Holiday Cherries

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This was written for, a_shadow_there - Happy Holidays.

Holiday Cherries

A bleak figure approaches the front stoop of Twelve Grimmauld Place, as the four mates drink and unwrap their Christmas presents. Peter guffaws in a fit of laughter as one of his counterparts unwraps some knickers from a beautifully wrapped box. Although he finds his gift to his mate humorous, Padfoot scowls at him, while Remus holds them up, admiring them.

"Try them on, Pad's," Moony says, lustfully smiling.

Sirius quickly grabs them, shoving them haphazardly back in their box, and pushes them under the couch, while his mates roar with laughter. They're unaware of the snow storm that begins rage outside their door, comfortable and warm before the fire.

A battered hand gingerly lifts toward the hidden door, pulling the snake knocker and letting it fall on its own strength.

Sounds of a gaiety from the other side of the door grab at the unknown visitor's heart. He looks around, taking in the late night scene before this dreary house he calls upon. The frigid wind blows drifts of snow in impressive shapes, though their cold mass grab at his bruised fingers. A sudden gust finds a hole in his cloak and exploits it, sending a bone-gripping shiver throughout his body. Having second thoughts, he awkwardly steps away from the door, not wanting to burden the occupants of this house with his plight. As he takes his last step down from the porch, and pulls his cloak tighter around his neck, he's cast in a warm glowing light.

"Reg?" A voice calls through the cold bitter night.

He stops, but doesn't turn around. "Never mind. D-didn't mean to interrupt your party."

"Don't be a daft git. Get your bollocks in here. Bloody hell, that's a nasty storm," Remus says.

Regulus turns his head, wishing immediately that he hadn't. The look on Remus' face tells him just how bad he looks. "Shite, Reg!" he exclaims, rushing down the stoop in his stockinged feet to help Regulus into Sirius' inheritance, well as Sirius calls the old house. Remus, having successfully pulled Regulus back up the steps, closes the door behind them as they step into the safety of the house, and calls out to Sirius.

"Oh, it's just worthless. What's he want?" Sirius says morosely, strutting down the dim narrow hall.

Remus scowls at him, and Regulus glares from just under the rim of his hood. Sirius seems affronted.

"What?" he says, stepping closer. "It's not like I'm saying anything that isn't true..." Sirius pauses, obviously he sees the state Regulus is in. He steps quickly up to his brother and pulls back the hood covering most of Regulus' bruised face. Although his brothers initial words hurt him deeply, they always do, he feels worse now that Sirius can see the evidence that brings him to the sanctuary of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.

"Did...father...did he do this to you," Sirius' voice falters for a moment. He doesn't wait for an answer. The recent joyful party, now all standing in the hallway, stared at him soulfully. "Moony, clean him up. I'll be back."

Regulus tries to stop his brother in making matters worse, but his grip is weak and Sirius' is strong with his rage. Remus passes him off to Peter, grabs his cloak, boots and scarf and runs out the door into the growing blizzard - after Sirius.

Peter helps Regulus into the library, where a raging fire starts to warm Regulus' battered body. "Erm...James?" Peter's murmured plea for help brings Regulus' spirit further down. He likes the bloke, but Peter has a weak stomach, even though he constantly shoves just about everything into it. When it comes to blood though, he nearly always faints.

"It's okay, Wormtail. I've got him. Go ahead, not much of a celebration now anyway."

"Thanks. Sorry, Reg," Peter says softly, and pats Regulus' shoulder gently. "Hope you feel better. I'll drop by tomorrow."

James steers Regulus to one of the high wing back chairs in front of the fireplace, and they hear the front door click shut. James pulls off Regulus' cloak, revealing the shredded bloody shirt underneath. "Stand still so I can check you out," he says, his face pulling into a grimace. He pulls his wand from his back pocket and moves it over Regulus' body. "You've still got a few open cuts," James says, pushing his wand back into his pocket and unbuttons Regulus' shirt - removing it. Tossing the shredded material into the fire, James holds his wand to Regulus' bruised and cut chest, murmuring a few spells, closing the open wounds.

Regulus jumps slightly at the touch of the spell. James motions for the younger man to sit, kneeling before him he reaches for Regulus' snow soaked boots.

Regulus tries to stop James; there is only so much a man's pride will allow. But James swats his hand away. "Don't be daft, Reg. It's just me. Relax." Regulus watches as James pulls his second boot off, then slides his once dry white socks, now water logged and gray, off his nearly frozen feet. James wrings out the socks over the hearth hanging them on a fireplace crane. James sits on his knees hands on his hips and looks up at Regulus, who drops his head under the gaze of his brother's best mate. "Merlin, can I be any more pathetic?" Regulus thinks.

"You hungry?" James asks.

Regulus shakes his head.

"Thirsty?" James asks.

Again, Regulus shakes his head.

"Want to see what I got for Christmas?" James says excitedly, tapping Regulus on the knee. Not waiting for an answer he jumps up, using Regulus' pained knees to help himself up. "Sure you do."

"Yes of course, because it's always about you, James," Regulus sullenly thinks to himself.

James returns seconds later and sits between Regulus and the fire, his annoying signature smile stretching from ear to ear. The light of the fire gives James' messy hair a serene glow. He holds a sizable wooden box and slowly lifts the lid revealing chocolate candies.

"These are heaven on earth," James says, lifting one by it's stem and removes it from it's red paper nest. "These..." James holds up a dark chocolate one. "...are my favourite. The white chocolate fudge ones are a close second, though."

Regulus watches as James hold it up to his lips, opening them slightly and bites the tip of the candy off, red syrup oozing over his lips and down his chin. James moves his tongue out in and attempt to lick the syrup from his chin. He looks back up at Regulus, and their eyes lock. James sticks his tongue out and swirls it between the chocolate shell and the cherry, sucking up the sweet syrup. Regulus is captivated by just how erotic James makes eating candy. He hopes James doesn't notice the movement beginning in his wet trousers.

James takes such a great length of time to eat just one cherry, and when he bits the cherry free from the chocolaty stem, a drop of syrup falls from his chin, landing on his growing pot belly, mixing with the dark line of hairs that point tauntingly toward James' manhood.

"You must eat them this way," James announces, bringing Regulus' gaze away from James' crotch and back to his face. "And you leave the chocolate top and stem for the very last. The dark chocolate ones have a mint stem, you see?" James leans over pointing to the tip of the stem. "The white ones..." James says reaching for one and biting into it in the same leisurely way he did the first one. By the time he got to the stem, Regulus' cock was rock hard. A shiver of excitement moves from Regulus' toes to the tips of his hair, just as James looks up, smirking. He says triumphantly, " Peppermint."

"Here, try the peppermint," James says, leaning up,holding a white chocolate covered cherry to Regulus' lips. "Remember, just bite the tip first. Then you swirl your tongue around the cherry, to suck out the syrup. Leaving the naked cherry nestled by itself in the shell." With one hand on Regulus' left leg, James holds the cherry to Regulus' lips. Swallowing hard, Regulus opens his mouth slightly, and James inserts the tip of the candy into his mouth.

Regulus bites down, a copious amount of syrup oozing quickly out, over his lips, down his chin and dropping onto his chest. He grunts in annoyance, and James laughs.

"You bit too much off," James says.

Regulus closes his eyes, felling his face redden instantly. He squirms in the chair, only to find his muscles have stiffened in the short time he's been immobile in this chair. He desperately wants to hide in his old room and forget he ever existed, but his eyes shoot open as he feels something rough and wet move over his right peck. James is leaning over his chest licking the syrup that fell from the candy. Regulus' eyes close and his body trembles at the touch. He keeps his eyes closed pleading with his cock to go down, until the contact ends. James has his hands on the arms of the chair, and Regulus can feel his soft breathing.

"Sorry, these are too good to simply waste even the smallest part." James leans in, running his tongue up Regulus' chin, stopping when they're both nose to nose, lip to lip. James' mouth is still open slightly his tongue slightly out of it's confines, with a drop of cherry juice on the tip. His breath is sweet and warm. James stares at Regulus. Though he doesn't know what possesses him to, Regulus sticks out his tongue swiping the large drop of syrup form James' tongue. James moves closer, pushing his tongue into Regulus' mouth. The kiss is soft, tentative. It lasts but a moment, and James sits back down on his feet, leaving the peppermint stem in Regulus mouth - a point which surprises Regulus.

"Good, right?" James comments, smiling from ear to ear.

Regulus nods, and James reaches down grabbing a couple of each kind, eight in all and leans back up to Regulus. "Now, try the milk chocolate, they've got a licorice stem. And remember, do it just like I showed you. Just the tip."

Though he tried to repeat James' technique, the same result occurred again, dropping more syrup onto his chest. Regulus hoped futilely James would clean it up again. Although James simply held a second, then third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and finally the eighth, all in quick procession. Regulus tries to do each properly but James brings them so fast, he couldn't keep up. James sat back on his heels, and smiles up at Regulus as he tired to eat the candies.

Regulus looks down over his cool and sticky chest, syrup still dripping off his chin. Bits of green, white, black, and creme stems mixed in with bits of chocolate and syrup as it seeps down his belly toward his wet trousers.

"Oi!" James exclaims. "You must be freezing in those. Here," he says moving up and starts to unbutton them.

"No!" Regulus all but shouts. "Stop!"

James raises and eyebrow, but manages to unbutton and pull the zipper down opening Regulus' trousers. "What are you so squirmy about? You can't stay in them, you'll catch pneumonia."

Still weakened by the beating from earlier, Regulus is no match for James who pulls awkwardly at the trousers until they're completely free from the boy sitting in the chair. As he pulls a second iron crane from the side of the fireplace, James drapes the trousers over it to dry, Regulus desperately tries to cover his hard twitching cock; which is easily noticeable underneath his thin pants. He sits stiff as a board in the chair, his mouth hung open as James looks back at him, and the wet pants still remaining on Regulus. The candy syrup threatening to touch the final garment.

"Ho no," James says, quickly reaching to pull them off as well.

Regulus grabs James hands as hard as he can. He can't let James see his humiliation. James stops, but leans up to Regulus' face and Regulus can see his fear reflected in James' glasses.

"These are wet," he says simply. "And there is..." He stops to swipe his tongue over Regulus' lips. "...no way, I'm allowing that delicious candy juice to be wasted on those dingy pants.

With James that close, Regulus' grip falters and James takes advantage of his momentary lapse. With a quick pull, the pants come easily off, eliciting a yelp of pain from the younger man.

Now fully naked, hands desperately attempting to cover his cock, James smiles down at the patterns of red slowly moving over Regulus' chest and stomach toward Regulus' hands. James looks back up into Regulus' eyes. "Would you like me to...clean this up? Or do you want to?"

Regulus opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. The light from the fire is making James look like a god hovering over his defenseless body. He closes it.

James gives him that a smirk. The one he uses when he thinks he's being sexy. "Allow me." Everything turns to slow motion in Regulus' perspective. James leans down, pulls his hands off his cock and draws patterns in the syrup with his tongue. Regulus tries to watch but the sensations are too great and his head falls backward against the chair, while he grabs the chair arms with a death grip. Even with the heat of the fire, and the heat of James' tongue, the syrup sends cold chill throughout his body, and when James swirls his cherry soaked tongue over the head of his cock, Regulus cries out and lifts his cock with a sharp involuntary thrust. James doesn't gag, as his mouth is filled with Regulus' cock. Instead he gently pushes Regulus to sit and slowly finds a steady rhythm, bobbing his head up and down over Regulus' cock with a firm lip lock. The extreme sensations force Regulus' eyes closed.

Pulling off Regulus' cock with a vulgar, although extremely sexy slurp, James licks a line up his chest to his pecs and pulls the left one with his teeth. Regulus lets out a muffled grunt, and is released. He opens his eyes and James stands before him, pulling down his tight black jeans to reveal his impressive cock. Not as long as his own, but thicker. The thick vein on the underside of the shaft seems to pulse and twitch smacking against James' belly as he leans down and pulls off his jeans.

Without a word, James leans over Regulus, their cocks touching for the first time. He licks a line from Regulus' jaw past his ear to the line of hair on his forehead. Regulus leans up opening his mouth allowing James to claim it. There is nothing soft about this kiss. It's demanding. Commanding. Wanting.

James breaks the kiss, and pulls Regulus slightly down so he's all but lying in the chair and leans back over him, his weight pressing against Regulus'. He ruts their cocks roughly against each other and returns the hard kiss.

He raises up and reaches down for the box of chocolates. Kneeling over Regulus' body in the chair, his mouth full of cherries, he bites down. A river of syrup pours from his lips and down over his cock and onto Regulus' chest. James crudely chews the cherries, swallowing hard, then presses his cock into the large glob of syrup and starts to move down Regulus' chest.

He leans up and offers his cherry covered cock to Regulus.

Without thinking, Regulus leans up, sucking the cock into his mouth. Ever since he reached puberty, he'd fantasized about his brothers mate. What he'd look like naked. What he'd do to Regulus in bed. How his cock - and more - tasted. After many years of wanting, wanking, and worshiping this man, Regulus was now finding out. James holds his head, taking over and fucks Regulus' mouth with slow drawn out thrusts.

Regulus moves his hands up and over James firm arse, and up around his growing belly. Even though James has put a bit of weight on, mostly in the stomach, he is still the hottest man Regulus has ever seen. And now that he's eaten all the syrup from James cock, he tastes the precome seeping from the tip the cock. Just as his breathing starts to become erratic and his moaning for this man above him gets louder, James pulls out and blankets him. James flings his glasses off, and holds Regulus' jaw, tracing it's line with his thumb.

Leaning in for a slow kiss, James maneuvers his cock over Regulus belly, slicking up his cock again with more cherry syrup, then starts frotting their cocks together, never breaking the kiss. Regulus fears he'll pass out, as all of his senses shift into over drive. For a brief second he fears his brother will come home and ruin what he's in the middle of. James' frantic kiss and breathing pulls him back - he's getting close. That damnable cherry syrup feels better than anything he's ever squeezed over his cock, and James rutting into it and his cock is about to do him in.

With a guttural howl into Regulus' mouth James' movements stop and Regulus can feel the man's flesh quake over him. He feels the splatter of James' come hitting his neck and chest, dropping over his own cock and stomach. Regulus continues the frotting, not wanting the friction to stop.

"Please, stop," James whimpers, between gasps and pushes himself slightly off Regulus. "It...it's too much."

Regulus stops moving, letting the man ride out his orgasm. Truth be told, Regulus has never gotten this far with anyone and he was truly unsure of what to do. James loud pants start to subside and he gingerly lowers his body back over Regulus', and buries his face in the crook of Regulus' neck.

James begins to place soft kisses to Regulus' neck, moving slowly downward. He laps up his come from Regulus' neck and continues downward mixing it with the syrup still lining Regulus' chest like a slow river moving south. The sight of James licking and sucking cherries and come off his body causes Regulus' cock to get harder than he thought it could. He was sure he could come just watching this, but James grabbed the base of his cock and squeezes hard, stopping the impending eruption.

Swallowing, James looked up smiling. "Not yet." Regulus whimpers, and watches as James moves his tongue through a large pool of come, which is turning pink as it mixes with the syrup to form a pink river. Sucking it all into his mouth, James gave a quick look up at Regulus, seemingly happy the man was still watching. With a wicked smile, and a bit of pink syrup running down his chin, James leaned over Regulus' cock, and pushed down over the hard organ.

Regulus cried out, the most feral sound he'd ever created. James moved over his cock several times, then stopped pulling off but leaving the cock coated and glistening in the fire light. Climbing up onto the chair, wearing only his white socks, James straddled Regulus' lap. Locking their eyes together, James smiled and pulled Regulus' cock out straight, lowering himself onto it. Regulus watched in sheer amazement. James' expression turned from snarky, to serious, to pained and he grunts once the crown of Regulus' cock breached his arse. Regulus watched intently, forcing his eyes not to shut, although the fantastic heat and tightness of James makes that simple task nearly impossible. Pushing himself fully down to Regulus' pelvis, James cried out, grunting in pain.

"Wait!" Regulus says, tapping James' hips repeatedly with his hands. "Don't. I don't want to hurt you."

James places his hands on Regulus' chest, steadying himself.

Regulus was torn between not wanting to hurt James, and his body's over-whelming urge to thrust up...over and over until he was screaming with ecstasy.

After several minutes of concentration James speaks, his voice ragged. "We're blokes. This is what sex is, Reg. It's supposed to hurt, and let me tell you. James pauses, catching his breath. "With that fucking Black family cock of yours, it feels like I'm splitting in two." James uses his fingers to still Regulus from speaking further, while his other hand digs into Regulus' chest. "But it only hurts for a few minutes. Now...go. Move."

"What?" Regulus asks, not quite sure he liked this new bit of news. Sirius had never told him sex - hurt.

"What to you mean, what?" James says, incredulously looking down at him. James moves his hands up to Regulus' shoulders, for support. "You've got your cock in my arse. Fuck me already."

James lifts up slightly, and lowers himself, a look of pure bliss washes over his face. That was all Regulus needed, and he begins pushing up and down into James' arse, grabbing the wonderfully round buttock, and quickly finds a steady pace. He is rewarded when James elicits wonderful erotic sounds. He looks up at James, and the man leans over pressing their lips together for a chaste kiss.

James snakes his left hand behind Regulus' head, grabbing his long hair pulling it back almost too painfully. "H-harder, Reg. Fuck me as hard as you like. Let go," James whispered over his lips, then presses more kisses down his chin until he reaches a spot on Regulus' neck and bites down. James sucks ruthlessly on Regulus' neck, and Regulus matches the force with equal thrusts into James' hot, tight arse. It only takes a minute...two at the most and Regulus shouts out as his orgasm explodes from his body, his cock pumping come deep into James' arse.

"Reg! Are you all..." The library door opens with a bang, and Sirius' worried voice stopped suddenly, both James and Regulus opened their eyes. Regulus wondered briefly if his expression matched James' shocked one. They both looked to the door where Sirius stands holding his school trunk, his mouth hanging open, Remus next to him in much the same way.

"Sirius? I...I can explain," James said, and starts to lift up, but that only pulls more on Regulus' cock and he cried out in further ecstatic bliss. He grabs James' waist and digging his fingers into flesh and pleads wordlessly for him not to move, his cock shooting still more come into James.

James turns and smiled down at him. "Sorry. But it's great, isn't it?"

"Prongs!" Sirius roars, and baby Harry starts crying from upstairs.

James and Regulus look back at the door to the library, Regulus silently pleading with his older brother, not to ruin this moment.

"Erm...Sirius," Remus says, grabbing Sirius' left arm, as Sirius starts walking toward the pair in the chair. "Let's leave them alone and go to bed. We can talk about this in the morning. It is still Christmas after all."

Sirius seemed to be having a battle in his head. Looking from Remus to James and back. Possibly torn between whether to listen to Remus or throttle James and Regulus. "Damn it Moony! Look at them. Regulus always wants what's mine. James is my friend," Sirius shouts. Pointing a finger at Regulus he continues shouting. "Not yours. You can't have him. Get your own friends, you...you shirt lifting poof!"

Remus glared at Sirius, pulling his arm harder. "Come on, Sirius. You still need to...lift my shirt.

That one sentence confused Sirius for a moment, long enough at least for Remus to pull him out of the library. As Sirius pulls the door closed, now arguing with Remus, he shoots his head back inside the library. "If you've left a mark on my kid brother, Prongs, I'm gonna kick your arse!"

"Yeah, sure, Padfoot. Oh, Padfoot," James called, that signature smile back. Sirius opens the now closed door and pokes his head back inside, giving them both a withering stare that eerily looks like their mother.

"What?" he asked, annoyance seething from his word.

"Do a naked bloke a favour and get that godson of yours to shut it."

James smiled down at Regulus, as Sirius slammed the door, cursing and stomping his way up the stairs. "Do you feel better now?"

~ ~ Happy Holiday ~ ~