Finding You [R]
Title: Finding You
Author: emcue
Genre: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/Regulus
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These characters are the sole property of JK Rowling and I make no claim to them.
Notes: Done for sirius_loving's challenge. Hope I got the prompt okay.
Prompt: Sirius receives an anonymous love letter and goes to great lengths to find out whom it is from.
Word Count: 2,771
"What's that?" asked James, peeking over Sirius's shoulder. Sirius crumpled up the piece of parchment and shoved it in his pocket. He didn't answer, choosing to respond to James with a grin. "Fine, don't tell me," said James with a coquettish grin. "I didn't want to know why you were hovering over your precious piece of whatever it is. Did someone write you a love letter or something?" he asked, stooping over his trunk and rifling through his clothing.
Sirius watched his friend carefully. "Why? What would you know about it if someone did?"
James didn't answer him for a while and Sirius sat up straighter, his grey eyes focused. He knew James better than anyone else: if he was lying, Sirius would know. "Why are you looking at me like that?" asked James, pulling his shirt off his head and changing into a only-slightly-cleaner one. He ran his fingers through his hair quickly, making it stick up even further. Finally, he looked at Sirius straight-on, which is what Sirius had been waiting for. "You really got a love letter?" asked James thoughtfully.
Sirius shrugged. James didn't seem to know anything about it - and from the tone James was using, he knew he'd be teased about it something awful for the next few weeks, mainly because James was a prat that way. He'd have to figure it out on his own, before James could get too much mileage out of it.
He pulled the letter out of his pocket and looked at it again. It was smudged in some areas, as if the writer had been debating whether to actually put their thoughts onto paper. It seemed familiar to him somehow, the loops, scrawls and jagged lines at the end of the y's and g's. The content was short and the tone uncertain. The thing that stuck with him was the idea that the person had that it would be forbidden
somehow.
Whom did Sirius know that seemed off-limits? James kept him up-to-date on who had been watching him in class. It seemed that there were always more people, always new girls and sometimes even a few blokes who took an interest in Sirius Black, one of the golden boys of Gryffindor house. Sirius had smiled back at some of them and ignored most. It was the idea of conquest that appealed to him most.
He unfurled the letter, which had begun curling at the edges from the way he'd crumpled it in front of James. Straightening it, Sirius studied it, wondering whom it could be. Perhaps that girl in fourth year who kept bumping into him on "accident?" Or the nervous Ravenclaw boy with gold hair that had lips of deep red, who blushed anytime Sirius spoke to him. No, this letter didn't seem to be like either of them.
Sirius studied the letter harder - and then he saw it. The s's - they were curved in a way that made themappear elongated and all too snake-like. A smirk ghosted across Sirius's face as his eyes crinkled in triumph and self-satisfaction. Only a Slytherin would write that way. The more he thought on it, the surer he became. He never considered the Slytherins at all, especially if he could avoid it: his cousin Bellatrix had gone into that house, as had his younger brother, Regulus. He'd hoped to keep ties with Regulus, but he'd never been close to his cousin and he intended to let the distance between them grow and fester.
Still, if he was to find out who had written him the letter, he'd have to have someone help him. Slytherins were known to be cunning; and even though Regulus had not much impressed his older brother with his lack of cleverness, Sirius knew he could probably count on him to go along and help him plan to catch the mystery writer.
***
"Hey, Regulus," said Sirius after the next meal, pulling his brother aside by the arm. Ignoring the watchful stares of his brother's house mates, Sirius pulled out the piece of parchment he'd been holding his hand, balling it up in his fist as he spoke. He'd been watching Regulus all during dinner, waiting for him to stand up and leave. Regulus seemed uncharacteristically jumpy: when he'd caught Sirius's eye, he'd looked away immediately, his face flushing, an angry look covering his normally blank features.
His face was clear again now as he looked at Sirius with disinterest. "Hello, Sirius."
Taken aback at the complete lack of emotion in his younger brother's tone, Sirius hesitated, wanting to ask what was wrong - not out of concern, of course, but because it was just so awkward to see Regulus acting so blandly; Regulus, who had thrown the worst tantrums just to get extra candy during times like Halloween and Christmas. Yet he seemed so collected now. Sirius's wonder turned into an
ill-humoured grin. "I see you've become an official aristocrat," he spat. "Mum must be practising her brainwashing techniques more often now that I'm not around."
Sirius could see a faint rise in Regulus's eyes - but in another snap second, it was gone, and the coldness returned. "Was there something you required of me?" askedRegulus politely, though the look in his eyes had been fine-tuned to make Sirius feel small. And it would have worked, if he'd not grown up seeing the same look in his mother's eyes. He hadn't cared then and he didn't care now.
"This letter," said Sirius, thrusting the balled parchment into Regulus's hand. "Someone sent it to me. Someone from your house."
Regulus quirked an eyebrow and Sirius could see the interest behind his brother's eyes. That was one thing that seemed to run in the Black family's blood: an incessant nagging to know things; a desire to root out secrets and keep them hidden amongst themselves. It did not surprise Sirius when his brother leaned in, keeping his back to the other Slytherins as his eyes hungrily read the words only Sirius had seen. "What makes you think it's a Slytherin?" he asked when he finished.
"Look at the s's," whispered Sirius, chiding himself internally for reverting to the ways in which his family worked. He looked up past his brother to see James walking by and he pulled Regulus closer, inching them away from the main doors to the Great Hall, from which the students were exiting in order to return to their respective houses. When he felt they were safely out of view, Sirius went on. "They're
elongated. Every Slytherin picks up that habit."
"For someone who has nothing whatsoever to do with our house, you seem to feel rather free in making assumptions about us," said Regulus, his voice low and more menacing than Sirius had remembered it being.
"It's not an assumption," said Sirius, his hands itching to claw at Regulus for the way he was acting. Even though he'd given up on the younger Black almost as soon as he'd been sorted into Slytherin - the worst sort of betrayal, in Sirius's mind - he hated to see that Regulus was sinking so easily into the things he hated most about his family. For some reason, some stupid niggling reason, he'd held out hope that Regulus would turn out differently. It seemed nothing but idiotic wishing to him now: Regulus looked more sure of himself this way, hands at his side instead of swinging freely as before; his eyes were sharper, his jawline stronger. As much as he hated admitting it to himself, Sirius could see that such changes, such a lifestyle agreed with Regulus Black quite well.
For a moment, Sirius felt panic engulf him: some sort of feeling, a heat he'd not felt too often in his life before, spread through his fingers and down his spine. Something about being this close to Regulus when he was acting in the ways Sirius hated most made him want to be even closer. He should want to run, but found himself noticing the way Regulus's hair fell down across his eyes, hooding them.
He tried to ignore the feeling, wiling it away. "James told me you all like to write that way," he explained, hoping to alleviate the feeling that still seemed to plaguing him, though it dulled the more he fought it.
"I see," said Regulus, folding the letter into neat squares after he finished reading. He looked at Sirius. "I'm assuming this means you want me to help you find this...admirer." The sentence came out like statement instead of a question, and Sirius's hands clenched. He knew that tone - it was the tone Bellatrix used most often. It was a tone that meant favours - tone that implied something would have to be given up.
He looked off to the side, where flickering candles lit the way down the hall and up to Gryffindor tower. He'd have to get back soon before James went out looking for him, which meant he'd have to agree to whatever Regulus wanted. It wasn't that he wanted to know who it was so much anymore: it wasn't so much that he didn't want James teaching him. As soon as he'd gotten Regulus involved, it had been about finishing something, though he had no idea what.
The feeling was back and Sirius struggled to keep it at bay: it made him shiver, almost in a manner he knew James would describe as "delicious" - he'd probably make a lewd gesture as well. Now that James had finally worn down Lily Evans, he seemed insufferable, especially where sex was concerned.
No, it wasn't about James. Sirius needed to know.
"Fine," said Sirius, staring into grey eyes alike to his own.
Regulus's mouth quirked into a half-smile. "I'll ask a favour from you when this is done. And you'll do it, no questions asked. Agree and we've got a deal."
"Agreed," said Sirius, breaking eye contact and walking past Regulus, unhurried, towards his own common room. It felt odd, being apart from the letter: he'd only had it a few hours, but in Regulus's hands, it felt almost as if he'd never had it. Sirius wasn't too interested in love games of any sort, but this was different. This was a challenge.
He'd made an agreement with Regulus. He had no idea what he'd be called upon to do - another famous Black family trait which he now loathed yet hadn't minded at all when it had worked to his advantage. He just knew he'd have to do it.
***
Sweaty and exhausted after a rather rougher-than-usual Quidditch practice, Sirius wiped the sweat from his brow and laughed at a joke James said, stopping mid-guffaw to look upon the face of his brother, sitting still, exuding patience as he waited in the sands. Excusing himself, Sirius walked slowly towards his brother, taking a seat a metre away from him, broomstick still in hand.
"I assume this means you found him," Said Sirius eventually, when his brother had kept silent.
"How do you know it's not a her?" asked Regulus calmly. Sirius turned to face Regulus, who was watching him with an intense expression.
"Just a feeling," said Sirius, cursing himself silently: that feeling was back. The slip-slide feel of his stomach, the warm channel of searing heat spreading down his back and hands.
Regulus was silent and Sirius waited, knowing it'd be fruitless to press his brother for details. He'd retained at least that much from his sixteen years living as a true member of the Black household. Eventually, Regulus breathed and Sirius heard the nervousness, even as the eyes showed nothing. He could see the nails digging into the knuckles as Regulus placed his hands in his own lap.
It confused him. It irritated him. He'd agreed to some unknown task and here Regulus was, drawing out the moment. "Well?" he asked irritably. "Are you going to tell me, or are you going to sit there and try to peel off your skin?"
"You remember your agreement?" asked Regulus smoothly. "It will be necessary here. In fact, I will need you to agree to it as soon as you learn what you want to know."
"What is it?" asked Sirius, feeling baffled in spite of his growing annoyance.
"You will need to close your eyes and not say anything," explained Regulus. "You will leave yourself in my hands. Not forever," he added. "Just for the small space of time after I tell you what I've found out."
Sirius glared - what kind of stupid request was that? He had no idea what Regulus had planned, but he knew he didn't like it. Still, it seemed to be the only way to know for sure. Regulus had always been quiet, and Sirius knew it must have worked to his advantage in this case. "Not like I have much of a choice, right?" he growled. "Stop being a melodramatic queen, Regulus - just tell me who it is and let's be done with it."
"Close your eyes and I will."
Sirius gave Regulus one last, good, meaningful glare of annoyance bordering on hatred before complying. He hoped nothing especially bad was about to happen, though he doubted Regulus would choose to do anything life-threatening.
He waited for several seconds as nothing happened. About to swear at Regulus and open his eyes, Sirius let out a sound of surprise as he felt something covering his mouth, making it hard to breathe. It took him several seconds to realise that the things were lips, and even longer to realise that these lips belonged to Regulus.
The feeling intensified and his hands felt clammy yet warm, desperate to hold something, to grab onto Regulus, who was there. It seemed Regulus had a similar feeling, for he grabbed onto Sirius's shoulders. Though his eyes were closed, Sirius could feel the pressure of his brother's weight on his knees as Regulus straddled him. The brief and fleeting thought of "what if someone's looking?" passed through his mind until he felt Regulus pressing against him quite purposefully.
The feeling still intensified more. It was wrong, what they were doing, but Sirius couldn't think anymore. He could just feel and his fingers could just touch and it was only warmth and more and intensity unlike he'd known, unlike he'd ever thought to know. Regulus's body pressed harder, his lips demanding and harsh against Sirius's own as he moved faster. Sirius's body hardened in turn, and he could feel the blunt heat of Regulus's length brushing against his own, separated by obtrusive layers of clothing. He felt Regulus bite into his lips and he tasted blood; he bit back and felt a thick haze of lust and self-satisfaction clouding everything else as felt the acid-bitterness of his brother on his tongue - blood that bonded them together.
He opened his eyes to veiled grey ones. "It was me - I wrote it," said Regulus.
Sirius attempted to steady his breath. "I figured." He squeezed the top of Regulus's thigh - it felt so different, watching his brother this way, feeling him in a way that left him hungry. "You realise you cheated."
"Yes," said Regulus.
"You should have just told me it was you."
"This never would have happened if I had."
Sirius considered this a moment: what if Regulus had told him flat-out that it was him who'd written the letter? What would he have done?
Looking into light-grey eyes, Sirius nodded. It never would have, he knew.
Sirius gave in to the heat flooding his body and his senses as he gave Regulus's thigh another squeeze. Regulus hadn't just picked up the aristocratic demeanor and the veiled eyes: he'd picked the up the method of the Black family as well - the manner of fulfilling one's personal desires.
Fucking hell, he thought as he pressed blood-dried lips against his brother's mouth. James is really going to take the piss out of me for this if he ever finds out.
Author: emcue
Genre: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/Regulus
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These characters are the sole property of JK Rowling and I make no claim to them.
Notes: Done for sirius_loving's challenge. Hope I got the prompt okay.
Prompt: Sirius receives an anonymous love letter and goes to great lengths to find out whom it is from.
Word Count: 2,771
"What's that?" asked James, peeking over Sirius's shoulder. Sirius crumpled up the piece of parchment and shoved it in his pocket. He didn't answer, choosing to respond to James with a grin. "Fine, don't tell me," said James with a coquettish grin. "I didn't want to know why you were hovering over your precious piece of whatever it is. Did someone write you a love letter or something?" he asked, stooping over his trunk and rifling through his clothing.
Sirius watched his friend carefully. "Why? What would you know about it if someone did?"
James didn't answer him for a while and Sirius sat up straighter, his grey eyes focused. He knew James better than anyone else: if he was lying, Sirius would know. "Why are you looking at me like that?" asked James, pulling his shirt off his head and changing into a only-slightly-cleaner one. He ran his fingers through his hair quickly, making it stick up even further. Finally, he looked at Sirius straight-on, which is what Sirius had been waiting for. "You really got a love letter?" asked James thoughtfully.
Sirius shrugged. James didn't seem to know anything about it - and from the tone James was using, he knew he'd be teased about it something awful for the next few weeks, mainly because James was a prat that way. He'd have to figure it out on his own, before James could get too much mileage out of it.
He pulled the letter out of his pocket and looked at it again. It was smudged in some areas, as if the writer had been debating whether to actually put their thoughts onto paper. It seemed familiar to him somehow, the loops, scrawls and jagged lines at the end of the y's and g's. The content was short and the tone uncertain. The thing that stuck with him was the idea that the person had that it would be forbidden
somehow.
Whom did Sirius know that seemed off-limits? James kept him up-to-date on who had been watching him in class. It seemed that there were always more people, always new girls and sometimes even a few blokes who took an interest in Sirius Black, one of the golden boys of Gryffindor house. Sirius had smiled back at some of them and ignored most. It was the idea of conquest that appealed to him most.
He unfurled the letter, which had begun curling at the edges from the way he'd crumpled it in front of James. Straightening it, Sirius studied it, wondering whom it could be. Perhaps that girl in fourth year who kept bumping into him on "accident?" Or the nervous Ravenclaw boy with gold hair that had lips of deep red, who blushed anytime Sirius spoke to him. No, this letter didn't seem to be like either of them.
Sirius studied the letter harder - and then he saw it. The s's - they were curved in a way that made themappear elongated and all too snake-like. A smirk ghosted across Sirius's face as his eyes crinkled in triumph and self-satisfaction. Only a Slytherin would write that way. The more he thought on it, the surer he became. He never considered the Slytherins at all, especially if he could avoid it: his cousin Bellatrix had gone into that house, as had his younger brother, Regulus. He'd hoped to keep ties with Regulus, but he'd never been close to his cousin and he intended to let the distance between them grow and fester.
Still, if he was to find out who had written him the letter, he'd have to have someone help him. Slytherins were known to be cunning; and even though Regulus had not much impressed his older brother with his lack of cleverness, Sirius knew he could probably count on him to go along and help him plan to catch the mystery writer.
***
"Hey, Regulus," said Sirius after the next meal, pulling his brother aside by the arm. Ignoring the watchful stares of his brother's house mates, Sirius pulled out the piece of parchment he'd been holding his hand, balling it up in his fist as he spoke. He'd been watching Regulus all during dinner, waiting for him to stand up and leave. Regulus seemed uncharacteristically jumpy: when he'd caught Sirius's eye, he'd looked away immediately, his face flushing, an angry look covering his normally blank features.
His face was clear again now as he looked at Sirius with disinterest. "Hello, Sirius."
Taken aback at the complete lack of emotion in his younger brother's tone, Sirius hesitated, wanting to ask what was wrong - not out of concern, of course, but because it was just so awkward to see Regulus acting so blandly; Regulus, who had thrown the worst tantrums just to get extra candy during times like Halloween and Christmas. Yet he seemed so collected now. Sirius's wonder turned into an
ill-humoured grin. "I see you've become an official aristocrat," he spat. "Mum must be practising her brainwashing techniques more often now that I'm not around."
Sirius could see a faint rise in Regulus's eyes - but in another snap second, it was gone, and the coldness returned. "Was there something you required of me?" askedRegulus politely, though the look in his eyes had been fine-tuned to make Sirius feel small. And it would have worked, if he'd not grown up seeing the same look in his mother's eyes. He hadn't cared then and he didn't care now.
"This letter," said Sirius, thrusting the balled parchment into Regulus's hand. "Someone sent it to me. Someone from your house."
Regulus quirked an eyebrow and Sirius could see the interest behind his brother's eyes. That was one thing that seemed to run in the Black family's blood: an incessant nagging to know things; a desire to root out secrets and keep them hidden amongst themselves. It did not surprise Sirius when his brother leaned in, keeping his back to the other Slytherins as his eyes hungrily read the words only Sirius had seen. "What makes you think it's a Slytherin?" he asked when he finished.
"Look at the s's," whispered Sirius, chiding himself internally for reverting to the ways in which his family worked. He looked up past his brother to see James walking by and he pulled Regulus closer, inching them away from the main doors to the Great Hall, from which the students were exiting in order to return to their respective houses. When he felt they were safely out of view, Sirius went on. "They're
elongated. Every Slytherin picks up that habit."
"For someone who has nothing whatsoever to do with our house, you seem to feel rather free in making assumptions about us," said Regulus, his voice low and more menacing than Sirius had remembered it being.
"It's not an assumption," said Sirius, his hands itching to claw at Regulus for the way he was acting. Even though he'd given up on the younger Black almost as soon as he'd been sorted into Slytherin - the worst sort of betrayal, in Sirius's mind - he hated to see that Regulus was sinking so easily into the things he hated most about his family. For some reason, some stupid niggling reason, he'd held out hope that Regulus would turn out differently. It seemed nothing but idiotic wishing to him now: Regulus looked more sure of himself this way, hands at his side instead of swinging freely as before; his eyes were sharper, his jawline stronger. As much as he hated admitting it to himself, Sirius could see that such changes, such a lifestyle agreed with Regulus Black quite well.
For a moment, Sirius felt panic engulf him: some sort of feeling, a heat he'd not felt too often in his life before, spread through his fingers and down his spine. Something about being this close to Regulus when he was acting in the ways Sirius hated most made him want to be even closer. He should want to run, but found himself noticing the way Regulus's hair fell down across his eyes, hooding them.
He tried to ignore the feeling, wiling it away. "James told me you all like to write that way," he explained, hoping to alleviate the feeling that still seemed to plaguing him, though it dulled the more he fought it.
"I see," said Regulus, folding the letter into neat squares after he finished reading. He looked at Sirius. "I'm assuming this means you want me to help you find this...admirer." The sentence came out like statement instead of a question, and Sirius's hands clenched. He knew that tone - it was the tone Bellatrix used most often. It was a tone that meant favours - tone that implied something would have to be given up.
He looked off to the side, where flickering candles lit the way down the hall and up to Gryffindor tower. He'd have to get back soon before James went out looking for him, which meant he'd have to agree to whatever Regulus wanted. It wasn't that he wanted to know who it was so much anymore: it wasn't so much that he didn't want James teaching him. As soon as he'd gotten Regulus involved, it had been about finishing something, though he had no idea what.
The feeling was back and Sirius struggled to keep it at bay: it made him shiver, almost in a manner he knew James would describe as "delicious" - he'd probably make a lewd gesture as well. Now that James had finally worn down Lily Evans, he seemed insufferable, especially where sex was concerned.
No, it wasn't about James. Sirius needed to know.
"Fine," said Sirius, staring into grey eyes alike to his own.
Regulus's mouth quirked into a half-smile. "I'll ask a favour from you when this is done. And you'll do it, no questions asked. Agree and we've got a deal."
"Agreed," said Sirius, breaking eye contact and walking past Regulus, unhurried, towards his own common room. It felt odd, being apart from the letter: he'd only had it a few hours, but in Regulus's hands, it felt almost as if he'd never had it. Sirius wasn't too interested in love games of any sort, but this was different. This was a challenge.
He'd made an agreement with Regulus. He had no idea what he'd be called upon to do - another famous Black family trait which he now loathed yet hadn't minded at all when it had worked to his advantage. He just knew he'd have to do it.
***
Sweaty and exhausted after a rather rougher-than-usual Quidditch practice, Sirius wiped the sweat from his brow and laughed at a joke James said, stopping mid-guffaw to look upon the face of his brother, sitting still, exuding patience as he waited in the sands. Excusing himself, Sirius walked slowly towards his brother, taking a seat a metre away from him, broomstick still in hand.
"I assume this means you found him," Said Sirius eventually, when his brother had kept silent.
"How do you know it's not a her?" asked Regulus calmly. Sirius turned to face Regulus, who was watching him with an intense expression.
"Just a feeling," said Sirius, cursing himself silently: that feeling was back. The slip-slide feel of his stomach, the warm channel of searing heat spreading down his back and hands.
Regulus was silent and Sirius waited, knowing it'd be fruitless to press his brother for details. He'd retained at least that much from his sixteen years living as a true member of the Black household. Eventually, Regulus breathed and Sirius heard the nervousness, even as the eyes showed nothing. He could see the nails digging into the knuckles as Regulus placed his hands in his own lap.
It confused him. It irritated him. He'd agreed to some unknown task and here Regulus was, drawing out the moment. "Well?" he asked irritably. "Are you going to tell me, or are you going to sit there and try to peel off your skin?"
"You remember your agreement?" asked Regulus smoothly. "It will be necessary here. In fact, I will need you to agree to it as soon as you learn what you want to know."
"What is it?" asked Sirius, feeling baffled in spite of his growing annoyance.
"You will need to close your eyes and not say anything," explained Regulus. "You will leave yourself in my hands. Not forever," he added. "Just for the small space of time after I tell you what I've found out."
Sirius glared - what kind of stupid request was that? He had no idea what Regulus had planned, but he knew he didn't like it. Still, it seemed to be the only way to know for sure. Regulus had always been quiet, and Sirius knew it must have worked to his advantage in this case. "Not like I have much of a choice, right?" he growled. "Stop being a melodramatic queen, Regulus - just tell me who it is and let's be done with it."
"Close your eyes and I will."
Sirius gave Regulus one last, good, meaningful glare of annoyance bordering on hatred before complying. He hoped nothing especially bad was about to happen, though he doubted Regulus would choose to do anything life-threatening.
He waited for several seconds as nothing happened. About to swear at Regulus and open his eyes, Sirius let out a sound of surprise as he felt something covering his mouth, making it hard to breathe. It took him several seconds to realise that the things were lips, and even longer to realise that these lips belonged to Regulus.
The feeling intensified and his hands felt clammy yet warm, desperate to hold something, to grab onto Regulus, who was there. It seemed Regulus had a similar feeling, for he grabbed onto Sirius's shoulders. Though his eyes were closed, Sirius could feel the pressure of his brother's weight on his knees as Regulus straddled him. The brief and fleeting thought of "what if someone's looking?" passed through his mind until he felt Regulus pressing against him quite purposefully.
The feeling still intensified more. It was wrong, what they were doing, but Sirius couldn't think anymore. He could just feel and his fingers could just touch and it was only warmth and more and intensity unlike he'd known, unlike he'd ever thought to know. Regulus's body pressed harder, his lips demanding and harsh against Sirius's own as he moved faster. Sirius's body hardened in turn, and he could feel the blunt heat of Regulus's length brushing against his own, separated by obtrusive layers of clothing. He felt Regulus bite into his lips and he tasted blood; he bit back and felt a thick haze of lust and self-satisfaction clouding everything else as felt the acid-bitterness of his brother on his tongue - blood that bonded them together.
He opened his eyes to veiled grey ones. "It was me - I wrote it," said Regulus.
Sirius attempted to steady his breath. "I figured." He squeezed the top of Regulus's thigh - it felt so different, watching his brother this way, feeling him in a way that left him hungry. "You realise you cheated."
"Yes," said Regulus.
"You should have just told me it was you."
"This never would have happened if I had."
Sirius considered this a moment: what if Regulus had told him flat-out that it was him who'd written the letter? What would he have done?
Looking into light-grey eyes, Sirius nodded. It never would have, he knew.
Sirius gave in to the heat flooding his body and his senses as he gave Regulus's thigh another squeeze. Regulus hadn't just picked up the aristocratic demeanor and the veiled eyes: he'd picked the up the method of the Black family as well - the manner of fulfilling one's personal desires.
Fucking hell, he thought as he pressed blood-dried lips against his brother's mouth. James is really going to take the piss out of me for this if he ever finds out.