Amare
Regulus writhing underneath Remus was arguably his favourite view in the entire world.
After their drunken kiss in the forest, Regulus opted to ignore Remus, who actively chose to destroy the plan. You see, Regulus is very much a creature of habit. Every Tuesday at 7 pm, Regulus finished dinner and headed to the library to read. And so, Remus waited in an alcove beside the library. When Regulus walked past, Remus grabbed him. It was reminiscent of kidnapping but the intent was kind. Remus kept a hand over Regulus’s mouth and began to speak when angry grey eyes glared at him.
“Now listen Baby Black, I kept myself as respectful as possible in that forest. You are now sober, and so am I, so let's discuss” Remus growled, finding the feel of Regulus’s lips against his hand very troubling. When he did drop his hand (the one against his lips, not the one against his neck, because his hand felt very at home where it was at the moment).
“It was a mistake. I’m not a poof” Regulus snapped, clearly choosing to deny his sexuality. Remus laughed lightly and tightened his hand around Regulus's throat.
“If you’re so straight Baby Black, then tell me why your heartbeat has sped up so much” Remus mumbled, running a hand down Regulus's chest. He had abandoned his uniform and was dressed only in a shirt and dress pants. Remus unbuttoned the first five buttons, exposing porcelain skin. The younger boy's chest rose and fell rapidly as Remus traced a scared finger down the length of his chest.
“If you’re so straight, then why are you hard, Baby Black?” Remus mumbled, breathing into Regulus’s neck. He bit down lightly and Regulus tilted his head to the left, allowing Remus more room. The small act of submission was sending Moony (and Remus) into a spiral. A small whimper escaped Regulus’s mouth when Remus but down harder and sucked, leg a pretty little mark.
“If you’re so straight, Baby Black, then you won’t meet me on the 7th floor in twenty minutes, will you?” Remus growled, removing himself from Regulus and strolling off as though nothing had happened.
Regulus did meet him. He stood outside the Room of Requirement looking deliciously frazzled, marked neck on show. They didn’t have sex that night, Regulus was too nervous and Moony was too riled up. Instead, they just explored each other. Remus allowed Regulus to touch him, to figure out what he liked. When Regulus gained some confidence and got down on his knees in front of Remus, he thought he might have died. The sight of stormy grey eyes looking up at him, leaking tears, is one that Remus wants to be burned onto his eyelids so that he can see it forever.
Since then, they’d been seeing each other daily. Usually in the Room of Requirement, as the Marauders didn’t know about it and so it wasn’t on the map.
“Amare, please” Regulus whimpered, as Remus toyed with him. Having spoken Latin for as long as he could remember, Regulus had taken to calling Remus Amare, or love.
Remus ran his thumb over the tip of Regulus’s dick, relishing in his control. They’d learned very quickly that Regulus was submissive. He gave his entire being to Remus willingly. Right now, he was laying in bed, being teased by a very cruel wolf. Remus found that he really enjoyed tormenting Regulus, usually by teasing him for hours on end.
“Please, Amare. It’s been an hour” he cried, writhing under Remus’s hand. Remus let go of Regulus, shifting himself so that he was kneeling between Regulus’s naked thighs. His thighs were Remus’s favourite part of him, holding the soft flesh made him feel as though he had all the power in the world.
Unzipping his trousers and palming himself, Remus muttered the spell to get Regulus ready for him. “You want me to fuck you, Baby Black? C’mon, tell me how badly you need me” he groaned, stroking himself lightly.
“I- I need you inside of me Remus, please” Regulus whimpered, thrusting his hips up to get any source of friction. Remus didn’t need to hear any more, he grabbed Regulus’s thighs and pounded into him without warning, relishing the sounds coming from Regulus’s mouth. Regulus was on the brink of release for a while now, his thighs were shaking and his face bright red.
“You take me so well Baby Black, your little holes were made for me to ruin weren't they?” Remus growled, watching as Regulus’s face contorted with pleasure. Regulus came with a strangled cry, but Remus kept going. When Remus pulled out of Regulus and came onto his stomach, the younger boy was panting. Regulus was a pretty sight at any given time, but covered in cum? He was fucking art.
Remus cleaned him quickly and pulled him into his chest, stroking his hair and muttering into his ear lightly, “You’re so good Reg, my precious Baby Black”. They fell asleep like that, something they’d made a habit of. Sleeping next to Regulus was like magic, he clung to Remus as though he was trying to make them into one.
When Remus woke up the next morning, Regulus was standing across the room, already dressed impeccably. It was jarring, how fast Regulus could change. When they were intimate, Reg was small and quiet, he wanted Remus to tell him what to do. In public, however, Regulus was tough. He carried the Black name and demanded the attention that it deserved.
“It’s weird seeing you all proper” Remus hummed, getting out from under the duvet, “I mean, a few hours ago you begged me to even look at you”. Regulus chuckled at that, watching Remus tug his jumper over his head.
“Yes, well, I’m a versatile person” he smirked. Remus often felt like Regulus should be dominant, he was always in control when he was in a room. Well, when he was clothed, at least. When Remus was dressed, Regulus strolled over to him and kissed him deeply. Regulus’s kisses breathed oxygen into Remus.
“I’m meeting Barty before Arithmacy, and I think he and Evan want to drink tonight so I won’t see you until rounds on Wednesday” Regulus hummed, placing one last kiss onto Remus’s lips and leaving the room.
As much as it bothered Remus to be so childish, he hated that Reg had a life outside of him. Sure, they’d only been seeing each other for a couple of weeks, but it made him angry. He’d started spending his meal times staring at the Slytherin table, listening in on their conversations. Evan, Pandora and Dorcas were quiet, sarcastic, and nothing to be concerned with. But Barty Crouch Jr? He was a problem. He shamelessly flirts with everyone, Regulus in particular. It pissed Remus off to no end, especially because Regulus flirted back. For someone who was so ashamed of his sexuality a few weeks ago, Regulus had no problem flirting with his mates.
True to his word, Regulus got drunk with his friends, leaving Remus to his own devices. Lily and Marlene invited him to go check on their potion with him, but his werewolf did not make him give them an immediate no. That’s how he ended up braiding Mary’s hair in the common room. Mary was one of Remus’s favourite people. She was fiercely loyal and didn’t blink an eye when she found out about his lycanthropy. Whilst she was a bit boy obsessed, her background was similar to Remus's. She grew up as the only black kid in a council estate in Manchester and found the purebloods equally as irritating as Remus did.
“Stop being so gentle there wolf boy, you canny hurt me any more than my mother does with the hot comb” she grumbled, handing him another elastic. Remus, for such a large boy, was actually very nimble-fingered. He’d begun braiding Mary’s hair back in the first year, just two French braids. He’d gotten a bit more adept and had just finished combing out her afro.
“Tell me Remus, who’ve you been shagging as of late? Because the other night I ended up in the Prefect’s bath with that Ravenclaw chaser, and let me tell you, it’s no wonder they’re losing the cup this year cause this man couldn’t find the snitch, never mind anything smaller” she huffed, beginning to tie coloured yarn around some of her braids. Remus choked on a laugh, loving Mary’s boldness.
“So, you won’t be seeing him again then?” Remus hummed, finishing off Mary’s hair and pulling her up onto his lap. She sat between his legs, resting her head on his chest. It occurred to Remus at that moment that if Regulus sat like this with someone, Remus would be liable to commit murder. But it was purely platonic with him and the girls, they were his pack, essentially.
Mary laughed lightly, “No, he can fumble with someone else thigh next time. Ugh, why couldn’t we be desperately in love with each other Remus, we’d be great.” They had kissed before, during a fourth-year party when they’d gotten drunk for the first time. But Mary and Remus didn’t feel anything romantic for each other. They were platonic soulmates, without a doubt.
“So now indulge me” Mary said, tracing the tattoo of Remus and Romulus that sat above Remus’s knee, “who’s the Slytherin you’ve been drooling at since the term started”. Remus choked at that, not thinking anyone had been paying attention. The more he thought about it, Mary noticing wasn’t a shock. She had a knack for observing people, that and her intuition made her lethal. She’d know you fancy someone before you’ve even realised yourself.
“I’ve been seeing… someone. Since the term started back. It’s new, it’s honestly a bit messy” Remus sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. It was messy, too messy. He was fucking his ex-best friend's (who he used to fancy) little brother, who was destined to be married and marked by the Dark Lord. Oh, and it was the middle of a war. And, they were fucking queer. That’s just a big pile of shit that’s been set on fire.
“It’s Regulus Black”
“How the fuck did you figure that one out”
“Easy. You stare at his friend group. Meadows is gay, so it’s not her. Lovegood isn’t your type. Rosier was out last week and you still stared, so it’s not him. Every time Crouch comes into view your nostrils flare like an angry hippogriff. That leaves Regulus, who you happen to hang out with three times a week for prefect duties. So, you’re shagging Regulus Black” Mary stated, beginning to paint Remus’s nails a pretty lavender colour. Between Regulus knowing about his furry little problem, and Mary figuring that out, Remus wasn’t nearly as mysterious as he thought he was.
“You’re brilliant, do you know that” Remus choked out, still taken off guard. Mary smiled lightly, beginning to paint Remus’s other hand. They did that a lot, took care of each other. Lily had once said they reminded her of cats who groomed each other. Moony did not like being compared to a feline. They didn’t talk about much after that, mainly just enjoying the silence. At least until Mary flipped Sirius and James the bird when they walked into the Common Room and blatantly ignored Remus.