A/N: Just so that everyone is completely clear, there is a lemon- for those who don't know a full on sex scene-in this chapter and one in the next as well (decided to split them up). They aren't just random smut; they do have a purpose- to get Regulus and James up to an emotional level that could not otherwise be attained.

You can get the plot without it, however. We have clearly marked them for you convenience- to either skip or skip to at your preference. You have been warned fairly, and we refuse to be responsible for those that chose to ignore.

Remus and Sirius, whatever they had previously been doing, both jumped to their feet as James burst in.

"What in the name of Merlin…" Sirius stopped mid-thought. "Is that…is that Kreacher?"

Remus put a steadying arm around Regulus, who was swaying on his feet and looked as though he was about to pass out at any moment as he was visibly trembling, and led the young Slytherin to the bed before forcing him to sit down. "James, what happened?"

James took a calming breath, throwing the house-elf to Sirius; half hoping his friend would kill it. "We went to the kitchen to get some coco. Kreacher was there and said that Mrs. Black had sent him to keep an eye on Regulus. He knows about us."

Sirius took a deep breath, "Okay, this stinks, but it's not the end of the world. Worst case scenario, Mother kicks Regulus out and he comes and lives with us for a while."

James looked Sirius in the eyes, "He's got the Mark, Sirius. Worst case scenario ends with one or both of us dead."

Remus opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off as Regulus began to openly sob.

"Sirius I'm so sorry! She said she'd kill herself if I didn't and I…I…" Regulus was sobbing so hard now that Remus was afraid he was going to be sick. He accioed over a wastebasket, just in case, and looked pleadingly at Sirius to do something.

Sirius stood, frozen with shock. Finally he looked over at James and whispered, "How long have you known?"

"Sense last night," James said quietly, "I was going to tell you, but then…" He looked over at Regulus. "He doesn't want it, Sirius. I would never have started anything with him if this was something that he wanted."

Regulus began heaving into the wastebasket, sobbing still as he did so. Remus let out a yelp.

"Sirius! Help him!"

Sirius watched numbly as James ran over threw his wand down on his dresser and ran over and began to rub his boyfriend's back, whispering that it was all right. Whispering that he loved him. That woke Sirius up. If James really did love Regulus, then Regulus was innocent in this. James wouldn't love someone who was evil. Sirius walked over and knelt in front of his brother, "It's okay. Well…no it's not, but we'll figure this out. You're my brother, I'm not going to lose you again."

Regulus simply sobbed, leaning heavily against James and retching every so often, though there was nothing left for him to throw up.

Remus felt bad for the kid. This was a lot of emotional trauma for only two days. Falling in love, gaining a brother, and almost losing both for something that wasn't your fault…Remus could relate. He'd gone through something similar when his friends had discovered he was a werewolf. He stroked Regulus's free hand gently in his.

"What do we do, Padfoot?"

Sirius sighed, wishing that he knew. "I wish I could kill the little beast," he whispered. Then shook his head. "Memory charm I suppose. Let him remember that I did it. Mother will think that he had discovered something on me, and I got even. She'll never think that I did anything to help Regulus, not after the last few years."

James nodded, hoping that the plan would work. He kissed Regulus's hair, "Don't worry, Cub, we won't let anything hurt you. I love you."

"She's going to find out," Regulus half sobbed, half moaned. "She…she'll know. She'll tell Bella and…" The sixteen-year-old resumed crying, clinging to James for comfort.

"Better make it a strong one," Remus said, standing up and rolling up his sleeves. "We don't want to risk her breaking it."

Sirius nodded. "James, take Regulus into the bathroom and stay there until we call."

James quickly lifted Regulus up, bridal style, and carried him into the bathroom. He stood the boy up, looking him over. Outside the door, he heard a memory charm being cast, and then Sirius's thundering voice as he yelled at the house elf. James sighed, Regulus was in shock, and that wasn't good. He quickly pulled off the boy's clothes, all but his boxers, followed by his own. He turned on a cold shower and pulled the Slytherin inside, hoping that the water would pull Regulus out of his depressive state.

Regulus shivered as the cold water hit his skin. He sucked in a breath. His head was swimming, and he felt very weak. It was all he could do to keep from falling on his knees right there. He leaned heavily against the wall of the shower, focusing on breathing.

James stepped closer to the boy, wrapping his arms around him. He was desperately wishing that he knew something about healing, but James had never been interested enough to study it. "Don't worry. Sirius will take care of Kreacher. Sirius knows that it's not your fault you got the mark. We love you. We won't let anything hurt you." James ran his hands up and down Regulus's back, lightly offering what comfort he could.

Regulus leaned into James's embrace, still shaking, but he could slowly feel himself returning to earth. "What if he already told her?" He whispered hoarsely. "What if we were to late?"

"We're not," James said so confidently that he almost believed it himself. "We're in time. Kreacher said that he would have a lot to tell her. Not that he'd told her a lot. She doesn't know and won't know." Now that the boy seemed to be over the majority of his shock, James turned the water warmer. He had already been freezing after lying in the snow, and now he felt like his very bones were made of ice. It was a petty thing to be thinking about, but it was easier to stand than all the 'what if's.

Regulus made a soft whimpering noise, forcing himself to calm down and take deep breaths. He had to breath. He had to breath and he had to think. James was right. Kreacher would wait until the end of the break before telling her so that he could report everything Regulus had done wrong, not just some of it. That was just the kind of house elf Kreacher was.

Regulus closed his eyes again and felt his knees give out. He was suddenly to exhausted to even stand anymore. Vaguely, he hoped James would catch him.

James pulled Regulus close, supporting the boy for a second before sitting them both down on the shower floor. He pulled Regulus into his lap. There was nothing more that could be said, so James leaned forward and began to gently kiss the Slytherin. Maybe distraction would be best?

Regulus allowed James to kiss him, to tired to respond. He wasn't even sure he was entirely conscious. All he could do was sit on James's lap with his eyes closed, taking deep breaths. He felt himself slowly slipping into unconsciousness, and briefly peeked his eyes open.

"I love you," he whispered to James with all the energy he could muster before allowing himself to slip into the blissfully ignorant darkness.

James, hearing Sirius call from the other room, stood up slowly. Again carrying the boy bridal style, he walked out of the shower. He laid Regulus on the floor just long enough to turn off the shower and cast a drying charm on both of them, before picking him back up and carrying him from the room.

"What were you two doing?" Sirius asked. He would have growled, except he knew that they hadn't been doing anything romantic, not with the condition Regulus had been in sense the discovery of Kreacher.

James lay down on his bed, cuddling Regulus to him, "He was in shock. I took his clothes off and we took a cold shower."

Remus walked over, giving the boy a critical look up and down. Having had to doctor many of his own wounds or watching his mother deal with it, he felt he had a pretty good idea of what to look for. On the whole, Regulus appeared to simply be unconscious, perhaps even sleeping. Remus smiled and gently brushed a few stray hands of black hair away from Regulus's face. "Good job, James. You did well to calm him down."

Remus's eyes drifted lower, to the red mark that could be seen faintly burnt into the boy's left forearm. He frowned slightly, "what are we going to do?"

James wrapped Regulus's forearm in his hand, hiding the mark. "I am going to love him," he whispered, "other than that I have no idea."

Sirius walked over, "Kreacher hadn't said anything to Mother yet, and now he won't. If we can just make it until we graduate, we can set up a save haven for him, and…then maybe he'll come live with us and we can protect him. Use the Fidelius charm or something."

Remus sighed, standing up to hug Sirius tightly. "This isn't your fault," he whispered so that only Sirius could hear. He let go of his mate, though he still held his hand tightly, and turned back to James. "The trick is going to remaining a secret. We all know how gabby those at Hogwarts are. It would be so much easier if he were a Gryffindor." Remus frowned again, and he could feel the lines forming around his knit eyebrows. "James…I hate to do this to you but…are you really doing what's best for him?"

James's arms tightened around his boyfriend. He sighed, looking down at Regulus. "No," James whispered, "but I won't leave him. I…I think he needs me. I know I need him. I love him." He turned his eyes to the boys standing over him, pleading that they understand. Pleading that they support him. Pleading that they don't make him give up the most happiness he's ever known.

Remus sighed, sitting on the bed. He could already feel a headache coming on. "James…I'm sure you love him. You'd have to love him to still want to be with him after what you saw last night. But I don't think you appreciate the danger you're placing him by asking that he stay with you. The danger you're putting both of you in.

Voldemort wants to tear the wizarding world apart, and he's doing that here at the school with the house competitions. Whether he likes it or not, Regulus has pledged himself not only as an agent of Voldemort, but a Slytherin. If he starts hanging around with you whenever possible, don't you think they'll notice? No matter how careful you are, someone will notice. You proved that to me first year. He won't tolerate this. Voldemort will see it as treachery. Treachery means death, or sometimes worse. Is this worth it? Is losing him forever worth this much happiness?"

James wanted to cry, but he couldn't. Not in front of Remus and Sirius. Never in front of people. "I…" James took a breath, looking down at the boy in his arms. Could he give Regulus up now? Could he just stop being with him? Don't cry. He hadn't cried in front of anyone sense he was six, he wouldn't do it. "I don't want to lose him," James began, but the moment he opened his mouth to speak the tears began to fall. And once they started, he couldn't stop them. "I…I don't know w-what to d-do anym-more."

Remus stared at James, suddenly feeling very guilty. Never, in the seven years that he'd known him, had Remus seen James cry. Not even when he'd fallen off his broom and broken his arm in two places. Not earlier that year- just after he'd come of age- when he'd heard his parents had both passes away in their sleep. Yet here was now, crying unabashedly. No knowing what else to do, Remus gave his friend a hug and looked pleadingly at Sirius.

Sirius shook his head. He and James had been friend's years before they started school, but he had never known James to cry over anything. He met Remus's eyes, remembering that awkward conversation when Sirius had told James that they were dating. Remembering how James had smiled and said it was about time. Remembering finding out that Remus was a werewolf, and how they had stayed up all night discussing it before confronting Moony. Remembering how James had told them, before they ever stated their opinions, that Remus was his friend no matter what. And now they were trying to take away something that James obviously loved so much? Sirius didn't want to put his brother in any more danger than he was already in, but he wouldn't, couldn't, take away their love. He couldn't separate them.

"We'll figure something else out," Sirius whispered, "They need each other."

Remus gave James one more tight squeeze before getting to his feet. "We need to find some way to keep Kreacher from knowing. Obviously, though we've erased what he did know, he's going to keep doing his job. We can't keep putting memory charms on him, it's too risky. I suppose we could get Gilderoy Lockheart- he's a Hufflepuff- to do one at the end, he's supposed to be good at it, but that won't stop Kreacher from telling in between, and besides he might go insane as a side effect. Your mother would certainly notice that. We can't keep him in the kitchens, either, because that makes it look like Regulus has something to hide." Remus sighed, massaging his temples. There had to be some idea. Something they could do to keep Regulus and James safe over the holidays- never mind the rest of the year.

'At least we'll graduate at the end,' Remus though sourly, 'and Regulus will be safe his last year if lonely.'

"Couldn't we just kill Kreacher and make it look like an accident?" Sirius asked, looking almost hopeful. Remus glared at him and Sirius held up his hands defensively. "Only joking."

Remus rolled his eyes before sitting down and putting his face in his hands. After a moment he mumbled without lifting his head, "I move that we talk to Dumbledore. Maybe he knows a charm that will make Kreacher think he's seeing Regulus in the Slytherin common room doing Slytherin things. He could help us keep him safe." He looked over at James. "Dumbledore is the only one Voldemort fears. If anyone can keep Regulus safe, he can."

James nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He was still overly emotional, and utterly embarrassed about crying in front of his friends. It didn't help that tears were still silently leaking down his cheeks. He pulled Regulus even closer to him, kissing the boy's hair.

Sirius smiled at the pair, glad that they were so happy. It was still weird, but Sirius could accept them being together. Especially after seeing how much James loved Regulus…he just hoped that Regulus's feelings ran as deep. "Let's talk about it later; Regulus should be awake to help decide. Besides, James looks like he needs a nap."

Remus smiled. That was not something typically said about James Potter. He shook his head. How could one person change their lives so drastically so fast? It was amazing. It was like having a baby.

Remus laughed out loud at that thought. He knew both James and Sirius were staring at him, but he didn't care. He needed to laugh. He needed to get that weight that had settled in his stomach to go away. They could handle this. They had to handle this. Remus would not lose his friends.

James smiled as Remus and Sirius quietly drew the curtains shut around his bed. The bespectacled boy cuddled against Regulus, loving the feel of their body's pressed together. Hoping that Regulus wouldn't mind waking up later with the two of them cuddled in bed wearing nothing but boxers. But right now, James could just enjoy the feeling of skin touching skin. It wasn't an arousing feeling… okay, it was, but James wasn't really thinking of it that way right now. Right now he was just enjoying the fact that he had someone he loved lying peacefully in his arms. It was with that thought that James drifted off to sleep.

When Regulus awoke sometime later, he was slightly confused. The last thing he could remember with any sort of clarity was finding Kreacher in the kitchens. Then there was a bunch of fuzzy things, one of which involved James telling Sirius he had the Dark Mark.

Regulus shivered, and realized suddenly that he was in nothing but his boxers. Where exactly had his clothes gone? He sat up and looked around, seeing James lying next to him on the bed, similarly clad. He blinked. "Did I get drunk?"

James mumbled something undistinguishable. He nuzzled closer to Regulus, loving the warmth of the other's body. He was still groggy-minded with sleep, but he managed to whisper hoarsely, "Not drunk. Sexy, though."

Regulus smiled, absently reaching up to stroke James's hair. "You're fantastic, but it's not often I end up in my boxers and couldn't remember how, and that was when Severus got me so drunk I couldn't even remember my own name. Woke up in my boxers in the Slytherin Common room. Andromeda informed me that I'd done a rather spectacular version of 'Too Sexy for my Shirt' before passing out."

James grinned, cuddling closer to his boyfriend; "You'll have to re-enact it for me sometime. And tell Snivellus to stay the hell away from my boyfriend."

"Actually," Regulus said in an amused voice, "Andromeda did that for me. I think it was something like: Severus, if you don't stay the hell away from my cousin I'm going kick you in the balls so hard you'll end up in the next century! He's only fifteen, and if you ever get him drunk again I will personally tell his mother."

James snickered lightly, too sleepy to really be over appreciative that Regulus at least had someone else to care about him before James came along. Then a thought occurred to him, "Have you ever had a boyfriend, or girlfriend, before?" Pure bloods did the incest thing a lot, who knows?

Regulus blushed and shook his head. "Bellatrix told me I was unnatural for not wanting to pursue Narcissa, but it was to weird for me. She was my cousin, nearly my sister. It was just wrong somehow. I did have a crush on Lucius when I was young, but I grew out of it. I had kind of resigned myself to the fact that there was no one out there for me."

That got James to open his eyes, "You don't still feel that way, do you? I mean," James swallowed, not wanting to sound completely like a girl, but needing Regulus to reassure him, "You didn't settle for me, or anything, did you?" He was too tired for subtle.

Regulus sat up completely so he could look James in the eyes. "There was no settling. Only hoping that I was good enough for you." He kissed James again, gently but urgently. He had to understand. It was very important for him to know just how much Regulus really loved him.

James returned the kiss gratefully. He never doubted this when Regulus was with him, but his sleeping mind brought out all sorts of demons. Pulling away, James whispered playfully, "No one is good enough for me." With a small pause to let Regulus digest the words, he continued, "But you are way too good for me." So he was a drama queen. He shared a room with Sirius Black, what would you expect?

Regulus blushed and whispered, "how can you think I'm to good for you? Everything I am, everything I've been all my life. You're so good. You're smart, you're talented, you're popular, and you've got friends that love you. That are willing to die for you. You're more then I ever could be."

James shook his head, "No, I'm not. I'm conceited, and selfish, and…" James shook his head. "But you're beautiful, and graceful, and loving, and more than I could have ever dreamed of having. You're so bloody perfect. You're strong, stronger than I could ever be, but so gentle and…just bloody perfect."

Regulus could already tell that arguing the point was futile. Shaking his head, he leaned forward and kissed James again. This time he tried to put all his passion, all his longing to make James understand just how great he was behind this kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, James whispered, "You're also a bloody, brilliant kisser."

Regulus laughed, cuddling up to James's chest. He felt so warm there, and realized how wonderfully their bodies fit together. He sighed contentedly and kissed James's neck. "You're not so bad yourself."

"You keep kissing my neck and we might just end up with a problem," James laughed. He really loved being with Regulus, but he knew that he had to discuss something with the boy. "Remus, earlier, was saying that this might…not be such a good idea. Me and you, I mean. Because it puts you in so much danger, and it might not be worth what happiness we have now." James held his breath, waiting for Regulus's response.

"No," Regulus shouted. He paused to take a breath, a rather shaky one, before continuing, "I won't give this up. I don't care about the Dark Lord, or any of it. I want you. I want this. This love, this moment, this is worth dieing for if nothing else in the world is."

James let out his breath, "Thank you." He had been so afraid that Regulus would agree, would want to drop all of this. James knew that if Regulus had agreed, he would have let the boy go. He would have to. He loved Regulus too much to hold the boy there against his will. "I don't know what I'd do if you decided we weren't worth it."

Regulus swallowed. It took everything he had to force the words out of himself. He hated words, but there is no way out of it. "This is the best thing I've ever had. You're the best thing I ever had. Four days ago I was willing to die for the Dark Lord simply because I had no reason to keep going. I do now, and I'm willing to die for this one chance…my only chance…to really live."

James's breath caught in his throat. "Cub," but he didn't really know what to say. "I love you so much. I won't let you die. I couldn't live without you, not now that I know what it's like to be with you." James pulled the boy close to him, wishing that everything outside his curtain would just disappear and it could be just the two of them, just like this, forever. "Don't ever leave me."

Regulus hugged James close, closing his eyes. "I won't. We'll be together, always. We'll find a way. Somehow. I won't leave."

James smiled, sadly, wishing that was a promise that could be kept. Knowing that only time could tell. James shook his head; he wasn't going to spend his time worrying about that stuff. He would make every minute with Regulus a happy one, and just hope for the best. "We better get up soon, Sirius and Remus are probably freaking out. You were unconscious when they last saw you."

"I was," Regulus blinked. "W-What happened to Kreacher? Did we get that solved…when did we get back to the dorm anyway?" Regulus shook his head. "I feel like someone took a chunk out of my memory."

James smiled fondly at the boy, "Kreacher has had his memory wiped. It's only a temporary solution until we can talk to Dumbledore, though. Sirius knows about your Mark," James muttered, ashamed that he had to tell Regulus's secret. He wanted Regulus to trust him, "But he knows it's not your fault too."

Regulus nodded slowly. He could understand why Sirius would have to know, but he still hated that he did. Hated that there was anything for Sirius to know. "Now you want me to tell Dumbledore, don't you?"

James looked at him, "I don't want you to, and it's just…" James shrugged, "That was the only option we could think of." Then, wanting to keep his promise to himself about making every moment a happy one, he smirked, "You didn't ask how we got into bed together in just our boxers."

Regulus chuckled, snuggling up to James again. He really didn't want to get out of bed now. He didn't think he could bear to see the look of disappointment in Dumbledore's eyes when he told him. "Didn't think that was the important part. I thought the important part was that we were."

Beginning of Lemon-ness

James smiled, leaning in to kiss Regulus deeply. This boy was too damn sweet for his own good. They needed to get downstairs. Needed to work things out. But right now, all James cared about was that Regulus had opened his mouth invitingly, and that James was slowly pulling the boy down to lay on top of him. Kissing was a million times better after you had found out that your boyfriend was in love with you. Willing to die to be with you. A million times better.

Something had changed between them, Regulus thought as his hand found their way to James's bare arms and his own bare stomach lay on James's own. He wasn't sure what had changed, but it was a good thing. Somehow, this was better. Deeper and more meaningful. This was something that was going to last. His tongue began to wrestle with James's. He wanted to taste James again. Wanted to simply melt into James until there was no Regulus and only an us.

James moaned, loving the feeling of skin on skin. This time the feeling was definitely an arousing one. And Regulus could probably feel just how much James loved this. James pulled away slightly, panting, "Unless you want this going a lot farther, we better get up and get dressed. Not that I'd complain about it going farther." James looked into Regulus's eyes, smiling lovingly at his boyfriend. At his Cub.

Regulus sighed. He wasn't entirely sure what he wanted. It was so fast, but it felt so good. So very right like nothing in his life had before, but if James had pulled away then maybe he wasn't ready. Gently, he kissed behind James's ear and whispered, "Whatever you want."

James shook his head, "This isn't about just me. If we do anything," James kissed Regulus's cheek, "it will be because we both want it." But really, Regulus didn't expect James to stop touching him, while the boy decided, did he? James ran his hands up and down the Slytherin's back, caressing every inch of skin.

Regulus moaned, hoping beyond hope that Sirius could not hear them, and lay his head one more on James's chest. "Jay-Jay, would I have given you the option if I was against the idea?"

James's heart nearly stopped. Regulus wanted to…Regulus wanted to be with him. James smiled warmly, "Would I have asked, if I was against it?" God, this boy was perfect. So perfect. James pulled Regulus back up for a deep kiss. "I love you," he whispered when they broke apart. "More than anything in this world. More than I ever thought was possible. I love you."

Wanting to respond and still seem sincere, Regulus placed began to kiss James's neck. He had been marked, and now he desperately wanted to mark James as his and his alone. His alone. The very thought thrilled and aroused him as he bit and sucked gently on James's exposed neck.

James moaned, tilting his head back to give Regulus more room to work with. He really wanted Regulus to mark him. To claim him. But that didn't mean he would be submissive the whole time. James pushed Regulus away lightly, flipping them over so that he was on top. He leaned in and kissed the boy's Adam's apple, then moved lower, licking across Regulus's collarbone.

Regulus instinctively arched his back. He had never felt pleasure like that before. He wanted James to keep doing that. To touch him more. He slid his hands along James's back, memorizing every muscle and patch of skin with his fingertips.

James pushed down with his hips, hissing at the pleasure of the action. He really wanted there to be less clothes between them, but he wasn't sure that he could pull away from Regulus long enough to get their boxers off. James moved down the Slytherins chest, kissing and licking and nibbling ever inch of skin.

Regulus groaned with pleasure, a deep noise in the back of his throat. He wanted James to do that thing with his hips again. He could feel the blood beginning to rush to his groin, but couldn't tell if James felt the same. That, he decided, had to change. Using his weight to flip them again, he straddled James's legs and bent forward. He gently placed his mouth over James's left nipple and began playing with it with his tongue. He was going off instinct, and really hoped he was doing something right.

James moaned, arching his back into the touch. Damn that warm mouth was addicting. James grabbed Regulus's hips, grinding lightly against them. He was already hard, and was glad to note that Regulus was faring the same. He opened his mouth, panting, "We…we need…less…clothes."

Regulus agreed. Capturing James's mouth in his again with a searing kiss, Regulus lifted his hips just enough to slide James's boxers off. He would have done the same to his own, but he desperately wanted James to do it. Biting down gently on James's lip, he did a grinding motion with his hips against James's nakedness. This felt too good to be real.

James gasped. He needed Regulus naked, now! James reached down and roughly yanked Regulus's boxers away, then pulling him down to feel the sensation of their arousal pressed together. He reached up and pulled away from Regulus's kiss, and began to lick and nibble the boy's ear. He slowly slid his hand down Regulus's back, to cup his arse and bring their hips closer together.

Regulus made a growling noise deep in his throat that could have competed with anything Sirius could make. This was wonderful…but he needed more. More skin, more touch, more of James. He began to grind against James intensely, needing to feel the friction as they rubbed together.

That felt…so nice. But it wasn't enough. James pulled away for a minute, whispering, "I want you." He wasn't sure whether he meant he wanted to be inside Regulus, or he wanted Regulus inside him. He just knew that he wanted that closeness. He wanted them to be joined together. "I love you."

"Love you…" Regulus panted, licking his way from behind James's ear down to his navel. "So much…" He wanted more, but was at a loss as to what else to do. His father had covered what to do with girls…but boys were a completely new area. He almost wished he'd asked Sirius, but then decided that would have been awkward. He satisfied himself with licking circles around James's belly button.

James couldn't get enough of this, of the feeling of Regulus touching him. He felt it when the boy hesitated, "What's wrong. We can…stop if you…need." James panted, knowing how hard it would be for him to stop, but knowing that he would if Regulus was having second thoughts.

"No…don't stop," Regulus panted again, running his hands along James's stomach and chest. "Just, don't know…what else to do…"

James smiled; loving that Regulus was so innocent in all this. Loving that he had never done anything as much as talk about it before and that James could teach him what to do. James ignored the fact that he had never done more than talking before, "That depends…you want top or bottom?"

Regulus had to wonder why that mattered, decided it really didn't as long as James had the other side, and picked on. "Bottom…I'll take bottom…"

"You do know what bottom means, don't you," James didn't want his lover to pick something out of ignorance and not enjoy this. He really wanted to make Regulus feel good, and he didn't care if that meant him being on top or bottom.

Regulus grinned wickedly. "That you are on top of me, doing something pleasurable to me that I am sure I will enjoy."

James laughed, "It means that my cock would be up your arse. You would enjoy it though. Still want bottom?"

Regulus continued to grin. "As long as it's your cock, I don't care where you stick it. Bottom sounds fine to me."

"Sounds good to me," James laughed. He pondered their situation for a moment, before grabbing his wand off the nightstand and saying "Accio Lubricant." Shortly after, a small bottle flew past their curtains and into James's hand. He smiled up at Regulus, before flipping them over. James began kissing Regulus again, lifting the boy's knees and spreading his legs. "This will hurt a little at first, but…from what I'm told, it gets much better."

Regulus nodded resolutely, once again torn between wishing he had more experience and being glad that James was the first one to do this to him. He was excited and anxious all at once. How did it feel to have another boy's cock inside you? Sirius sure seemed to enjoy it…but Sirius had always been a bit twisted. He looked at James, naked and kneeling on the crimson sheets. His doubt began to slowly melt away. James wouldn't hurt him.

James, feeling Regulus relax, opened the bottle and spread the oily substance on his fingers. He leaned forward, kissing Regulus, as he slowly slipped one finger inside the Slytherin. He moved it around, trying to find Regulus's prostate, but having no idea where to look for it. Just because he had listened to Sirius talk about all this, didn't mean that James actually knew what he was doing. But the feeling of that one finger inside Regulus was almost overwhelming. The boy was tight and hot and James could only imagine what it would be like to be inside him completely.

Regulus gasped, a little bit in shock and a little bit in pain. The feeling of having a finger inside you was not entirely a pleasant one, but pleasing in an odd kind of way because it was James's finger and James who was inside him. The thought filled him with pleasure.

The little gasp that escaped Regulus made James pause out of fear of hurting his lover. When he felt that Regulus was ready, he slipped a second finger inside, gently scissoring them to stretch the boy out. He twisted his hand slightly, and grinned as he saw the look of pleasure on Regulus's face, "That, my Cub, is your prostrate."

Regulus didn't know what to say. He just knew he really wanted James to do that again. Nothing they had done before compared to that, and he could feel himself getting harder again after their momentary lapse of activity.

James moved his fingers again, making sure to hit that spot. He slowly slid in a third finger, moving them around and stretching as best as he could. He didn't know how much more of this he could take; it was like he was teasing himself with just his fingers in Regulus. James leaned forward, kissing the Slytherin deeply, "You think you're ready?" James brushed his left hand across Regulus's cock, moving his fingers to hit the prostrate at the same time.

Regulus moaned with pleasure, thrusting against James's fingers. He needed James inside him, right now. "I won't be…if you don't hurry…"

James laughed, but pulled his fingers out of the Slytherin. "You are gorgeous," he whispers, positioning himself at Regulus's entrance and slowly pushing in. "So…bloody…gorgeous." Talking at this point was rather difficult. James stilled once he was all the way in, letting Regulus get used to the feel of him.

Regulus took deep breaths, getting used to the odd sensation, trying to relax so he wasn't too tight. Once he was used to it, he decided he wanted as much of James in him as possible as it was oddly pleasant. Slowly, he wrapped his legs around James, forcing him deeper. Regulus cried out, but from pain or pleasure even he couldn't tell. A bit of both, he thought.

James moaned, pushing as deep into Regulus as he could go. James didn't honestly think he could last very long, this was his first time and Regulus was just so tight. James slowly pulled out until only his head was left inside the Slytherin, before pushing back in quickly, trying to hit his lovers prostrate. How did Sirius and Remus do this…pay attention to how you're thrusting while you're doing it? It was bloody hard!

Regulus made a noise of pleasure that he couldn't have named if he wanted to. He thrust back onto James. He could not get enough of him. He need more. Needed all of James. His hands reached down to rub himself, feeling like it wasn't getting the attention it needed.

Noticing Regulus's hand, James bats it away and takes the boys cock in his hand. He really was neglecting Regulus, but he didn't mean to. It was just hard concentrating on thrusting, hitting Regulus's prostate, and rubbing Regulus too. But, it was enjoyable. The feeling of sliding in and out of the boy, and the feel of Regulus's hard cock in his hand. James panted, he wouldn't last much longer.

Regulus to was breathing heavily. He wanted this to last forever, but knew it couldn't. He was painfully hard and he felt he was going to pass out if this kept up to much longer. There was almost too much pleasure. He was so close, so close to the edge…

James pushed into Regulus as far as he could, then ground his hips into the boy in a circle motion, pushing hard on Regulus's prostate. He closed his eyes, feeling his world explode and small white lights danced across his vision.

The grinding and the feeling of James releasing inside him pushed Regulus over. He was tingling from head to foot and the world was spinning. For a moment he felt he could touch the moon. Slowly, however fast it felt to him, he began to come back down. He wanted to hold onto that feeling of elation, but it slipped through his fingers like the wind.

Collapsing on top of Regulus, James sighed. That was…perfect. Wonderful. Amazing. James pulled out of his lover and moved over to cuddle beside him. "That was…so much…better…than I ever…imagined." Talking while breathless was difficult. James pulled Regulus close and kissed him lovingly.

Regulus sighed contentedly. "You're brilliant," he whispered, gently kissing James. It began to dawn on him what a stick mess they'd made, but for some reason he was proud of it. He'd done that. He'd made James do that, and he loved it.

If they stayed like this much longer, they would fall asleep again. And this probably wasn't the best position for Sirius to find them in, should he decide to wake them up. Sighing contentedly, James whispers, "We really need a shower. And then we should probably head back to the rest of the world." That idea wasn't very appealing at all. But neither was getting caught naked and sticky with an equally naked and sticky Regulus by the boy's overprotective brother.

Regulus made a noise of protest, but seemed to understand the importance of their moving. He would have suggested a cleaning charm for the sake of speed if the idea of showering with James wasn't such an enjoyable one. With slightly shaking limbs, Regulus pulled himself up onto his hands and knees.

James does the same, pausing to look over that body. He hadn't really had time to appreciate the sight before, being too distracted with the feel. But Regulus really was gorgeous. Especially with his body lightly coated in sweat, and his relaxed from the after-glow of sex. "You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

Regulus looked over at James, his black hair hanging in front of his blue eyes. He smiled at James, enjoying the excuse to simply stare and not feel awkward. "You obviously haven't looked in a mirror lately."

Laughing, James murmurs, "I really don't need any help in the inflated ego department, Cub."

Regulus laughed, feeling truly happy and- he realized to his astonishment- completed. Once again, something good had changed between him and James. Something he wouldn't reverse even if he could. "We'd better hurry. Sirius might come look for us, and I personally don't feel like dealing with him right now."

"Me neither," James smiles, "One Black is all I need or want. I love you, Regulus Black." That felt so good to say. James pulled Regulus into the bathroom, and then into the shower. He really never wanted to let the boy out of his arms.