Prompt: 26. Agreement
Pairing: Regulus/Remus
"He doesn't want you."
Regulus' breath is hot and damp on Remus' skin and with it he feels the dull blush of shame spread across his cheeks. Remus closes his eyes and prays that the darkness there swallows him, but he knows Regulus is going nowhere.
"He doesn't love you."
Remus swallows and it feels as if his throat is made of thorns, as if he is pricking his insides with every gulp. His eyes are beginning to sting and he does his best to hold back tears as Regulus' fingers trace his spine through his robes.
"He doesn't even look at you, Remus," he whispers. "I do."
Remus opens his amber eyes and stares, his eyes strangely bright. No tears, he thinks. Not now.
"I look at you. I notice you. I see you, Remus," says Regulus, punctuating each sentence with a kiss to Remus' jaw.
"Kiss me."
And Remus doesn't know what to do because Regulus is right and everything he has said is painfully true, and Remus can feel himself blushing in agreement, shame and embarrassment burning in the base of his stomach. But under that, right there, coiling and twisting beneath, what is that? Is that...desire?
He gives in, and Remus finds Regulus' lips, kissing him with everything he wishes Sirius would take. Regulus growls into his mouth, hands rough and claiming on Remus' hips, on his back, on his chest. He is tearing carelessly at Remus' clothes, slipping his hand under the dense fabric and Remus concedes, whimpering in defeated acceptance.
Regulus' hand is cold and his touch is so foreign, but Remus finds himself panting, arching his hips forward into Regulus' hand. He keeps his gaze locked with Regulus' steely grey eyes and lets the fire consume him. His hips are convulsing and his back is arching and there are fireworks in his vision, framing those grey eyes, but it's Sirius' name on his lips when Remus comes.
And Regulus tenses, pulls his hand from Remus' underwear with a snap and recoils.
"Regulus, I'm s-," he tries.
But Regulus is already gone.