Harry Potter One Shots.

Bloody valentine

// I've had this in my drafts for a while now annnd honestly might delete it if I'm not feeling it anymore but I tried my hand at some angst/smut and fluff all at once. Enjoy regulusarcturuss this is mainly for you because I wouldn't have published this if you hadn't been so supportive. Also! Listen to the song.

' 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥, '

The bed James sat on with Regulus on his lap, in the room they occupied creaked with every thrust James gave regulus; Pants and heavy breaths slipping out from Regulus bruised lips; hair messy from James tugging it back so he could get a good look at regulus' face.

'𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵.'

They did this every Friday behined Sirius' back.

It was wrong; they both knew it.

Knew how mad and betryed sirius would feel if he found out this is where James had been going when he said he couldn't go with Sirius to hogsmead again.

To fuck his brother in his dorm.

Regulus gasped and clenched the dark emerald sheets under him as James tugged his head back all the way till his neck was exposed to the older gryfindor, free for James to bite harshly into the soft ivory skin that was Regulus black: Slytherin heir of black.

Brother of Sirius black: Gryfindor blood traitor.

And then there was James. Best friend of said gryfindor blood traitor.

' 𝘐𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵, 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 '𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥' 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬?'

A cry left regulus' throat and his eyes watered but he loved it. Loved when James did this, rough and sensual just the way Regulus wanted.

Quite literally asked for this.

It was the only night they could pretend. Pretend that James was regulus' and not that red heads; where James could pretend Regulus was his and he wasn't cheating on lily or ruining his friendship with Sirius.

Pretending.

They loved doing that, it didn't matter in the moment because James was buried inside regulus and Regulus was calling his name.

'𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,'

And calling his name he was, fine nails finding James' leg and digging them into the tan flesh, emmiting a satisfied groan from the man behined him, thrusts getting harder, faster , sloppier and Regulus didn't want it to end.

Because once this finishes, James would be out the door, having to quickly make it back to his dorm before his friends come back and get suspicious.

'𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,'

And with that last thought Regulus' body stiffened and a choked cry of pleasure left his lips,James praising Regulus with sweet words and nicknames Regulus loved so much,eventually finishing a little after Regulus. James' thrusts slowing down but not pulling out, not when Regulus slumped back into James, his chest supporting Regulus' weight.

' 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥, '

" Don't leave yet. " Regulus pleaded, his chest heaving, body glistening with sweat, he looked exausted, light gray eyes slipping open to look up at James, taking in the soft look given to him.

' 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, '

" You know I can't."

Regulus could cry.

And he almost did if James hadn't gently wrapped his arms around regulus and laid them down on the matress, spooning Regulus and pressing soft kisses against the side of his head and shoulders, the upper part of his back and neck.

Regulus shut his eyes and relaxed.

Regulus knew what this was:

A goodbye.

He didn't want to belive it but there was a reason James stayed longer than he normally did. Especially when only two weeks stood before the end of the year...where James would leave off with his brother and his red head and Regulus would stay here, alone.

Just because Regulus knew this didn't mean he had to believe it.

Pretend.

' 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦,'

That's what they were best at. Pretending that this would last forever.

And so he let silent tears fall down his cheeks, James kissing them away; Regulus drifted off to sleep that night knowing very well the next morning he'd be alone.

' 𝘛𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵'