"Vampire"
James looked over at Regulus, who was leaning against a wall, reading, poetry probably; his delicious pale skin practically glowing in the dimly lit hall; those cold grey eyes of his showing every emotion of Regulus's, yet none at all.
It had always intrigued James greatly; What secrets lie behind those grey eyes? What goes through this man's head? Regulus was one big mystery to everyone; a mystery James wanted to solve.
"You're staring at me, Potter. And practically drooling," Regulus says to James, who was staring, and didn't look up from his book.
James could see Regulus's smirk as a little heat rose to James's own pale cheeks, or, at least, pale for him.
"Sorry, I can't help but stare at you're beauty."
Regulus rolled his eyes, annoyance clearly placed on his face.
"What do you want Potter."
"Can't a man admire beautiful works of art? Such as yourself."
"Shut up."
'Damn, doesn't this man ever blush??' James thought to himself, as Regulus just scowled at him.
"It is the truth, though Regulus, you are truly a work of art."
Regulus rolled his eyes again, but James could have sworn he saw the faintest hint of pink on those pale cheeks of Regulus's.
"So, Regulus," James started, his eyes on Regulus's long slender fingers as they turned the page of his book. Somehow even that was hot to James.
"What."
"What do you say.. Me and you, maybe hang out sometime?" James asks, hoping his voice didn't sound too hopeful.
"Why."
"Because, dear Regulus, believe it or not, I like you."
Regulus opened his mouth to say something more, but once the words James had said registered in his mind, he closed his mouth again.
"And I would like to hang out sometime, if that is alright with you," James continued, grinning slightly.
Regulus thought for a moment.
On one hand, I'd get to be with James Potter, on the other hand, I'd have to hang out with James Potter. He might be attractive, funny, and smart- er, smart was debatable, but either way, he might be handsome as hell, funny as fuck, and I might be falling head over heels over everything he says and does because god he's sweet, but fuck he's obnoxious and annoying sometimes. But fuck it.
"Whatever Potter. Sure," Regulus says, glaring at James, who was practically beaming.
Regulus didn't miss the small glimpse of James's fangs as he smiled brightly, but did not comment on it; for he doubted he should even know, and it would probably make James uncomfortable to talk about it in public.
"Really?? I mean, uh, yeah, that's cool, maybe we could like, meet later tonight I mean, to like-"
"I get it Potter. We can meet in the empty transfiguration classroom, around eleven," Regulus interrupted James, his voice cold and unfeeling, but deep inside he felt the smallest of feelings he presumed was excitement.
James quickly nods, unable to hide his own enthusiasm.
"See you then!" James says, quickly leaving while he's ahead and before something could go wrong; because god that went better than planned.
. . .
Regulus paced around the empty classroom, very impatiently waiting for James to show up.
'I am so stupid. Why would ever ever think I ever have a chance with James-'
"Heyyy Reggie-"
"Don't call me that unless you want your head cut off."
"My my aren't we feisty this late at night-"
Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose; he had forgotten how annoying James could be.
"Issue, love?"
"Not at all," Regulus says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I am really trying to be nice, Regulus. I really like you. I just - I just wish you'd let me."
Regulus doesn't respond to this.
James sighs.
"I know you're a vampire," Regulus states out of fucking no where.
James looks at Regulus, bewildered by the sudden statement and the fact Regulus some how knew.
"I - um - no."
"Yes you are."
"N- no, i am not a vampire."
Merlin did James suck at lying.
Regulus rolls his eyes and takes a step closer to James.
"I know you're lying."
Regulus paused for a moment, taking a minute to just look at the man before him: Dark skinned, circular glasses covering those brown eyes, dark hair that seemed somehow radiant in the moonlight, teeth white as snow somehow, barely noticeable fangs where his canine teeth would be, the smallest of scars on his cheek from a Quidditch incident, and barely visible freckles lacing his face.
James was the definition of gorgeous and perfection in Regulus's eyes.
"Don't think for a second it makes me hate you, or afraid of you, or anything."
Regulus leans in close to James's ear, his hot breath causing James to turn slightly red.
"I personally, think it makes you, somehow, even more hot."
James doesn't know what to say, and luckily, he doesn't need to know, because Regulus brings his lips down to James's and James nods, giving permission.
And boy does Regulus take his permission and run with it.
It starts off as 'just a kiss', lips against lips, sweet and sensual.
Then not so much.
Regulus licks James's lips whist in the kiss, and James, albeit a little hesitantly, separates his lips to grant Regulus entrance.
It was not long before their, 'sweet sensual kiss' was no more. Regulus's and James's tongues were all over each other's mouths. As if they wanted to savor every taste and moment, while being as hasteful and sloppy as possible.
James broke the kiss, both were panting hard and red faced. He looked longingly at Regulus's pale neck, but made no move to do anything.
"Do it."
James looks up at Regulus, who looked like he wanted nothing more than for James to bite him.
"But-"
"No 'but's Potter, you want to and I want you to. Please for the love of everything unholy do it," Regulus was practically begging, as he saw James's brown eyes flick down to Regulus's neck again, a small hint of red in them now.
"Potter I swear -"
Before Regulus can continue, he feels James's lips on his neck, then teeth, and finally the sharp pierce of James biting his fangs into Regulus's skin.
Regulus makes a little whimper at the feeling, and makes a sound, a lot like a moan, as he feels James drink up the blood - his blood.
"Gods I love that sound.." James mumbled from Regulus's neck as Regulus continued to whimper and whine while James bit down again on Regulus's neck.
"Are you sure you are okay-"
"Yes James, fuck yes, I'm okay with this," Regulus says, his voice breathy.
James nodded before continuing down Regulus's neck, starting to unbutton Regulus's shirt to have more access, which Regulus more than gladly allowed.
Regulus's neck was dripping with his own blood by the time James had gotten Regulus's shirt off; and he wasted no time licking up all the blood, gaining a small moan from Regulus. A sound James would never grow tired of.
All night they did this, and by the time they were done, it was morning, Regulus was covered in bite marks that some would surely scar, and they both couldn't be happier.
This would be their little secret for as long as they could keep it one, with nearly every night little rendezvous where they would do this all over again.
It was official.
Regulus A. Black loved James F. Potter.
And James loved him back.
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