A/N: This drabble contains incest. If that is not your cup of tea, please turn back now.
Sirius was sprawled lazily across the bed in Regulus' room, watching his younger brother write a poem. It was very relaxing, watching Regulus' hand guide the quill across the page. Sirius thought he could lose himself forever in the words that flowed from Regulus' never-ending imagination. His shelves were filled with his brother's poems and stories. Sirius read everything he wrote. He especially liked it when Regulus wrote about the two of them together… there was no doubt that the young Black had a talent for… explicit… writing. Usually he wrote it when he was "in the mood", as it were. Sirius grinned as he peered over Regulus' shoulder in the hopes that maybe, Regulus was in the mood tonight, too…