FIC: "A Waltz to Surrender" (James/Sirius/Regulus, NC-17)
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Title: "A Waltz to Surrender"
Author: pre_raphaelite1
Pairing(s): James/Sirius/Regulus
Rating: NC-17
Summary: His clothing was strewn around the room, the expensive fabrics lying like rags on the scarred floor. He could hear the whispers behind him, murmurs of thieves and traitors, but he wasn’t prepared for the first strike across his arse.
Warnings: Dubcon, bondage, D/s, Blackcest, paddling, genital piercing, biting, bloodplay
Author's Notes: Written for cmere in hp_springsmut and originally posted here. Thanks to sethkyne_blue and marilla82 for your invaluable help. I love you both!
"A Waltz to Surrender"
He twisted in the restraints, wrists rubbing against the tight leather which creaked a bit as he moved. The metal fastenings jangled lightly and it made him think of the dog he had seen, black, beautiful, but collared and claimed by metal tags that rang against one another.
~~~
It was Prongs who heard the movement first, large head snapping up at the faint crackle of feet over pine needles. His large antlers rustled the limbs above him, and Padfoot turned his attention away from the rabbit trail he had been following and trotted over to the stag. He sniffed the air and caught the scent that Prongs had heard.
Brother.
~~~
His clothing was strewn around the room, the expensive fabrics lying like rags on the scarred floor. He could hear the whispers behind him, murmurs of thieves and traitors, but he wasn’t prepared for the first strike across his arse.
He lost his balance with a high cry and swung forward from his wrists. James laughed then, loud and shamelessly mocking. "Best get your feet under you quickly, Regulus."
Regulus scrambled to do so, not out of obedience but out of need to escape the agonizing stretch of his arms and wrists. His toes dug into the rough wood and he managed to find his footing again, though only the balls of his feet even touched the ground.
He was slightly more prepared for the second strike, though he screeched as it hit with surprising accuracy over the first welt. He caught himself better this time, spinning on one foot in a mock pirouette until he saw the fiendish smile of a Gryffindor Beater armed with a silver hairbrush, the flat width of it ornately engraved with a large ‘B’.
James chuckled from one side. "You’re a damn sight prettier than the bludgers he normally practices on. And you make far prettier sounds."
Regulus’ cheeks flushed with shame and he turned to look outside, the faint half-moonlight flickering through the trees, through the dirty panes of glass.
~~~
"Don't be a girl, Regulus. What's a few ghosts? Are you too scared?"
"I'm not going in there and definitely not with you. I'm not supposed to be here at all. You tricked me."
James chuckled, low and dangerously amused. "Thought you were just going to get a chance to see what the others talked about, hmm? Just how fast does James Potter move? How many will he fuck before seventh year ends?"
"Don't be vulgar. I'm going back."
"Oh no you're not." James leveled his wand at Regulus and cast his spell.
~~~
He whined, trying to pull away from the probing fingers.
"Stay still, Regulus. Open up for me."
Regulus chewed on his lower lip and then next push of blunt fingers spread his arsehole open, a faint burning of resistance that he tried to move away from. But he was stopped by two hands on his hips and looking up he saw his own light grey eyes look back at him. He shook his head, strands of black hair dampened with sweat falling into his eyes. Those above him winked at him then a voice that was not his own spoke to him, "He said stay still, Brother. I wouldn't disobey if I were you."
Not that he could disobey now, not with Sirius' hands holding him still for the slow, building pressure in his arse as James worked two fingers into him. It was too much, too soon, too full and he tried to push them back out. But this only earned him a deep chuckle from behind him and a sharp slap on his arse.
"They’re not going anywhere until my cock gets in you."
~~~
"No! No! Let me go!" He twisted in James’ arms, fingers curling claw-like as he struggled in vain to free himself.
James hissed suddenly and shoved Regulus back to the bed. "You little viper. You cut me with your damn nails." He advanced on Regulus who was frantically trying to scramble back to the headboard. "I don’t like being hurt, Reg. Now come clean it up."
He held out his left arm, three long scratches marring the skin below his elbow, blood just starting to well up in the midst of the violent pink welts.
Regulus froze and looked from James’ arm to James, lower lip jutting out just a bit. "Clean it up yourself."
"Tsk tsk. One final try or I’ll be forced to do something you’re not going to like."
"Fuck you."
James’ eyebrows rose. "Oh no. You are definitely the one who’s getting fucked today, Reg."
~~~
His small grunts fell easily from his parted lips. He wanted to stop them but the insistent thrust, thrust, twist of James' fingers demanded answer. He pulled down on the leather straps that were fastened to one of the overhead beams, but they didn't give. No matter the outside appearance of the house and the claw-damaged walls inside, the structure was far too sound for his strength, even when fueled by desperation. One of Sirius’ hands moved from his hip and he prepared for another slap to the face but instead it closed over his cock and began tugging far too expertly at it.
"That's it, Brother. Let's see the beautiful cock of yours harden for us."
~~~
Regulus stared as Sirius stepped forward from the shadows, clad only in tight muggle jeans slung low on his hips. Around his neck was a black leather collar, two tags dangled from the central D-ring, one gold, one red. He shook his hair behind his shoulders in a gesture that was too perfect to not be practiced and the tags rang against one another.
"You!" Regulus' eyes widened in understanding then darted to the deep soulful brown eyes of James.
They both smiled at him and Sirius spoke, "Us. You’ve seen too much, little Brother. We need to know we can trust you not to tell."
Regulus scrambled out of the bed to put more distance between him and the two mad Gryffindors. "Not tell? About that animal? About you? You’ve broken all the rules. They’ll put you in Azkaban. Lock you all away!"
"The only one captured is you, Regulus." And with that James raised his wand again and Regulus found his arms dragged above his head, leather straps tightening around his narrow wrists, his feet barely touching the wooden floor.
~~~
Sirius’ mouth closed around Regulus’ cock, sucking firmly at the head of it. His tongue swept around and around it while his hand teased at Regulus’ balls, enticing him to hardness. As his brother began to harden, Sirius retracted his foreskin, sliding it down so he could press the pointed tip of his tongue to the tiny, dripping slit.
Regulus started to moan then, squirming as Sirius suckled against the tip of his cock. His movements pushed him more back onto the fingers still insistently stretching him.
"Time to take the third one, Regulus."
He shook his head frantically. Too full already. He couldn’t possibly have another inside him without being torn in two.
His balls were caught in Sirius hand then, squeezed gently as Sirius continued to suck at the head of his cock. The wide stretch of his hole was accompanied by wet slurp as Sirius forced his head down to take the whole of Regulus’ cock into his mouth and by the faint metallic sounds as sac was rolled in Sirius’ hand.
~~~
"Now be a good boy and stay still, brother. You wouldn’t want me to miss with the needle now would you?"
Regulus’ eyes were impossibly wide above his open mouth, James’ tie wadded up and shoved in to keep him from screaming too much. James’ hands tightened on Regulus’ hips, holding him as steady as possible.
Sirius let out a breath then pinched the thin skin of Regulus’ scrotum, pulling out from his body. He checked the position again, all the while listening to the muffled sounds of desperate denial from above. Finally satisfied he raised the thick needle up and stabbed it quickly through the caught skin. Regulus emitted a high shriek that hurt Sirius’ ears as he pulled the small ring from between his teeth and thrust in quickly through the new hole in Regulus’ sac. He laid the needle aside then brought his wand up to seal the gold and red striped ring, permanently fixing it in place then activating the protective charms on it that would keep it from ever being removed. He let the ringed skin return to its normal position, folding back into the delicate wrinkles. It was even, set low on his scrotum.
And it bled.
~~~
After dragging his three fingers from the stretched hole, James worked his cock into the narrow confines of Regulus’ arse, hands gripping his hips tightly. Regulus knew there would be bruises come morning. But his broken whimpers only seemed to encourage James, to fuel his desire to hold him tighter and fuck him harder. So his attempts to pull away gradually faded into acceptance. His body grew too tired to fight the painfully deep slide of James’ erection. His arse was for James’ use now.
And his cock was for his brother’s use. As it had been years ago before they came to Hogwarts.
~~~
"Remember how we used to kiss, little brother? Hidden in our rooms from Mother and Father and the elves." Sirius’ voice was low, almost cajoling.
Regulus half-sobbed in answer, twisting at the restraints.
"You do remember the kissing. ‘Brothers don’t kiss on the mouth,’ you’d say. ‘So what did brothers share they could kiss,’ I’d ask. We found something, didn’t we, Regulus? Something just made for kissing."
Sirius slid to his knees before his brother, watching the panic rise in his eyes as they widened, darting between Sirius and James then back again. Sirius wrapped his hand around Regulus’ flaccid cock, lifting it up from its place nestled against his balls. He murmured directly against the soft, sensitive skin. "Let me kiss you like that again."
~~~
As James’ cock pushed once more into him, Sirius’ lips tightened around his cock. Regulus sobbed against the sensations, pain and pleasure swirling together. The hands on his hips finally released their grip, now that there was no way for him to escape the combined assault.
He felt James’ breath pushing over his cheek then his back came flush against James’ chest, the thick jumper scratching over his bare skin. While he was completely naked and exposed to them, James had only rucked his trousers down enough to pull his cock out. Sirius knelt on the scratched wooden floor in his jeans. The contrast between them and Regulus easily reminding him that he was theirs, to be used anytime they opened their flies.
~~~
Sirius leaned forward, lapping softly over the small drips of blood that oozed around the new ring in his sac. Regulus was quieter now, James’ hand stroking almost soothingly over his hip. Sirius looked up to Reg’s face, finding it tipped forward to his, eyes dull with exhaustion and resignation.
Sirius smiled far too brightly up at him. "You’re ours, Regulus. Claimed for Gryffindor. And Property of Messrs Prongs and Padfoot."
He got a pitiful whimper in answer and he rocked back on his toes a bit then cast a cleansing and healing charm, but let the pain linger, let Regulus squirm in James’ arms.
Sirius rose, pressing in tight against him, his denim-covered erection digging into his hip, and kissed James over Regulus’ shoulder. Their moans as they shared the tang of Regulus’ blood vibrated over the younger Black’s ear. The small tags on Sirius’ collar were almost cold when they brushed over Regulus’ collarbone, and he closed his eyes.
~~~
"Hands behind your back, Padfoot."
Regulus watched as his brother obeyed without question, locking his hands behind his back. Then James’ arms slid along Regulus’ waist and his hand twisted into Sirius’ hair, tangling roughly into the black locks. He felt more than heard Sirius’ sharp intake of breath as James pulled him forward so his mouth slid farther down Regulus’ erection.
"See what a good mate Sirius is? How willing he is to do as I ask? Such a pity you’re not like your brother."
Regulus twisted his hips, tugging once more on the leather straps over his head, not believing that James could continue to talk so reasonably whilst his cock was deep in Regulus’ arse. James grunted a little then bit down on Regulus’ shoulder, just where it swept up into his neck, and Regulus froze.
"That’s better. Now, let’s put Padfoot’s mouth to some use, why don’t we?" And with that James dragged Sirius’ head to him at the same time he thrust his hips forward.
Regulus cried out at the simultaneous assault and he arched up, eyes rolling back in his head as James pulled out again, forcing Sirius’ head back. There was a long pause, made longer by the quiver of Regulus’ anticipation. Then, as abrupt as before, James’ cock drove into his arse as his own cock was forced deep in to his brother’s throat. The harsh slam of hips to arsecheeks was echoed by a wet clicking sound of Sirius gagging around his cock.
~~~
"Sirius is proud to be mine, Regulus. Don’t you see?" James traced the lower edge of Sirius’ collar, making him shiver.
Regulus saw. He saw the black collar every time Sirius tipped his head back to laugh in the Great Hall. Every time he stripped off his jumper after Quidditch practice. Every time Sirius caught his eye in the corridor and pulled the edge of his robes down to show the snug wrap of leather around his throat.
"He belongs to me, but his pride in it means he’s not my whore. He’s my brother more than you are his, but he knows he enjoys when I touch him. When I bite him or slide my cock into his mouth."
Regulus glared to counter the colour of shame that stained his cheeks.
"But you," he continued, "You, Regulus, are my whore. You’re our whore."
~~~
Regulus was helpless against them, caught between cock and mouth. He sagged in the bindings, gave his slight weight over to the thick leather cuffs which cinched tighter around his fragile wrists. His gaze settled blearily past the violent swing of Sirius’ hair to the intermittent sight of Sirius fisting his own cock, damp head peeking out from tightened fingers on every down-stroke. In Regulus’ surrender, his body relaxed allowing James to pick up a quick rhythm, using Sirius’ head as his leverage for ever sharp thrust of his hips.
Regulus started to cry out for breath, to beg in wordless syllables for an end to the stretch of his arse and the convulsing tightness around his cock.
Without breaking the synchronized movements, James growled to Sirius over his shoulder, "Finish. Both of you."
The pressure around his cock suddenly increased as Sirius’ cheeks hollowed with the force of his sucking and then next slam of James’ hips sent Regulus’ cock spurting deep in Sirius’ throat with a flare of white-hot heat up his spine.
~~~
They lowered him to the ground, but left the cuffs on him. But he didn’t have the coherence to object. Even as Sirius wiped his come-coated hand over his brother’s face, all Regulus could do was lick the salty release from his lips with a whimper. They cast cleaning spells on themselves and buttoned their flies, but they left him naked but for the welts and bruises, the faint trickle of blood from the new piercing mixing with the thick wetness of James’ come which dripped from his arse.
Regulus looked up at them as they paused.
Sirius grinned down at him then winked, "Goodbye, little Brother."
But James spoke in slow even tones which made Regulus’ stomach flutter and twist, "Until next time."
~~~
Regulus crawled to the unused bed, his arms and arse aching. The bed seemed higher than it had when he’d first seen its oddly clean coverings but he managed to roll himself up and into it. It smelled faintly astringent, of lavender and peppermint, but he didn’t care. It was soft and there was no more of their touch on his body, around his body, in his body. He turned his face into the pillow with a relieved sob. The hot tears streaked his face and were soon absorbed by the cotton pillowcase. He dragged it closer to him, hugging it firmly as his body was wracked with tremors, the sudden release of emotion and strain on it making it quiver.
He awoke sometime later, the later afternoon light stretching across his naked and bruised body. He rose stiffly from the bed, shoulders throbbing from the earlier restraint. Searching for his clothes, he passed the mirror charm on the wall. He paused, only briefly wondering why it was a charm here rather than the real silver and glass, and looked at himself.
His black hair, just too long, was tangled and hung in his face, clinging to the stains of tears on his cheeks. His shoulders, for all their ache, looked as pale and lightly muscled as before. There were the blue lines of fingers marked into his hips, curling just over the sharp jut of hipbones and he wondered if bones bruised too. His cock lay small and limp in the carefully trimmed nest of black curls. And below, below was the soft round of his sac, bare of hair, but striped with a long line of red and gold rings. One ring for every month he was theirs.
Regulus trailed a finger over them, making the rings bump into one another. He shivered at their metallic melody and thought of what they meant, of what they made him.
His hand curled around his cock as it hardened.
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Title: "A Waltz to Surrender"
Author: pre_raphaelite1
Pairing(s): James/Sirius/Regulus
Rating: NC-17
Summary: His clothing was strewn around the room, the expensive fabrics lying like rags on the scarred floor. He could hear the whispers behind him, murmurs of thieves and traitors, but he wasn’t prepared for the first strike across his arse.
Warnings: Dubcon, bondage, D/s, Blackcest, paddling, genital piercing, biting, bloodplay
Author's Notes: Written for cmere in hp_springsmut and originally posted here. Thanks to sethkyne_blue and marilla82 for your invaluable help. I love you both!
"A Waltz to Surrender"
He twisted in the restraints, wrists rubbing against the tight leather which creaked a bit as he moved. The metal fastenings jangled lightly and it made him think of the dog he had seen, black, beautiful, but collared and claimed by metal tags that rang against one another.
~~~
It was Prongs who heard the movement first, large head snapping up at the faint crackle of feet over pine needles. His large antlers rustled the limbs above him, and Padfoot turned his attention away from the rabbit trail he had been following and trotted over to the stag. He sniffed the air and caught the scent that Prongs had heard.
Brother.
~~~
His clothing was strewn around the room, the expensive fabrics lying like rags on the scarred floor. He could hear the whispers behind him, murmurs of thieves and traitors, but he wasn’t prepared for the first strike across his arse.
He lost his balance with a high cry and swung forward from his wrists. James laughed then, loud and shamelessly mocking. "Best get your feet under you quickly, Regulus."
Regulus scrambled to do so, not out of obedience but out of need to escape the agonizing stretch of his arms and wrists. His toes dug into the rough wood and he managed to find his footing again, though only the balls of his feet even touched the ground.
He was slightly more prepared for the second strike, though he screeched as it hit with surprising accuracy over the first welt. He caught himself better this time, spinning on one foot in a mock pirouette until he saw the fiendish smile of a Gryffindor Beater armed with a silver hairbrush, the flat width of it ornately engraved with a large ‘B’.
James chuckled from one side. "You’re a damn sight prettier than the bludgers he normally practices on. And you make far prettier sounds."
Regulus’ cheeks flushed with shame and he turned to look outside, the faint half-moonlight flickering through the trees, through the dirty panes of glass.
~~~
"Don't be a girl, Regulus. What's a few ghosts? Are you too scared?"
"I'm not going in there and definitely not with you. I'm not supposed to be here at all. You tricked me."
James chuckled, low and dangerously amused. "Thought you were just going to get a chance to see what the others talked about, hmm? Just how fast does James Potter move? How many will he fuck before seventh year ends?"
"Don't be vulgar. I'm going back."
"Oh no you're not." James leveled his wand at Regulus and cast his spell.
~~~
He whined, trying to pull away from the probing fingers.
"Stay still, Regulus. Open up for me."
Regulus chewed on his lower lip and then next push of blunt fingers spread his arsehole open, a faint burning of resistance that he tried to move away from. But he was stopped by two hands on his hips and looking up he saw his own light grey eyes look back at him. He shook his head, strands of black hair dampened with sweat falling into his eyes. Those above him winked at him then a voice that was not his own spoke to him, "He said stay still, Brother. I wouldn't disobey if I were you."
Not that he could disobey now, not with Sirius' hands holding him still for the slow, building pressure in his arse as James worked two fingers into him. It was too much, too soon, too full and he tried to push them back out. But this only earned him a deep chuckle from behind him and a sharp slap on his arse.
"They’re not going anywhere until my cock gets in you."
~~~
"No! No! Let me go!" He twisted in James’ arms, fingers curling claw-like as he struggled in vain to free himself.
James hissed suddenly and shoved Regulus back to the bed. "You little viper. You cut me with your damn nails." He advanced on Regulus who was frantically trying to scramble back to the headboard. "I don’t like being hurt, Reg. Now come clean it up."
He held out his left arm, three long scratches marring the skin below his elbow, blood just starting to well up in the midst of the violent pink welts.
Regulus froze and looked from James’ arm to James, lower lip jutting out just a bit. "Clean it up yourself."
"Tsk tsk. One final try or I’ll be forced to do something you’re not going to like."
"Fuck you."
James’ eyebrows rose. "Oh no. You are definitely the one who’s getting fucked today, Reg."
~~~
His small grunts fell easily from his parted lips. He wanted to stop them but the insistent thrust, thrust, twist of James' fingers demanded answer. He pulled down on the leather straps that were fastened to one of the overhead beams, but they didn't give. No matter the outside appearance of the house and the claw-damaged walls inside, the structure was far too sound for his strength, even when fueled by desperation. One of Sirius’ hands moved from his hip and he prepared for another slap to the face but instead it closed over his cock and began tugging far too expertly at it.
"That's it, Brother. Let's see the beautiful cock of yours harden for us."
~~~
Regulus stared as Sirius stepped forward from the shadows, clad only in tight muggle jeans slung low on his hips. Around his neck was a black leather collar, two tags dangled from the central D-ring, one gold, one red. He shook his hair behind his shoulders in a gesture that was too perfect to not be practiced and the tags rang against one another.
"You!" Regulus' eyes widened in understanding then darted to the deep soulful brown eyes of James.
They both smiled at him and Sirius spoke, "Us. You’ve seen too much, little Brother. We need to know we can trust you not to tell."
Regulus scrambled out of the bed to put more distance between him and the two mad Gryffindors. "Not tell? About that animal? About you? You’ve broken all the rules. They’ll put you in Azkaban. Lock you all away!"
"The only one captured is you, Regulus." And with that James raised his wand again and Regulus found his arms dragged above his head, leather straps tightening around his narrow wrists, his feet barely touching the wooden floor.
~~~
Sirius’ mouth closed around Regulus’ cock, sucking firmly at the head of it. His tongue swept around and around it while his hand teased at Regulus’ balls, enticing him to hardness. As his brother began to harden, Sirius retracted his foreskin, sliding it down so he could press the pointed tip of his tongue to the tiny, dripping slit.
Regulus started to moan then, squirming as Sirius suckled against the tip of his cock. His movements pushed him more back onto the fingers still insistently stretching him.
"Time to take the third one, Regulus."
He shook his head frantically. Too full already. He couldn’t possibly have another inside him without being torn in two.
His balls were caught in Sirius hand then, squeezed gently as Sirius continued to suck at the head of his cock. The wide stretch of his hole was accompanied by wet slurp as Sirius forced his head down to take the whole of Regulus’ cock into his mouth and by the faint metallic sounds as sac was rolled in Sirius’ hand.
~~~
"Now be a good boy and stay still, brother. You wouldn’t want me to miss with the needle now would you?"
Regulus’ eyes were impossibly wide above his open mouth, James’ tie wadded up and shoved in to keep him from screaming too much. James’ hands tightened on Regulus’ hips, holding him as steady as possible.
Sirius let out a breath then pinched the thin skin of Regulus’ scrotum, pulling out from his body. He checked the position again, all the while listening to the muffled sounds of desperate denial from above. Finally satisfied he raised the thick needle up and stabbed it quickly through the caught skin. Regulus emitted a high shriek that hurt Sirius’ ears as he pulled the small ring from between his teeth and thrust in quickly through the new hole in Regulus’ sac. He laid the needle aside then brought his wand up to seal the gold and red striped ring, permanently fixing it in place then activating the protective charms on it that would keep it from ever being removed. He let the ringed skin return to its normal position, folding back into the delicate wrinkles. It was even, set low on his scrotum.
And it bled.
~~~
After dragging his three fingers from the stretched hole, James worked his cock into the narrow confines of Regulus’ arse, hands gripping his hips tightly. Regulus knew there would be bruises come morning. But his broken whimpers only seemed to encourage James, to fuel his desire to hold him tighter and fuck him harder. So his attempts to pull away gradually faded into acceptance. His body grew too tired to fight the painfully deep slide of James’ erection. His arse was for James’ use now.
And his cock was for his brother’s use. As it had been years ago before they came to Hogwarts.
~~~
"Remember how we used to kiss, little brother? Hidden in our rooms from Mother and Father and the elves." Sirius’ voice was low, almost cajoling.
Regulus half-sobbed in answer, twisting at the restraints.
"You do remember the kissing. ‘Brothers don’t kiss on the mouth,’ you’d say. ‘So what did brothers share they could kiss,’ I’d ask. We found something, didn’t we, Regulus? Something just made for kissing."
Sirius slid to his knees before his brother, watching the panic rise in his eyes as they widened, darting between Sirius and James then back again. Sirius wrapped his hand around Regulus’ flaccid cock, lifting it up from its place nestled against his balls. He murmured directly against the soft, sensitive skin. "Let me kiss you like that again."
~~~
As James’ cock pushed once more into him, Sirius’ lips tightened around his cock. Regulus sobbed against the sensations, pain and pleasure swirling together. The hands on his hips finally released their grip, now that there was no way for him to escape the combined assault.
He felt James’ breath pushing over his cheek then his back came flush against James’ chest, the thick jumper scratching over his bare skin. While he was completely naked and exposed to them, James had only rucked his trousers down enough to pull his cock out. Sirius knelt on the scratched wooden floor in his jeans. The contrast between them and Regulus easily reminding him that he was theirs, to be used anytime they opened their flies.
~~~
Sirius leaned forward, lapping softly over the small drips of blood that oozed around the new ring in his sac. Regulus was quieter now, James’ hand stroking almost soothingly over his hip. Sirius looked up to Reg’s face, finding it tipped forward to his, eyes dull with exhaustion and resignation.
Sirius smiled far too brightly up at him. "You’re ours, Regulus. Claimed for Gryffindor. And Property of Messrs Prongs and Padfoot."
He got a pitiful whimper in answer and he rocked back on his toes a bit then cast a cleansing and healing charm, but let the pain linger, let Regulus squirm in James’ arms.
Sirius rose, pressing in tight against him, his denim-covered erection digging into his hip, and kissed James over Regulus’ shoulder. Their moans as they shared the tang of Regulus’ blood vibrated over the younger Black’s ear. The small tags on Sirius’ collar were almost cold when they brushed over Regulus’ collarbone, and he closed his eyes.
~~~
"Hands behind your back, Padfoot."
Regulus watched as his brother obeyed without question, locking his hands behind his back. Then James’ arms slid along Regulus’ waist and his hand twisted into Sirius’ hair, tangling roughly into the black locks. He felt more than heard Sirius’ sharp intake of breath as James pulled him forward so his mouth slid farther down Regulus’ erection.
"See what a good mate Sirius is? How willing he is to do as I ask? Such a pity you’re not like your brother."
Regulus twisted his hips, tugging once more on the leather straps over his head, not believing that James could continue to talk so reasonably whilst his cock was deep in Regulus’ arse. James grunted a little then bit down on Regulus’ shoulder, just where it swept up into his neck, and Regulus froze.
"That’s better. Now, let’s put Padfoot’s mouth to some use, why don’t we?" And with that James dragged Sirius’ head to him at the same time he thrust his hips forward.
Regulus cried out at the simultaneous assault and he arched up, eyes rolling back in his head as James pulled out again, forcing Sirius’ head back. There was a long pause, made longer by the quiver of Regulus’ anticipation. Then, as abrupt as before, James’ cock drove into his arse as his own cock was forced deep in to his brother’s throat. The harsh slam of hips to arsecheeks was echoed by a wet clicking sound of Sirius gagging around his cock.
~~~
"Sirius is proud to be mine, Regulus. Don’t you see?" James traced the lower edge of Sirius’ collar, making him shiver.
Regulus saw. He saw the black collar every time Sirius tipped his head back to laugh in the Great Hall. Every time he stripped off his jumper after Quidditch practice. Every time Sirius caught his eye in the corridor and pulled the edge of his robes down to show the snug wrap of leather around his throat.
"He belongs to me, but his pride in it means he’s not my whore. He’s my brother more than you are his, but he knows he enjoys when I touch him. When I bite him or slide my cock into his mouth."
Regulus glared to counter the colour of shame that stained his cheeks.
"But you," he continued, "You, Regulus, are my whore. You’re our whore."
~~~
Regulus was helpless against them, caught between cock and mouth. He sagged in the bindings, gave his slight weight over to the thick leather cuffs which cinched tighter around his fragile wrists. His gaze settled blearily past the violent swing of Sirius’ hair to the intermittent sight of Sirius fisting his own cock, damp head peeking out from tightened fingers on every down-stroke. In Regulus’ surrender, his body relaxed allowing James to pick up a quick rhythm, using Sirius’ head as his leverage for ever sharp thrust of his hips.
Regulus started to cry out for breath, to beg in wordless syllables for an end to the stretch of his arse and the convulsing tightness around his cock.
Without breaking the synchronized movements, James growled to Sirius over his shoulder, "Finish. Both of you."
The pressure around his cock suddenly increased as Sirius’ cheeks hollowed with the force of his sucking and then next slam of James’ hips sent Regulus’ cock spurting deep in Sirius’ throat with a flare of white-hot heat up his spine.
~~~
They lowered him to the ground, but left the cuffs on him. But he didn’t have the coherence to object. Even as Sirius wiped his come-coated hand over his brother’s face, all Regulus could do was lick the salty release from his lips with a whimper. They cast cleaning spells on themselves and buttoned their flies, but they left him naked but for the welts and bruises, the faint trickle of blood from the new piercing mixing with the thick wetness of James’ come which dripped from his arse.
Regulus looked up at them as they paused.
Sirius grinned down at him then winked, "Goodbye, little Brother."
But James spoke in slow even tones which made Regulus’ stomach flutter and twist, "Until next time."
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Regulus crawled to the unused bed, his arms and arse aching. The bed seemed higher than it had when he’d first seen its oddly clean coverings but he managed to roll himself up and into it. It smelled faintly astringent, of lavender and peppermint, but he didn’t care. It was soft and there was no more of their touch on his body, around his body, in his body. He turned his face into the pillow with a relieved sob. The hot tears streaked his face and were soon absorbed by the cotton pillowcase. He dragged it closer to him, hugging it firmly as his body was wracked with tremors, the sudden release of emotion and strain on it making it quiver.
He awoke sometime later, the later afternoon light stretching across his naked and bruised body. He rose stiffly from the bed, shoulders throbbing from the earlier restraint. Searching for his clothes, he passed the mirror charm on the wall. He paused, only briefly wondering why it was a charm here rather than the real silver and glass, and looked at himself.
His black hair, just too long, was tangled and hung in his face, clinging to the stains of tears on his cheeks. His shoulders, for all their ache, looked as pale and lightly muscled as before. There were the blue lines of fingers marked into his hips, curling just over the sharp jut of hipbones and he wondered if bones bruised too. His cock lay small and limp in the carefully trimmed nest of black curls. And below, below was the soft round of his sac, bare of hair, but striped with a long line of red and gold rings. One ring for every month he was theirs.
Regulus trailed a finger over them, making the rings bump into one another. He shivered at their metallic melody and thought of what they meant, of what they made him.
His hand curled around his cock as it hardened.
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