WARNINGS: Implied incest.
DISCLAIMER: The characters are property of JK Rowling and her representatives.
NOTES: Two drabbles at 100 words each. They are intended to stand on their own, but I have two of them, and they could go together.
SUMMARY: The brothers Black are used to having some time to themselves on occasion, but that doesn't mean everything is sunshine and rainbows.
"Dammit, Sirius!" Regulus was trembling now, furious. "If you want him so badly, then be with him! I won't be his stand-in!" He stormed out, slamming the door so forcefully his ears rang.
Sirius caught him before he reached the stairs. "Reg, wait." Regulus pulled away. Sirius grabbed both his shoulders and spun him, pushing him against the wall. "I said wait!"
Regulus's breath caught. Mother could be home any minute.
"Now listen carefully," Sirius growled. "I don't want him. I want you, Reg. I love you." He bent to kiss Regulus's neck.
Regulus turned his head, closed his eyes.
Talking was easier somehow, after.
"Do you ever think about marriage, Sirius?"
A snort. "I'm flattered, Reg, but you would look terrible in a bridal robe."
Regulus chucked a pillow at Sirius's head. "I mean to a girl, Sirius. You're going to have to, you know. Eldest son and all that."
Sirius threw the pillow back at Regulus, but his aim was off. "I'm never getting married."
"You have to, Sirius. Bastards can't inherit."
"I'll run away," Sirius said loftily. "I'll move to America and join the circus."
Regulus was quiet for a few minutes. "Can I come with you?"