"I wonder if either of us has been able to make sense of what happened that day…" Sirius pondered as he made his way down to the quidditch pitch.

It had taken him almost a month to pluck up the courage to send his brother a letter asking if they could meet some time that week to talk. Alone.

He received a response that afternoon that said only "When and where?"

He decided that two days from then, Thursday, would be a sufficient amount of warning in advance. Having put a lot of thought into this meeting he figured that the best place to meet would be the quidditch pitch. It was mid-December after all and he checked to make sure that none of the teams had booked the pitch for that night. He also decided that evening would be the best timing. Plenty of time allowed for talking, yelling, fighting and…other things to occur. Apparently Regulus had no qualms about the date or time because his response was simply "Until then."

His brother hadn't needed much persuasion to meet him. The again, Siri hadn't expected much resistance. Regulus had to be as confused about what had occurred as Sirius himself.

But while Reg may have been easy to get to go along with the plan, Sirius' friends had been nearly impossible.

Earlier that day

Sirius had just finished his last class when he began formulating his plan to get away from the rest of the Marauders for a bit that night. They knew him well and they weren't dense so he was going to need to craft the most fantastic lie of his life to fool them.

He decided that convincing them one at a time would be easier than telling the three of them together. If they simply accepted what he was saying, they wouldn't question it later and possibly poke holes in his lie. All he had to do from that point was choose who to start with.

His decision was made for him less than thirty seconds later as Peter strolled through the common room doors. "This will be easy," Sirius thought to himself with satisfaction.

It's not that he thought Peter was stupid but he was the most gullible of the four of them. Sirius simply told him that he would be out that night. No other explanation was necessary—Peter took everything James and Sirius told him and believed it (usually) without question.

"One down…two to go." Sirius' task would not be so easy from here on. Remus would scrutinize everything that came out of his mouth because Remus knew Sirius and knew when Sirius was lying. Siri swore that his wolfy friend was skilled in occlumency.

Lucky for Sirius he had a bit more time to decide what to do about Remmy because James was the next of his friends that he came into contact with.

James was fairly easy to convince. Sirius told him that there was a girl he wanted to go on a date with but not to tell Remus because he'd end up getting his ass kicked for blowing off studying when they had a sizable exam the next day. Remus was the only reason any of them studied anyhow so this was seemed a plausible excuse to Siri. It must have been plausible to James as well because he simply demanded to hear details later. Those Siri could make up later.

And finally it was time to talk to Remus. Sirius prayed that his lie was well-constructed enough to pass with the werewolf. Otherwise there was the possibility of them all somehow finding out that he was actually off doing unspeakable things to and with his younger brother that night. It was now or never, it seemed.

Instead of outright lying to Remus he told a sort of half truth.

"I'm going out tonight. I'd rather not say with whom or why because…well it's just personal. You understand right, Moony?" Sirius sincerely hoped that he wouldn't need to discuss the matter any further because Remus was more sensitive than the others and would have the decency to not pry into other people's business.

Unfortunately it wasn't that simple. Because Remus was the caring one he wanted to know if there was anything he could possibly do to help Siri become comfortable enough to tell his friends about what he was doing. When Sirius told him that there wasn't, the werewolf reluctantly backed off.

Finally…okay…time to go. Bloody hell I hope nothing goes wrong.

End flashback

Sirius' palms began to sweat as he made his way onto the pitch. He didn't know what to think or expect.

When he caught sight of Regulus he couldn't help but smile. The boy was simply lying in the center of the pitch looking up at the stars. He had cleared a small part of the pitch, just big enough for him to lie down in, of the eight inches of snow that had fallen the night before. The area must also have been heated because Reg had his heavy winter cloak folded neatly and was using it as a makeshift pillow.

Because Regulus looked so peaceful, Siri approached the spot where the younger boy was lying very quietly. At the last possible moment he cleared his throat rather loudly to alert Reg that he was there.

The younger Black brother was clearly startled and he sat up as if struck by a bolt of lightning.

"Sirius…you nearly scared me to death. Sneaking up on people isn't polite." Regulus spoke the words so calmly but Sirius knew better. Reg had nearly pissed himself—Siri knew for a fact that Reg hated being startled like that. Maybe that was the reason he had done it.

"Oh…didn't mean to," Sirius lied. And it was a lie, Sirius realized. He did it on purpose just to catch the younger boy off guard.

"Well…you wanted to talk about something?" Reg was looking at his brother in a business-like way. A way that said let's-get-this-over-with-as-soon-as-possible. Sirius wasn't about to allow that though.

"I did…but you don't seem to want to listen to me so maybe I should just go…" Sirius started as he walked back toward the exit.

"No!" Reg said, much louder than he'd meant to. His cheeks instantly flushed, giving away the fact that he'd messed up.

Sirius turned and saw the patches of red that stained Regulus' cheeks and simply smiled. Because this was one of the few times that Reg showed outwardly what Sirius knew was there on the inside. Regulus was a sweet, loving boy. Behind all that hatred. Behind all that family doctrine. Behind that tough guy persona. Regulus Arcturus Black was your average fourteen year old boy.

And that fourteen year boy looked hotter than he had any right to. Fuck the talk. That could happen later.

With that decision Sirius dropped to his knees on the ground to the right of where his brother was still sitting, threaded his hand through Reg's hair and pulled the smaller boy into a searing kiss.

Regulus was less than shocked by Siri's actions. He saw the look in his brother's eyes and he knew what that meant. Not that he was opposed. Far from it actually. And there's where the thinking stopped. Reg ran his tongue along Sirius' bottom lip, attempting to take control of the kiss.

Sirius was having none of that though. After resisting Regulus' attempts he suddenly (and rather unceremoniously) rammed his tongue into the boy's mouth. He took his time teasing the younger boy—exploring his mouth with slow swipes of his tongue and sharp bites to Reg's lower lip. When he finally heard Reg make a small moan he smiled into the kiss.

Now it was Regulus' turn to fight. While he was enjoying what Siri was doing he felt out of control…and Regulus Arcturus Black did not like being out of control. Without warning he pushed Sirius down by the shoulders onto the pitch. Sirius simply smiled and went with it as if to humor his younger brother.

As any two people do, Regulus and Sirius had two very different personalities when it came to kissing. Sirius was playful and sweet but also very dominant. Regulus, as Sirius was about to find out, was quite different.

Regulus pinned Sirius' hands down as he nipped and sucked at the lips of the boy below him. He moved lower, kissing along Sirius' jawline and down to his brother's collar bone where he left a smattering of angry red marks that he was sure would bruise. But that's what he wanted. Sirius may ignore him ninety percent of the time but, for a few days at least, he would be forced to think about his baby brother when he looked in the mirror.

At that point, Sirius had had quite enough of his brother's antics and flipped them over. He covered Reg's body with his own just as closely as he covered the younger boy's mouth. Suddenly, Reg's whole body went still.

"What's wrong, little brother?" Sirius asked in a somewhat condescending tone. He knew exactly what had caused Reg's stillness. He had done it on purpose, after all.

"I—just…nothing. Now shut up and kiss me again," Reg replied, trying to act as if the awkward pause hadn't occurred. "Oh nothing's wrong, Siri, you just pressed your cock up against mine when you know I'm dying. But no nothing." Regulus may have been slightly bothered but he wasn't going to let Sirius know that.

Sirius paused for a moment after Regulus spoke and simply looked at the boy below him. Lips swollen, hair mussed, eyes blown wide with lust and when he had spoken, Reg's voice was rough. Rough in a way that Sirius had only heard once before…that day in the showers. And that was the end of it for Sirius. Brother or not, he would have him. Had to have him.

Sirius returned to the kiss he had broken moments earlier but with much more heat, more lust and more emotion in it. Regulus responded to the kiss with equal emotion and knew something was going to happen. Something that he had been waiting for.

Sirius began stripping the pair of them and within moments there was nothing left between them. At that point, Sirius paused again. He reached out a hand and stroked the side of Regulus' face and let that hand trail down the side of the trembling boy's body.

"If we're to stop…it's gotta be now Reggie," Sirius managed to get out, his voice sounding completely wrecked to Reg's ears.

Regulus didn't reply. Didn't need to. Instead he pulled his brother into a searing kiss. That kiss said it all.

TBC. I'm so sorry, I have writers block. I'll be back with the second half of this chapter soon