Regulus gripped the snitch tightly, still in disbelief. Sweat raced down his jaw as his teammates ran towards him. Though the cheers of the audience were as loud as you'd expect, Regulus didn't seem to hear them. His mind tuned them out. He still couldn't believe the Slytherin's got a victory over the Gryffindors - up until now they had been undefeated, a fact Sirius loved to brag about. From the corner of his eye, he could see the Gryffindors nursing each other's wounded egos. Sirius seemed to pay no mind to Regulus, his attention purely on James Potter. Regulus was careful to avoid getting caught as he watched the two. They're practically flirting, he held back his expression. Sirius got close to Potter, massaging his shoulder. They smile at each other. Their entire display left a sour tase in Regulus's mouth, he tried not to let it spoil his victory. A part thought, maybe Sirius did know Regulus was watching him. That maybe Sirius was trying to hurt him. His eyes momentarily went to the snitch, his thoughts traveled back to the moment when he caught. The thoughts he had only a few moments ago. As his hand reached out for the snitch, he only wanted Sirius's eyes. He wanted Sirius's to truly see him with eyes unclouded by jealousy. He didn't want his teammates to rush to him, he wanted Sirius. For Sirius to run to him, to congratulate him, to embrace him. To see Sirius smile at him again. His eyes moved back to his brother. Sirius had wrapped his arm around Potter. Regulus could see their mouths moving, just barely making out the conversation by reading lips.
"Don't beat yourself up, James, you were robbed" Sirius smiled at his friend. "The only a Slytherin could win is by playing dirty."
"Maybe, I could've -"
James was cut off as Sirius brushed the dirt off his face. "Nothing. They're cheaters. They completely targeted you."
"Yeah," The two somehow managed to move even closer together.
Regulus bit his lip as he looked away again. As the cheers of the audience died down, his teammates slowly began to walk pass him in order to change out of uniform. He knew they spoke to him, but he couldn't hear them. Their lips moved, but no sound escaped. Or rather his brain couldn't comprehend the words. His eyes moved down to look at the ground, he struggled to get the image of Sirius draped around Potter out of his mind. That was probably the worst thing he could ever see in his entire life - his brother fawning over Potter of all people. He knew deep in his heart that if he had lost, Sirius would not come running to comfort him.
The sensation of one of his Chaser's hand on his shoulder managed to bring him back to reality, albeit not by much. He smiled back at his teammate, not wanting to let his façade fade. Regulus follow closely behind his teammates, promising himself that he would not look at his brother anymore. Such a promise was truly a waste of his brain power as he would immediately break his own promise. To him, Sirius and James incessant flirting was like a car crash - impossible to look away, no matter horrifying it becomes. As Regulus walked by the lovey dovey scene, Sirius leaned in closer to James. From the angle it was difficult for Regulus to surmise what Sirius was plotting. It could've been something mundane, like maybe Sirius was just whispering to James. Or maybe, Sirius planted a slobbery kiss all over James. Regulus was confident that it was definitely the later. He executed a quick glare at the back of Sirius's head before completely leaving the field.
It wasn't long until his teammates had all left the locker room, leaving him alone. He had just finished binding his chest when he heard a door open and close rather quickly. Their foot steps echoed in the old room. Whoever it was it sounded like they in a rush. He could hear the foot steps travel up and the isles franticly as he slid on his panties. Regulus tucked himself further in the corner as he did not want to be bothered. "Regulus?" A familiar voice called out to him.
Shit. It was Sirius. Not someone he wanted to run into right now. Why was he here in the first place, Regulus wondered. Shouldn't he be out licking his boyfriend's wounds or something? He held back a groan so Sirius couldn't hear him. Regulus fumbled with his clothes as he tried to finish getting dressed quickly. The quicker he got dressed, the easier could avoid his brother.
"Regulus." Sirius let out a firm groan as he stared down his mostly nude brother. "Did you not hear me calling your name?"
He was quick to respond with a dismissive tone, "nope." His pants dropped out of his hands as he struggled to hold everything while buttoning his shirt.
Sirius leaned against a nearby locker, "what's wrong, Regulus?" He waited for a reply, but Regulus refused. "Come on, what'd I do to make you mad?"
"What makes you think I'm mad?" He refused to look at his brother, choosing to focus his eyes on the buttons his nervous fingers struggled with.
"Well, that cute, little pout for one." He chuckled, "you should be proud of yourself, Regulus. You got really lucky today." Sirius gave the younger boy a quick slap on the cheek. He smiled as he caressed his own fingers, thinking of the feel of the soft fabric that wrapped around his brother. His body jolted as the sound of a slamming locker door broke his train of thought.
"Shouldn't you be making out with your boyfriend somewhere else?" He released the button he had been torturing to growl at his brother. "You always gloat every time Gryffindor wins, now that you lose you still come to torment me. It's really pathetic." Regulus bit his lip, thinking about how their relationship became so tumultuous. It was probably when he first started to defy family traditions, their beliefs. Everything that their ancestors had worked towards. That's when their home life became more strained. Sirius's rebellious phase created a divide that Regulus worried could never be repaired. He knew that James Potter only wanted to drive a wedge further between them. To take his brother away from him. He drew his hand back, "Can you just leave already?!" He shouted, as he ready himself to slap Sirius.
It was a gesture that Sirius easily rejected. He grabbed Regulus's wrist before his hand could reach it's target. "Regulus..." He sighed as his fingers moved up Regulus's hand, interlocking their fingers together. Despite their differences, he always loved his brother. A part of him knew he always will. He was young, misguided by their clan's beliefs. Maybe he truly angry himself for not helping his brother more. For allowing his sweet, beloved Regulus to be taken in by such a harmful ideology. He pulled Regulus's hand closer to his face. He nuzzled his cheek against the softness of his brother's hand. The temptation to kiss him became overwhelming. He was weak, overcome by a burning desire to embrace him. To run his fingers through his hair. To divulge his truest feelings to him, to the one he loved most. Regulus, one of the few from his family he still thinks of dearly. The only person in the he yearns to be closer to.
Regulus yanked his hand away. He still wanted to maintain his demeanor, but his mask began to crack as Sirius's actions caused him to blush. "Your boyfriend's gonna be mad." He pouted, trying to look away.
Sirius inched closer. He smiled gently and fixed the buttons on Regulus's wrinkled shirt. "And who would that be?"
"What?"
"This guy you keep talking about. You know, this supposed boyfriend you claim I have?"
"You know who he is." He grumbled, refusing to say his name. Still upset, He pressed his back against the lockers in order to create some distance distance between them.
"Regulus," his fingers brushed the hair out of his younger brother's eyes. "I'm sorry if I did something to upset you. You probably won't believe me, but I was really proud of you today."
"Oh?" His ear's perked up, but his eyes still avoided direct eye contact.
"You were incredible out there!" Sirius let a smile slip as he thought back on the match. "You always are." He paused, his hands grabbing Regulus's, who had become much more receptive to contact at this point. A caring thumb gently brushed against the side of Regulus's hand.
The younger one shifted his weight as he changed his position. "You sure you're not supposed to be with him right now?" His eyes fixated on a lone pebbled as his cheeks blushed.
"James? He's just a friend. He can mourn with anyone." He moved his head in order to force himself into the other's field of vision. "You're my brother. I'd rather be celebrating your victory right now."
"Celebrating, huh?"
"Yeah, you deser-" Sirius got cut off by a pair of nervous lips, a tongue sneaking it's way into his mouth. He wasn't sure how to feel - kissing Regulus was strangely enjoyable to him. Surprising, but enjoyable. The older brother struggled to fight off the pleasurable sensation he was experiencing. His hands, on their own accord, began to explore the other's body. A part of him thought Regulus would push him off at that point, be such a thing would never happen. Instead, Regulus's hands began following his older brother's example.
They panted as they parted only for a few brief moments. Neither knowing what to say, it wasn't long before they found themselves making out again. Regulus was quick to start undoing Sirius's pants. As his tongue explored the deepest parts of his brother's throat, his hands massaged his soft penis. Soon they parted again, this time Sirius began moving his lips down his brother's neck. Between Regulus's soft moans and gentle fingers, it didn't take long for him to start to harden.
Regulus bit his lip as he felt his brother's precum drip down the palm of his hand. He gently pushed Sirius off the hickey that had began to form on his neck before dropping to his knees. His tongue lapped up the small pool of precum. He allowed it coat as much of his tongue as possible before swallowing in order to savor the experience. As it dripped down his throat, he couldn't help but moan. He licked the head before sliding the erect cock into his mouth.
Sirius ran his fingers through Regulus's hair. His brother's tongue massaged every inch of Sirius's penis. He moaned as he arched his body back, enjoying every moment. His semen quickly flooded his brother's mouth. Regulus moaned happily as he swallowed the torrent pleasure. Whatever escaped from the corner of his lips, his tongue was quick to capture. He looked up at his older the brother. Sirius pulled him back in for a kiss. He pulled away only to shower his cheek in more kisses as Sirius rested against the lockers, panting.