HARRY POTTER, Regulus Black / Sirius Black, "So we meet again." ORIGINAL
Title: The clown who did not laugh
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Sirius Black, Regulus Arcturus Black, Remus Lupin
Party: 1 / 1
Rating: Red
Genre : Melancholic Sentimental, Erotic
Notices : Slash, Incest, Lemon
Word count: 1146
Notes: part course to p0rn fest and also the initiative of FanWorld "A prompt a day"
"I became a Death Eater. "
A grimace twisted the face of Sirius, as he listened to the words of the younger brother.
"You know that I am part of the Order, a command of Voldermort and you will find me?"
Regulus clenched his fists until his knuckles whitened, his jaw trembling.
"You know I could never kill you."
A wry smile appeared on the face of the firstborn and a hand went up in the air, going to rest gently on the face of their loved one.
"If you refuse him kill you: the service for him is a life or death, you should have understood. The only solution is that You never know where I am. "The other hand slipped slowly away, leaving the most sensitive to the cold caress of hours that had been heated.
"So we'll see more. It is better for both. "
Former Gryffindor turned, ready to smash this report, for his sake and that of his brother. A hand shook his shoulder, however, sometimes brings with a force that had never suspected the other had. Before him, stood the little brother's face whitened, only then he realized that he should separate from him forever, and tried furiously to save something, anything of what they were and what they were.
"Starting tomorrow. From tomorrow, at least last night, still together. Please. "
Without stopping to think, without any thought passed through his mind, Sirius lunged at him, grabbing his head with both hands and forcing his tongue into his mouth, that mouth family that had so often explored by hiding in the darkest corners of their home or in secret passages of their school. Regulus
reacted putting his hands in his hair, clutching him as much as possible.
Soon the hands of Sirius moved on clasps of his cloak to those of his clothes, opening, releasing, making their way to the skin, releasing the meat. With a cry of pleasure
Regulus threw her head back when Sirius closed his hand on excitement, and brought her legs around his pelvis when his older brother pushed him against the stone wall, lifting her arms strong.
's face sunk in the long hair of his brother, Sirius thought only of his body when he was sinking, and impale the meat was all about him rejoiced to regained his touch, the pleasure of sex.
Nothing was more important, neither war nor faction, nor what the family thought the two of them, or that there was a man at home waiting for him, sure of his fidelity.
If he stopped thinking about it, Sirius would have done otherwise: for that his inability to not love his brother, for the pleasure that's unleashed in even the idea of having sex with him. For the weakness that made him in every way just a clown of fate. The situation had failed him.
Regulus screamed my lungs, tears for their imminent separation that fell down her cheeks, while Sirius clenched teeth and impaled him in silence, leaving only small moans escape.
Up, down, then went out almost completely riaffondare in that body, for its entire length, with force, because neither of them have forgotten more that meeting.
He threw himself headlong at the mouth moist, attacking with kisses, licking, biting his lips, struggling with his tongue inside.
The door had opened suddenly and the uproar that had slammed against the wall, made them both turn.
Remus was in the doorway, one hand against the wood of the casing, wide eyes fixed on those two. Just then, seeing as they lost control, orgasm Regulus exploded, splattering on the clothes of his elder brother who, like his, he reached ecstasy without notice, emptying into his body with a panting. The expression of disgust
Remus was the last thing they saw before the werewolf turns, leaving the home of Sirius Travel.
"Remus ..."
Without even understand what he was doing, Sirius took off from his brother and his partner chased out of the room, down the stairs, trying to close down his pants and to cover your tracks on the white cloth.
Left alone, Regulus put his hands over his face, covering her eyes. The sperm of her brother slowly trickled down her bare legs were shaking now, and desperate, the magician allowed himself to fall against the wall, slipping on the floor in a sprawl, copious tears on her cheeks.
Sirius ran down the street, conscious of how often forget Remus can split himself when he was too angry. To his great relief he saw when he turned the street corner, catching up and taking him by the sleeve of his old coat, forcing it to turn. The
turned furious companion told him immediately what the two of them had been lost in the last five minutes, and hastened to explain.
"Remus, wait, do not understand!" But look hard
man already said that he would not return to where they started.
"There is also much to understand, you just look."
Sirius pointed with his hand the direction of his apartment, more and more desperate.
"Regulus became a Death Eater! There we shall see! "
Remus ran his hand through his wet hair and Sirius only then realized that there was drenching rain, the winter cold and darkness that reigned around them, without the light Muggle of a street lamp. He saw the werewolf
take a breath and look in the eye.
Remus was not one to talk crudely but Sirius him read in his eyes what he thought: "It seems to me a good motivation to have sex with him."
Desperate, Sirius tried to anticipate it, trying to confirm his partner .
"I love only you!"
But the appearance of sheer disappointment in the eyes of Remus was a clear signal that nothing is worth the lie. He knew him too well not to have noticed the love in her eyes when she caught with Regulus.
"Sirius. You're just a clown. "
Without a word, the magician lost his grip on his coat, and finally free, Remus walked away, turned back and disappeared with a crack was just out of that pool of orange light.
Sirius turned, away from the street light, walking towards home, towards the apartment that already had left for Regulus was sure never to return.
Step by step, he lived the silence around him and the artificial light that can illuminate only a few seconds, then threw him back into the depths of his loneliness. When you shut the door behind her attention was attracted by his own reflection in the mirror input darkness: a white mask on a dark figure, silhouetted against it, its tears and a little further down, only the lips too red.
A clown who did not anyone laugh.
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