Indecent Exposure

Summary

(Full) A brief silence occurred between the two, during which Regulus took a long drag of his fag, until the other finally said all at once: “What can you tell me about Rabastan Lestrange?” Regulus, rather startled by Frank’s brusqueness, tilted back his head and stared blankly at him. He lowered his cigarette, thus allowing a large puff of smoke to pass out of his mouth right into the others face, which contorted sourly at the smell. “Anything that your heart desires,” he said coyly.

Category

Drama, Unresolved Sexual Tension

Pairings

Regulus/Rabastan, Regulus/OC

A/N

Here I have Regulus partaking in a bit of a tell-all story, and I do mean tell-all in which is he gives damaging information about a former lover. He does so carelessly, all for the sake of fame and revenge. There is a slight possibility of a sequel or at least a series of sorts, but I’ll never know how to go about any of it until after I get some responses from this story.



it's revealing, fascinating
we got it, we set the motion
now we have it in our hands
we're selfish with the new romance
what's ours is ours, and ours is secret
- The New Romance, Pretty Girls Make Graves


The intimidation that Frank felt whilst in the company of Regulus was palpable; another person had never before made him so nervous in his life, let alone a man no older than he. He had heard often before of the Blacks and their striking looks but never in his wildest dreams did he ever expect to be in the presence of such a fellow.


Regulus sat, or rather slouched, in a chair in one of the designated rooms that Frank had especially made up for him. Frank Cullen was a new up-and-coming reporter for the Daily Prophet, and he like most ambitious writers was looking for that one big story to skyrocket him to fame. And at last he had found the story of a lifetime, one that involved a very member of the Deatheater clan. Even though the young sir was but a new member of the group – having got in on blood royalty alone – he still proved to be a very reliable source when it came to telling all there was to know about the mysterious cult. He and Frank had corresponded over the last few months through mail, but tonight would be their first meeting face to face.


The young man had the signature long, dark locks that stopped evenly at his shoulders and he like his brother Sirius had bangs that fell perfectly into wide sable eyes. His face was long and thin set off perfectly with a chiseled jaw, his skin tone was that of a flawless olive hue, and he like many of the Blacks had a tall, slim shape. He was dressed, however, quite modest for someone of his wealth, clad in muggle attire which as far as his reasons for doing so went Frank figured he was trying his best to avoid as much attention as possible. Which was perfectly sensible considering the fact that small time reporter lived in a Muggle apartment complex.


Although Frank had been extremely ecstatic about their impending meeting he was very discreet when it came to preparing his place. He chose a room in his apartment that he felt would be the best for the interview, and then he stripped it of any and everything in it. Leaving the room with an overwhelmingly dreary feel, windowless with completely blank white walls and dirty wood floors. It was left in a state that for anyone else would have been unacceptable yet for Regulus it was perfect. The only thing that the room now possessed was but a table and two chairs one of which Regulus was seated in. Frank on the other hand had been pacing about his office and foyer collecting materials needed, and doing his best to get up the courage to face the dashing stranger that awaited his return in the next room.


As soon as he entered the doorway of the room, however, he found the other slumped lazily in the chair looking up at the ceiling. Regulus’s head lolled slightly on the back of the chair as he turned his attention to Frank, offering him a toothy grin that upside down looked like an odd sneer. “There you are, I thought you’d abandoned me for a second there.” Regulus spoke surprisingly cool, with a nonchalance that Frank himself knew he could never acquire. At least not while he was in the company of the young Deatheater.


“Sorry about that,” Frank said apologetically with a sheepish grin, shutting the door behind him and stalking slowly across the room to the table. With a clatter he dropped all of his tools onto the table, his tools consisting of several rolls of parchment, an inkbottle, quills, and his wand. He spread out one of the parchment papers; dipping the quill into one of the inkwells he placed it upright on the paper. The quill stood up perfectly straight on the paper and as soon as Frank raised his wand, giving it a quick flick (wordlessly casting a spell), the quill began to move back and forth writing out what would be the title of the article.


A self-satisfied grin found Frank’s lips as he looked up from the paper at Regulus, “Shall we begin?”


“We shall,” Regulus said, delivering a sage nod. While Frank moved to sit down in the chair opposite of him Regulus began to fumble about his pant pockets for something before finally withdrawing a pack of cigarettes. “Terrible habit I know,” he said as soon as he put one in between his lips, his eyes flashing up towards the others’ spotting his obvious anxiousness.


The look on Frank’s face bemused Regulus terribly seeing as he had always been quite fond of anxious fellows. “You wouldn’t have a light, would you?” He started before being abruptly cut off by a seemingly psychic Frank who had lit the others’ cigarette no sooner than when he had finished his sentence. For a moment Regulus just allowed the cigarette to hang limply from his lips before finally taking it between his two fingers and lowering it. “You’re a quick one, don’t find to many others like yourself these days.” He said, the corners of his lips curling.


Frank cocked a curious brow at Black’s retort, sitting up straight and alert in his chair as if waiting for anymore of his requests (or distractions in this case). A brief silence occurred between the two, during which Regulus took a long drag of his fag, until the other finally said all at once: “What can you tell me about Rabastan Lestrange?” Regulus, rather startled by Frank’s brusqueness, tilted back his head and stared blankly at him. He lowered his cigarette, thus allowing a large puff of smoke to pass out of his mouth right into the others face, which contorted sourly at the smell. “Anything that your heart desires,” he said coyly.


“Well,” Frank began, with a reluctant tone. “Then I’m sure you would have no problems talking about your relationship with the aforementioned, right?”


Regulus took yet another drag of the cigarette as he listened to the other speak, mildly surprised at his boldness as well as his sudden interest in childhood friend. A person whom Frank had never once bothered to bring up prior to their meeting, someone who now all of a sudden appeared to be an object of interest, “No I wouldn’t mind talking about the relationship between Rabastan and I.


“Though may I ask Mr. Cullen,” he continued smoothly, “Why the sudden interest in my old lover?”


Frank cleared his throat in an uncomfortable fashion, sitting up straight once more, now fumbling with the collar of his shirt in a feigned attempt to remain cool. “No reason really … just curious. I mean this just seemed like the right place to discuss, in the privacy of my own home … without interruption or risks of eavesdropping.” He murmured softly, as if thinking that had he said it any louder someone might have heard him inquiring about the rendezvous of two male lovers. “I mean it would be used for the story, of course.”


“Of course,” Regulus said mockingly, nodding solemnly with a look of would-be-understanding. “We all get a little curious sometimes don’t we, Frank? Nothing wrong with wondering about the sexual exploits of two schoolmates, why I would be just as curious as you.” He paused momentarily for yet another puff of his fag during which time Frank was blushing fervently, his lips parted as if he were thinking of something to say but only letting out a small stammering noise. Whilst Frank was spluttering and stammering, still trying to think up the best thing to say in return, Regulus went on with his own interrogation of the feeble-minded reporter. “Its just that one would think it odd for you to just bring it up like that. I mean you never made any prior mentions of him before in our letters. You seemed to be much more concerned with other members of the group then. You see, a curious young sir like myself can’t help but wonder, why?”


A faux look of thoughtfulness captured Regulus’s façade, while on the inside he was completely hysterical. Frank was unknowingly, foolishly playing into his little game of sorts, and Regulus was just eating it all up. Regulus extinguished his cigarette on the end of the table and threw it casually over his shoulder. Frank, who had still been trying to muster up a reply, merely sank defeated back in his chair not even bothering to utter a reprimand after the young Deatheaters actions.


“Well I guess I should start back to when Rabastan and I first began attending school together,” Regulus started up suddenly, taking no notice of the now crestfallen Frank, who made a mental note to himself edit out any of the prior dialogue between the two of them.


“Rabastan and I already knew of each other well before we began school at Hogwarts. My mum made sure of that. She liked to be in good with any pureblood family she could get her hands on, which of course meant the Lestranges who were very alike our family. Unless, that is, you count their upbringing which was far more warm and loving than ours. Now my mother was a very cold woman when she needed to be, but with me she at least tried to be a tad bit more appreciating. It was just the company I kept, when I was younger, that she wanted to keep in check. And that’s how the Lestranges came into the picture, mum liked for me to mainly associate with Mrs. Lestrange’s sons. Who were but two handsome young boys one of which she would later marry off to my dear cousin, Bella. But in a way I think she liked Rabastan the best, which is why she always urged me to carry on with him, after all she couldn’t just have her only son playing with just any …” He trailed off; as the other’s rude coughing gesture became a sudden distraction.


“Yes?” he asked pointedly.


Frank’s once adamant gaze faltered as Regulus sent him a hard annoyed look. “A thousand pardons, but I could’ve sworn you had a brother,” Frank said in a quiet voice. “What did you mean by ‘only son’?”


Regulus chuckled lightly, condescendingly even. “To my family I am the only son, Sirius Black stopped being my brother the day he moved out of our house and in with the Potters.” He said this shortly with poise, though Frank could’ve sworn that there was a bit of bitterness in his tone.


“Now, where was I? Oh yes, about when Rabastan and I started school together.” Regulus leaned back a bit further into his chair, propping his feet up on the table.


“We were of course both sorted into Slytherin house where we also went on to end up being roommates together. And though we didn’t have much in common I think one of the reasons why we both got a long so well was because of the stark contrasts in our dispositions. He was the meek one and I was overbearing one, he was mild-mannered while I was loud and boisterous. Rabastan was the gorgeous brunette with stunning green eyes, very studious, and extremely popular. While I was never one for the crowds, a recluse or loner if you will, but everyone thought me to be a bastard anyway so it really didn’t matter. I also lagged in my studies seeing as I already knew quite well what I was to be doing for my future. Yet with Rabastan as a close friend of mine I was never short of a study buddy, if need be. But Merlin help me if I wasn’t so fucking sexy, for our looks were perhaps the only thing that were really alike in as far as beauty was concerned…


“I don’t think it took very long for the two of us to realize the physical attraction we had for each other. I mean I never really felt anything special towards any girls, unless you consider ’Bella but that’s an entirely different story…” He momentarily trailed off as Frank made yet another coughing gesture as if urging Regulus to elaborate, he however was on a bit of a roll and saw no need in getting into anything else. “No, no, no,” he said wagging a finger back and forth, tsking and shaking his head. “Another time, another place.”


“I think,” he began again for the third time, “it would be safe to say that during some point in time in our First Year we became even closer. To the point where we were inseparable and for a while it was as if we were merely best friends. It was the history we had together that kept us bonded, and also the future career choices that we knew we would be taking together. Then as we got older we began to realize that it wasn’t friendship that we wanted out of each other it was sex. Love would come later perhaps but right then it was sex that we really wanted, and sex that we really needed from each other. All of the pent up sexual frustration that we had was in dire need of release. And though it took awhile for Rabastan to realize his feelings, I on the other hand knew all along that I wanted him.”


Regulus noticed that as soon as he made such comments Frank began to shift in his chair, so he wavered for a moment, brow arched in amusement as he looked at him. Regulus stared at Frank until his eyes, which had been looking everywhere else in room but at him, finally found his own before finally starting up again. “I was always the dominant one so I of course was the first to counter him. It took some time and quite a bit of badgering if you can imagine…”


“Oh, I can imagine.” Frank chimed in suddenly, his tone fairly quiet.


A smirk carefully drew its way onto Regulus’s lips, “Like I stated before, the physical attraction between the two of us had always been there, but there was just the matter of actually acting out on it. You see Rabastan was in a state of denial, if you will, and just wasn’t being at all reasonable.” He shook his head, an exasperated sigh escaping him. “So of course you know that by this time I myself was beyond reason, and therefore saw that the only way I would be able to get through to him was by force.” Frank spluttered slightly after this last comment - a shocked expression finding his countenance - not at all understanding the jest of it. Regulus, who had automatically figured that everything had come out wrong almost as soon as he had said it, was quick to fill in the details behind his scandalous remark. “Oh no, it wasn’t anything like that,” he said simply, waving his hand in the air dismissively. “He went willing, of course. I just had to use action, not so much words to get what I wanted out of him … or so I should say, in him.” Regulus chuckled.


“But of course, if I were to describe the night of our confrontation it would be far to graphic for the paper, right? And it isn’t at all relevant to my prior stories either, is it?” He asked abruptly, just as Frank was once more slipping into a complacent state of mind awaiting the rest of the story with great expectancy. It was almost as if Reggie had done so purposely just to get a rise out of Frank. All the same, it took a moment for what Regulus said to register with him and when it did he jutted up from his relaxed position and sat up straight. “Well,” – he began hesitantly – “I must say that I didn’t expect to go in this sort of direction as far as stories were concerned, but I suppose if you really want to dish the dirt on Rabastan then we should continue.” The aforementioned comments put Frank on the spot and there was nothing left for the reporter to do but to ramble on about ethical standards of journalism while tugging nervously at his collar.


Regulus grinned smugly as the other rambled on, musing on his feeble points. “So you mean to tell me,” he began curtly his voice rising to over talk Frank, “that you have no qualms about listening to a story about two teenage boys fucking in a classroom? Let alone writing about it!”


It was that comment that finally rendered Frank speechless, no more mindless rambling, or nervous banters issued from his lips. An excruciatingly long silence fell in the room, during which Regulus bore holes into Frank’s face with his eyes, daring him to say something in return. Frank sat back in his chair, his stare cast down to the floor giving him the appearance of a sorry child. They stayed like this for another good minute before Frank lifted his gaze, and to Regulus’s surprise, he spoke, “No, no I do not. I would do anything for the sake of journalism.” He sounded matter-of-factly at the most, his countenance as still and serious as it had ever been throughout their session. His response mildly-surprised Regulus, who was now lounging languidly in his chair. He mused once more over what Frank had said, pursing his lips as he continued to stare down the reporter.


On the inside Regulus was in hysterics over the reporter’s responses, he was positively helpless in his attempts at remaining composed and “professional” amidst Reggie’s absurd comments and gestures towards him. All in all, Regulus was very aware of the fact that he held this man’s career in the palm of his hands and also that the discontinuation of a story as promising and revealing would leave Frank not just out of work but also in desperate need of a cold shower. So without further-to-do, and with out any warning, he launched into the tale:


“ … From what I recall it was a Saturday night and I had arranged for the two of us to meet in the old Arithmacy classroom. I made up some bullshit about needing to get in a few more hours of studying. Rabastan being the gullible, yet true blue friend that he was met me there right on time. He greeted me with one of those warm smiles of his as soon as I opened the door, and I in return beckoned him welcomingly inside. Once entering completely I shut the door (which I had spent hours meticulously placing locking charms on) behind him with a rather loud SNAP and stood in front of it protectively. The sound startled him slightly and he turned to me tilting his head and giving me an odd look. My heart had to have been beating a thousand times faster than normal, yet I smiled wryly and attempted to distract him by turning his attention to other matters. I had strategically placed my Arithmacy notes and textbooks along the teachers’ desk for show, just to keep him from asking any questions or attempting to make an early departure in case of suspicion.


“‘I placed a few of my worksheets that I’ve been having trouble with on the desk,’ I said briskly, making a gesture to the several pieces of parchment spread out on the desk.


“‘Oh I see,’ he said, nodding surly and turning towards the direction of the desk. I came swiftly behind him as he began approaching the table. Me being the slight taller of him gave me the advantage over him, he struggled weakly, willingly even against me as I brought him down and over to the wall.


“With a loud thrashing he hit the wall and I held him against it, pressing myself into his back. I think for a moment I just stood there, marveling at my captured treasure. Rabastan went quiet (almost as if he knew it was coming all along), save for the yelp he let out as I grabbed onto his hair. My fingers entwined themselves in his soft, ember tresses that I used to draw back his head in the same fashion of a vampire, ready to sink my fangs into my victim’s neck. My lips grazed along his neck savoring the delicate specimen beneath me. I ran my tongue over his Adams apple giving it a playful nipping before brusquely moving up to his lips brushing against them briefly with my own almost as if I were about to fully kiss him … then, just as he began to lean to the kiss and open his mouth to jut out his tongue I released my hold on his head…”


Regulus paused, his tongue running slowly over his bottom lips as he tilted back his head, thinking wistfully of that night in question reveling each moment once more. Frank, who appeared to be entranced by the others storytelling, found the sight of the other reminiscing about such events to be incredibly enthralling.


“It was then with that swift trick I had pulled that he at last given me the one thing that I had craved for so long. A full out moan, an anxious one at that begged for me to fuck him and after hearing it just that once I became addicted. I had to hear him again, I had to have him beg for me, moan for me and call out for me to fuck him harder and harder. Though for now, I would take things slow at least for as long as I could. Yet, despite the growing ache in my trousers, that made it all the more difficult, I kept composure and I would have to if I wanted to finish what I had started.


“I began drawing back his robes slowly, Rabastan’s arms going limp on his sides, as he went about my undressing of him willfully.


“His robes fell in a heap on the floor, right next to mine which I had disposed of before he came in. I flick off buttons left and right, trailing a slender finger along his chest as I did so, and before you know it his dress shirt found its way to the heap. I let out an audible ‘Mmm,’ right into the skin on his neck as my eyes danced wildly over the body beneath me. I ran my fingernails roughly over the taut flesh of his chest, encircling a nipple or two until they hardened and I heard grunting sounds issuing from puckered lips. Rabastan’s eyes were shut tight but I wanted them to be open, I longed to see those brilliantly green eyes, and I wanted him to see all that I was doing to him. I gave him a playful (or maybe not so much) push back into the wall, which he had momentarily managed to ease away from as he arched into my touch. ‘Open your eyes, darling,’ I drawled sweetly into his ear, my lips brushing against the shell of it, nibbling lightly on his lobe.”


Regulus bit down hard on his bottom lip, eyelids still shut tightly as the scene played out further in his mind. The other who at this point was deeply engrossed in the story (for reasons he would later choose not to disclose with Reggie) was just about to urge him on to finish before Regulus began to speak once more, leaving Frank to obediently fall silent and sit back in his chair.


“Then,” Regulus went on, his tone soft and even. “Rabastan’s eyes flashed open just as I had instructed, he looked back at me over his shoulder, and without saying a word I knew what it was that he wanted simply because I too wanted it. My hands slid further down his chest, lingering over the crotch of his pants.


“As expected he was hard, I kneaded at his prick through the fabric with my thumb before unzipping him and sliding in my hand. He gasped as I cupped his cock through his briefs, arching into my touch desperate for more stimulation. I smiled wantonly down at him, biting and kissing and licking at the back of his neck, my eyes hungrily devouring the needy Rabastan under me. In response to my heavy petting he craned his neck back over my shoulder as if to plant kisses on my neck. I, however, was to fast for him and moved out of the way of his kisses, once more thrusting him in the wall. He groaned, frantic like, making an attempt to lower his hand to his pants and shield himself. But once more I was ontop of everything and I swatted away his hands with a harsh slapping, Rabastan made to yell out but by that time my hand was already covering his mouth. I pinned his arms behind him with them resting against my own growth as I again pressed him firmly into the wall. Though I did leave some room for him from the waist down, for there was still his pants that I was to dispose of next.


“When I saw that he had finally calmed I released my hold on his mouth, and I began undoing the belt of a now silent, content Rabastan. I wasted no time pulling the rest of the belt out of the loops of his trousers, winding it around my wrists and making a swift cracking motion on the back of Rabastan’s calf’s. ‘Fuck!’ He called out, this time I wasn’t fast enough to restrain him as Rabastan winced, bending backwards. Despite his blunt outburst, I didn’t mind the sight of him in such a way; in fact all it did was turn me on all the more. Watching him go weak and be pained in such a way made my cock twitch and throb intensely, making it evident to me that if I didn’t take him then I would have lost it.”


It was during this point in the story that Frank was practically falling off his chair he was so close to the edge, his eyes as wide as those of a deer caught in headlights. “What happened next?” Frank asked breathlessly, he knew it wasn’t best to interrupt but he couldn’t help himself any longer for he was on the edge of his seat.


“Well,” Regulus smirked, his eyelashes fluttering into a blink as he opened his eyes startling Frank slightly. “I was very hard at that point and quite ready to have a rough go at him, quickly I began unbuttoning his pants. They dropped, almost magically to the floor and I straightened his posture once more on the wall, placing a firm grip on his shoulder and guiding him closer to the wall.


“And let me tell you, the sight of him standing there with his hands up against the wall, with flushed cheeks, gazing avidly over his shoulder at me, stripped down to his briefs was something not to be missed. Rabastan made to say something but I silenced him as soon as I pressed firmly up against his back again. My arms coiled around his abdomen, my sleeves clinging to his already sweat-moistened skin, as I urged to bring him closer. My breathing was getting heavy and shallow, and my heart was beating incredibly fast. Barely able to contain myself, I began rubbing my erect cock on his ass, it was then that I felt as if I was going to bust out of my pants. His head fell across my shoulder and it was then that I captured his lips with my own. His mouth instinctively opened and our tongues clashed together, meshing together, swirling about and I moaned into his mouth breaking the kiss. I drew away breathless and panting, and instantly my body longed for more, my mouth watered for another taste and my hips bucked against his back, my cock desperate for stimulation of its own.”


Words seemed to flow seamlessly from Reggie’s lips as he narrated the story with vivid detail, and for the time he exuded an eerie casualness as he spoke lightly of the sensual rendezvous. His form of storytelling left Frank mesmerized, not to mention hard. The only sounds that filled the room was that of the quill scratching along steadfast on the parchment, and Regulus’s smooth, velvety voice reciting his tale…


“I lowered my head to his ear, and I purred softly in his ear, ‘Get on the desk.’ I then released my hold of him, stepping back, and he lowered his hands from the wall and staggered over to the desk. He paid no mind to the papers strewn across it, not even bothering to push them off. I took long, slow strides over to the desk before stopping directly at the end of it where Rabastan’s legs were. They opened invitingly and I quickly took my stance in between them. Before I even had a chance to take off my belt his hands had latched onto it, unfastening it carefully and whipping it off tossing it aside. His impatience was evident what with the low, grunting sounds coming from him as he began unbuttoning my pants. I attempted to push him back down on the desk, but to my surprise he pushed back, causing me to stagger back slightly. However, he kept his hold on me, drawing me back into position and unzipping me. I considered giving him a scolding for his defiant behavior, but I figured I had kept him waiting long enough.


“Instead I merely softly instructed him to ‘Lie back down,’ and he did as I said. I then curled my fingers around the sides of his briefs, and slowly slid them down revealing the blushed erection. Rabastan let out an audible moan, the mere brushing of the fabric against his prick setting him off. I bit down hard on the bottom of my lip, leaning over him as I reached out to touch the swollen cock, slender fingers wrapping tightly around the shaft giving it a quick stroke. ‘Fuck,’ he said bluntly, head lolling back and forth on the desk. That response was all I needed to urge me on. I ran my thumb over the head, lowering my mouth and giving it a light licking. I allowed my tongue to linger on his shaft, lathing at it and grazing it up towards the head planting a kiss upon it. I couldn’t help but grin smugly to myself as the other writhed under my tongue, his hips arching upwards trying to get me to take his cock fully into my mouth. But I wouldn’t let him have his way, even now…


“I pulled back from him and his eyes, that were closed as he partook in the pleasure I was gladly giving, flashed open all at once and he grabbed onto my arms. His only response to me was that of a disgruntled growl. I paid no mind to it though, focusing now on other matters like the rest of my clothes for instance. I rolled up my sleeves, flicking off all but a few of my shirt buttons, and pulled my pants completely off. The visible protrusion from my boxers must have set Rabastan off somehow because just as I was about to remove them he was one step ahead of me. He had sat up suddenly, his fingers wrapping around the band of his boxers just as mine had done on his briefs, and he roughly jerked them down to my ankles. I stood there, slightly taken aback by the other’s sudden brusqueness. He on the other hand, couldn’t have appeared more contempt or complacent in this case. A sly smirk stretch across his pillow lips as he stared down at my cock, however, he unlike myself didn’t bother to touch it or taste it for that matter, no, he merely lied back down on the desk awaiting my next move.”


“I chuckled half-heartedly for a solid second before my expression drastically changed into that of a quite devious one. Once again I found my place between his legs, I placed my hands underneath both his thighs and pulled him in closer. Rabastan continued on smiling, looking up at me with those half-lidded eyes, one of his hands playing upon his chest. ‘Would you mind wetting these for me?’ I asked him sharply, putting up two of my fingers. His eyes widened greatly, for a moment I thought this maybe the time in which he called everything off. I learned, however, that I was far too quick to judge, for as soon as I raised them over him he grabbed onto my hand. I instantly grabbed onto my cock as he grabbed onto my hand, for it was throbbing harder than ever now. At first he merely pecked at the two of my fingers, brushing them over his lips before taking the one in his mouth and running his tongue over it. ‘Oh Gods,’ I moaned, my hand stroking at my cock just as I had done Rabastan’s. He then took the second one in his mouth, licking at the tip, making suggestive sucking motions. Those green eyes looked up at me then, whimsically it seemed, and it was then that I withdrew my fingers from his mouth.


“All that sucking left his lips slightly pouty, you know, those kind of adorable pouted lips that you can’t wait to stick your cock between. Oh, how I wished he could have taken mine right in his mouth, but his ass was in a great need of fucking and I just couldn’t pass that up. So I rubbed my wet fingers over his asshole, brushing over it at first until plunging in one finger and stroking it in and out before plunging in the other. Rabastan’s response to anal play was a surprising one in all actuality. I was expecting him to look pained; he did the exact opposite, for with every probe of my fingers inside of him a groan would issue from parted lips. His moans of pleasure to me meant that he was quite capable of taking me, all of me, without any need of my fingers. So I removed my fingers from him just as abruptly as I had put them in and I planted the head of my cock at the entrance of his hole. Rabastan’s hands immediately clung to my sides, and braced them tightly as I slowly began to slide inside of him. I lowered myself over him, making my first full stroke inside.


“‘Oh fuck,’ he said, his chest was rapidly falling up and down now, and he was beginning to sweat, as was I. My hips had begun to rock rhythmically against his; Rabastan leaned back into the desk arching to meet my thrusts. Deep, throaty grunts escaped me with every stroke inside of him. I leaned in closer to him; his eyes were shut and his head rocked back and forth with every thrust. I felt hungry again, it wasn’t enough that I was fucking him, but I had to taste his skin once more. I got fairly close to his face, sweat-moistened skin rubbing against one another as our chests met, and I gave the side of his face a playful lick. To anyone else it would have been a tart, salty taste, but to me it was but a decadent delight. Rabastan laughed giddily after the licking, his arms snaked around my back and he hung onto my shoulders as I continued to move in and out of him. Though I must say that during this point I was the closest that I had ever been during my whole time with him.


“I had then grounded myself securely between his legs, and my thrusts had become somewhat harsher than before. Yet, Rabastan didn’t seem to take any mind of it, why, I think he rather enjoyed himself. By this time his walls were slick with what was possibly a mixture of sweat and precome, making it all the more easy for me. Rabastan, almost knowingly, wrapped his legs around me, stroking himself upon my cock. I pumped steadfast inside of him, completely breathless, all the while the other underneath moaned into a peaceful submission. My head spun with the sounds of his moans and the images of his writhing sweaty body beneath me, his nails digging into my neck as he too rapidly approached his own climax. My thrusts were desperate now, fast and frantic, merciless even as I aimed to reach that higher level of pleasure. He was howling then, letting out a loud “Fuck,” or “Shit,” with every swift ramming of my prick inside him. I was on the edge then, nothing but a sweaty, moaning mess.”


Regulus went silent, wetting his lips, and for the first time breaking his relaxed demeanor. His breathing had become just as ragged as when he had been fondling Rabastan. All of that reminiscing of that night had left Reggie quite hot and bothered. He tugged absentmindedly at the tie around his neck, loosening it with feeble fingers. “Goddamn this heat,” he fumed indignantly at no one in particular. Regulus’ stalling left a disheveled Frank waiting with bated breath. Frank having already disposed of his tie and blazer for that matter during the more intense parts of the story was ready to pipe up and offer to turn on the air. However, as soon as he opened his mouth Regulus made a dismissive waving gesture and quieted him. Reggie waited until after wrenching the said tie from around his collar to continue on with the story.


“Then,” he began loudly in a dramatic fashion, no longer continuing in his airy, tender tones.


“All at once I pulled out of him, drawing myself up onto shaky knees. I spilled sticky white all over his belly, all the while gasping desperately, my hands holding on tightly to the ends of the desk. As soon as the other’s moans subsided I found myself collapsing exhaustedly atop of him, and for a long while neither of us spoke, we just lied there still trying to catch our breath. I faintly felt his fingers running through my hair, I say faintly because I had begun to drift off into sleep just moments after my climax and I don’t remember much after that … well, that and the fact that I woke up lying naked face down on the desk. Rabastan was nowhere to be found. It turns out that he had snuck off about 5 o’clock in the morning; how he managed to get the locks off the door I’ll never know. ”


Regulus shook his head, a fond look finding his features as he thought wistfully of the morning after and before he knew it he found himself launching into a passionate banter on the matter.


“Without saying a word he had left me there, naked lying on top of a desk in the old Arithmacy classroom, and had I been found I would have been expelled from the school. A position in which I have no doubt he left me in on purpose, I think he wanted for me to be expelled, he wanted me to be a laughing stock, he wanted me to be an embarrassment to my family, he wanted me to feel ashamed. Because he was ashamed, while I, on the other hand was not, I know what I did and am quite proud of myself. I was not the least bit shy about expressing my feelings for Rabastan, and he knew that, he knew that I wouldn’t feel shame for my actions. Thus the reason why he left me there, so I could fall prey to some nosy Prefect, lost student or Professor that may enter at will. I guess he figured the expulsion and shunning from my family would be enough to embarrass me, but he was wrong because had I been caught I wouldn’t have given a rat’s arse what anyone thought. And that is stark contrast between he and I! He actually cares about what people think about him, he longs to please everyone else but himself so when someone like me came along he didn’t know what to do with himself. Which is why I –”


“Which is why you want me to write this story!” Frank interjected excitedly, everything suddenly clicking with him. “To dish the dirt on your old lover, ruining his reputation as both a deatheater and a wizard.”


Finally he understood the relationship between the two of them, their past and how it tied in to how they now felt towards each other. To Frank’s surprise Regulus did not fire off at him scolding him for his interruption, no, Regulus merely smirked and said, “That’s right.” Frank grinned widely he moved to stop the moving quill but paused as a thought occurred to him. “Regulus, if Rabastan had set you up like that why is it that you still carried on with him sexually?” Regulus took in Frank’s comment and for a few seconds he thought on it, then as abrupt as Frank’s interruption he began to laugh.


Again it appeared as if Regulus were getting back to his old self in no time as he carelessly laughed off Frank’s remark for a good minute before finally answering him, “Do you really have to ask? I believe our first time together was reason enough.”


Frank nodded, a blush finding his already red cheeks as he once more felt that great intimidation from the other. He stood; hand grabbing a hold of the quill and ceasing its scratching, Frank’s eyes scanned each page of parchment carefully before turning to Regulus. Regulus, whose dark eyes suddenly seemed to be transfixed on him, Frank flinched slightly under his stare. “That’s about it for today, I’ve got a lot of editing to do, so I guess you could be on your way.” He spoke hurriedly, however, when he made to turn and fetch Regulus’s jacket the young Deatheater grabbed a hold of his arm and wrenched him back. “You do realize,” his voice smooth as silk as he guided the other closer to him, “that you are rock hard, right?” Regulus’s very tone was enough to make Frank come at this point, that and the fact that he had just sat through the most erotic tale he had ever heard in his life. “Right,” Frank retorted shortly, his breathing heavy and quick. “Then you would also realize that I am obliged to take care of the ache in your trousers, right?” He stood now, having much the same height advantage over Tom as he did over Rabastan, his back against Frank’s just as it had been against Rabastan.


“Right,” Tom answered obediently.

~ τέλος ~