black brother fight
Before even shutting the door, Regulus' hands are all over James. Trying to commit every part of him to memory, as if the two were going to be split and never see eachother again.
James studied Regulus closely, focusing on the dip of his nose, or the curve of his lips. He was divine. Statue-like. He looks like the kind of person you'd find in an old painting, someone who history would never forget.
He ducks his head down, biting Regulus' cheeks gently. He just looked so biteable.
When Regulus is shaking with laughter, he mutters, "Did you just fucking bite me?" James nods eagerly, looking offended. It was a stupid question really, there were still hardly noticable teeth marks on his cheek, of course James bit him! In return, the black-haired boy starts biting his way down James' neck, glaring at him the entire time. How fucked up did he have to be to find this hot? Very, surely.
A warmth pooled in his chest at the thought that Regulus was leaving teeth marks all the way down his neck, marking him. Fucking hell, James had some unresolved issues.
It was getting dark, and they were both tired. Regulus' eyes were drooping, fluttering closed every so often. Without even bothering to change out of his clothes, James dropped into bed. Regulus slid his hands under James' shirt, resting them on his waist. He was warm, and the hands were so cold. James pressed his lips against every part of Regulus' face, careful not to miss any.
They both slept well that night, tangled up with eachother. Two people becoming one, merging together.
When James first opened his eyes the next morning, the first thing he thought about was Regulus. His first thought in the morning, his last thought at night. He'd probably be thinking about Regulus on his deathbed too, he had completely taken over his mind.
Black hair was splayed out on his chest, a peaceful-looking boy sleeping soundly there. Regulus looked a lot less threatening when he was asleep - his face was relaxed and his permanent scowl was more of a dazed smile. He looked beautiful. James ran the pad of his finger along Regulus' lips, curse the Black family for having such perfect genes. They parted slightly at his touch, breathing still deep and even. Regulus was not waking up any time soon.
At some point James must have fallen back asleep, as he awoke again to find Regulus desperately shaking him, eyes wide.
"James wake the fuck up! It's important!"
He sits up instantly, rubbing his eyes. "What is it Reg? Is everything alright? What's going on?" Regulus quickly presses a kiss against James' forehead, before clambering over him to stride towards the door. He leaves without another word, just a kiss goodbye.
He scratches his head confused. What just happened? One minute James is immersed in a peaceful sleep, the next minute he's being shaken awake and then left alone, with just a kiss goodbye.
Wow, the tables really have turned on him. What could have been so important that Regulus had to just get up and leave?
James was now pacing. Did he hate him? He probably hated him. What kind of person just gets up and leaves after spending the night curled up next to someone?
James is lost in his thoughts, when suddenly he hears shouting coming from the room next to him.
"Where the fuck were you Reggie? I looked all over the house for you and you were gone!" Sirius' voice was clear, even through the sturdy wall.
"It's none of your business where I was! You were a shit enough brother leaving me behind before, how can you expect to be able to control my life as soon as its convenient for you? You sound like mother, you know."
And that was Regulus. Even whilst shouting he sounded hot. Bloody hell, James needed to pull himself together.
When the crack of a hand against skin echoed through the wall, James practically sprinted to the door, pulling it open so fast it nearly came off it's hinges. Outside the room across the hall, Remus stood with a look on his face that James was sure matched his.
Pure fear.
Neither of the two had ever experienced a Black Brother fight before, but from what they'd heard on those rare occasions that Sirius gets so drunk that he doesn't even know what he's saying, they can get ugly.
At the exact same time, both James and Remus lunge for the door, pushing it open hurriedly.
Both brothers have tears streaming down their faces, and Regulus is clutching his cheek with both hands, a dark splotch of red visible through spread fingers.
Sirius is glaring menacingly at his little brother, grasping Regulus' hair in his fist. His eyes look pained, but his mouth is fixed in a harsh scowl. James had only seen that face a few times before, but he knew that it was not good.
Someone had to step in soon, before a Black ends up dead.
When Sirius raises his fist, poised next to Regulus' face, Remus leaps into action, grabbing Sirius' wrists and holding them by his sides. James reaches out to pull Regulus into him, holding him tightly.
"Shh love, I've got you... Don't worry, I'm here now." James murmurs into his hair, rubbing soothing circles into his waist. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Sirius glaring at the pair, but he doesn't care.
So what if James is close with Regulus? It's not like they're dating or anything...
He can feel Regulus' harsh stare burning through his chest, if James didn't have as tight of a hold on the younger boy as he did, he was certain Sirius would have a broken arm in seconds. Regulus was ready to kill.