FIC: Black Blood (Sirius/Severus, Regulus/Severus, NC17) Title: Black Blood Author/Artist: Serpenscript Pairing(s)/Characters: Sirius/Severus, Regulus/Severus Rating: NC17 Word count: 5100~ Warnings: noncon/dubcon, slavery, humiliation, exhibition, maid outfits, violence, mention of whipping, piercing, verbal abuse Summary: Sirius has a special gift for Regulus' birthday. Notes: This is NOT a happy story. Unhinged!Sirius, nice!Regulus.
Sirius burst into Regulus’ room, startling the younger boy from a rather warm dream he’d been having. With a muffled curse he sat bolt upright, dragging a pillow to hide his groin. “Merlin, Siri, I was having a good dream too! What do you - what’s he doing with you?” Regulus pointed blearily at the miserable hunched figure behind Sirius. “Why’s he even in our house?”
Sirius smiled broadly as he dragged Severus Snape in behind him. “I know you opened all your birthday presents earlier, but see, I happened to acquire a slave a few months ago, and I think I can give you a gift you’ll never forget.”
Regulus blinked at him sluggishly, looked at Snape, then rubbed his eyes. “Siri, I know you’re crazy, but please tell me why Snape’s wearing a French maid dress?”
“Nice touch, isn’t it? Kneel, Snivvy, like a good little slave.” He flopped on the end of Regulus’ bed; Reg got his feet out of the way just in time. “I bought him right at the start of the school year, when you were off to Hogwarts - a sixth year, you’re all grown up now!” He wiped a fake tear from his eye. “And I needed something to keep myself busy - James is doing auror training, and when he’s not training he’s drooling all over Lily. He’s already knocked her up, the randy sod!” He laughed, ignoring the look of haunted misery that passed over Sev’s face, though Regulus noticed. “So I’ve spent all fall training him up, and you, my dear brother, are now the lucky recipient of his surprising skills.”
Regulus squirmed uncomfortably. Snape’s eyes were black pools of bleak shadow. “Why do we need a slave? We’ve got house elves to do everything - we hardly need a maid. And no offense, but the clothes look terrible on him.”
Sirius stretched out a foot and rubbed it against Snape’s sharp cheekbone; much to Regulus’ shock, Severus didn’t protest, only turning his head slightly so Sirius’ toe didn’t poke his eye. “But you can’t fuck a house elf, can you? Well, I mean you could, but -” he screwed up his face with disgust. “Who would want to? Like fucking a, a pig, or a troll. So when I heard the wizengamot managed to pass a law making slavery a punishment for those captured with the dark mark, I thought to myself, ‘Padfoot, old boy, here’s your chance to get yourself a sex slave!’ And what else should I spend all the Black galleons on?”
Sleep forgotten, Regulus sat up and turned his bedside lamp on, resigned to a loss of sleep; once Sirius got an idea in his head, he refused to let it go. Light on, he turned to look Severus over. He looked much worse for wear; he had lost weight - though he’d been thin to begin with - and he was ghastly pale. Dark smudges underscored his hollow eyes. His hair was longer, undeniably clean, and pulled back into two uneven pigtails.
He wore a short one-piece black dress with puff sleeves; the low v-neck bodice looked ridiculous on Snape’s bony frame and flat chest, as did the sheer black thigh-high stockings and high heeled pumps. A glossy black dog collar was buckled snugly around his throat with a silver owner’s tag. “Couldn’t you have bought, I dunno, a witch?” Regulus said uncertainly. “I thought you liked tits, not bits.”
Sirius barked out a laugh. “Ha! Nah, there were no witches on the block, or none that I’d consider fucking - old hags, really. But then I saw Snivelly, and the chance was just too good to pass up. Dirt cheap, too, no-one else wanted him. Ugly as fuck, isn’t he? But if you close your eyes, he’s got a bang-tight little arse and his mouth’s hot as anything. I’ve managed to teach him how to deep throat, too. Took him a while, but he finally got the lesson. And best thing is, I can do anything I want to him, and he can’t say a thing about it. He’s lower than a house-elf, now. Show him your knickers, Snivvy!”
Regulus bit his lip as Severus did as ordered, lifting the hem of his dress in numb obedience, showing off the sheer lacy knickers that covered his cock and balls. Fading bruises mottled the skin of his thighs and hips. “He looks like shite, Siri. I’m afraid to ask what your training methods were.”
“Turn around, Snivellus - bend over and finger your arse!” Sirius ordered, missing the look of shock Regulus gave him. “I’ve been training him to be a sex slave. He rides cock beautifully, sucks like a perfect whore. I’ve whipped him, flogged him, dressed him like a girl, whored him out, made him serve at dinner naked - you name it, I’ve done it. He’s even got a cock piercing - screamed like a girl when I did it.” He grinned in appreciation as Severus awkwardly turned and bent over, balancing precariously in his high heels.
Snape’s hands trembled slightly as he flipped the skirt over his back - though it barely covered his arse in the first place - and shoved the lace knickers down just enough to expose his bare arse. He used one hand to spread his narrow cheeks, then his other hand brushed a finger tip against the rosy ring of muscle, and pressed it in.
The entire situation felt wrong and horrible, but Regulus couldn’t tear his eyes away; a jolt of heat shot to his groin when Severus pulled his finger back out then thrust it deeper; he could see the rim of Snape’s hole clinging to his finger. “You’re sick, Siri,” he forced out.
“Ah, but a good kind of sick,” Sirius said cheerfully, completely undaunted. “And let me tell you, there’s nothing like fucking a nice tight arse. He’s drier and smoother inside than a bird’s cunt, but it’s so hot and tight, and when he squeezes around you it’s incredible. So I’m lending him to you for the night, because you’re finally an adult and you should learn the delights of fucking. And no one better to teach you than your older brother, right?”
Regulus scowled at him. “There’s something horribly wrong about being told to fuck another bloke by your brother. And what about him?” He nodded his head at Severus. “Does he like blokes? How do you know if I even like blokes?”
Sirius waved a hand dismissively. “He’s a slave, it doesn't matter if he likes it or not. His arse is tight and fuckable regardless of his preferences, and his mouth has always been wicked - even before he sucked cock. He was practically made for this! Oy, Snivvy, add another two fingers and fuck yourself, and make it good; I want to see your cock hard and dripping for it when I tell you to turn around, is that clear?”
From his position on the bed Regulus could see the way Snape shuddered, eyes closing briefly with some inner battle before he obeyed. But Regulus couldn’t keep his eyes on Snape’s face, not when he was adding two fingers - a total of three long slender fingers, working in and out of the tight ring of muscle. He jumped when Severus made a sound of pleasure and humped the air, cock twitching as he curled his fingers.
The faint breathy sound went straight to his cock, and he flushed. “Don’t I get a choice in this?” Regulus queried, irked.
“Of course you get a choice, dear brother!” Sirius slapped Snape’s arse cheek hard, snickering when Severus jumped, buttocks clenching reflexively. “You can choose between fucking his mouth and fucking his arse. You can even manage both, we’re both young enough to get it back up again quick. Between us we could probably fuck him so raw in one night that he can’t sit for a week !”
Regulus shook his head. “I don’t like to force anyone. That might be your kink, but I don’t -”
“Come off it, Reg,” Sirius interrupted. “it’s not like he doesn’t get off from it. Look at the way he’s fingering his arse, shoving them in and out - do you think he could do that so eagerly if he really hated it? He’s a slut, deep down inside; I just helped bring it out.” He mock-bowed, as if receiving applause.
He couldn’t not look - it was true Severus was frantically fingering himself, breath coming in short pants, eyes closed and face flushed. “Why do you hate him so much? I mean, isn’t this extreme?”
“He’s a slimy snake,” Sirius explained lazily. “And a greasy git, and a know-it-all swot with a fetish for dark magic, and he’s ugly and poor and a Slytherin and -”
“And I’m a Slytherin too,” Reg interrupted, feeling sick. “Does that mean I should be sold as a slave too? Or mum and father -”
“Of course not!” Sirius smiled again, wide and charming. “You’re a Black, that makes you ok.”
“Most of my friends are Slytherins -”
Again, a negligent hand wave cut him off. “You just haven’t met the right people, Reg. The snakes are just in it for themselves, they’re not really your friend. And we’re getting off track. Sev deserves whatever you do to him. Just think, if your twisted little conscience feels bad about this, remember he’d do this to a muggleborn without blinking. And besides, he likes to be fucked. Happy little slut, really. Turn around, Snivvy, show us you like it.”
Regulus felt his stomach clench as Severus thrust his fingers deeply once more then withdrew them, straightening slowly and turning to face them, dark eyes blank and hollow on his flushed, humiliated face. The front of his skirt was tented; when Severus lifted the hem of the skirt, his long pale cock was stretching the lace of his knickers, and his bollocks had escaped the fabric, hanging out one side. Regulus could just see the gleam of silver in the head of Snape’s prick, and it sent a strange surge of heat to his groin. Is Siri right? Does Severus really like this somehow?
He let his eyes scrutinise Snape’s face, only able to see humiliation and misery there, despite Snape’s obvious arousal. And - strangely - he had the sense that Severus was pleading with him for something.
“I really don’t want - Siri, I’m not really into blokes,” Regulus tried to decline uncomfortably. “And Sev wasn’t awful to me, we were in the same house at school -”
“Well, if you really don’t want to...” Sirius feigned disappointment. “I’ll have to think of something else to entertain myself tonight then. Oh! I have it!” He smiled with patently false brightness at Severus. “I think it’s time I fuck you as Padfoot!”
Sirius transformed into a huge black grim on the foot of Regulus’ bed, waving his plumed tail and grinning with canine humor for a moment before changing back. “Fitting shape for a Black, isn’t it? Learned it while I was still a student, can you believe it? Perfect for sneaking around and spying on greasy slimy snakes. But I’ve never had a chance to fuck in that form. Dogs actually have freakishly big cocks compared to their body size, did you know that? And I’ve seen dogs breed - I know all about knotting, but I’ve never experienced it myself, I bet it would be fantastic! I wouldn’t even have to hold back, I could make him take it all.”
Regulus looked over at Snape - and saw his eyes had widened imperceptibly, and Snape’s hands were fisted into the black material of his ridiculous dress. His eyes were pleading with him: please help me. He swallowed; what could he do? Sirius was his brother; blood was thicker than water, even in a family cursed by insanity like the Blacks. But he couldn’t just do nothing, either; Severus was from his house. He’d heard stories of how Sirius and his friends had pranked and humiliated Severus all through all seven years at Hogwarts - and that Severus had almost been killed by a so-called ‘prank’ of his brother’s.
“Wait,” he said abruptly, mouth suddenly dry. “You’re not actually taking my birthday present away, are you?”
Sirius turned, halfway to the door, smile widening. “You’re going to give him a go, then?”
Regulus swallowed and looked at Severus again, relieved when Snape nodded, ever so imperceptibly. “Yeah,” he said, feeling sweat on his palms; he wiped them on the sheets. “Yeah, I think I am. I want -” He didn’t think he could fuck Severus yet, not and pretend to enjoy it, knowing how miserable Severus was. “You said he was good with his mouth?”
Sirius flung his arms wide, dramatically. “He’s got a wicked mouth and bloody clever tongue, little brother. You won’t regret it, I promise! Sniv, you heard my brother - get your arse on his bed and give him an unforgettable blow job for his birthday!.”
I already regret it, Regulus thought as Severus knelt awkwardly on the bed. “Severus, take your shoes off -”
“His name is Snivellus, Snivelly, or Snivvy,” Sirius interrupted, suddenly cold. “He’s a slave and he doesn’t deserve a pureblood name. Not that he ever did, he’s just a jumped-up halfblood!”
A halfblood? Severus? Reg stared in shock when Severus lowered his head and looked away, silently admitting it. “But - you were in Slytherin,” he bleated in confusion.
“He’s a filthy liar, you just didn’t know it. He’s too good at being sneaky, but we’ll beat it out of him, won’t we?” Sirius shoved Snape forward until he was on all fours, then flipped Snape’s dress over his head. “Or fuck it out of him, one way or another.”
“What are you doing? I said I wanted him to suck me!”
“Sniv’s got two holes, brother - I plan to fuck his nice tight arse while you fuck his talented mouth.”
“Oh no, no you don’t,” Regulus protested. “Not if you’re going to be a - a dog. That’s sick, Siri. I won’t be able to get it up if you do that.”
Sirius barked another laugh, and slapped Snape’s arse. A red handprint bloomed there, livid on his white skin. “Not tonight, then. It is your birthday, after all. No, I’ll fuck him as myself. He likes that - don’t you, Snivvy? Tell Reg how much you like my cock in your arse.”
“Yes, Master,” Severus said tonelessly. “I love your cock in my arse. I love being fucked by you.” His hands tugged, gently but insistently, at the blankets Regulus held over his groin. “Please, Reg- Master Regulus,” he said quietly, eyes begging him to go along. “Let me suck you off.”
Being called Master made his stomach sour. Regulus reluctantly let Severus pull the blankets from his hands, then gently ease his soft prick from his boxers. He glared fiercely at Sirius when his brother opened his mouth, no doubt to mock him for his flaccid state. “Shut it,” he said furiously. “Shut it, or sod off, but some of us don’t like an audience, and some of us don’t need to run around waving our prick at everyone who will notice. I’m not the one who gets hex-mail from your jilted lovers!”
“Whoa, whoa!” Sirius held up his hands, unrepentant. “I made sure all my lovers enjoyed it, what more do they want?”
“Other than being yesterday’s broom?” Regulus sneered, then sighed at Sirius’ wounded look. “Just - look, let me enjoy this my way, ok? Not all of us can be playboys.”
“You’re a Black, it’s practically in your blood,” Sirius countered, then mock cowered when Regulus still glared at him. “Fine, fine, have it your way. Fuck him however you like.”
“Good,” Regulus said with exasperation. “Severus - shut it, Siri, I’m not going to call him by that horrid nickname. It’s like having a house elf in bed with you.” He raised an eyebrow as Sirius shuddered at the thought, daring him to challenge his reasoning - especially after using house elves to justify his purchase of a slave. “Severus, take off your shoes. Heels like that don’t belong in bed, Sirius. He’ll poke holes in the comforter!”
“Fine, ruin my ensemble,” Sirius grumbled, flicking his wand and Banishing the shoes for Snape. Then he did something that made Severus jump.
Regulus craned his neck to see over Severus’ back suspiciously. “What are you doing?”
“Just loosening him up a little. You didn’t want me to hurt him, did you?” Sirius looked at him with an expression of innocence that might have fooled anyone - who didn’t actually know him.
“Sirius -” Regulus said warningly. He tried to not flinch when he felt Severus bend low over him and blow warm, moist air over his cock. He rested an uncertain hand on Severus’ head, then reached for his wand and Banished the ties holding Snape’s black hair in pigtails. He felt more comfortable when Snape’s hair fell in a curtain around his groin and Snape’s face - and more importantly, he could feel Severus relax minutely.
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Reg,” Sirius said easily. “Nothing more than what he was doing himself, I’m just finger-fucking him. Isn’t it better if he enjoys this?” He moved - presumably thrusting his fingers deeper - and Severus gasped.
Regulus felt the puff of air as Severus moaned, and he swallowed hard as warm, dry lips finally brushed over his cock. And then, a moment later, a warm, wet, mobile tongue.
His hand tightened reflexively in Snape’s loose hair as Severus slowly explored his cock and balls with his mouth; he felt ashamed as he felt his cock begin to harden under the attention, and closed his eyes. There was nothing not fucked up about this scenario; he and Severus hadn’t been friends, but they’d been more than acquaintances. Both of them had been viewed with suspicion by most of their own house - Regulus because of having a ‘Gryffindor in the family’, Severus for reasons he hadn’t known until now. No wonder I didn’t know what house he hailed from - he didn’t come from any of them.
He grimaced, but it became a gasp as lips closed around the head of his cock and sucked, lightly. “Oh! Fuck, that’s -” He bucked, once, before he could stop himself, pulling sharply at Snape’s hair. Apologetically, he let go of Severus’ hair and brushed it away from the other Slytherin’s face.
Snape’s eyes glittered at him bleakly, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked. Regulus swallowed, repulsed - and incredibly aroused - at the sight of Severus’ thin lips closed around the head of his cock. His face was still flushed, and as Regulus stared Severus moved forward, taking more of his cock into his mouth. “Merlin, that’s incredible.”
“Ah, and that’s my cue, I think. You’re about to discover the delights of what’s called spit-roasting, Reg.” Sirius knelt up behind Severus and freed his own erection. “As much as the knickers are an improvement on your ugly arse, Sniv, they’re in the way.” His fingers hooked under the delicate fabric and yanked. Riiiiiip.
Severus flinched; Sirius tossed the ragged knickers to the floor next to the bed. “Nothing but white skin. I’ll have to thank Alice for the hair removal spell; she got it from Lily. Doesn’t that make you happy, Snivvy? You’re using the same charm that makes Lily nice and smooth before James fucks her.” He smiled as Severus flinched again, though Regulus saw the abject misery on Snape’s face.
Then, as Regulus stared, Sirius positioned himself behind Severus and thrust. It rocked Severus forward roughly - and down onto Regulus’ cock. He swore, loudly, as Severus abruptly swallowed him to the root, nose suddenly mashed against his groin, lips stretched around the base of his prick.
And Severus moaned, throat vibrating around his cock, hands fisting in the sheets.
“Ah, fuck, yes,” Sirius groaned, “feels fucking fantastic - squeeze around me, Sniv. Give us a good time and maybe I’ll let you come when we’re done with you.” He pulled back, and pulled Severus’ hips back with him, before slamming forward again with a grunt of pleasure. “Go on, Snivvy, moan with pleasure, suck him off, show him what a slut you are.”
“Siri, stuff it,” Regulus snarled, closing his eyes. “Listening to you is enough to kill my buzz. Just shut up and stick to fucking, all right? It’s the middle of the fucking night, I shouldn’t have to listen to your filthy mouth.”
Sirius bit off what he was going to say, eyes narrowing in anger. He opened his mouth to blast Regulus, closed it, then smiled winningly. “Aw, but that’s how it’s done, Reg. And he likes it, don’t you, Snivvy? Listen to him moaning around your cock - he gets off on this. He’s come loads of times from just having my cock up his arse!” He pulled back and thrust harder with a grunt.
Regulus could practically hear his brother’s bollocks slapping against Snape’s arse, but couldn’t be too unsettled by the image - not when Snape’s nose was again mashed into his groin, and his throat was swallowing around his cock, hot and wet and so tight he thought he’d die. “Fucking Merlin,” he gasped out, fighting the need to grasp Severus by the ears and hold him there, sucking and swallowing. He whimpered when Snape’s lips slid up his shaft, knowing he was rocking back to fuck himself on Sirius’ cock. Spit roasting - bloody Merlin on a broom, he thought dimly, bucking into Severus’ mouth when the wet suction returned.
“Fucking slut,” Sirius groaned, “He’s fucking himself now, I’m practically sitting still and he’s fucking his hungry slutty hole on my cock and sucking you down - he’s fucking turned on, Reg, he’s squeezing and clenching around my cock like you wouldn’t believe -”
Severus moaned around his cock, loud and wanton, and the vibrations made Regulus buck wildly, grinding against his face. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m close,” Regulus whimpered, “I’m going to -”
Sirius cursed violently as Severus rocked back even more wildly, practically bouncing on his cock. “Oh fuck - Snivvy, don’t you fucking dare come, you fucking cunt - fucking slut -”
He was too late; Severus came with a muffled cry around Regulus’ cock; his cock pulsed and several ropes of white seed spilled on the rumpled coverlet beneath him. Sirius roared and yanked him back just as Regulus came with a thin cry; his come splashed across Severus’ flushed face, slack with pleasure and bitter satisfaction, even as he attempted to look chastised and repentant.
Regulus slumped against the pillows, breathless and horrified as Sirius grabbed a fistful of Snape’s hair and shoved him face-first into the bed, then fucked him, hard and brutal and furious, skin slapping against skin. “I should fucking - kill you, slut - bloody cunt - piece of filth - hole to fuck - shitty even as a slave - beat it out of you -” His voice rose as he sped up, and he came with a roar a moment later, fingers leaving bruises on Snape’s hips as he spilled himself in Severus’ arse.
A moment later he shuddered and pulled free, smirking when Severus flinched. “So you thought you’d get yourself off before my brother, hmm?” He shoved Severus roughly, sending him tumbling off the bed and sprawling on the floor in an awkward tangle of limbs.
Regulus was given a good view of Severus’ groin when he rolled onto his back with a groan; he could see semen beginning to seep from Snape’s hole and smear on his thighs, and he looked completely debauched. Come was smeared on the chest and stomach of the rumpled maid’s dress where Sirius had shoved him down into it; come still painted his face and his swollen lips. And Snape’s cock lay against his belly, still half-hard, thick and heavy. Without the knickers, he could see the piercing was a silver ring that threaded through the glans, and he winced; it looked painful.
Sirius towered over Severus, black with fury. “I should whip your arse bloody - fucking castrate you - rip your balls off so you never come again -”
“Sirius!” Reg shouted, scared by the black fury on his brother’s face. The Black temper was almost as legendary as the Black madness. “It’s. My. Birthday,” he stressed, once he had Sirius’ attention. He wanted to ask Sirius to lay off of Severus, but knew he wouldn’t. Sirius would only be content with pain and humiliation; his irrational hatred of Snape made him blind to any other option. “Therefore,” he took a deep breath. “Therefore it’s only fitting that I - I get to punish him myself, isn’t it?”
He looked, quickly, at Severus, hoping the other Slytherin could see the mute apology in his eyes. “And besides, I still haven’t had a chance to f-fuck him - his arse, I mean,” he stuttered on. “And I should learn how to d-discipline a slave - I’m a Black, after all.” And blood is thicker than water. It has to be. His stomach churned as he met Sirius’ eyes levelly, the high from his orgasm completely shattered.
He sighed in relief when Sirius nodded after a long tense moment. “You’re right, brother.” He gestured grandly. “Show our slave the error of his ways!”
Shakily he tucked himself back into his boxers and grabbed for his wand, then stood. He could feel a small flame of resentment burning in his gut for being put in this position. For my birthday, no less, he thought bitterly. Blood is thicker than water, he reminded himself yet again.
He forced himself to meet Severus’ black eyes down the length of his wand (black oak, dragon heartstring, twelve and a half inches, good for hexes). His mind raced, considering different curses, discarding the ones listed as illegal. The Black Library had countless books on curses, and he’d read an unhealthy number of them.
Snape didn’t try to argue or defend himself; he stared back unblinkingly, resignation in every line of his body. But Regulus thought he could see a fierce gleam of triumph in Snape’s eyes.
The curse left his lips; he tasted bile as Severus screamed and arched violently under the violet light of the spell. He held it for as long as he could stand, finally ending the curse with a sharp twist of his wand. He had to look away from Severus as he trembled violently on the floor and gasped for air.
He met his brother’s eyes over Snape’s body, and forced a sneer. “Whipping? Honestly, Siri, what are you - a muggle? Spells are always better - and they leave him undamaged and still able to serve. Having house-elves should have taught you that much, at least!”
Sirius stared at him, then barked a laugh, surprised. “Huh. Maybe all that book reading was good for something after all, Reg. Want to have another go now? I’ll even let you have him all to yourself this time.”
Regulus smiled, grimly. “Will you finally get out of my room if I do? No offense, Siri, but you’re my brother. I have no desire to see your junk any more than I have.”
“Prude,” Sirius snorted, shaking his head until his hair whipped around his face. “Thought you’d be over that after six years in the dorms at Hogwarts. Very well, brother, you can fuck in privacy.” He crouched over Severus and pulled him into a sitting position by his collar, smirking as come dripped from Snape’s chin. “Give Reg a good time, or your next fucking will be from Padfoot, cunt. And the next time you come without permission, I will rip off your balls and feed them to you. Is that clear, Snivellus?”
Severus stared back dully. “Yes, Master, I understand. Thank you, Master.” His voice was flat and toneless, and after a moment Sirius let go of him with disgust.
“Have fun, Reg, he’s all yours for the night.” He shoved himself to his feet and straightened his clothing, then moved towards the door. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, right?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, ducking the book Regulus chucked at him. “Going, going! Don’t get your knickers in a twist!” The door slammed behind him.
Regulus stared at the door for a long moment, adrenaline still rushing through his body; finally he sat on the edge of his hands and looked at Severus, disconcerted when Snape made no attempt to wipe his face or cover up. “How have you managed to last this long?” He asked, when the silence grew too long.
Severus stared at him, then started chuckling. A moment later he was roaring with laughter hysterically, arms wrapped around himself as Regulus watched, bewildered.
The laughter slowly trailed off; morphing into a sob, then another; Severus rolled to his side and curled up in a fetal position, frantically trying to swallow back his misery, and failing. “Manage? Reg, I’m trying to goad him. The enslavement spell he used, it’s for life. No way out except death, Reg. And I want out. I want out more than I want anything. I -” he sucked in a ragged breath and squeezed his eyes shut. “Kill me, Reg, Please - I beg you. I can’t live like this!”
It’s my birthday, Regulus thought numbly. He moved to the floor and combed his fingers through Severus’ black hair, ignoring the stickiness of drying semen, petting his broken friend. “Please don’t ask me that,” he whispered hoarsely. “Not today. Tomorrow, Sev. I promise.”
Severus groped for Regulus’ hand and clung to it, desperately. “Swear on Black blood,” he whispered, urgently. “Swear to me -”
“I swear,” Regulus choked out. “On Black blood, I swear it.”
A smile finally crossed Snape’s face. Only a faint twist of his lips, but a smile nonetheless. “Today is your birthday, I believe my Master said?”
Regulus swallowed back the lump in his throat. “Was. Technically it was over at midnight, but you know Sirius - always late and all that.”
Severus coughed a laugh, then reached up to brush Regulus’ check gently, face strangely open. “We have the rest of the night. And if my Master was good for anything, it was teaching me every possible way of fucking. I’m sure I can teach you a thing or two before dawn.”
Regulus choked back a sob, and pressed his hand to Severus’. “Better - better make it good then.”