Plot? Who cares about Plot?
Title: Night Cap
Pairing: Severus Snape/Regulus Black
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1834
Summery: Of the plot, eh? Regulus visits Severus in his guest room to discuss the future and enjoy the present.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to JK Rowling.
Author's Notes: Thousand thanks to tealturtlequeen for the beta.
Severus heard a knock on his door while he was just pushing back his sheets in order to slip into bed. With a small sigh he walked to the door and opened it. Regulus pushed past him.
"You think this is a decent time for a visit," Severus said while closing the door.
"You wouldn't want the others to see me, would you?" Regulus asked and sat on Severus' bed with a bright smile. "I'm sorry, I was held up by my dear cousin." He was serious for a second before he smiled again, taking out a flask from the inside pocket of his robes and kicking his shoes off. "Let's have a night cap!"
"Night cap ... do you ever go to bed without a night cap?" Severus said as he walked over to his bed to sit down beside Regulus.
"Not with you." Regulus bent over to kiss Severus on the lips. He lingered mere millimetres from Severus with his mouth half-open, as if waiting for the approval of his actions.
"Give me the flask then."
It was a game seducing Severus - each time. Regulus was amused by it but wished it didn’t have to be like this all the time. Since Severus had left school they didn't see each other very often and the uncertainty became less and less agreeable. At least he never told Regulus to piss off, though - well, never in a way that implied that he meant it.
It was lucky that Rudolphus had his own house and that they often stayed there, planning the revolution and having fun. Bella insisted on having him there whenever he could leave Hogwarts, although everybody else thought he was too young. Even Severus had been sceptical . He really should have known that he was a capable wizard, a fighter, anything but a little child. - It made him want to punch Severus, so he punched him in the side.
"What?" Severus pushed him back by his shoulder, so that he had to put his hand on the bed for balance. Severus always overreacted to everything.
"Don't drink the whole whiskey alone." Regulus grabbed the flask and took a gulp, eying Severus defiantly.
Unsurprisingly, Severus got up to get his fags from the pockets of his robes in the wardrobe. He walked back towards Regulus, stretching his arm out in the direction of the bedside-table and his wand soared into his hand. Regulus could do that, too, but he would have never thought of doing it when his wand was so near anyway and when he had an audience. He would have to practise. There was nothing the last real Black couldn't do that some half- blood could, no matter how brilliant said half-blood might have been.
Severus was lighting a fag with his wand and offered it to Regulus. He was obviously in a good mood.
"Thanks," said Regulus smiling
Severus lit another cigarette. "So you talked to Bellatrix."
"As I said."
"About..."
"She hasn't talked to the Dark Lord about me yet," Regulus said indignantly.
"You haven't even graduated."
"What does it matter if I have those ridiculous NEWTs or not?"
"You're a sixth year."
"That's completely besides the point." Regulus' voice was rising. He ashed on the floor. Severus vanished the ash automatically, as always. "The point is, I could fight. I could help the cause instead of wasting my time studying stuff I already know with those mudbloods and half-wits Albus Dumb-ass seems to regard worthy of education. Except for Barty, they hardly know on which end to hold their wands."
Severus lifted an eyebrow. "So Crouch knows how to hold a wand, does he?"
"I..." Regulus giggled despite himself "I am serious here!"
"I didn't join until I graduated."
"I have better connections."
"No, you don't." Severus glared at him through narrow eyes. They both smoked silently.
"Yes, all right, I don't," said Regulus after a pause. "But I know I'm ready."
"I, on the other hand, think that a little preparation wouldn't hurt you." Severus bent forward to take the flask out of Regulus hand, took a sip and put it on the bedside table. Regulus eyed him suspiciously, though half-smiling, unsure if he should expect an attack and in that case, if it was going to be of the unfriendly or friendly kind. The latter would have surely been something new from Severus.
Severus lifted his wand and vanished their cigarettes. Then he immobilized Regulus, who fell back on the bed.
"Hey, you arse!" His head was not petrified. How was that possible.
"Shouldn't you have seen that coming?"
"I didn't see coming what an arse you are."
"Because you are naive."
Regulus frantically tried to move his arms and legs. Suddenly it worked and he ended up kicking Severus in the leg. Encouraged by this unexpected success he grabbed his wand from the pocket of his robes and thought "Expelliarmus."
Severus wand soared in the air behind him. He bent back to conjure it while Regulus leaped on him. They grabbed the wand simultaneously and were quietly wrestling over it, Regulus now sitting on Severus' lap, facing him.
"You can't beat me," Severus said.
"If you can't beat 'em join 'em," Regulus replied, ripping the wand out of Severus hand and throwing it on the floor. Severus grabbed Regulus' wand just in case, but they weren't wrestling over that one.
"Could you beat Alastor Moody?" He emphasized the name in a way that made it sound like that of a fairy tale monster.
"Could you?" There was a pause.
"Yes."
"Shut up" Regulus threw his own wand on the floor as well. He waited a bit too long before he leaned in for a kiss. The pause was almost awkward. He tried to make up for it by kissing Severus all the more passionately and throwing him back on the bed all the more quickly. He started pulling Severus stupid new grey nightshirt up - who would buy something like that? - and realized that it was all he was wearing. Severus seemingly didn't want to be the only naked person present, so he sat himself up a bit and pushed Regulus' blue robes over his shoulders before pulling on his under-robes. Regulus was in his underpants before he could remove Severus' nightshirt completely.
He was still kneeling with a leg on each side of Severus. Severus put a hand down Regulus' underpants to stroke him, his other hand on the bed, holding himself slightly upright. It was what he always did. Regulus wished he would touch him somewhere else - everywhere; he needed more contact. He laid himself on top of Severus and pulled his pants down. He felt both Severus hand and erection on his belly. Kissing Severus, he wished they were lying on the bed in the right direction so that his legs wouldn't stick in the air. He wanted to roll around, but Severus would hate the leg situation even more. Severus would surely want him to get out of the bed, kneel down and blow him, but he needed to have it his way that day. He kneeled up and removed Severus' hand from his cock with amazing willpower and positioned himself lengthwise on the bed.
"Come," he said and smiled, reaching out a hand for Severus.
Severus obeyed easily. He came towards Regulus on all fours and let his hand slide over Regulus' stomach and chest as he positioned himself on top of him, before finally grabbing his cock again and laying down above him. Perfect.
Severus had more hair on his chest than before, Regulus noticed. He grabbed Severus' hip with one hand and pressed his lower body up against him in an unsteady rhythm. His other hand was entangled in Severus' long hair and they snogged messily and without interruption. The kisses tasted like fire-whiskey. The faster Regulus breathed the faster Severus stroked him between them and it didn't take long until he couldn't take it anymore and came, warm and sticky, on both of them.
Regulus lay still, breathing hard, while Severus continued to grind against him rhythmically. Soon he sat up on Regulus legs. He needed to have it his way that day, too, apparently. It was such a ridiculous and simultaneously hot sight: his hair a complete mess from Regulus' touch, his serious look, his huge nostrils flaring from breathing too hard, his hairy, scrawny chest and his hard red cock.
Regulus pulled his legs out from under Severus and kneeled up to kiss him and throw him backwards once more. He grabbed Severus' cock and quickly kissed his way down to it, paying attention to the newly improved chest hair, but not wasting any time.
Severus moaned when he kissed the head of his cock - that didn't happen very often. Regulus was sure that Severus was biting his lips now that he took in as much as he could. He placed one hand on the shaft and the other on Severus' lean stomach, sliding it up to the hairy chest and down again, at the same time sliding his mouth up and down the cock. He tried to hold Severus in place when he began to buck up into Regulus' mouth. Severus was clearly ready to finish but Regulus took a break anyway, enjoying the view, licking the back of the cock and making Severus whimper. There was nothing Regulus enjoyed more than seeing Severus lose control.
He stroked Severus with both hands before taking him in again and moving up and down fast with his cheeks sucked in. He felt liquid splashing against his throat and swallowed three times before pulling back and stroking Severus, who was now pleasantly slick, until he stopped moving.
He knew he couldn't wait too long now or it would get awkward again. His hand spreading the sperm on Severus' body, he lay down beside him and kissed him. Severus kissed back but soon put his hand on Regulus' head to push him away gently. Severus grunted something about sheets and wriggled himself down underneath them. Regulus did the same on his side of the bed. They closed their eyes and lay there next to each other on the wrong end of the bed.
"You can't actually sleep here, you know?"
"I'm not sleeping."
"But soon."
"The light is on."
"Not for long."
Regulus tried to ignore all the noises Severus made from then on, he just needed a little rest. Soon he got curious and he looked up to find Severus leaning against the bed-post, holding the flask and a fag again, his wand lying on his lap.
"You know, such a night cap makes me distinctly sleepy right away. We should take one at my room tomorrow," Regulus said.
"Who knows when you'll show up."
"I'll be there."
"No more cousins to pester?"
"Not this weekend. I'll have more than enough time to change the world later."
A/N: Concrit and everything would be very much appreciated.
Pairing: Severus Snape/Regulus Black
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1834
Summery: Of the plot, eh? Regulus visits Severus in his guest room to discuss the future and enjoy the present.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to JK Rowling.
Author's Notes: Thousand thanks to tealturtlequeen for the beta.
Severus heard a knock on his door while he was just pushing back his sheets in order to slip into bed. With a small sigh he walked to the door and opened it. Regulus pushed past him.
"You think this is a decent time for a visit," Severus said while closing the door.
"You wouldn't want the others to see me, would you?" Regulus asked and sat on Severus' bed with a bright smile. "I'm sorry, I was held up by my dear cousin." He was serious for a second before he smiled again, taking out a flask from the inside pocket of his robes and kicking his shoes off. "Let's have a night cap!"
"Night cap ... do you ever go to bed without a night cap?" Severus said as he walked over to his bed to sit down beside Regulus.
"Not with you." Regulus bent over to kiss Severus on the lips. He lingered mere millimetres from Severus with his mouth half-open, as if waiting for the approval of his actions.
"Give me the flask then."
It was a game seducing Severus - each time. Regulus was amused by it but wished it didn’t have to be like this all the time. Since Severus had left school they didn't see each other very often and the uncertainty became less and less agreeable. At least he never told Regulus to piss off, though - well, never in a way that implied that he meant it.
It was lucky that Rudolphus had his own house and that they often stayed there, planning the revolution and having fun. Bella insisted on having him there whenever he could leave Hogwarts, although everybody else thought he was too young. Even Severus had been sceptical . He really should have known that he was a capable wizard, a fighter, anything but a little child. - It made him want to punch Severus, so he punched him in the side.
"What?" Severus pushed him back by his shoulder, so that he had to put his hand on the bed for balance. Severus always overreacted to everything.
"Don't drink the whole whiskey alone." Regulus grabbed the flask and took a gulp, eying Severus defiantly.
Unsurprisingly, Severus got up to get his fags from the pockets of his robes in the wardrobe. He walked back towards Regulus, stretching his arm out in the direction of the bedside-table and his wand soared into his hand. Regulus could do that, too, but he would have never thought of doing it when his wand was so near anyway and when he had an audience. He would have to practise. There was nothing the last real Black couldn't do that some half- blood could, no matter how brilliant said half-blood might have been.
Severus was lighting a fag with his wand and offered it to Regulus. He was obviously in a good mood.
"Thanks," said Regulus smiling
Severus lit another cigarette. "So you talked to Bellatrix."
"As I said."
"About..."
"She hasn't talked to the Dark Lord about me yet," Regulus said indignantly.
"You haven't even graduated."
"What does it matter if I have those ridiculous NEWTs or not?"
"You're a sixth year."
"That's completely besides the point." Regulus' voice was rising. He ashed on the floor. Severus vanished the ash automatically, as always. "The point is, I could fight. I could help the cause instead of wasting my time studying stuff I already know with those mudbloods and half-wits Albus Dumb-ass seems to regard worthy of education. Except for Barty, they hardly know on which end to hold their wands."
Severus lifted an eyebrow. "So Crouch knows how to hold a wand, does he?"
"I..." Regulus giggled despite himself "I am serious here!"
"I didn't join until I graduated."
"I have better connections."
"No, you don't." Severus glared at him through narrow eyes. They both smoked silently.
"Yes, all right, I don't," said Regulus after a pause. "But I know I'm ready."
"I, on the other hand, think that a little preparation wouldn't hurt you." Severus bent forward to take the flask out of Regulus hand, took a sip and put it on the bedside table. Regulus eyed him suspiciously, though half-smiling, unsure if he should expect an attack and in that case, if it was going to be of the unfriendly or friendly kind. The latter would have surely been something new from Severus.
Severus lifted his wand and vanished their cigarettes. Then he immobilized Regulus, who fell back on the bed.
"Hey, you arse!" His head was not petrified. How was that possible.
"Shouldn't you have seen that coming?"
"I didn't see coming what an arse you are."
"Because you are naive."
Regulus frantically tried to move his arms and legs. Suddenly it worked and he ended up kicking Severus in the leg. Encouraged by this unexpected success he grabbed his wand from the pocket of his robes and thought "Expelliarmus."
Severus wand soared in the air behind him. He bent back to conjure it while Regulus leaped on him. They grabbed the wand simultaneously and were quietly wrestling over it, Regulus now sitting on Severus' lap, facing him.
"You can't beat me," Severus said.
"If you can't beat 'em join 'em," Regulus replied, ripping the wand out of Severus hand and throwing it on the floor. Severus grabbed Regulus' wand just in case, but they weren't wrestling over that one.
"Could you beat Alastor Moody?" He emphasized the name in a way that made it sound like that of a fairy tale monster.
"Could you?" There was a pause.
"Yes."
"Shut up" Regulus threw his own wand on the floor as well. He waited a bit too long before he leaned in for a kiss. The pause was almost awkward. He tried to make up for it by kissing Severus all the more passionately and throwing him back on the bed all the more quickly. He started pulling Severus stupid new grey nightshirt up - who would buy something like that? - and realized that it was all he was wearing. Severus seemingly didn't want to be the only naked person present, so he sat himself up a bit and pushed Regulus' blue robes over his shoulders before pulling on his under-robes. Regulus was in his underpants before he could remove Severus' nightshirt completely.
He was still kneeling with a leg on each side of Severus. Severus put a hand down Regulus' underpants to stroke him, his other hand on the bed, holding himself slightly upright. It was what he always did. Regulus wished he would touch him somewhere else - everywhere; he needed more contact. He laid himself on top of Severus and pulled his pants down. He felt both Severus hand and erection on his belly. Kissing Severus, he wished they were lying on the bed in the right direction so that his legs wouldn't stick in the air. He wanted to roll around, but Severus would hate the leg situation even more. Severus would surely want him to get out of the bed, kneel down and blow him, but he needed to have it his way that day. He kneeled up and removed Severus' hand from his cock with amazing willpower and positioned himself lengthwise on the bed.
"Come," he said and smiled, reaching out a hand for Severus.
Severus obeyed easily. He came towards Regulus on all fours and let his hand slide over Regulus' stomach and chest as he positioned himself on top of him, before finally grabbing his cock again and laying down above him. Perfect.
Severus had more hair on his chest than before, Regulus noticed. He grabbed Severus' hip with one hand and pressed his lower body up against him in an unsteady rhythm. His other hand was entangled in Severus' long hair and they snogged messily and without interruption. The kisses tasted like fire-whiskey. The faster Regulus breathed the faster Severus stroked him between them and it didn't take long until he couldn't take it anymore and came, warm and sticky, on both of them.
Regulus lay still, breathing hard, while Severus continued to grind against him rhythmically. Soon he sat up on Regulus legs. He needed to have it his way that day, too, apparently. It was such a ridiculous and simultaneously hot sight: his hair a complete mess from Regulus' touch, his serious look, his huge nostrils flaring from breathing too hard, his hairy, scrawny chest and his hard red cock.
Regulus pulled his legs out from under Severus and kneeled up to kiss him and throw him backwards once more. He grabbed Severus' cock and quickly kissed his way down to it, paying attention to the newly improved chest hair, but not wasting any time.
Severus moaned when he kissed the head of his cock - that didn't happen very often. Regulus was sure that Severus was biting his lips now that he took in as much as he could. He placed one hand on the shaft and the other on Severus' lean stomach, sliding it up to the hairy chest and down again, at the same time sliding his mouth up and down the cock. He tried to hold Severus in place when he began to buck up into Regulus' mouth. Severus was clearly ready to finish but Regulus took a break anyway, enjoying the view, licking the back of the cock and making Severus whimper. There was nothing Regulus enjoyed more than seeing Severus lose control.
He stroked Severus with both hands before taking him in again and moving up and down fast with his cheeks sucked in. He felt liquid splashing against his throat and swallowed three times before pulling back and stroking Severus, who was now pleasantly slick, until he stopped moving.
He knew he couldn't wait too long now or it would get awkward again. His hand spreading the sperm on Severus' body, he lay down beside him and kissed him. Severus kissed back but soon put his hand on Regulus' head to push him away gently. Severus grunted something about sheets and wriggled himself down underneath them. Regulus did the same on his side of the bed. They closed their eyes and lay there next to each other on the wrong end of the bed.
"You can't actually sleep here, you know?"
"I'm not sleeping."
"But soon."
"The light is on."
"Not for long."
Regulus tried to ignore all the noises Severus made from then on, he just needed a little rest. Soon he got curious and he looked up to find Severus leaning against the bed-post, holding the flask and a fag again, his wand lying on his lap.
"You know, such a night cap makes me distinctly sleepy right away. We should take one at my room tomorrow," Regulus said.
"Who knows when you'll show up."
"I'll be there."
"No more cousins to pester?"
"Not this weekend. I'll have more than enough time to change the world later."
A/N: Concrit and everything would be very much appreciated.