FIC: "Before You Know It," Chapter 2
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stephanometraTitle: Before You Know It, Chapter 2
Pairing: Severus/Regulus
Rating: R
Warnings: They're still young. That's it.
Word Count: 1514
Disclaimer: Still not mine, and I've no expectation that they ever will be, more's the pity.
Author's Note: Short but pornographic chapter. Next week, twice the words and PLOT! Thanks again to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
absinthe_lust and theamazingtish for pulling beta duty. Chapter 1 may be found here.
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Severus doesn't need to be awake to be alert, can defend himself even in his sleep, but he usually has little need of these skills while at school. Therefore he's surprised when he starts awake at a soft cry of pain to find Regulus standing by his bedstead, Severus' hand clamped cruelly around one pale arm.
"What time is it?" Severus asks, apologetically uncurling his fingers and sitting up in bed.
Regulus, eyes downcast, protectively cradles his left wrist. "Half two. Three. Not really sure." His hair is tousled, his robes crooked, and Severus suddenly knows exactly what Regulus was doing before showing up in the wrong dormitory in the middle of the night.
Severus swears and moves over to make room for the other boy on the soft bed, spelling the curtains closed and lighting his wand as Regulus lays his head in Severus' lap, a pained look on his face, and draws a shuddering breath.
"'M sorry, Severus," he mumbles, and Severus brushes the fringe out of Regulus' eyes in reply. "Didn't know where else to go. Not the same since Cissy left. Nobody to talk to. Nobody cares."
Severus ignores the stab of uselessness in his chest and says nothing.
Regulus doesn't seem to need a reply, anyway. "They never stop fighting. He hates her, says he'll leave. Christmas was awful."
All of Severus' Christmases have been awful.
"Why doesn't he want us?" Regulus blinks back tears, his voice barely a whisper. "How can he be such a fool?"
Severus wants to shout that Regulus is the foolish one for wanting such a worthless brother in the first place, but he knows that his mouth would never be able to form the words. He settles for silently pleading with a God he's not sure exists to keep Regulus from weeping. Slytherins don't cry, please don't let him cry.
A minute of silence becomes twenty, and Severus just keeps stroking Regulus' hair as they both refuse to acknowledge the slender streaks of salt appearing on Regulus' face.
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Severus' bad day begins when he wakes to find Regulus gone, though he knows he ought to have expected it. Merlin knows I wouldn't be able to face him if I'd been the one crying my eyes out last night.
Breakfast is lonely because Regulus doesn't come up to the Great Hall until Severus leaves en route to a quiz in Transfiguration, which he fails spectacularly.
Even Potions is awful, because that stupid mudblood slag Evans manages to get her Invigoration Draught to just the right opacity, whereas Severus' stubbornly persists in its watery appearance and refuses to distil to the correct concentration.
After classes, Severus can think of nothing but storming after Potter and Black and taking out some of his frustration on them – I know just the curse to use, no day that makes those two bleed can possibly be all bad – when suddenly a hand pulls him into a curtained alcove off the Potions corridor.
Oh, bloody fantastic, Severus thinks, quickly drawing his wand and preparing for the hex; it never comes, because it's not Potter's Black in the dimly-lit niche.
"What the hell are you playing at, Regulus?" he asks, putting his wand away and running an absent hand over his untidy hair. "Could it wait until I get a very urgent bit of hexing out of the way?"
Regulus' lips twitch into a half-smile and he releases the sleeve of Severus' robe, smoothing the fabric absently, blushing faintly and looking at the floor. "No, I don't think so," he says, and then he very deliberately looks Severus in the eye as he steps closer.
Neither boy closes his eyes when their lips meet, and Severus doesn't feel it when his back hits the wall behind him.
Regulus slips his perfect hands into Severus' robes, fingers nimbly delving into his pants and one hand lightly curling around his half-hard cock, smiling into Severus' mouth at the hitch in his breath.
Severus' heart beats entirely too fast for comfort, and when Regulus' lips drift away from his to trail kisses along his jaw he hisses, "We can't do this here, idiot," – a gasp when Regulus gently nips at his earlobe – "we'll get caught, and –"
"Would that really be such a bad thing, hmm?" Regulus murmurs quietly into his ear.
Severus pulls away as far as he can (given that he's pinned against a wall) with an uncomfortable contortion of his spine and gives the other boy an incredulous look.
Regulus laughs and smoothes a hand up Severus' narrow chest to curl around the back of his neck before resuming the assault on his ear. "I am a fair hand at Inconspicuity Charms, Severus. Now shut up, yeah?"
A gentle squeeze of his erection kills Severus' protests, but the tension doesn't disappear from his posture even as Regulus dips his head to suck at the pulse point of his throat.
Regulus pulls back a little, looks at Severus critically. "Trust me," he says, laying a chaste kiss at the corner of Severus' mouth, and then he drops gracefully to his knees.
Severus starts to tremble, fingertips scrabbling for purchase along the stone behind him, as Regulus gently pushes robes aside and pants down Severus' hips with his free hand, still stroking Severus' cock with the other.
They've never done this before, not in any of their repeated excursions to the library, not in bed at night. Silver eyes glance upwards as though seeking permission, even though Severus is far too terrified to give it, and then Regulus closes his lips around the head of Severus' prick.
Merlin on a fucking crutch.
Severus doesn't realize he's spoken aloud until Regulus, tongue fluttering around the underside of his cock, sniggers and takes him deeper before backing off again. He covers his mouth with his hand to keep any more cries from escaping, trusting neither the silencing spell portion of Regulus' charm nor his own ability to keep quiet, and for a moment the only sound comes from the slick glide of Regulus' mouth on his erection.
When Regulus begins to suck, high cheekbones standing out in stark relief with the effort, Severus has to bite down on a knuckle to maintain his silence, the other hand moving instinctively to the back of the dark head before him, tangling in Regulus' hair.
Regulus laughs low in his throat again, and the vibration tears a whimper from Severus despite his best efforts.
Severus stares down at the other boy and fights to keep his hips still as Regulus speeds up, the wet heat and suction turning him into a straining bundle of nerves centred in his cock. Nothing has ever felt so fantastic, not even close, and though he knows (regretfully) that it can hardly last forever, Severus clings to the sensation, memorizing it, as his climax approaches.
He lightly brushes Regulus' fringe out of his face and the other boy looks up without interrupting his rhythm, eyes wide and unblinking. Severus doesn't say anything, but Regulus understands, takes him as far as he can without gagging, and doesn't look away even as Severus' own eyes fall shut and he comes hard into Regulus' mouth, a coppery tang on his lips as his teeth break the skin of his finger.
When he opens his eyes again, he sees Regulus on the floor with his knees splayed wide and robes bunched up around his waist, frantically stroking his own prick and looking an absolute picture of debauchery.
Severus drops to the floor and captures Regulus' swollen lips with his own – fuck fuck fuck, I can taste myself on him – laces his uninjured fingers with Regulus' around his cock. One stroke, two, and Regulus spills into their joined hands with a moan.
They don't move for a moment, breathing hard with foreheads together, and then Severus lays his free hand against Regulus' cheek, unmindful of the cut that's still bleeding sluggishly.
Leaning into the touch, Regulus turns his head and soothingly licks Severus' finger clean before kissing it gently and closing the wound with a murmured "Medere."
"Thank you," Severus says quietly, shocked by the intimacy of the action, before rearranging his clothing and pulling out his wand to Vanish the mess.
Regulus gives him a smirk as Severus casts the spell. "Even though I've made you late for your very important hexing engagement?"
"I can probably forgive you."
"Sirius is always late anyway," Regulus says, and then he looks away, as if he knows he oughtn't to have said it.
Severus pauses a moment, unsure of how he is supposed to reply to that, before getting up and starting to refasten his robe.
Regulus stands as well and kisses Severus almost shyly before ducking out of the alcove.
Severus follows after a minute passes, his bad mood entirely evaporated.
It comes back, of course; Black hits him with a Jelly-Legs Jinx later that evening, and consequently he misses dinner.
Regardless, just before he falls asleep that night, Severus thinks that it was a decent sort of day.
~
To Chapter 3
FIRE BAD! FEEDBACK GOOD!
Pairing: Severus/Regulus
Rating: R
Warnings: They're still young. That's it.
Word Count: 1514
Disclaimer: Still not mine, and I've no expectation that they ever will be, more's the pity.
Author's Note: Short but pornographic chapter. Next week, twice the words and PLOT! Thanks again to
absinthe_lust and theamazingtish for pulling beta duty. Chapter 1 may be found here.Severus doesn't need to be awake to be alert, can defend himself even in his sleep, but he usually has little need of these skills while at school. Therefore he's surprised when he starts awake at a soft cry of pain to find Regulus standing by his bedstead, Severus' hand clamped cruelly around one pale arm.
"What time is it?" Severus asks, apologetically uncurling his fingers and sitting up in bed.
Regulus, eyes downcast, protectively cradles his left wrist. "Half two. Three. Not really sure." His hair is tousled, his robes crooked, and Severus suddenly knows exactly what Regulus was doing before showing up in the wrong dormitory in the middle of the night.
Severus swears and moves over to make room for the other boy on the soft bed, spelling the curtains closed and lighting his wand as Regulus lays his head in Severus' lap, a pained look on his face, and draws a shuddering breath.
"'M sorry, Severus," he mumbles, and Severus brushes the fringe out of Regulus' eyes in reply. "Didn't know where else to go. Not the same since Cissy left. Nobody to talk to. Nobody cares."
Severus ignores the stab of uselessness in his chest and says nothing.
Regulus doesn't seem to need a reply, anyway. "They never stop fighting. He hates her, says he'll leave. Christmas was awful."
All of Severus' Christmases have been awful.
"Why doesn't he want us?" Regulus blinks back tears, his voice barely a whisper. "How can he be such a fool?"
Severus wants to shout that Regulus is the foolish one for wanting such a worthless brother in the first place, but he knows that his mouth would never be able to form the words. He settles for silently pleading with a God he's not sure exists to keep Regulus from weeping. Slytherins don't cry, please don't let him cry.
A minute of silence becomes twenty, and Severus just keeps stroking Regulus' hair as they both refuse to acknowledge the slender streaks of salt appearing on Regulus' face.
Severus' bad day begins when he wakes to find Regulus gone, though he knows he ought to have expected it. Merlin knows I wouldn't be able to face him if I'd been the one crying my eyes out last night.
Breakfast is lonely because Regulus doesn't come up to the Great Hall until Severus leaves en route to a quiz in Transfiguration, which he fails spectacularly.
Even Potions is awful, because that stupid mudblood slag Evans manages to get her Invigoration Draught to just the right opacity, whereas Severus' stubbornly persists in its watery appearance and refuses to distil to the correct concentration.
After classes, Severus can think of nothing but storming after Potter and Black and taking out some of his frustration on them – I know just the curse to use, no day that makes those two bleed can possibly be all bad – when suddenly a hand pulls him into a curtained alcove off the Potions corridor.
Oh, bloody fantastic, Severus thinks, quickly drawing his wand and preparing for the hex; it never comes, because it's not Potter's Black in the dimly-lit niche.
"What the hell are you playing at, Regulus?" he asks, putting his wand away and running an absent hand over his untidy hair. "Could it wait until I get a very urgent bit of hexing out of the way?"
Regulus' lips twitch into a half-smile and he releases the sleeve of Severus' robe, smoothing the fabric absently, blushing faintly and looking at the floor. "No, I don't think so," he says, and then he very deliberately looks Severus in the eye as he steps closer.
Neither boy closes his eyes when their lips meet, and Severus doesn't feel it when his back hits the wall behind him.
Regulus slips his perfect hands into Severus' robes, fingers nimbly delving into his pants and one hand lightly curling around his half-hard cock, smiling into Severus' mouth at the hitch in his breath.
Severus' heart beats entirely too fast for comfort, and when Regulus' lips drift away from his to trail kisses along his jaw he hisses, "We can't do this here, idiot," – a gasp when Regulus gently nips at his earlobe – "we'll get caught, and –"
"Would that really be such a bad thing, hmm?" Regulus murmurs quietly into his ear.
Severus pulls away as far as he can (given that he's pinned against a wall) with an uncomfortable contortion of his spine and gives the other boy an incredulous look.
Regulus laughs and smoothes a hand up Severus' narrow chest to curl around the back of his neck before resuming the assault on his ear. "I am a fair hand at Inconspicuity Charms, Severus. Now shut up, yeah?"
A gentle squeeze of his erection kills Severus' protests, but the tension doesn't disappear from his posture even as Regulus dips his head to suck at the pulse point of his throat.
Regulus pulls back a little, looks at Severus critically. "Trust me," he says, laying a chaste kiss at the corner of Severus' mouth, and then he drops gracefully to his knees.
Severus starts to tremble, fingertips scrabbling for purchase along the stone behind him, as Regulus gently pushes robes aside and pants down Severus' hips with his free hand, still stroking Severus' cock with the other.
They've never done this before, not in any of their repeated excursions to the library, not in bed at night. Silver eyes glance upwards as though seeking permission, even though Severus is far too terrified to give it, and then Regulus closes his lips around the head of Severus' prick.
Merlin on a fucking crutch.
Severus doesn't realize he's spoken aloud until Regulus, tongue fluttering around the underside of his cock, sniggers and takes him deeper before backing off again. He covers his mouth with his hand to keep any more cries from escaping, trusting neither the silencing spell portion of Regulus' charm nor his own ability to keep quiet, and for a moment the only sound comes from the slick glide of Regulus' mouth on his erection.
When Regulus begins to suck, high cheekbones standing out in stark relief with the effort, Severus has to bite down on a knuckle to maintain his silence, the other hand moving instinctively to the back of the dark head before him, tangling in Regulus' hair.
Regulus laughs low in his throat again, and the vibration tears a whimper from Severus despite his best efforts.
Severus stares down at the other boy and fights to keep his hips still as Regulus speeds up, the wet heat and suction turning him into a straining bundle of nerves centred in his cock. Nothing has ever felt so fantastic, not even close, and though he knows (regretfully) that it can hardly last forever, Severus clings to the sensation, memorizing it, as his climax approaches.
He lightly brushes Regulus' fringe out of his face and the other boy looks up without interrupting his rhythm, eyes wide and unblinking. Severus doesn't say anything, but Regulus understands, takes him as far as he can without gagging, and doesn't look away even as Severus' own eyes fall shut and he comes hard into Regulus' mouth, a coppery tang on his lips as his teeth break the skin of his finger.
When he opens his eyes again, he sees Regulus on the floor with his knees splayed wide and robes bunched up around his waist, frantically stroking his own prick and looking an absolute picture of debauchery.
Severus drops to the floor and captures Regulus' swollen lips with his own – fuck fuck fuck, I can taste myself on him – laces his uninjured fingers with Regulus' around his cock. One stroke, two, and Regulus spills into their joined hands with a moan.
They don't move for a moment, breathing hard with foreheads together, and then Severus lays his free hand against Regulus' cheek, unmindful of the cut that's still bleeding sluggishly.
Leaning into the touch, Regulus turns his head and soothingly licks Severus' finger clean before kissing it gently and closing the wound with a murmured "Medere."
"Thank you," Severus says quietly, shocked by the intimacy of the action, before rearranging his clothing and pulling out his wand to Vanish the mess.
Regulus gives him a smirk as Severus casts the spell. "Even though I've made you late for your very important hexing engagement?"
"I can probably forgive you."
"Sirius is always late anyway," Regulus says, and then he looks away, as if he knows he oughtn't to have said it.
Severus pauses a moment, unsure of how he is supposed to reply to that, before getting up and starting to refasten his robe.
Regulus stands as well and kisses Severus almost shyly before ducking out of the alcove.
Severus follows after a minute passes, his bad mood entirely evaporated.
It comes back, of course; Black hits him with a Jelly-Legs Jinx later that evening, and consequently he misses dinner.
Regardless, just before he falls asleep that night, Severus thinks that it was a decent sort of day.
To Chapter 3
FIRE BAD! FEEDBACK GOOD!
