles of homework, only to be greeted by a Remus who wanted nothing more than to sleep the rest of his life away; after all it was the only time he could forget he was nearly the cause of the death of a young boy his own age, and the only time the never ending pain seemed to stop, but he'd never tell them this. With each passing day, Remus grew a little more tired, a little more frustrated, and a little more well though with the way Madame Pomfrey fussed over him, you'd never guess. It was four weeks to the day when Remus decided through his restlessness that he had had about enough of that woman and had gathered his things, making his way unknowingly to all up into his bedroom in the Gryffindor Tower.
The dorm, vacant for the majority of the day and for this Remus was thankful. For once he could get a moments rest, or so he thought until he pushed open the large wooden door that separated the room from the top of the stairs and exposed the black-haired boy he'd been avoiding for what seemed like a lifetime. Sirius' head was nestled in his hands and from the angle in which Remus was standing he could see Sirius' eyes were screwed tightly shut -- it was as if he were trying to block something out of his mind all together, and Remus could only hope it had nothing to do with him. "Excuse me," Remus offered in the coldest tone he could manage, his love still painfully obvious to no one but himself. Sirius' eyes snapped open and he looked up, a permanent frown creasing those perfectly rounded and rose coloured lips -- oh what Remus would give to just.. no, he was angry with him, he had to remind himself. Sirius had committed a crime -- a cold hearted crime that could have ended in murder, and Remus had decided long ago it'd take more than an apology for him to forgive him. "Moony, I.." Sirius started, but Remus quickly dismissed the subject all together with a wave of his hand. Remus refused to even meet his gaze and instead dropped his things at the foot of his own bed and crawled up into it, drawing the curtains to show he was anything but interested in furthering the discussion of what had happened.
Sirius Black was anything but brilliant. Oh, he was charming and witty, of course, but what he lacked in schooling he made up for with looks. Remus wasn't even aware Sirius could think for anyone but himself, but when he had shown Remus the upmost respect and gave him the space that he needed, Remus was taken aback and entirely unsure of what to make of the situation he currently found himself in. Sirius was being.. dare he say.. a gentleman of sorts, but still that wasn't enough. Nothing ever would be, as Remus' heart had felt as though it were ripped out and stomped upon. Sirius betrayed him in every sense of the word, and though Remus wasn't someone to be vindictive he could easily be persuaded otherwise; James would see to it.
August, 1977
James' plan had begun a week before the Marauders departure home for the summer, and only progressed with each passing week without so much as any aid on his part. There was only one way in his mind to get back at Sirius for such a doing, and only one thing he knew infuriated him to the point of a mental breakdown: his family. Or, more importantly, his brother, Regulus Black. Regulus Black had much of the same characteristics of his older brother but his sarcasm and wit surpassed Sirius immensely. Though James never directly spoke of his plan, it was his assumption that Regulus had somehow got wind of it and only agreed out of spite. After all, what better way to get back at an older brother than to fuck his lover?
September, 1977
Operation Screw-Him-Over was in full effect come the following school year. Regulus and Remus had corresponded the entire summer, and Regulus smugly admitted he had gotten pretty good at writing rather lame love letters. Regulus didn't even wait too long after getting settled in to see him, making himself seem as if he had fallen in love with that dreadful creature his brother had given his family up for. Remus, entirely oblivious to any hidden meaning behind his actions, met him at the bottom of the stairwell and grinned childishly. "Beautiful.." Regulus cooed absently, lifting his gaze and smiling as he traced a hand over Remus' cheek, "this image of you standing and awaiting your lover --" "Lover?" Remus whispered breathlessly as he leaned into his hand and shut his eyes, focusing on the warmth Regulus' actions were offering somewhere deep within him. "Yes, my pet," Regulus cupped his chin and leaned forward, barely brushing his lips over Remus' own, "I said lover."
What happened in between Remus and Regulus' first kiss is somewhat vague, or at least it is to Remus. He distinctly remembers Regulus slamming his lips against his own and kissing him until he went breathlessly, leaving him to gasp and beg for more. He thinks he remembers when he fisted his hand in Regulus' shirt and forced him backwards, or when Regulus turned him around and slammed his cheek up against the cold stone wall, rocking forward hard against his trouser covered arse. His memory, however, isn't the best, and he uses that as an excuse every time Sirius asks but it's hard to forget the fumbling of hands and lips and teeth as the led to that blissful and perfect ending of Regulus' hot hard cock deep within him.
Sirius never knew, and never will. Remus sees it as his own form of revenge -- a perfectly tragic storybook ending. Even a half blood needs his secrets.
Author: mocking
Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black/Remus Lupin
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: R for language and Regulus' pointy-bits.
Word Count: 1,166
Warnings: Persuasive revenge, hurtful secrets, and sex.
June, 1977
The constant drip of a leaky faucet drew Remus from his unconsciousness and into the world of the living. With a groan he expressed the overwhelming amount of pain that seemed to strengthen with each breath, and his regret at waking. "He's alive!" A voice boasted somewhere above him, causing Remus to cringe and grit his teeth in hopes the ringing would die down from the inner most depths of his ears. That voice -- it seemed almost familiar somehow. "Jam--" came the start of a croak, his husky vocals falling short in forming the name of one of his best mates -- a best mate that had recently saved his, and Severus', life. "Shh, Moony, I'm here.." James offered as he stroked a soothing hand over his forehead, brushing back the stray strands of hair. "Oh, James," was all Remus could offer in reply before leaning against his hand and falling into that blissful, unpained, darkness. And that was how it went for the next few weeks: James and Peter visited to offer soothing words and piles of homework, only to be greeted by a Remus who wanted nothing more than to sleep the rest of his life away; after all it was the only time he could forget he was nearly the cause of the death of a young boy his own age, and the only time the never ending pain seemed to stop, but he'd never tell them this. With each passing day, Remus grew a little more tired, a little more frustrated, and a little more well though with the way Madame Pomfrey fussed over him, you'd never guess. It was four weeks to the day when Remus decided through his restlessness that he had had about enough of that woman and had gathered his things, making his way unknowingly to all up into his bedroom in the Gryffindor Tower.
The dorm, vacant for the majority of the day and for this Remus was thankful. For once he could get a moments rest, or so he thought until he pushed open the large wooden door that separated the room from the top of the stairs and exposed the black-haired boy he'd been avoiding for what seemed like a lifetime. Sirius' head was nestled in his hands and from the angle in which Remus was standing he could see Sirius' eyes were screwed tightly shut -- it was as if he were trying to block something out of his mind all together, and Remus could only hope it had nothing to do with him. "Excuse me," Remus offered in the coldest tone he could manage, his love still painfully obvious to no one but himself. Sirius' eyes snapped open and he looked up, a permanent frown creasing those perfectly rounded and rose coloured lips -- oh what Remus would give to just.. no, he was angry with him, he had to remind himself. Sirius had committed a crime -- a cold hearted crime that could have ended in murder, and Remus had decided long ago it'd take more than an apology for him to forgive him. "Moony, I.." Sirius started, but Remus quickly dismissed the subject all together with a wave of his hand. Remus refused to even meet his gaze and instead dropped his things at the foot of his own bed and crawled up into it, drawing the curtains to show he was anything but interested in furthering the discussion of what had happened.
Sirius Black was anything but brilliant. Oh, he was charming and witty, of course, but what he lacked in schooling he made up for with looks. Remus wasn't even aware Sirius could think for anyone but himself, but when he had shown Remus the upmost respect and gave him the space that he needed, Remus was taken aback and entirely unsure of what to make of the situation he currently found himself in. Sirius was being.. dare he say.. a gentleman of sorts, but still that wasn't enough. Nothing ever would be, as Remus' heart had felt as though it were ripped out and stomped upon. Sirius betrayed him in every sense of the word, and though Remus wasn't someone to be vindictive he could easily be persuaded otherwise; James would see to it.
August, 1977
James' plan had begun a week before the Marauders departure home for the summer, and only progressed with each passing week without so much as any aid on his part. There was only one way in his mind to get back at Sirius for such a doing, and only one thing he knew infuriated him to the point of a mental breakdown: his family. Or, more importantly, his brother, Regulus Black. Regulus Black had much of the same characteristics of his older brother but his sarcasm and wit surpassed Sirius immensely. Though James never directly spoke of his plan, it was his assumption that Regulus had somehow got wind of it and only agreed out of spite. After all, what better way to get back at an older brother than to fuck his lover?
September, 1977
Operation Screw-Him-Over was in full effect come the following school year. Regulus and Remus had corresponded the entire summer, and Regulus smugly admitted he had gotten pretty good at writing rather lame love letters. Regulus didn't even wait too long after getting settled in to see him, making himself seem as if he had fallen in love with that dreadful creature his brother had given his family up for. Remus, entirely oblivious to any hidden meaning behind his actions, met him at the bottom of the stairwell and grinned childishly. "Beautiful.." Regulus cooed absently, lifting his gaze and smiling as he traced a hand over Remus' cheek, "this image of you standing and awaiting your lover --" "Lover?" Remus whispered breathlessly as he leaned into his hand and shut his eyes, focusing on the warmth Regulus' actions were offering somewhere deep within him. "Yes, my pet," Regulus cupped his chin and leaned forward, barely brushing his lips over Remus' own, "I said lover."
What happened in between Remus and Regulus' first kiss is somewhat vague, or at least it is to Remus. He distinctly remembers Regulus slamming his lips against his own and kissing him until he went breathlessly, leaving him to gasp and beg for more. He thinks he remembers when he fisted his hand in Regulus' shirt and forced him backwards, or when Regulus turned him around and slammed his cheek up against the cold stone wall, rocking forward hard against his trouser covered arse. His memory, however, isn't the best, and he uses that as an excuse every time Sirius asks but it's hard to forget the fumbling of hands and lips and teeth as the led to that blissful and perfect ending of Regulus' hot hard cock deep within him.
Sirius never knew, and never will. Remus sees it as his own form of revenge -- a perfectly tragic storybook ending. Even a half blood needs his secrets.