Concurrence

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all other characters from the popular series are the sole ownership of J.K. Rowling and like atherther authors, I\'m merely borrowing them for my own satisfaction. Enjoy.

A/N: Regulus is underage in this fic. Do not read, if that bothers you!

\"Don\'t look now, Sirius, but your brother is staring.\" Sirius turned, to catch his brother\'s intense gaze, and the glare that erupted was near blinding. There was a sharp slap, and Sirius turned to look at Remus, whom held the book poised to hit him once more. \"I told you not to look!\" He hit Sirius again, in the shoulder this time. Sirius rubbed at it. \"I can bloody well look at the prat whenever the hell I feel like it, Moony,\" he mumbled. \"He\'s up to something.\"

\"There you go again! Look, will you just stop. Leave your brother alone, for five minutes!\" Sirius glanced back up to glower at the rich chocolate eyes. They glowered right back. \"Give me one good reason.\"

\"I let you do things to me.\" Sirius quirked an eyebrow, and turned to look at the young werewolf. s sms smiled. \"Okay..\" he conceded. Then drew Remus close, with vigor. \"Sirius! Not here!\"

\"You promised.\"

\"Yea, but I didn\'t say-\" He was silenced by Sirius\' lips. He didn\'t think to struggle. It would probably be more embarrassing. It was bad enough, he could feel everyone\'s eyes on them. Oh well…best to just give in.


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\"That was some show.\"

Remus started. The Marauders were actually studying tonight. Being seventh years, they had very important exams coming up; exams that would determine their futures. He\'d been hungry. This close to the full moon everything went up. Metabolism. Energy. Lusts. Speaking of lusts…He swallowed.

\"Glad you enjoyed it, Regulus,\" he replied, collecting himself, and turning to face the boy, two years his junior.

\"How could I not,\" the younger retorted, \"It isn\'t everyday, you see such a lewd public display. Tell me Lupin, do you always do what my brother wants, or do you occasionally get a word in edgewise?\"

Remus frowned. Really, their family squabble was ridiculous! \"If you\'re attempting to insult me, Regulus, at least be more direct.\"

Regulus\' dark eyes narrowed, calculatingly. \"You\'re such a follower,\" he sneered.

\"Now, don\'t you feel better?\" Remus replied, with a smile.

Regulus\' brow furrowed. Oh, he shouldn\'t do that. It would put wrinkles in his perfect skin. \"What gives you the right to patronize me, werewolf?!\"

Remus raised an eyebrow. \"Was that supposed to be an insult?\"

Regulus seemed rather surprised. Well, it flashed in his eyes, for about .2 seconds. He could be quite expressive, whether he realized it or not. More expressive than the constant frowning and stubborn set of his jaw.

\"Why, Lupin. I thought you were more intelligent than that. If I wanted to insult you, I\'d begin with your degenerate mother.\"

Remus wasn\'t quite sure what had happened. He\'d simply reacted. His fist had made contact with Regulus\' jaw, and that was about the extent of his knowledge. He didn\'t realize they\'d been about eight feet apart to begin with, or that he\'d crossed that distance in a breath. Regulus glared, blood spilling from his cut lip. \"Typical,\" he snorted, somehow retaining arrogance, and his ability to look twice his size, even if he was currently hunched over.

Remus grabbed him by the front of his robe, hauling the smaller boy off the ground, and bringing him close, to snarl in his face. \"Care to finish that?\"

Regulus rolled his eyes. The idiot actual rolled his eyes! Feet dangling a few inches over the floor, body supported by the strength of an agitated young werewolf. He actually dared to provoke him further! \"Yes,\" he stated, actually drawing their faces closer, via craning his neck to glare at Remus. \"You are a typical Gryffindor bastard. Bravery and Idiocy arnonynonymous. You feel superior to everyone else, when you have the collective intelligence of a cave troll.\"

Remus stared. He\'d rather been expecting something along the lines of his lycanthropy.

\"And another thing,\" Regulus continued, undeterred, \"How is it that you all manage to remain so loyal to one anr, wr, when all you do is stab each other in the back? At least Slytherins are upfront about being traitorous.\"

He let go of the Slytherin\'s robes. Regulus dropped to his feet, brushing back his hair, smoothing out his robes, and rubbing at the trickle from his lips.

\"We don\'t stab one another in the-\"

\"Spare me the details, Lupin, I\'m not in the mood for a holier than thou Gryffindor speech. Loyalty didn\'t stop my brother from doing what he did, did it? Maybe we\'re not so different, you and I.\"

Remus frowned. How had this gone from a midnight snack to a discussion of loyalty? Of course his friends were loyal! They\'d done so much for him. Struggled and sacrificed! How dare Regulus try and taint that!

…But then…he did have a point. If they cared so much, why was he the only one down here? Granted, he\'d insisted, but that was besides the point. They should have pushed. No, he\'d managed to convince them not to push. Wait…How\'d he end up getting his mind toyed with?

Regulus leaned in, closer. \"Makes sense, doesn\'t it?\" he whispered. Remus turned to look at him, and froze as the Slytherin\'s lips pressed against his warmly. It wasn\'t malicious, or even calculating. It was just a kiss. A rather nice one, if he admitted it to himself. And then Regulus was pulling away. He grabbed at his arms, not wanting him to go anywhere, for some reason. Regulus was angling his head, by the time Remus stepped forward and kissed back. The Slytherin\'s body went stiff for a moment, but then he relaxed, seeming to melt against Remus.

Food and friends forgotten, Remus leaned back against the wall, pulling Regulus with him. The darker boy followed, moaning softly as their hips made contact.

A part of Remus\' mind rationalized, this was not something he should be doing, at all. Let alone in the middle of a hallway. And yet, another part of him, the more primal part, couldn\'t find it in him to care.

Regulus\' hands moved with all the speed and grace of a Seeker, which Remus reminded himself, he was. And then his hands were against the were\'s flesh, running smoothly over scarred skin. Remus would have pulled away, if not for the tongue that now ran over those same scars, driving against them, as if ite tre trying to force entry into the old wounds. His hands wound it the dark hair, so like Sirius\', and held fast, pulling none too gently.

Somehow they wound up on the floor. Regulus was on all fours, lapping at him, like some cat just given a pool of cold crème. Remus\' back was against the wall, head thrown back, so that his auburn hair clung to the chilled e. He. His hands worked at Regulus\' skull, as he arched against the hot mouth.

He misplaced his robes somehow, soon after, and was much to his dismay, the only one naked. Oh no, that wouldn\'t do. His hands worked at Regulus\' fastenings, not as quick, but determined none the less. He pushed the robes off broad shouldetuggtugging them down past slim hips. Regulus\' tongue began a slow descent.

Good. Now they were both naked. In the school hallway, of all places, but naked. Naked was good. He traced his fingers over the smooth expanse of skin. Felt the fine musculature a fifteen-year-old should not have. Ran his palms over the pleasant swell of firm buttocks. Raised his hips, to meet a willing mouth.

\"Oh!\" he gasped, bucking slightly. Regulus didn\'t make a sound, only dipped his head lower, taking more of him inside. He would have wondered where the youngest Black had learned such skill, if he wasn\'t already busy, trying to keep himself from crying out and getting them caught. Which would, most definitely end in suspension.

Regulus was murmuring, little noises that Remus could feel flooding his system. And when his eyes fluttered open, he could see the moon, swollen and heavy in the sky. His body trembled, throat tightening. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it, Regulus\' also tightened. In a blinding flash of light, Remus was crying out and spilling into the miracle that was Regulus\' sexual prowess.

His body was a mass of incoherent goo, as Regulus rocked back on his heels, tongue following trails of spilled seed. Remus\' heart was beating madly, his breathing functioning on pure will power. When those cheeky eyes met his, he smirked, and trailed them lazily over the lithe body. Regulus stared back, unashamed, unafraid. He was on his back a moment later.

The Slytherin\'s body arched up softly, as Remus pressed his own against it, hands digging into his arms. Regulus was pulling, wrapping too long legs about his waist. That about killed him. As did the throbbing erection, pressing into his belly.

He groped about blindly, for his wand, as he worked at the young neck. Finding it, he pointed it at Regulus\' opening, mumbling a quick charm, before tossing it away entirely, and burying renewed vigor into his seducer. Regulus gasped, body winding about him tightly, and it was all Remus could do, to keep from thrusting. As it was, he hadn\'t prepared him any more than lubrication. He didn\'t even know if Regulus had done this before. How insensit-OH! Oh…yes…he\'d obviously done this before…

Regulus was rocking against him, brow furrowed, mouth open. He thrust back, and couldn\'t stop the lecherous smile, as he drove into his lover\'s younger brother. There was just something about having brothers…call it a werewolf thing…He didn\'t think it\'d be this good if Regulus and Sirius weren\'t related. Not that he was about to go hunting down and shagging Sirius\usinusins…

How long they were straining against one another, he couldn\'t be sure. But, by the time it was over, Regulus was sporting bite marks, and Remus had somehow bruised his hip.

They dressed in a sort of semi-awkward silence. Now that his senses were returning, it upset him greatly, that he didn\'t feel a bit guilty. Nor apparently, was he willing to not have Regulus in his bed again. Or, at least in a bed next time.

He\'d enjoyed this strange midnight encounter. Enjoyed it immensely. Enjoyed it so much, he suspected he might be falling in love. Which was dangerous. His kind fell fast, and they fell hard. It was a little scary, actually. And this was Regulus, for Merlin\'s sake!

Regulus, whom seemed far more composed than he had when they\'d first bumped into one another. Or rather, when Regulus had come out of no where and started antagonizing him. Was he following him?!

Regulus leaned forward, placing a sweet, lingering kiss on his lips. He was suddenly feeling very confused. \"How about now?\"

\"Mmrm?\"

Regulus smiled. \"Don\'t worry, it will.\" And then he was gone.

As Remus made his way back to Gryffindor tower, he thought back on what had just happened. It took him half an hour before he realized, Regulus had been finishing the conversation they\'d been having earlier. And yes, it did make more sense. If sleeping with the enemy made things less complicated. They were alike. Very much alike. But, there was one thing they didn\'t have in common.

\"Moony?! What took so long! And what the hell happened to you?!\"

\"I got into a…disagreement with Regulus.\"

\"That little berk! When\'s his next Quidditch match?! We need to hex off his eyebrows or something!\"

\"Next Saturday. Slytherin verses Ravenclaw.\"

\"Are we really gonna hex off his eyebrows?\"

\"You have a better idea?\"

\"Oh, I know!…\"

He had friends.