Harry Potter: Sirius/Regulus
Title: scattered petals
Author: trixie
Theme: intimacy
Rating: pg-13, plus incest warning...
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intimacy
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Of course, when he heard the footsteps, he knew exactly who it was. So, he didn't bother sitting up, or putting out his cigarette.
"What are you doing down here, Reg? You should be up there," Sirius pointed to the ceiling, above which were the Slytherin stands. "Cheering your bruisers on to victory, right?" He kicked Regulus lightly in the leg before sitting down next to him.
"Shouldn't you be up there," he pointed off vaguely in the direction he thought the Gryffindor stands were. "Cheering on… whoever the hell we're playing?"
Sirius laughed, and pulled the cigarette out from Regulus' lips. "Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw. How can you not know who you're playing?" He tapped Regulus on the nose, grinning.
Regulus pulled his cigarette back, taking a long drag. "Be~cause. Quidditch is the singularly most boring sport. Ever. Invented." He tapped Sirius on the nose with each pause, and then blew his smoke in Sirius' face.
"Bite your tongue," Sirius laughed, grabbing the cigarette back. He took a drag, and then dropped it to the ground, stamping it out.
"You bite it for me," Regulus laughed, sticking his tongue out.
Sirius complied, leaning over and catching Regulus' tongue between his teeth. He put his hands on Regulus' hips, shifting over for a better position.
Regulus reached up to grab a strand of Sirius' hair, grinning.
"What a delinquent my little brother has become! Skipping out on Quidditch to smoke. Kissing strange boys under the grandstands. What would Mother think?" He winked, and slipped his arms around Regulus loosely.
Regulus ran his fingers through Sirius' hair. "I find it best not to think about Mother while kissing strange boys. Much less change of gagging."
Sirius laughed, and put his head down on Regulus' shoulder. "You might be leading me astray, you know. I could be being a good little student, and be cheering Ravenclaw on to victory."
"You can still go," Regulus offered loftily, his fingers clutching at Sirius' robes. "Hardly got you chained down here."
Sirius leaned up, looking down into Regulus' eyes. He stared down into Regulus' eyes for long, heart-thudding moments, and then he kissed Regulus softly. "Dunno about that, Reg. I think you've put a spell on me."
Regulus blinked. "Please, for the love of all that is holy, do not tell me you just gave me the magical world's cheesiest pickup line?"
"What, that's it? I thought the cheesiest one was 'Is that your wand in your pocket or are you…'"
Laughing, Regulus stuffed his hand over Sirius' mouth. "You know, you're sexier when you keep your mouth shut."
Sirius mumbled something, getting Regulus' hand wet, so he pulled it away. "We'll be severely limited if I'm to keep my mouth shut…"
"Prove to me that it's worth letting you open your mouth," Regulus demanded, smirking.
Sirius very slowly leaned up to kiss Regulus' forehead. "Watch me, brat. You'll learn something."
Regulus rolled his eyes, but he certainly didn't do anything to deter Sirius.
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Author: trixie
Theme: intimacy
Rating: pg-13, plus incest warning...
~*~
intimacy
~*~
Of course, when he heard the footsteps, he knew exactly who it was. So, he didn't bother sitting up, or putting out his cigarette.
"What are you doing down here, Reg? You should be up there," Sirius pointed to the ceiling, above which were the Slytherin stands. "Cheering your bruisers on to victory, right?" He kicked Regulus lightly in the leg before sitting down next to him.
"Shouldn't you be up there," he pointed off vaguely in the direction he thought the Gryffindor stands were. "Cheering on… whoever the hell we're playing?"
Sirius laughed, and pulled the cigarette out from Regulus' lips. "Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw. How can you not know who you're playing?" He tapped Regulus on the nose, grinning.
Regulus pulled his cigarette back, taking a long drag. "Be~cause. Quidditch is the singularly most boring sport. Ever. Invented." He tapped Sirius on the nose with each pause, and then blew his smoke in Sirius' face.
"Bite your tongue," Sirius laughed, grabbing the cigarette back. He took a drag, and then dropped it to the ground, stamping it out.
"You bite it for me," Regulus laughed, sticking his tongue out.
Sirius complied, leaning over and catching Regulus' tongue between his teeth. He put his hands on Regulus' hips, shifting over for a better position.
Regulus reached up to grab a strand of Sirius' hair, grinning.
"What a delinquent my little brother has become! Skipping out on Quidditch to smoke. Kissing strange boys under the grandstands. What would Mother think?" He winked, and slipped his arms around Regulus loosely.
Regulus ran his fingers through Sirius' hair. "I find it best not to think about Mother while kissing strange boys. Much less change of gagging."
Sirius laughed, and put his head down on Regulus' shoulder. "You might be leading me astray, you know. I could be being a good little student, and be cheering Ravenclaw on to victory."
"You can still go," Regulus offered loftily, his fingers clutching at Sirius' robes. "Hardly got you chained down here."
Sirius leaned up, looking down into Regulus' eyes. He stared down into Regulus' eyes for long, heart-thudding moments, and then he kissed Regulus softly. "Dunno about that, Reg. I think you've put a spell on me."
Regulus blinked. "Please, for the love of all that is holy, do not tell me you just gave me the magical world's cheesiest pickup line?"
"What, that's it? I thought the cheesiest one was 'Is that your wand in your pocket or are you…'"
Laughing, Regulus stuffed his hand over Sirius' mouth. "You know, you're sexier when you keep your mouth shut."
Sirius mumbled something, getting Regulus' hand wet, so he pulled it away. "We'll be severely limited if I'm to keep my mouth shut…"
"Prove to me that it's worth letting you open your mouth," Regulus demanded, smirking.
Sirius very slowly leaned up to kiss Regulus' forehead. "Watch me, brat. You'll learn something."
Regulus rolled his eyes, but he certainly didn't do anything to deter Sirius.
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