Chapter 3 - Did You just Call Me a Slag?

The police had called Regulus, asking him to come down to the station instead of talking to him at his house. They didn't want to knock on his door, proving to Remus and the other neighbours that he was the tattle-tale.

"We have spoken with your neighbour and also dug up his flower bed where we found absolutely nothing. He says that he did not dig the flower bed at night and his other neighbours confirm this. So I'm confused as to why you would claim that he did?"

"I did see him out there at night," Regulus maintained. "The other neighbours would be sleeping, yeah? So of course they didn't see. Besides, the only other neighbour who has a direct view of Lupin's back garden is the one on his other side, and he's a senile old man, so how reliable could his statement be? And why would I lie about this, anyway?"

"Mr. Lupin claims the two of you have an ongoing conflict."

"Yes, I admit that," sighed Regulus. "And I also admit that it might have influenced my decision to call you, because my experience with him is that he's unstable and aggressive. Which is why I got suspicious, and I thought I would call it in just to be safe. Believe me when I tell you: that's all there is to it and it was not some sort of prank. I would never bother the police for that."

The police officer sighed as he took notes. "Well, of course it's always better to be safe than sorry, but I suggest that the two of you either work it out or just stay away from each other. I've seen my share of neighbour conflicts and I'd rather I didn't have to come and throw one of you in jail, or worse... call the morgue."

"Yes, of course, officer," said Regulus, relieved that they let him go with just a warning.

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Regulus was surprised to see his brother and friend Peter waiting for him in front of the house as he pulled into the driveway.

"Where've you been?" demanded Sirius.

"Police station," mumbled Regulus and explained what had happened while he unlocked the door and they went in. "And don't you give me a hard time - he had it coming after trying to rent me out as a stripper!"

Sirius shook his head and chuckled. "Alright, I won't judge you, but I am a bit worried for my little brother, you know. Seems this is escalating. What's next?"

"He better not try to outdo me on this one," mumbled Regulus "Or he'll be sorry. What are you doing here, anyway?"

"You invited us for dinner."

"Bloody hell! I forgot that."

"So you haven't cooked?" asked Peter, sounding disappointed. Regulus was a quite accomplished cook.

"That's alright," said Sirius, fishing out his phone from his pocket. "We'll just call for a pizza."

Just fifteen minutes later there was a hammering on the door. "That was quick," Sirius said. "And that bloke sure is eager to get those pizzas off his hands!"

The person at the door was, of course, not the pizza man but an enraged Remus who had noticed that Regulus' car was back. "You called the police on me! Do you know what people think of me now?"

"Do you know what people think of man after man coming to my doorstep?" Regulus countered.

Before Regulus could react and stop him, Remus stepped into the house and closed the front door behind him. He didn't need any more displays for the other neighbours. "The neighbours didn't know what those men were doing here!" he yelled. "They could've just been friends of yours! It's not like I plastered a big neon sign on your roof saying: Boy for sale! A police car isn't exactly something people can mistake!"

"I never get that many guests calling on me!" replied Regulus. "And how do you think it feels having loads of strangers eye-fucking me? It made me feel like a slag!"

"I thought you knew that feeling already."

Regulus' mouth fell open in shock. "Did you just call me a slag? I'm not the one who drags random blokes home and practically shag them on the veranda!"

Their faces were now only about 10 inches from each other, none of them realising who had stepped forward but none of them wanting to back off and show submission either.

"Why do you even care?" Remus spat. "It's not like I'm forcing you to watch! You stick your nose into my business like a tracker dog! No one else is bothered by me kissing dates in front of my house. Miss Anderson across the street was sitting on her veranda the other night kissing her boyfriend, so why the bloody hell didn't you go yell at her or call the coppers on her too?"

"Because she never bothered me or behaved like a lunatic! And she doesn't let her dog dig up my garden and chase my cat!"

Peter and Sirius were standing on the side-line, gawking at the two. "Bloody hell," said Peter to Sirius. "The sexual tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife!"

Sirius flashed his friend a grin. "Told you, didn't I?" He turned his head again towards the two who were trying to stare each other down. "Hi," he said, taking a step forward to break the tension. "I'm Sirius, Regulus' sociable brother," he said, offering Remus his hand.

Remus looked at him, thrown off for a moment, but then (being the polite person that he usually was) shook Sirius' hand. "I'm Remus, Regulus' apparently mental neighbour."

It didn't escape Regulus' attention how Remus' gaze quickly travelled up and down his brother. "I think it's time to leave," he said and opened the door, proceeding to push his neighbour out. "I don't remember even inviting you in!" Then he smacked the door in Remus' face.

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When Sirius and Peter had left, Regulus went over to his neighbour and pounded on the door. As soon as it was opened he pushed his way inside and closed the door behind him (just like Remus had done at his house earlier). "What do you think you're doing?" he said, giving Remus a heated stare. "Stop staring at my brother! It was making him uncomfortable! Besides, he's not interested in you."

"I'm not even allowed to look at people? Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I want to shag every bloke in town!"

"You wanted him. But as I said: he's not interested!"

Remus took a step closer and smirked at Regulus. "He might not be - but you are."

Regulus' mouth fell open as he stared back. "I... I'm not!"

"Right," Remus said. "You're jealous and you can't keep your eyes off me." The smirk got wider as Regulus' face got redder.

Regulus gulped and gave Remus a push. Remus took a few steps back but the smirk didn't leave his lips. Regulus pushed him again, harder this time, so Remus' back hit the wall. "I said I don't want you!" Regulus growled. Then without thinking, he grabbed Remus shirt and kissed him aggressively. Then he pulled back. "Is this what you wanted? All the times you've been staring at me?"

Remus eyed him challengingly and licked his lip. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind that. I'm sure you'd feel really good naked against me." Regulus stared at his lips and attacked his mouth again. Remus took this as an invitation, grabbing Regulus and spinning him, reversing their positions. He pressed him against the wall, returning the kiss just as aggressively and took Regulus' hands, pinning them over his head. The lack of resistance confirmed Remus' assumption that the boy was just as much into this as he was. After a bit, he moved down Regulus' neck, licking, nipping and sucking bruises onto it.

Regulus moaned and pushed his hips forward, grinding into Remus. "You wanted to shag me from the moment you saw me, you dirty slag."

"Don't tell me you didn't," Remus mumbled into his neck. He mouthed at his neck and finally let go of his hands, grabbing his arse to pull his lower half harder against himself. "I can feel how much you want me."

"If I let you shag me will you get off my back after?" Regulus asked, grinding into Remus enthusiastically.

"Sure, but I bet you'll be coming back for more," Remus smirked and pulled one of Regulus' legs up so he could get even closer. He wished he had lube and condoms downstairs, thinking he could have done him right here.

"I won't! All I ever wanted was for you to stay off my back! Well, are you going to show me your bedroom or am I not worth that much courtesy?"

"I will, and I'll make you scream for more," Remus promised and hoisted Regulus up so the younger man could wrap his legs around his waist and let himself be carried up the stairs. When they got to the bedroom Remus dropped him on the bed and crawled in over him, catching his mouth in a heated kiss before he could start talking again. He talked way too much in Remus' opinion.

Regulus started tearing off Remus' T-shirt, not caring if he ruined it in the process - in fact hoping he would ruin it in the process.

Feeling the aggressiveness Remus pulled at Regulus' shirt in return, breaking the kiss just barely. "You better shed your clothes if you don't want me ripping them open and you'll have to walk home half naked for everyone to see."

Regulus pushed him off and sat up to quickly take off his clothes - not because Remus told him to, mind you, but because he wanted to get down to business so he could go home. "Well, get on with it!" he said. "Get stuff, 'cause I'm not gonna let you shag me dry. I want to be able to walk tomorrow," he said, shimmying out his jeans. "Unless, of course, you're so small I can barely feel it."

"You won't be able to walk even though I lube you up nicely," Remus said, quickly shedding his own clothes and went to get the lube in a drawer along with a condom.

Regulus made sure to get a good view of his whole body. "Hmm... I've seen better," he said, sounding unimpressed.

"Yeah, I had also hoped for something more impressive. You need to hit the gym," Remus teased before crawling in over him, kissing his chest and licking a nipple, one hand moving between his legs.

"Yeah, right. If you wanted a muscle man you wouldn't have been gawking so much and imagining me as a stripper," said Remus and moaned at the intrusion.

Remus moved further down as he added another finger. Before Regulus could complain even further, Remus took a hold on the growing length and let it slip into his mouth while still working his fingers.

"F... fuck," Regulus gasped, raising his hips. "Get on with it!" he ordered s bit later. "I want you... to shag me good. Make up for all that trouble you've caused me."

Remus huffed before finally letting go of him and turning him over into his stomach. He rolled on a condom and positioned himself, pulling Regulus up into his knees. "Let's see how you handle the apology you seem to think I owe you."

Regulus didn't let out a sound when Remus entered him quite roughly, although it did hurt some. "I can hardly feel it," he complained when he had become used to the feeling. "I think I might fall asleep here."

"Then I'll just enjoy myself," Remus said and held onto the younger man's hips while picking up the pace. He could hear that Regulus tried to hold back moans by biting into the duvet, and Remus took this as a challenge. He pushed him a bit down so Remus could angle himself just right in a hope to find the right spot.

"Oh, fuck!" exclaimed Regulus, eagerly pushing back to meet Remus. "Right there! M-more... give me more!"

Remus slammed into him, making him moan loudly. Sweat was dripping from Remus' forehead landing on his shoulders and upper body. "God, you feel good!" he panted, going harder and faster, driven by pleasure and anger.

Resting on his elbows, Regulus held on to the slats of the headboard for dear life. "Touch me - please! I need it. I'm close," he gasped, unable to do it himself without losing balance.

Remus reached around, grabbing his length and started pumping while still trying to keep up the punishing rhythm. He pushed him a little further towards the headboard so Regulus came up into a bit more of an upright position. "Kiss me," he ordered and Regulus turned his head, kissing him rather sloppy as they moaned into each other's mouths.

Regulus was beyond offending Remus, because it felt too good and he couldn't form any coherent thoughts, let alone sentences. Instead he just panted, moaned and begged for "more" and "harder" and "faster", although he could barely keep up as it was.

Remus felt himself rush head-on towards climax, but he didn't want to leave Regulus behind so that he could call him a bad or selfish lover, so he pumped faster and thrust harder, growling filthy things into his ear, hoping to send him over the edge before himself.

It worked according to plan as Regulus, moment later, buried his face in the pillow, screaming into it as he came violently.

Remus followed soon after with a few final thrusts, and slumped onto Regulus' back as he tried to catch his breath. Finally, he pulled out and both of them collapsed on the bed, Remus on his back, Regulus on his stomach.

Regulus rolled around after having regained a steady breathing, lying on his back next to Remus. It had been good - very good, in fact - although he usually preferred it less rough, but the harshness had been just what he needed at that moment, finally getting an outlet for all the frustration and tension that had existed between the two of them for so long. "That was passable."

"I think it was more than passable since you begged for more and even said please," Remus smirked. "Guess I wasn't that small after all, yeah?"

"I didn't say please!" said Regulus, horrified. "You should take a trip to the otologist and get your hearing checked or a shrink to be checked for hallucinations."

"Oh, really?" Remus said. "So you didn't enjoy it? Begging me to go faster and harder? I'm rather sure I heard you moan my name as well so it can't have been that bad."

"I was moaning in annoyance and begging for more and faster because it wasn't good enough what I was getting!" said Regulus and tried to wipe his stomach clean with the corner of the duvet. "By the way, you're so busy with taking the attention away from the fact that I was about the best fuck you've ever have. It was even better than you'd imagined all those months drooling over me."

"I guess you were okay," Remus shrugged. He had to admit to himself it was the best sex he had had in a long time, but since this obnoxious brat wouldn't admit to it having been amazing, Remus wasn't going to either.

"I feel sorry for the next many blokes who has sex with you. They won't be able to measure up to me and satisfy you properly."

"Well, the blokes you bring home aren't doing an impressive job with you, so you can't be easy to please like I just did. You left the window open one evening and you sounded kind of bored with that one." Remus put a hand to his chest and made a face. "Oh... oh... yes... and done."

"Wha...?" said Regulus, going a little pale. "I didn't bring anyone home lately! I don't do one-night stands!"

"You were pleasuring yourself, then?" Remus winked.

"I don't! I mean I'm quiet, then. I do have control over my sounds, you know."

"Yeah, I could hear that just now. But I'm glad I gave you the best sex you seemed to have ever had. And in case you change your mind about repeat performances, you know where I live."

"What? You didn't give me the best sex I ever had! And I made those sounds out of pity because I didn't want to kill all your spirit. I'm not that cruel, after all. I was thinking that if I gave you a great experience you might stop being such a twat who doesn't know how to communicate other than by being a twat who acts twattily and does twatty things to his neighbour and his poor cat."

"Well, it seems I didn't succeed in pounding any sense into you," Remus sighed. "Remember that you haven't been nice to me and Moony either." He got off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Regulus quickly put on his clothes and went to the bathroom where he knocked on the door.

"Yes?" Remus said, opening the door.

"I'll make you a deal, though," said Regulus, peeping in to see if Remus was still naked. "If you don't bother me the next... let's say week - then I might let you shag me again. You know, as a reward."

"Oh? So it's only me who gets a reward for leaving you alone? Are you going to stop bothering me too, then? I mean, it's not that I don't want to shag you again but I want you to admit you want it."

Regulus shrugged. "Well, if that's what it takes. I guess I would rather we shag than fight. I still hate you, though, so don't go getting any ideas."

"I can work with that," Remus smiled. "Looking forward to next week, then."

"Yeah. If you can control yourself until then." Regulus yawned. "Well, I'll go home and take a nap. Sex always makes me tired. Especially bad sex."

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However, the next day when Remus was sitting in his kitchen drinking a cup of tea, there was a knock on his door. He wondered who it could be this early on a Sunday morning. He went past Moony who was lying in his dog bed, for once too lazy to do more than raise an ear. Opening the door, Remus was surprised to find Regulus standing outside.

"Hi..." Regulus shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "I've been thinking... I was thinking that while you weren't that great a lay, you do have potential. So, I was thinking that if you got some more practise with someone who knows what he's doing you might become quite good. Just need a bit of work."

"Oh, really?" Remus smirked, knowing very well that his dear neighbour was never going to admit that he had enjoyed the sex immensely. "You have someone in mind to train me?"

"You know who I mean, you twat. So, are you going to take me up on my offer or not?"

"Alright," Remus nodded. "When is my first lesson, then?"

"Now," Regulus said and pushed past Remus into the house.

Remus shook his head, smiling. "I'll be right there," he chuckled and closed the door.

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