This pairing needs more love, as it is awesome. I think so at least, though I might well be the only one. Inspired by the fact that this Harry Potter movie is the last, therefore, my childhood is over. And also general LOVE of Regulus Black. Don't own.
"You aren't a Death Eater."
Regulus doesn't say anything. He doesn't have to. He just lets the sleeve of his robe slide up a little, past his elbow, and Remus sees his wrist. He doesn't look at the black tattoo, because he cannot. But he looks at the skin around it, raised and red and painful looking, and remembers kissing that skin, how soft it was, unbroken.
"You're sixteen," Remus says.
"Yes," Regulus agrees. A twitch of his arm and it's covered again, so it might as well not be there. Remus breathes again. Regulus' eyes at least are the same as they ever were, black and mocking and a little bit cruel.
"You're sixteen, and you're an idiot, and you've been listening to your parents too much, but you aren't a Death Eater."
Regulus smiles malevolently, and leans close, his breath hot on Remus' neck, presses his hand flat along Remus' chest. Remus' heart gallops and his breathing is shallow, and if he looks down he can see the edges of it, harsh against white skin, so he closes his eyes and lets Regulus kiss him, slow, pressing his back against the wall.
"You won't tell Sirius," Regulus murmurs, and Remus feels Regulus' lips sliding against his, Regulus' hand, his right hand, unblemished, sliding down between Remus' legs.
Remus shakes his head and trembles, not sure if he is agreeing, but knowing that he is lost.
He imagines he can feel it, the black shadow, the Dark Mark, burning hot, through both of their robes, but the sensation is soon overwhelmed by others-Regulus' teeth on his jaw, his lips gently sucking at Remus' neck, his hands demanding, tugging at strings and ties and teasing across damp skin-
"You love me more," Regulus says, and Remus can say nothing. Regulus laughs, and Remus feels it on his skin, and deeper. "It's alright, animal; you can't help it."
He can't help it. Two abrasive Black boys, and he loves them both, and the curves of their lips, and the lines of their jaws, and their brash cruel bravery, and he cannot lose one for the sake of the other. He cannot help it. Regulus hair brushes light against his forehead and Remus bites Regulus' lip and catches the tang of blood. He can't help it.
He catches Regulus' wrist, and slides the sleeve up to the elbow, and opens his eyes, and sees the tattoo there, black and unyielding and unkind, and brings it to his lips, as Regulus stares. It tastes the same as it ever did, salt and copper, and the pulse beats the same blue beneath the skin, but it trembles as it never did before, and Regulus looks away. Shaking, biting his lip, chest heaving. Remus licks along the lines of the serpent, sucks at the tip, loves it like he loves the boy who let it be burned into his skin.
"He'd kill me if he knew," Regulus whispers, shivering.
"I wish I could," Remus tells him, and means it.
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