DISCLAIMER: J K Rowling thought it all up and now I am playing with some of her characters and situations. David Bowie thought up quite a bit of it, too, including the story and chapter titles and some other sentences and situations.

WARNING: More smut.

I SMILED SADLY

"You've been so good to me. I love the feel of you. Like last time. One of my favourite memories. Don't go. I'll be good. Won't ask. Need you," Regulus whispered, his hot breath travelling over Remus' skin.

"This would be easier," Remus mumbled "if you were less gorgeous." He dropped his sweater and allowed himself to be nudged gently towards the bedroom door.

Soft, gentle nibbles ran down his back, causing the most delicious shivering. Practiced hands moved to his fly and soon he could feel the stiff shaft of Regulus' erection against his bare bottom. He put his arms out in front of him and spread his palms against the painted wood of the door. He twisted round and caught the condemned man's earlobe in his mouth. He sucked. He stepped out of his trousers. He pushed backwards with his hips. He enjoyed the sensation of a naked body moving against his.

Then it was gone. He opened his eyes, not sure when he had closed them. Regulus was searching around the bed.

"Your wand?" he asked.

Remus had to clear his throat before he answered, "On the drawers."

Regulus grabbed it and scurried back, his gaze taking in the naked man in position ready for him. His enjoyment of the sight was unmistakeable. He hummed with joy, gripping Remus' face in one hand and bringing their mouths together. With his other hand - the one holding the wand, he held Remus by the hip and drew their groins together too.

He muttered the same lubricating charm he had used in the John Bull toilets. Remus only caught a couple of words and gave up on trying to memorise them. This time it was his arse that was filled with stickiness. Regulus entered him with a slick finger.

Remus' teeth slammed together, narrowly missing Regulus' tongue. The younger man pulled back and laughed, then moved his kisses down to the safety of Remus' taut neck. Remus thrust back, fucking himself on one, then two, then three digits. He growled with need.

His need was answered by an oily hand on his cock and an oily cock in his arse. They both sweated and grunted and swore, slamming against each other, gaining speed and force, stimulated but unsatisfied, shoving, grinding, stroking, biting and finally, to the accompaniment of screams of ecstasy, simultaneously ejaculating.

Covered in goosebumps, their spent bodies fell to the floor. After a few deep breaths, they looked into each other's faces.

"Phew!" Remus gasped.

"Thanks," Regulus panted.

Remus chuckled. "The same," he replied.

It didn't take long for the carpet to feel uncomfortably itchy. Regulus staggered to his feet and pulled Remus up to standing. In a few steps they reached the bed and fell onto it. They wrapped arms round each other and pulled the blankets haphazardly over themselves.

Grey eyes scanned Remus' scarred body and Regulus declared it, "Just bloody fantastic!"

Remus played his fingertips over the erstwhile Death Eater's scull, saying, regretfully, "Your hair."

"Not practical," Regulus answered, but he pouted too.

"Was so …" Remus didn't finish the sentence, but Regulus nodded agreement.

"At least you saw it," he sighed. "You can remember it."

"Long, straight, soft, deep black."

"Remember me. Please."

"Always," Remus replied softly. He crossed the tiny space between them and kissed the full lips tenderly. After a moment he asked, "Where's your wand?"

Regulus grimaced. "Too traceable. Dropped it in a lake." Unaccountably he sniggered at his own words.

"How will you defend yourself?"

"Couldn't anyway. Not once they find me. It'll all be over in a flash. They'll find me a whole lot sooner if I start doing magic. Been living like a Muggle."

Icy terror ran through Remus and he choked out, "But you did. The charm. You did the --"

"Lubricus! Oh fuck!" Regulus cried out, realising. "I've got to go!" He sat up and started scrabbling about for his clothing. "Shit! I hope they don't come here! Merlin, I'm so sorry!"

"Don't be sorry!" Remus demanded. "Not for anything."

He took hold of the panicking young man and gave him one last, deep, calming kiss before cleaning him up and helping him to dress.

Regulus rushed down the stairs, nearly running into Sirius.

"Woah!" the taller man cried out. "Where's the fire?"

"I've got to go!" Regulus explained. "Thanks for everything."

Sirius took hold of him by his skinny shoulders. "Wait. That's it? You haven't even got a cloak. Take some food with you. Is this the last time?"

"I really have to go!" Regulus protested, trying to wriggle free.

Remus bounded down the stairs then, nearly toppling into the two brothers. He was dressed, but flushed and his hair stuck to his forehead. He righted himself and sprinted into the kitchen, waving his wand around, summoning provisions and a rucksack to put them in.

"Take a couple of minutes," he panted.

"I really don't think I can," Regulus replied. "I don't want them coming here. You two --"

"Can look after ourselves," Sirius said firmly. He tentatively let go of Regulus and backed across the room to the hatstand. He pulled off a thick, hooded cloak, gloves and a scarf.

"No point in warming up a corpse!" Regulus protested, but put them on anyway. "Thanks big brother. I wish we'd had more time together. And thanks for … everything. Food, bed, bath, you know." He looked slyly over towards Remus who was fastening the bag. "You never used to share your toys."

Before Sirius could come up with a reply, Regulus had clasped him in a quick but tight hug, then crossed the small room to hug Remus and take the rucksack from him. Then he darted out of the front door.

The two friends dashed to the window and shoved back the curtains to watch the slight figure hurrying away. He soon disappeared behind a hedge and Remus ran up the stairs, closely followed by Sirius as soon as he realised why.

They could see a lot further from Remus' bedroom window. They stared out in silence, watching Regulus Black's final exit from their lives. When he was completely hidden by the dark, twisted trunks of a pair of yews, Sirius sank down onto the bed. Remus fixed his gaze on the spot where Regulus was not going to reappear.

After a couple of minutes, Sirius jumped up again, glaring resentfully at the bed. Remus watched him ruefully, not bothering to tell him that they hadn't done it there. Sirius moved away, walking to stand, ironically, in the doorway.

"It wasn't weird?" he muttered.

Remus sighed, suspecting that his best friend was just avoiding thinking about his only brother's imminent death. "Do you want me to tell you what it was like?" he asked warningly.

"No," Sirius answered too quickly. "I just don't get it." He started to stomp down the stairs. "How come you can fancy him and not me?"

Remus raised his eyes in exasperation. He chose now to suffer from hurt pride? "Padfoot!" he snapped. "You're straight!" Then he slammed the door and threw himself against it to weep.