No one will love you

He knew they suspected him already.



\"Cover it\" his father hissed at him, as for the millionth time he rubbed his sore arm. It wasn\'t that he had to conceal the mark, not at all. They were among fellow Death Eaters.



But it wasn\'t supposed to hurt.



He wasn\'t supposed to feel his muscles quivering, tensing with pain. Pain was ripping through his veins. He knew it was because he had resisted. He had prayed the mark wouldn\'t work, or that it would vanish an instant after it glowed upon his white flesh.



They all knew.



His father and uncle apparated back to 12 Grimmauld Place with him, saying nothing to Regulus as he immediately headed for the door. They had exhausted their words of encouragement and congratulation; he had fulfilled his purpose. Followed the family way. Now he was trapped.



Tears spilled down his fas has he entered the house. His mother was there, wrapping her arms around her youngest sun \"Oh Regulus,\" she thought he was simply emotional \"you\'re tired\" her fingers touched the tender place on his arm, and he winced. \"Go to bed\" she said soothingly, running her hand over his black hair. Where had such motherly affection come from? Where had it been when he\'d pleaded with her to convince Sirius to stay.



That was years ago.



OOOOooooooOOOOO





Regulus lay still in his bed. He pulled the soft cloth of the bed sheets up to his chest, leaning back against the huge pile of pillows he had built. His head throbbed, almost as much as his arm. He feared that there was a poison in the mark, seeping through his veins and poisoning his mind. Shivering, he closed his eyes, gasping when the scarred flesh touched cotton. Tears still spilled from his eyes.



\"Don\'t cry Regulus.\"



\"Don\'t leave\"



\"Come with me!\"



\"No, mother-\"



\"Mother doesn\'t love you Regulus. Nor does father.\"



Half-sleeping, Regulus stiffened \"No. Sirius.\"



Sirius lumped his trunk down the stairs \"They won\'t love you, no matter what you do. They love themselves, and Voldemort. They\'ll just give you to him. They wouldn\'t do that if they loved you. Come with me, I love you.\" he dropped his trunk and looked at Regulus.



Pale blue eyes fixed on his, almost pleading him to come with him \"No\" Regulus said, turning over in his bed.



He was woken by the burning sensation in his arm. Pain seared through the flesh, hot pain. What could he do? Water wouldn\'t help, this was a magical wound, and it was not supposed to hurt. He whimpered softly, afraid to wake his parents.



This was forgotten. Since the day Sirius left he felt nothing, for anyone else or for himself. He longed to pity himself now, but he could not. He had brought this upon himself. He should have gone with Sirius. He should have let Sirius take care of him.



The pain made him restless in his bed…and with movement the bed sheets slipped down to pool at his waist. It rubbed slightly on his nipples, the sensation catching him by surprise. Distraction, yes he craved that now. The fingers of his good right hand rubbed at his nipples gently, trying to recreate the feeling. He sank back and closed his eyes; it always worked better that way.



Pale elegant fingers pinched his nipples, then rubbed a warm palm over one of them. Yes, that was it. He arched slightly, his cock stirring in response. He pictured the rest of his brother, naked and almost straddling him. Sirius\' cock was hard and almost flush to his stomach, pale as the rest of him but thick and long. Regulus moaned, hissing endearments beneath his breath.



Hands roamed his body, easing away the pain in the top of his arm. The skin that had been marked was warm, bleeding slightly, and so tender to touch. A wet trail licked across the skull shape, making him tremble with a delicious pain that spread across his body and rushed blood to his groin. He was hard now, his erection straining up towards Sirius.



Sirius looked so beautiful, his hair was so long and soft, it trailed along Regulus\' chest mirroring the kisses that the older brother was placing on the younger. His face was set in an expression of affection, a look Regulus remembered well, but it was tainted with something new…lust. Lust for him. Sirius leaned over, pressing his body against his brother\'s, their erections trapped between them.



\"Mother doesn\'t love you Regulus. Nor does father.\" Regulus whined, but it was stopped by a kiss from Sirius. Their tongues touched softly. That was not what he was supposed to say.



\"They\'ll just give you to him. They wouldn\'t do that if they loved you. Come with me, I love you.\" Sirius had said it last time, fixing him with an open look, but now it was whispered. Confident, and intimate.



\"Yes…Yes, yes\" Regulus gasped, feeling Sirius\' hand move to his cock and begin to stroke it. Too hard to last long, he came in his brother\'s hand with a harsh cry.