Chapter 7
Regulus swirled his way around the kitchen, humming happily as he scrambles some eggs he stole from a nearby farmer in the night, James was still sleeping and everything was perfectly fine again.
He was not starving. James saw to that. Offering his wrist as he fucked him so beautifully, he had his fill of him, he pretended to sleep and instead day dreamed of all the things that he could do to James to repay him for that.
He had no idea just how much it meant and how much he needed it last night.
Humans willingly sharing blood was sacred, it never happened, it was as personal as marriage to vampires. Of course James didn’t know this. He just thought it was a kink. Which suited Regulus just fine.
Regulus was showered, fed and had an empty plate ready to tell James he had already eaten.
“I’ve eaten.” He tells him simply, handing him his plate of eggs and toast.
James makes a low hum, “Can I ask you something?”
”Anything.”
”Do you have an eating disorder?”
Regulus fought a laugh. He really fought it. But the smile came and he just chuckled, shaking his head.
Oh if only it was that simple!
“No I don’t.”
James doesn’t look convinced, forking eggs into his mouth with a raised brow. “I’ve never seen you eat.”
”I… just don’t eat much.”
”But you’re perfectly healthy. So that can’t be true.”
He was beginning to get suspicious. But he can eat, it just… doesn’t digest. It sit’s in his stomach uselessly and makes him feel awful. It would be like a human eating cement, yes, technically, you can eat it, but your body isn’t going to like it.
”James, my eating habits are the least of your concern.”
James shakes his head, his hair all messy and curled. He was beautiful this morning. “I care about you therefore it is my issue.”
Regulus smiles shyly, sitting beside him and resting against his shoulder. His skin is warm and his blood is pumping slowly around his body, his cocks hard, the blood had rushed there a few hours earlier in his sleep. It made for a pretty restless night for Regulus’ mind.
“I think we ought to go on a walk today, perhaps?”
”Mhm, sounds good.” James mumbles with his mouth full.
”Maybe we can go shopping, I can get you a nice jacket?”
”I’m fine, Regulus.”
“I want to.”
James swallows and laughs slightly. “You are not buying me anything.”
”Why not?” He asks, half appalled. Why on earth wouldn’t he want that? Everyone loves clothes. Especially nice designer clothes.
“Because you’re not my sugar daddy, and I am far too prideful for that.”
Regulus furrows his brows. Sugar daddy? what on earth was a sugar daddy? He ponders with the new word as James eats, trying to figure out what exactly that meant.
Sugar daddy.
Sugar…
”James what is a sugar daddy?” He has to ask. The word is floating uselessly in his head. Irritating him to no end.
James snorts where he’s brushing his teeth, “You’re joking?”
”I don’t joke.”
“It’s like… a man who spoils someone, usually older.”
”I’m not old.”
”It’s an expression!” He laughs, spitting into the sink.
Regulus didn’t like the word. It made him think of Sirius. Sirius always had someone buying him things. Even though he was absolutely fine for money.
Regardless, as they head into town on foot, James doesn’t have his wallet, so unfortunately he will have to be this expression. Whether they like it or not.
The town was small, scotland was beautiful and he hadn’t been here in so long, but it was all the same. Narrow streets and quaint shops, bakeries and jewellers, the odd little bookstore. It was very charming.
He liked the way James wasn’t ashamed to walk with him with his arm casually draped around his shoulder, chatting about how he hasn’t even left England in his whole life, so this was actually really exciting for him.
It was depressing actually, but he didn’t say so.
”I like this one,” Regulus says, holding out a dark blue wool Harrington jacket. “It’s modern, right?”
James pulls a face.
“Right not this one then,” He says quietly. “You choose.”
He’s bored. He’s moping around poking displays and trying anything to just get out of the store. But Regulus knew he would need a jacket, they may be out of england but they weren’t far, the weather was just as indecisive here.
”I don’t want anything,” He eventually says when Regulus had just about pushed 19 coats into his arms. “Please.”
”I don’t care, choose one.” Regulus mutters, swiping his fingers away from trying to grab his phone.
James goes into the changing rooms, whilst Regulus sits on the leather chairs and listens for any interesting conversations. But there was very little. Mostly people’s stomachs growling. The occasional foul smell. Human moments.
”Lets go.”
Regulus looks up at the blue wool coat he had originally chosen in his hand, he smiles. It was his favourite one.
They quickly pay, with James stood behind him, his cheeks red, his hand covering his face. As if it was awful. Like buying someone a jacket when you didn’t pack them one wasn’t simply just being polite, James was acting as if he was showing his naked body to the cashier.
“Why are you acting like this?” Regulus murmurs, exiting the store and walking back out through the cobbled streets.
”I’m a grown man.”
”As am I.”
James runs his hand down his face, “I fancy you and you’re buying me a coat. I’m humiliated.”
Regulus smiles to himself, shrugging slightly. “I fancy you and I kidnapped you.”
”For the greater good, so I’m told.”
”As is this.”
They don’t agree, even after back and forth bickering about pointless metaphors and situations that neither of them are remotely comparable to.
Regulus was getting hungry after a little longer of a walk, so he figures James must be hungry too and sends him off to the bakery with a note of money to go wild, whilst he did that Regulus drained a rat behind an old pub. It wasn’t glamorous. But neither was killing people, which he didn’t like to do.
He rinsed his mouth in a drain and quickly headed back to James, he was still oogling the display case, chatting away to the old woman.
”I really do like custard tarts, but they give me stomach ache,” James explains to her, rubbing his chin. “Is there something-“
”It’s worth the stomach ache.” The older woman tells him with a warm smile.
”Fine!” James beams, shaking his head. “I’ll take 4 of those and a fresh loaf and… hm, a strawberry tart.”
Regulus pokes his tongue in his cheek, leaning against the brick wall listening in on it all. He was hopelessly adorable. Sweeter than anything in those display cases. He had just the right amount of sexiness that he wasn’t complete sugar.
They head back as the sun starts to rise, James’ arm still draped around him, the bags in his free hand, Regulus felt like a human. It had been the first time in his existence that he had felt human. Just a man and his lover making a trip to town.
He hadn’t felt peace like it.
Even better when Regulus tried his luck whilst James was scoffing a tart, running his foot up his trousers, resting it against his swelling bulge.
James looks up, his lips still messy with custard, furrowing his brows. “Was that by accident?”
Regulus shrugs. “Maybe.”
”Right.”
He pushes his foot further forward making James’ eyes close, his tart discarded, pulling Regulus by the wrist into the bedroom.
There was no questions needed anymore, they both knew what each other liked, Regulus knew James likes to be in control, so he was submissive, docile and willing to do anything he wanted.
And that was getting his wrists tied tightly to the bed frame, whilst James just watched him, stroking himself as Regulus has to falsely struggle and writhe, begging him with his eyes to stop and come and take him.
“Say it.”
Oh he was so terribly turned on by his words. Sex with him felt like heaven.
James licks his lips, “I want you to say it.”
Regulus makes a quiet whimper, spreading his legs wide. “Come fuck me, please… please James… James I need it.”
He was on him in mere seconds.
He liked to know he was wanted. And he was, desperately.
And beautifully he was given access to his wrist, he sucked his blood greedily as James busied himself, too rinsed in pleasure to notice the way Regulus is losing himself.
The way every instinct in his body is screaming to drain him completely and get that full ecstasy. But he can’t. He pulls of with all his strength and lets James finish before he’s closing his eyes in pleasure with him.
”I’ve sussed it,” James whispers, smiling to himself.
”Hm?”
He lulls his head to the side, grinning, “You’re a vampire.”
What.
Regulus’ face drops. “What?” He whispers with a nervous laugh.
James laughs, his eyes creased. “I’m fucking with you.”
Oh.
How unfortunately accurate.