Ficlet | Compliance
Title: Compliance
Challenge: Harry Potter Anonymous Kink Meme
Prompt: james I/regulus: angry wall!sex under the invisibility cape; james doing the fucking.
Pairing: James/Regulus, 1978
Summary: A collision happens in the Prefect's bathroom.
Rating: R
Warning: Dubcon. Boys are of age in GB.
Word Count: ~ 650
A/N: For nk_aoede. No cape, but imagine it. And I disclaim the characters.
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“Barty?” Regulus asked.
“Not exactly," James said.
“What? You can’t be here!”
“Prefect’s bathroom, isn’t it? Head Boy's discretion to go where he likes, right?”
“A Slytherin Prefect’s bathroom, you twat.”
“Did you just call me a cunt, Regulus?”
“Get sodding out, Potter.”
“What do you know about cunts, anyway? Possibly Barty has one, but then I’d be more confused than I already am why you're here waiting for him.”
“Potter. I'm warning you.”
“Oh, are you? What are you going to do, beat the shite out of me, Regulus?”
“I-”
“No, of course not. You won’t hit me because if you do, you know who has to know, right? And you don’t want me to tell him, do you?”
“Fuck off. Fuck right off.”
“You don’t even have your wand. It’s in its bloody stupid holster there on the counter. Caught without defenses. Very careless.”
“Touch me and I’ll tell him everything myself. How my cock up your arse finally made a man out of you. How would you like him knowing that?”
"You're the shite hunter now, eh Black?”
"Oh, that's what you call it? Funny. It sounded different when you begged for me to be up to my balls in you. Is that what you'd like him to know?”
“He’ll never know because that’s a lie. You’re the one getting fucked.”
James swiftly grabbed the top of Regulus’ trousers and tore at the closure and fly, buttons popped and the fabric ripped down the middle.
“You really are an arse, Po-”
Then James was close enough to open Regulus’ mouth with his own, angrily at first because the soft, wide mouth didn’t respond.
Punishment. James would punish him for making him queer. Which he wasn't.
He felt Regulus’ dry, resistant lips subside, and when they submitted, eager sucks and nips lapped wetly back at James’ own mouth.
Compliance.
This would not do, either. Regulus’ willingness incited James’ annoyance, and pushing down his trousers and pants, he clutched Regulus’ tightened balls below in his hand. Regulus slapped his hand over James' and squeezed back.
Personal penance, is it? No. James swatted away Regulus.
Scratching at his own crotch now, James felt Regulus’ frantic, fumbling attempt to return the punishment measure for measure. James clapped his hand onto Regulus' wrist and twisted. In this same motion, James turned and propelled him face first against the wall. He startled to hear Regulus' impact clash with a small ‘ow’. He'd been struck in the face by a mirror’s frame.
“I’m sorry,” James whispered into Regulus' ear and yanked too roughly his hair where the longer strands fell on his neck.
“Now there’s a lie.”
“You’re hard, you nance.” James stroked Regulus’ cock twice quickly to the side, glimpsing a peep of its smooth pink and crimson head. “You wanted this.”
James saw blood, bubbled and pooled, under Regulus’ nose, and he shook the sight from his head. He hadn't intended to hurt him.
“Fucked rotten, Regulus. That's what you want.”
“I don’t want to be hurt.”
“Oh, it’ll hurt,” James said, fetching out his own prick and balls through his open trouser fly. He squeezed both slightly to release the explosive tension. James' heartbeat thudding against his hand as he wrapped his palm around his cock was enough to bring him off. He needed to move quickly.
“And that's a right lie, anyway.”
“What?” Regulus sounded confused, then he choked Jesus, and James was inside.
James slapped his hand on the wall inches away from Regulus’ face, sweat glistened and pressed sideways into the tile, his expression like crumpled parchment.
Pushing his hips, Regulus parted in tight welcome for James as he glided in to his hilt. “You like to be hurt, Black. I’ll bloody ruin you.”
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Challenge: Harry Potter Anonymous Kink Meme
Prompt: james I/regulus: angry wall!sex under the invisibility cape; james doing the fucking.
Pairing: James/Regulus, 1978
Summary: A collision happens in the Prefect's bathroom.
Rating: R
Warning: Dubcon. Boys are of age in GB.
Word Count: ~ 650
A/N: For nk_aoede. No cape, but imagine it. And I disclaim the characters.
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“Barty?” Regulus asked.
“Not exactly," James said.
“What? You can’t be here!”
“Prefect’s bathroom, isn’t it? Head Boy's discretion to go where he likes, right?”
“A Slytherin Prefect’s bathroom, you twat.”
“Did you just call me a cunt, Regulus?”
“Get sodding out, Potter.”
“What do you know about cunts, anyway? Possibly Barty has one, but then I’d be more confused than I already am why you're here waiting for him.”
“Potter. I'm warning you.”
“Oh, are you? What are you going to do, beat the shite out of me, Regulus?”
“I-”
“No, of course not. You won’t hit me because if you do, you know who has to know, right? And you don’t want me to tell him, do you?”
“Fuck off. Fuck right off.”
“You don’t even have your wand. It’s in its bloody stupid holster there on the counter. Caught without defenses. Very careless.”
“Touch me and I’ll tell him everything myself. How my cock up your arse finally made a man out of you. How would you like him knowing that?”
"You're the shite hunter now, eh Black?”
"Oh, that's what you call it? Funny. It sounded different when you begged for me to be up to my balls in you. Is that what you'd like him to know?”
“He’ll never know because that’s a lie. You’re the one getting fucked.”
James swiftly grabbed the top of Regulus’ trousers and tore at the closure and fly, buttons popped and the fabric ripped down the middle.
“You really are an arse, Po-”
Then James was close enough to open Regulus’ mouth with his own, angrily at first because the soft, wide mouth didn’t respond.
Punishment. James would punish him for making him queer. Which he wasn't.
He felt Regulus’ dry, resistant lips subside, and when they submitted, eager sucks and nips lapped wetly back at James’ own mouth.
Compliance.
This would not do, either. Regulus’ willingness incited James’ annoyance, and pushing down his trousers and pants, he clutched Regulus’ tightened balls below in his hand. Regulus slapped his hand over James' and squeezed back.
Personal penance, is it? No. James swatted away Regulus.
Scratching at his own crotch now, James felt Regulus’ frantic, fumbling attempt to return the punishment measure for measure. James clapped his hand onto Regulus' wrist and twisted. In this same motion, James turned and propelled him face first against the wall. He startled to hear Regulus' impact clash with a small ‘ow’. He'd been struck in the face by a mirror’s frame.
“I’m sorry,” James whispered into Regulus' ear and yanked too roughly his hair where the longer strands fell on his neck.
“Now there’s a lie.”
“You’re hard, you nance.” James stroked Regulus’ cock twice quickly to the side, glimpsing a peep of its smooth pink and crimson head. “You wanted this.”
James saw blood, bubbled and pooled, under Regulus’ nose, and he shook the sight from his head. He hadn't intended to hurt him.
“Fucked rotten, Regulus. That's what you want.”
“I don’t want to be hurt.”
“Oh, it’ll hurt,” James said, fetching out his own prick and balls through his open trouser fly. He squeezed both slightly to release the explosive tension. James' heartbeat thudding against his hand as he wrapped his palm around his cock was enough to bring him off. He needed to move quickly.
“And that's a right lie, anyway.”
“What?” Regulus sounded confused, then he choked Jesus, and James was inside.
James slapped his hand on the wall inches away from Regulus’ face, sweat glistened and pressed sideways into the tile, his expression like crumpled parchment.
Pushing his hips, Regulus parted in tight welcome for James as he glided in to his hilt. “You like to be hurt, Black. I’ll bloody ruin you.”
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