Originaly Posted 22 July 2005
Title: Fire Down Below
Author: sholmes87
Pairing: Sirius/Regulus
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Who says colds are bad?
Authors notes: As always, I'm indebted to rubytuesday1313 for her beta-ing and comments. I couldn't do it without her! Your comments, criticisms and feedback are always welcome.
They wouldn’t sit together. Even though there were fewer than a dozen students staying at Hogwarts over the Christmas holidays. Even though Headmaster Dumbledore had wanted everyone to sit round a smaller table (“more cozy,” he had said). But Sirius and Regulus Black had adamantly refused to even consider the matter. Dumbledore had sighed deeply and capitulated and now the ten remaining students were scattered around the tables in the Great Hall, looking lost in the huge room with its enchanted ceiling.
Sirius sat in solitary splendour, the only Gryffindor remaining at school. Everyone was ignoring him. The three Slytherins (including his brother) because they went out of their way to ignore Gryffindors when they weren’t trying to maim them. But the Huflepuffs and Ravenclaws were ignoring him too. Because of Sirius, they were grouped around one end of the Hufflepuff table, talking quietly. It was mainly because of Sirius they had to sit in this echoingly empty room instead of a small one off the main hall that was usually reserved for important guests. But Sirius had flat-out refused to budge. He wasn’t going to sit anywhere NEAR his brother, and that was the end of it!
Got to keep up appearances, he thought to himself as he looked up from his plate. He glanced surreptitiously around the room to make sure no one was watching him. The other students were all involved with their dinners and the remaining Professors were having their own pre-Christmas celebration in the staff room.
So Sirius was free to stare at his brother. He never got tired of it. Reg’s face was squarer than Sirius’ and his chin was more pointed. Sirius longed to be smothering Reg’s face with kisses, cupping that chin in his hand.
Regulus leaned forward to listen more closely to what one of his table-mates was saying, a flop of black hair falling in his eyes as he did so.
Sirius’ fingers itched to push it back over his ears, to run his fingers through the silky softness of Reg’s hair. He ached to feel Regulus’ wonderful tongue tracing ribbons of fire down his torso and belly.
Sirius squirmed awkwardly on the bench. He was getting a raging hard-on just from looking at his brother. Regulus, feeling Sirius’ gaze, looked up. Sirius licked his lips lasciviously and Reg flushed, unable to mistake his brother’s intention even from across the room. Reg nodded, as if agreeing with what his fellow Slytherin was saying, and rubbed his ear. That was their signal that they would meet later. Sirius bolted the rest of his dinner and fled the room with a clatter. The other students looked at him, the Slytherins with contempt and the rest with mild disapproval.
Sirius left a hastily scrawled piece of parchment with directions to tonight’s rendezvous point in the statue of Uric the Oddball. A fast concealment charm hid it from other eyes. Regulus would read and destroy the note on the way to their assignation. Sirius, who knew all the nooks and crannies of the castle, knew exactly what type of room he needed for tonight. He almost ran to the one he had chosen, a small windowless chamber on the inner third floor. He slammed into the room, putting a locking charm on the door after he hastily shut it. It would open for Regulus and then relock, eliminating the chance of anyone else entering. Sirius panted as he surveyed the room again. It was rather dusty, but that was a trivial concern to him, as was the scarcity of furniture. A single battered chair and a warped desk were the only fixtures the room contained.
Sirius conjured up a candle, lit it and set it on the desk. Turning slowly, grinning hugely in anticipation, he transfigured the desk into a bed. They had decided not to use cots anymore, after the last one collapsed under them, resulting in a sprained wrist for Regulus and a nasty bump on the head for Sirius. He closed his eyes and gave a huge smile of satisfaction, knowing he’d be satisfied in a much more delightful manner very soon.
Regulus left the Great Hall with deliberate slowness, still talking with his friends. If they noticed he seemed distracted, they didn’t mention it.
“Think I’ll wander up to the Astronomy tower,” he said casually. “Have a bit of a look at the stars before I turn in.” Inside, he was seething with impatience to get to Sirius.
“Are you mad?” Kirke enquired incredulously. “It’s bloody freezing up there!”
Regulus knew that and had purposely chosen it as his excuse precisely because no one would want to come with him. “Yeah, well, a bit of a walk will help settle my dinner. And cold’s supposed to build character,” Reg remarked offhandedly.
“Get much more character than that and you’ll be in the running with Dumbledore,” Kirke told him.
“Better you than me,” Hollister said. “If you’re not back in the morning, we’ll drag your body down to thaw by the fire.” They all laughed at this, Reg rather half-heartedly. He gave a cheerful wave and made a beeline for Uric the Oddball and his piece of parchment.
Regulus opened the door and was immediately pounced on by Sirius. “Gods! It drives me MAD not to be able to touch you!” He kissed Reg so hard that his teeth split Reg’s lower lip. Reg was a bit taken aback by the ferocity of Sirius’ greeting, but the salty taste in his mouth, combined with Sirius’ tongue caressing his, drove all other thoughts from his mind.
“I know,” Reg moaned into Sirius’ mouth, nibbling on his lips. “It seems so unfair to have to watch you from a distance.” His fingers twined in Sirius’ hair and he tilted his head as Sirius ran a line of kisses down his neck.
“I get hard just looking at you,” Sirius whispered to brother, panting as Reg licked his ears. They were particularly sensitive, and Sirius shivered with delight.
“You get even harder when I do this,” Reg told him with a wicked little grin, rubbing his hand up and down the front of Sirius’ trousers. Sirius moaned in agreement and began to undo Reg’s flies. Reg groaned happily as Sirius slid his hand down into his Y-fronts, fondling his bulging hard-on. Reg reciprocated by slowly undoing Sirius’ belt and easing his trousers down. Rubbing Sirius’ thighs, he lowered them so Sirius could step out. On his knees, Reg took Sirius’ hard cock into his mouth, sucking gently, and brushing the very tip with feathery little kisses that made his brother gasp with pleasure.
“Not yet,” Sirius said hoarsely. Reg looked up in alarm.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
“No, I was just thinking you’ve got far too many clothes on,” Sirius replied.
“Why, so I do,” Reg said in mock amazement, standing. “What do you propose we do about it?”
“How about this?” Sirius whispered, easing Reg’s shirt over his head, caressing his back as he did so. Sirius bit Reg’s shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark and Reg winced, but he didn’t really mind. Having Sirius mark him like that was a wonderful feeling. Sirius rubbed his fingers down Reg’s spine, teasingly slipping his finger under the waistband of his trousers. It made a delectable tickling sensation and Reg arched with pleasure. He removed Sirius’ shirt and dipped his head to Sirius’ nipples licking and sucking them, and Sirius moaned. Sirius moved his hands to Reg’s waist, tugging down his pants. He removed them slowly, stopping to lick and rub his brother’s thighs as he removed the inconvenient clothing. Now both completely naked, Sirius and Regulus eyed each other for a moment. Then they lunged at each other, hands groping, lips and tongues kissing and licking in carnal abandon.
“No, wait,” Sirius gasped. “On the bed before we fall over.” He tugged Reg over to the bed and gently pushed him down. Reg shivered with delight and Sirius gave a wolfish grin.
He leaned forward and covered the head of Reg’s cock with his mouth, making a humming noise as he sucked and licked. The vibrations Sirius’ mouth made nearly put Reg over the edge and he began to thrust into Sirius’ mouth, his breath becoming hoarse and ragged.
Sirius stopped. “Oh, not yet, brother mine. I want this one to last.” He drew back. “I’m going to kiss you from the top of your head to the soles of your feet.” And suiting actions to words, he straddled Reg’s chest. And began kissing his forehead and cheeks. He lingered a bit over Reg’s mouth, their tongues twining like serpents. Sirius continued down Reg’s body, licking and stroking, with lips and hands, until Reg was almost incoherent. Reg wanted to reciprocate, but Sirius held him to down. When he had given Reg’s feet a thorough licking (which tickled and made Reg giggle, which made Sirius even harder in response) he sat back.
“I have a surprise for you Reg,” he murmured. “But you’ll have to close your eyes.”
“Just let me come,” Reg panted. “I want to explode all over you.”
“All in good time,” Sirius answered maddeningly. “Now close your eyes.”
Reg gave in to the inevitable and closed his eyes. Sirius checked to make sure he wasn’t peeking, and with a low chuckle, waved his wand. Reg heard the clink of something metallic appearing on the floor, but his thoughts were soon concentrated on the wonderful feel of Sirius’ mouth on his cock. Sirius lapped at the head, and ran his fingers slowly up and down the underside of Reg’s shaft, moving with agonizing slowness. Reg gave up trying to get him to move faster when Sirius slapped at his hips as he tried to thrust himself deeper. Reg groaned in want and pleasure as Sirius fondled his balls, caressing the soft spot underneath that was Reg’s particular sensitive area. His breathing was starting to become ragged again as he neared his release. Sirius then gave him the shock of his life when he placed ice-cold hands around Reg’s balls. The unexpectedness startled Reg so much, it stopped him from coming.
“Sirius, what are you doing?” he asked in a strangled voice.
“Shhhhh,” Sirius soothed him. Just let me…” And he began to rub Reg’s cock with ice! It was agonizing, and Reg tried to pull away.
Sirius assured him: “Let me do this,” he told his brother. I promise it’ll be worth it.”
Reg gave in and Sirius continued to rub until Reg was totally numb. He then turned and told Reg to mount him from behind. Reg, eyes gleaming now, did as he was instructed. His frigid shaft and Sirius’ hot opening combined to make it one of the most overwhelming sensations Reg had ever felt. He could feel the slick coldness as he plunged in and out of Sirius’ arse. Sirius was twitching and whimpering, clearly enjoying the unexpected sensation himself. Reg, driven to the ultimate distraction by his brother’s cries and his own movement, soon exploded in the most intense orgasm he’d ever had. He collapsed across Sirius’ back in exquisite agony. Reg reached around, and with his fist, pumped Sirius cock once, twice, three times until Sirius exploded with his own intense release, gushing over Reg’s hand and arm. His leg wouldn’t support him and he collapsed as well, Reg sprawled on top of him, licking Sirius’ come off his fingers.
“My God!” Reg whispered. “That was amazing. Sirius you will never come up with anything better than that!” His eyes were intensely gazing at Sirius.
Sirius rolled over and twisted until he and Reg were facing each other.
“Aha, a challenge,” he drawled. “Happy Christmas Reg,” Sirius said, laughing.
Author: sholmes87
Pairing: Sirius/Regulus
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Who says colds are bad?
Authors notes: As always, I'm indebted to rubytuesday1313 for her beta-ing and comments. I couldn't do it without her! Your comments, criticisms and feedback are always welcome.
They wouldn’t sit together. Even though there were fewer than a dozen students staying at Hogwarts over the Christmas holidays. Even though Headmaster Dumbledore had wanted everyone to sit round a smaller table (“more cozy,” he had said). But Sirius and Regulus Black had adamantly refused to even consider the matter. Dumbledore had sighed deeply and capitulated and now the ten remaining students were scattered around the tables in the Great Hall, looking lost in the huge room with its enchanted ceiling.
Sirius sat in solitary splendour, the only Gryffindor remaining at school. Everyone was ignoring him. The three Slytherins (including his brother) because they went out of their way to ignore Gryffindors when they weren’t trying to maim them. But the Huflepuffs and Ravenclaws were ignoring him too. Because of Sirius, they were grouped around one end of the Hufflepuff table, talking quietly. It was mainly because of Sirius they had to sit in this echoingly empty room instead of a small one off the main hall that was usually reserved for important guests. But Sirius had flat-out refused to budge. He wasn’t going to sit anywhere NEAR his brother, and that was the end of it!
Got to keep up appearances, he thought to himself as he looked up from his plate. He glanced surreptitiously around the room to make sure no one was watching him. The other students were all involved with their dinners and the remaining Professors were having their own pre-Christmas celebration in the staff room.
So Sirius was free to stare at his brother. He never got tired of it. Reg’s face was squarer than Sirius’ and his chin was more pointed. Sirius longed to be smothering Reg’s face with kisses, cupping that chin in his hand.
Regulus leaned forward to listen more closely to what one of his table-mates was saying, a flop of black hair falling in his eyes as he did so.
Sirius’ fingers itched to push it back over his ears, to run his fingers through the silky softness of Reg’s hair. He ached to feel Regulus’ wonderful tongue tracing ribbons of fire down his torso and belly.
Sirius squirmed awkwardly on the bench. He was getting a raging hard-on just from looking at his brother. Regulus, feeling Sirius’ gaze, looked up. Sirius licked his lips lasciviously and Reg flushed, unable to mistake his brother’s intention even from across the room. Reg nodded, as if agreeing with what his fellow Slytherin was saying, and rubbed his ear. That was their signal that they would meet later. Sirius bolted the rest of his dinner and fled the room with a clatter. The other students looked at him, the Slytherins with contempt and the rest with mild disapproval.
Sirius left a hastily scrawled piece of parchment with directions to tonight’s rendezvous point in the statue of Uric the Oddball. A fast concealment charm hid it from other eyes. Regulus would read and destroy the note on the way to their assignation. Sirius, who knew all the nooks and crannies of the castle, knew exactly what type of room he needed for tonight. He almost ran to the one he had chosen, a small windowless chamber on the inner third floor. He slammed into the room, putting a locking charm on the door after he hastily shut it. It would open for Regulus and then relock, eliminating the chance of anyone else entering. Sirius panted as he surveyed the room again. It was rather dusty, but that was a trivial concern to him, as was the scarcity of furniture. A single battered chair and a warped desk were the only fixtures the room contained.
Sirius conjured up a candle, lit it and set it on the desk. Turning slowly, grinning hugely in anticipation, he transfigured the desk into a bed. They had decided not to use cots anymore, after the last one collapsed under them, resulting in a sprained wrist for Regulus and a nasty bump on the head for Sirius. He closed his eyes and gave a huge smile of satisfaction, knowing he’d be satisfied in a much more delightful manner very soon.
Regulus left the Great Hall with deliberate slowness, still talking with his friends. If they noticed he seemed distracted, they didn’t mention it.
“Think I’ll wander up to the Astronomy tower,” he said casually. “Have a bit of a look at the stars before I turn in.” Inside, he was seething with impatience to get to Sirius.
“Are you mad?” Kirke enquired incredulously. “It’s bloody freezing up there!”
Regulus knew that and had purposely chosen it as his excuse precisely because no one would want to come with him. “Yeah, well, a bit of a walk will help settle my dinner. And cold’s supposed to build character,” Reg remarked offhandedly.
“Get much more character than that and you’ll be in the running with Dumbledore,” Kirke told him.
“Better you than me,” Hollister said. “If you’re not back in the morning, we’ll drag your body down to thaw by the fire.” They all laughed at this, Reg rather half-heartedly. He gave a cheerful wave and made a beeline for Uric the Oddball and his piece of parchment.
Regulus opened the door and was immediately pounced on by Sirius. “Gods! It drives me MAD not to be able to touch you!” He kissed Reg so hard that his teeth split Reg’s lower lip. Reg was a bit taken aback by the ferocity of Sirius’ greeting, but the salty taste in his mouth, combined with Sirius’ tongue caressing his, drove all other thoughts from his mind.
“I know,” Reg moaned into Sirius’ mouth, nibbling on his lips. “It seems so unfair to have to watch you from a distance.” His fingers twined in Sirius’ hair and he tilted his head as Sirius ran a line of kisses down his neck.
“I get hard just looking at you,” Sirius whispered to brother, panting as Reg licked his ears. They were particularly sensitive, and Sirius shivered with delight.
“You get even harder when I do this,” Reg told him with a wicked little grin, rubbing his hand up and down the front of Sirius’ trousers. Sirius moaned in agreement and began to undo Reg’s flies. Reg groaned happily as Sirius slid his hand down into his Y-fronts, fondling his bulging hard-on. Reg reciprocated by slowly undoing Sirius’ belt and easing his trousers down. Rubbing Sirius’ thighs, he lowered them so Sirius could step out. On his knees, Reg took Sirius’ hard cock into his mouth, sucking gently, and brushing the very tip with feathery little kisses that made his brother gasp with pleasure.
“Not yet,” Sirius said hoarsely. Reg looked up in alarm.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
“No, I was just thinking you’ve got far too many clothes on,” Sirius replied.
“Why, so I do,” Reg said in mock amazement, standing. “What do you propose we do about it?”
“How about this?” Sirius whispered, easing Reg’s shirt over his head, caressing his back as he did so. Sirius bit Reg’s shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark and Reg winced, but he didn’t really mind. Having Sirius mark him like that was a wonderful feeling. Sirius rubbed his fingers down Reg’s spine, teasingly slipping his finger under the waistband of his trousers. It made a delectable tickling sensation and Reg arched with pleasure. He removed Sirius’ shirt and dipped his head to Sirius’ nipples licking and sucking them, and Sirius moaned. Sirius moved his hands to Reg’s waist, tugging down his pants. He removed them slowly, stopping to lick and rub his brother’s thighs as he removed the inconvenient clothing. Now both completely naked, Sirius and Regulus eyed each other for a moment. Then they lunged at each other, hands groping, lips and tongues kissing and licking in carnal abandon.
“No, wait,” Sirius gasped. “On the bed before we fall over.” He tugged Reg over to the bed and gently pushed him down. Reg shivered with delight and Sirius gave a wolfish grin.
He leaned forward and covered the head of Reg’s cock with his mouth, making a humming noise as he sucked and licked. The vibrations Sirius’ mouth made nearly put Reg over the edge and he began to thrust into Sirius’ mouth, his breath becoming hoarse and ragged.
Sirius stopped. “Oh, not yet, brother mine. I want this one to last.” He drew back. “I’m going to kiss you from the top of your head to the soles of your feet.” And suiting actions to words, he straddled Reg’s chest. And began kissing his forehead and cheeks. He lingered a bit over Reg’s mouth, their tongues twining like serpents. Sirius continued down Reg’s body, licking and stroking, with lips and hands, until Reg was almost incoherent. Reg wanted to reciprocate, but Sirius held him to down. When he had given Reg’s feet a thorough licking (which tickled and made Reg giggle, which made Sirius even harder in response) he sat back.
“I have a surprise for you Reg,” he murmured. “But you’ll have to close your eyes.”
“Just let me come,” Reg panted. “I want to explode all over you.”
“All in good time,” Sirius answered maddeningly. “Now close your eyes.”
Reg gave in to the inevitable and closed his eyes. Sirius checked to make sure he wasn’t peeking, and with a low chuckle, waved his wand. Reg heard the clink of something metallic appearing on the floor, but his thoughts were soon concentrated on the wonderful feel of Sirius’ mouth on his cock. Sirius lapped at the head, and ran his fingers slowly up and down the underside of Reg’s shaft, moving with agonizing slowness. Reg gave up trying to get him to move faster when Sirius slapped at his hips as he tried to thrust himself deeper. Reg groaned in want and pleasure as Sirius fondled his balls, caressing the soft spot underneath that was Reg’s particular sensitive area. His breathing was starting to become ragged again as he neared his release. Sirius then gave him the shock of his life when he placed ice-cold hands around Reg’s balls. The unexpectedness startled Reg so much, it stopped him from coming.
“Sirius, what are you doing?” he asked in a strangled voice.
“Shhhhh,” Sirius soothed him. Just let me…” And he began to rub Reg’s cock with ice! It was agonizing, and Reg tried to pull away.
Sirius assured him: “Let me do this,” he told his brother. I promise it’ll be worth it.”
Reg gave in and Sirius continued to rub until Reg was totally numb. He then turned and told Reg to mount him from behind. Reg, eyes gleaming now, did as he was instructed. His frigid shaft and Sirius’ hot opening combined to make it one of the most overwhelming sensations Reg had ever felt. He could feel the slick coldness as he plunged in and out of Sirius’ arse. Sirius was twitching and whimpering, clearly enjoying the unexpected sensation himself. Reg, driven to the ultimate distraction by his brother’s cries and his own movement, soon exploded in the most intense orgasm he’d ever had. He collapsed across Sirius’ back in exquisite agony. Reg reached around, and with his fist, pumped Sirius cock once, twice, three times until Sirius exploded with his own intense release, gushing over Reg’s hand and arm. His leg wouldn’t support him and he collapsed as well, Reg sprawled on top of him, licking Sirius’ come off his fingers.
“My God!” Reg whispered. “That was amazing. Sirius you will never come up with anything better than that!” His eyes were intensely gazing at Sirius.
Sirius rolled over and twisted until he and Reg were facing each other.
“Aha, a challenge,” he drawled. “Happy Christmas Reg,” Sirius said, laughing.