Rating: NC-17 (This part NC-17)
Warnings: Sex, violence
Genres: Romance, Angst, Drama
Word count: ? (This part: 2600)
Disclaimer: Characters and world belong to J. K. Rowling. I make no profit.
Summary: What is Remus to do when he suddenly finds himself caught in the middle of two brothers' furious feud? The last thing Remus wants is to hurt anybody's feelings, but how can he possibly avoid that? And what about his own feelings? SLASH, of course!
Remus pressed his nose flat against the window, watching the wine fields and olive trees sweep by. He had always enjoyed traveling by train, but he was starting to get a bit restless. The ride was a good deal longer than the familiar one from London to Hogwarts, and he had been on the move for nearly twenty-four hours now. It looked like they would soon be there though, having come out on the other side of the mountains and rolling through the countryside of Provence.
He was dying to see Regulus again, but couldn’t help feeling nervous as well. What if Regulus hadn’t missed him as much as Remus had missed him? What if he had found out that he could cope without Remus? His letters were full of praise of his new school and friends. There had to be plenty of cute French boys, and who would be able to resist someone as gorgeous as Regulus? His Regulus. “Okay, stop it!” he scolded himself.
Even though it was torture being so far apart, Remus knew it was for the best. Of course he had to agree with Dumbledore that it was safest to send Regulus abroad to take his final year. It was too risky for him to stay at Hogwarts – especially now that Remus wouldn’t be around to keep an eye on him.
Finally, the train pulled into the station in Nice. His heart did a summersault when he spotted Regulus standing in a cluster of other Beauxbatons students on the platform. They were all chatting amongst themselves, trunks at their feet. They were obviously here to take the train home for the holidays.
Remus barely made it down the steps to the platform before Regulus caught him and squeezed the life out of him.
“Merlin, I’ve missed you!” he mumbled and kissed Remus’ neck discretely so no one could see. It probably wasn’t a good idea, kissing openly in front of a bunch of people. Remus doubted French Muggles were any more tolerant of gays than the British.
Finally, Regulus let go and they stood there smiling and watching each other for a moment.
“Look at you in that uniform,” said Remus. “ You look great in blue.” He ran his hands inquisitively down the smooth fabric, using it as an excuse to touch his boyfriend.
“OOH!” sounded an excited female voice. Remus turned his head to see a girl with long braids coming bouncing up to them. She was followed by another girl and two boys.
“Ze famous Remus!” she squealed and pulled a baffled Remus into a hug.
“We ’ave ‘eard so much about you!” one of the boys said and grabbed Remus’ hand, shaking it enthusiastically.
Beaming, Regulus introduced all four of his friends and Remus politely greeted everybody. He was showered with questions and found it hard to keep up because everybody was talking at once, a mixture of English and French. Regulus didn’t say much. He just stood there, fondly watching Remus and occasionally “accidentally” brushing their hands together.
Then people started boarding the train. “Au revoir, Regulus,” said the girl with the braids and planted a huge wet kiss on said boy’s cheek. Remus watched in silence and only a tiny part of him wanted to push the stupid girl away, because he really was happy to see that Regulus had made such good new friends.
“’Ave fun,” she said, winking at Remus as she passed him on her way into the train.
Remus felt his cheeks heat up and wondered if Regulus had really told his friends about the nature of their relationship or if the girl was just perceptive.
Regulus pulled Remus off to the side where no one could see them and apparated them to the school grounds. As soon as they had regained their balance Remus grabbed hold of his face and locked their lips together. Regulus kissed back eagerly and wrapped his arms around Remus’ waist, pulling him close. Threading his fingers through soft black hair, Remus melted into the kiss, tasting every inch of Regulus’ mouth. The caress against his tongue sent shivers down his back and made his knees weak.
“Reg,” he gasped after a couple of minutes, breaking the kiss and turning his face away. “We gotta stop…”
Regulus just responded by trailing his lips along Remus’ jaw and down his neck.
“No… you’re getting me all worked up… ” said Remus and used all his willpower to gently push the other boy’s head away. “Not here… later…”
“Yeah, all right,” sighed Regulus and stepped back. “Well, follow me,” he said and picked up Remus’ rucksack.
They walked through meticulously groomed renaissance gardens, and a few minutes later an impressive white palace came into view.
“Wow. It’s beautiful!” said Remus, and thought that somehow these surroundings with their aristocratic feel suited Regulus better than the wild nature of Hogwarts.
“Yeah,” smiled Regulus. “It’s really nice.”
They continued into the palace where Regulus started showing Remus around.
“You have to see this room,” he said and pushed Remus through the door to a tiny room that looked like nothing more than a broom closet.
“What’s special about this? It’s just a broo-”
The rest of the sentence was swallowed up by Regulus who had thrown himself at Remus, apparently trying to suck the life out of him. Desire exploded in Remus’ midsection and spread throughout his body like a current, making his head spin. He grabbed Regulus by the collar, walked him backwards, and pressed him roughly against the wall, taking control of the kiss.
Regulus tugged Remus’ shirt free of his trousers and slipped a hand up under it.
“Remus –“ he gasped, as Remus drove their hips together. “Want you...”
“Yes,” Remus groaned and latched onto Regulus’ neck, sucking greedily at the smooth skin.
“Want you to take me…” moaned Regulus,”… now!”
Remus’ mind nearly blanked out from lust. He spun Regulus around so he was facing the wall and fumbled frantically with his fly to free his straining erection.
“Hurry up!” whinged Regulus who had already undone his own trousers and had them pooling around his ankles.
“I’m on it!” said Remus. He finally succeeded and stepped forwards to press himself against Regulus’ backside.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” groaned Regulus.
Remus cast the prep charm and kicked Regulus’ feet further apart. He stepped closer, positioning himself just right. “I’ve been fantasising about this for months,” he purred into his ear. “Been wanking over your picture. The one where you do wicked things to yourself.”
A keening sound escaped Regulus’ throat as he pushed his hips back, urging Remus to penetrate him.
Remus indulged him and drove himself in in one smooth stroke. Regulus’ jaw dropped and his head fell back to settle on Remus’ shoulder.
“Sorry if that was too fast.”
“It’s fine,” gasped Regulus and turned his head to capture Remus’ lips with his. They kissed messily for a minute until Regulus gave the green light to go ahead.
Remus started thrusting slowly at first but quickly sped up as Regulus begged for more, bracing himself with his lower arms against the wall to keep himself from being knocked into it. He never failed to drive Remus mad when he was needy like this, and all Remus could do was give him exactly what he wanted.
Remus held on to Regulus’ narrow hips to keep him in place and buried his face in the crook of his neck. Heat was pooling deliciously in his abdomen. This was going to be a very short performance and judging by the way Regulus was panting and moaning that went for him as well.
“You’re mine,” Remus growled, grazing his teeth over Regulus’ earlobe.
“Yes, yours! Only yours!” gasped Regulus and threw his head back so Remus could kiss him again. His lips were hot and wet against Remus’ and his fringe damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead and temples. He rolled his head to the side to expose his throat and collar bone.
“Fuck, Reg, you need to come now, or…” said Remus and reached around to grabbed Regulus’ length.
He only had to jerk a few times and Regulus obediently spilled himself, bucking into Remus’ hand and crying out his name. Remus trust vigorously a couple more times and stilled suddenly as a powerful swooping sensation rushed through his body. He felt himself go limp against Regulus.
“Remus,” said Regulus after a moment. “I’m not some kind of coat stand you can just hang on. You’re heavy.”
“Sorry,” mumbled Remus and straightened himself.
They quickly cleaned themselves and arranged clothes and hair.
Remus gave Regulus a soft lingering kiss. He pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes, their noses touching. “Thank you. That was amazing.”
Regulus smiled prettily, dimples showing. “Thanks yourself. Well, let’s go. I want to show you the rest of the palace.”
Now that the sexual tension had been relieved, Regulus could concentrate fully on showing around and telling about the school.
“And you know – students are not divided into Houses. No rivalry. It’s brilliant.”
Remus looked at him in surprise. “Is that a Slytherin speaking? I thought you lot were supposed to be competitive.”
“I am. But I’m tired of being hated by the rest of the school just because of the House I’m in.”
Remus looked at him pensively. “I never thought about it that way…”
“No, you Gryffindors rarely do see things from other perspectives than your own,” said Regulus, sounding a little bitter. “Not you, of course,” he added quickly. “You’re not like that. Really – I didn’t mean…”
“It’s all right,” smiled Remus. “I know what you mean.”
“Let’s take your luggage to the dormitories,” said Regulus, eager to change the subject.
“Where do I sleep?”
“In my dorm of course! Don’t worry, all my mates are home for Christmas.”
Remus stopped and sent Regulus an incredulous look. “We have a whole dorm to ourselves, and you drag me into a broom closet?”
Regulus shrugged and grinned sheepishly. “Dorm was too far away…”
“I didn’t know they were that big,” said Remus, admiring the impressive winged horses on the other side of the fence.
“I know. They’re quite something. They’re rather fierce too. Only seventh years are allowed to handle them,” said Regulus with a hint of pride in his voice.
“Be careful then,” said Remus, feeling worried all of a sudden.
Regulus flashed him an indignant look. “Honestly Remus, I didn’t run half way across Europe to get myself killed by a horse.”
“Sorry. I don’t mean to be overprotective. I just -”
“I know. It’s all right.”
Remus gently cradled Regulus’ face in his hands and gazed at it. Those dark grey eyes, thick lashes, and perfect brows. He traced the delicate features with a thumb, along the cheekbones and down the outline of the jaw to the chin.
“I forgot how beautiful you are.”
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” said Regulus, blushing a little.
Remus snorted. “You can’t even begin to compare…”
“I didn’t know it was a competition,” smiled Regulus and slipped his hand into Remus’, entwining their fingers.
They stood there a little, holding hands and silently watching the large creatures in the pasture.
“How is Sirius?” asked Regulus suddenly, not taking his eyes from the horses.
“He’s all right. More mature. Don’t look at me like that – he really is. Being thrown into the middle of a war does that to you.”
“Is he… over you?”
“Yeah. He’s found someone, actually. A girl. I think it’s getting serious. They’re talking about moving in together.”
“Really? That’s good.”
“He gave me something for you, actually,” said Remus and started rummaging through his inside pockets.
“Me? Why?” said Regulus, surprised. “What is it?”
Remus fished out a large key and handed it to him.
Regulus studied it closely and almost suspiciously as if he’d never seen a key before.
“He opened a vault for you in Gringotts with half the money he got from your Uncle Alphard.”
“But…” said Regulus, looking up at Remus, his eyes big and round. “Uncle Alphard gave that money to Sirius. It’s all his.”
“Sirius says you deserve it as much as he does. He says that your uncle would have been proud of you.”
Regulus swallowed hard, still staring at Remus as if he couldn’t quite believe what he said.
“And Sirius… did he say… does he…”
“Yeah, he’s proud of you too. He hasn’t said it in so many words, but I know he is.”
Regulus looked away, swallowing heavily again, and Remus could see how touched he was - even if he would never admit that he cared one bit what his brother thought of him.
“So, do you think you can ever find it in your heart to forgive him?”
Regulus shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Come on, Reg. Stop being so stubborn. You’re not the only one who was hurt, you know.”
“I said maybe, didn’t I?”
“I’m going to miss you so much. I can’t believe I won’t see you until June,” said Remus, holding Regulus tight.
They were standing a bit off to the side at the station, waiting for the moment where Remus had to board the train if he didn’t want to be left behind.
“I don’t want you to leave,” whimpered Regulus. “I want you here – with me.”
“I don’t want to leave, believe me. But I have important business at home. You know that.”
“Yes,” said Regulus, sighing heavily as he let go of Remus.
“You won’t have time to miss me with your final exams coming up,” said Remus, affectionately running his fingers through Regulus’ hair. “You’re going to study really hard if I know you. And before you know it it’s you on the train home.”
They were both silent for a moment. Then Regulus said quietly, “It still won’t be safe for me to go back, will it?”
“No. But it isn’t safe for any of us anymore. Especially us in the Order. You’re not getting cold feet, are you? About joining?”
“Of course not. I want to do my bit.”
“Good,” smiled Remus. “You will be a great asset for us, you know. Inside information and all that.”
“Remus…” said Regulus, his brows knitting together. “Be careful, you hear? Tell my stupid brother to look after you or I’ll kill him when I get back.”
“I’m sure he’ll be very afraid of that,” grinned Remus. “No, really, I couldn’t ask for someone better to have my back.”
“Yes, I suppose.”
“And I’ll look after him too.”
“I don’t care.”
“Of course you do.”
A whistle sounded to signal to the last passengers to board the train.
“Reg, I have to go,” said Remus and swung his rucksack over his shoulder.
Regulus’ hand closed in a tight fist in Remus’ cloak.
Remus gave him a sweet lingering kiss. “I love you.”
“Love you too…” whispered Regulus.
“I’ll see you in June okay? And write you all the time.”
Regulus nodded and reluctantly let go of Remus’ cloak.
Remus gave him another quick kiss and tore himself away. He ran to the train and jumped on it at the last moment.
As he sat in his compartment, waving and watching Regulus become smaller and smaller on the platform, he took a deep calming breath and told himself that June was just around the corner.
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