Fic: Blackmail (Sirius/Regulus, R)
Title: Blackmail
Author: mocking
Pairing: Sirius Black/Regulus Black
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: R for language, implied sexual activity and Regulus' pointy-bits.
Word Count: 802
Warnings: This story does hint at possible incest between the brothers, snogging of other boys, and cross-dressing.
Regulus was a third year when he lost his virginity. With a smirk he remembered that it was nothing important, some French girl he had met on a family vacation who had trouble keeping her panties on. She even managed to slip the laced garment into his pocket while he wasn't looking, and as a token of his manly hood, he kept them. Sirius knew this of course, knew he kept them stashed just behind his boxers in the top drawer of the night stand next to his bed but never said a word. And wouldn't have, either, until that unfortunate day Regulus flashed the crumbled parchment that confessed his love to a muggle-born werewolf in his face and smugly grinned down at him. It was only obvious a tension had grown between the boys once Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor, and Regulus was looking for any gap he could slip into to make himself look better. This was just another way of Regulus forcing himself a step forward, and Sirius two steps back. It'd only be a matter of time until he was considered the only Black son.
"Give it back," Sirius warned in a hateful tone, and as he narrowed his eyes he suddenly launched himself toward his brother. A hiss of pain was given as he caught Regulus by the arm and twisted it up behind his back, forcing him down onto the bed as he snatched the parchment away from him. "I warned you, Reggie. I fucking warned you, did you not hear it? Are your ignorant house mates rubbing off on you that bloody much that you've become deaf?" Regulus wasn't sure of an answer that would clearly state exactly how he felt at that moment, but with a grunt he elbowed Sirius in the jaw and was dropped. Actions always did speak louder than words.
"You little shit!" Sirius roared then and snatched a fistful of his brother's hair, turning him around and quickly shoving him back against the wall. Regulus managed to edge a knee between his legs and thrust it up against his balls, grinding it against them in a forceful manner. With a gasp that was laced with a strange mix of pleasure and pain, Sirius halted his actions and settled both hands on either side of his brother's head, gazing down at him as he began to pant. "Are your pathetic mudblood house mates rubbing off on you that bloody much that you've become a whore?" Regulus cooed, finally having a chance to speak as he met his brother's gaze. A smile laced Regulus' features as he arched his thigh and rubbed Sirius below, who was now giving a purr of contentment somewhere in the back of his throat. So, he didn't deny it. Sirius had other plans, however, and with a smile of his own he ripped off his brother's trousers and shoved him face-first against his desk, forcing his cheek against the wood as he rocked his hips forward against his brother's boxer-covered arse. "I'm a whore, hm? Perhaps.."
Regulus couldn't decide whether to grind himself back against Sirius' cock and forget what he had said, or rub it in his brother's face that he knew exactly what he was; a desperate whore who was secretly shagging a werewolf. If that wasn't so disgusting, it might have turned him on. When a hand reached down and fisted his hair, Regulus chose to keep his mouth shut. After all, he was at the bottom, and there was no sense in pissing off his brother too entirely much. He could always taunt him about it later, anyway. Sirius leaned down, frowning slightly as it was obvious Regulus was thinking. He licked his brother's ear and drew it into his mouth, moaning teasingly against it as he rocked his hips forward, hard. "I don't know, Regulus, you seem to like this too much for me not to consider you one.." With a gentle stroke down Regulus back, Sirius kicked his legs apart, and removed his boxers. "But a whore needs her proper attire, right?"
After a moment of some hissing, flailing arms, and a struggle, Sirius smiled down at his brother who was just now coming to terms with wearing the laced panties. Regulus would have punched him had he still not been bent over his brother's desk, and already dripping with anticipation of being fucked. Sirius knew this, too, just as he seemed to know everything Regulus was up to, or thinking, and with a smile he withdrew completely. Without a word he snatched the camera off to the side, and snapped a quick shot of Regulus, bent over his desk with his legs firmly apart and his arse covered in the red cloth, his cheeks flush. "Now what was that you were attempting earlier? Blackmail?"
Author: mocking
Pairing: Sirius Black/Regulus Black
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: R for language, implied sexual activity and Regulus' pointy-bits.
Word Count: 802
Warnings: This story does hint at possible incest between the brothers, snogging of other boys, and cross-dressing.
Regulus was a third year when he lost his virginity. With a smirk he remembered that it was nothing important, some French girl he had met on a family vacation who had trouble keeping her panties on. She even managed to slip the laced garment into his pocket while he wasn't looking, and as a token of his manly hood, he kept them. Sirius knew this of course, knew he kept them stashed just behind his boxers in the top drawer of the night stand next to his bed but never said a word. And wouldn't have, either, until that unfortunate day Regulus flashed the crumbled parchment that confessed his love to a muggle-born werewolf in his face and smugly grinned down at him. It was only obvious a tension had grown between the boys once Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor, and Regulus was looking for any gap he could slip into to make himself look better. This was just another way of Regulus forcing himself a step forward, and Sirius two steps back. It'd only be a matter of time until he was considered the only Black son.
"Give it back," Sirius warned in a hateful tone, and as he narrowed his eyes he suddenly launched himself toward his brother. A hiss of pain was given as he caught Regulus by the arm and twisted it up behind his back, forcing him down onto the bed as he snatched the parchment away from him. "I warned you, Reggie. I fucking warned you, did you not hear it? Are your ignorant house mates rubbing off on you that bloody much that you've become deaf?" Regulus wasn't sure of an answer that would clearly state exactly how he felt at that moment, but with a grunt he elbowed Sirius in the jaw and was dropped. Actions always did speak louder than words.
"You little shit!" Sirius roared then and snatched a fistful of his brother's hair, turning him around and quickly shoving him back against the wall. Regulus managed to edge a knee between his legs and thrust it up against his balls, grinding it against them in a forceful manner. With a gasp that was laced with a strange mix of pleasure and pain, Sirius halted his actions and settled both hands on either side of his brother's head, gazing down at him as he began to pant. "Are your pathetic mudblood house mates rubbing off on you that bloody much that you've become a whore?" Regulus cooed, finally having a chance to speak as he met his brother's gaze. A smile laced Regulus' features as he arched his thigh and rubbed Sirius below, who was now giving a purr of contentment somewhere in the back of his throat. So, he didn't deny it. Sirius had other plans, however, and with a smile of his own he ripped off his brother's trousers and shoved him face-first against his desk, forcing his cheek against the wood as he rocked his hips forward against his brother's boxer-covered arse. "I'm a whore, hm? Perhaps.."
Regulus couldn't decide whether to grind himself back against Sirius' cock and forget what he had said, or rub it in his brother's face that he knew exactly what he was; a desperate whore who was secretly shagging a werewolf. If that wasn't so disgusting, it might have turned him on. When a hand reached down and fisted his hair, Regulus chose to keep his mouth shut. After all, he was at the bottom, and there was no sense in pissing off his brother too entirely much. He could always taunt him about it later, anyway. Sirius leaned down, frowning slightly as it was obvious Regulus was thinking. He licked his brother's ear and drew it into his mouth, moaning teasingly against it as he rocked his hips forward, hard. "I don't know, Regulus, you seem to like this too much for me not to consider you one.." With a gentle stroke down Regulus back, Sirius kicked his legs apart, and removed his boxers. "But a whore needs her proper attire, right?"
After a moment of some hissing, flailing arms, and a struggle, Sirius smiled down at his brother who was just now coming to terms with wearing the laced panties. Regulus would have punched him had he still not been bent over his brother's desk, and already dripping with anticipation of being fucked. Sirius knew this, too, just as he seemed to know everything Regulus was up to, or thinking, and with a smile he withdrew completely. Without a word he snatched the camera off to the side, and snapped a quick shot of Regulus, bent over his desk with his legs firmly apart and his arse covered in the red cloth, his cheeks flush. "Now what was that you were attempting earlier? Blackmail?"