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"You haven't visited me in nearly six months," Sirius said sharply, sitting up in his bed and staring at the man before him. No, not man. Vampire.

Not that he was supposed to know that the man standing in his bedroom was a vampire. Remus Lupin had been well known in high society—a reclusive man who came from new money, but had learned to charm men and women alike when he decided to grace parties with his presence. It was at one of those high society parties where the two of them had met, smoking cigars and sipping on whiskey. Their friendship had flourished and soon, Sirius had learned the truth.

It was a mistake when he had stumbled upon Remus with another man in the gardens, but he hadn't quite known how dangerous that knowledge had been. Lots of men had found their way in each other's arms in secret—himself included—but when Remus pulled his face away from the other man's neck with blood dripping down his lip, Sirius' breath hitched and he made far too much noise as he stumbled back.

The papers would report that Mundungus Fletcher had died from a carriage accident, but Sirius Black knew the truth. Fletcher had been killed by a quick snap of his neck and left in a rumpled heap on the ground as Remus Lupin approached him, ready to kill again.

He promised Remus in that moment that he wouldn't tell a soul. And he had followed through with that promise—and then some. Sirius had become Remus' personal blood bank for years since that fateful night, a role that he took as his most sacred duty. They had met at least once every week since then, Remus burying his fangs in his neck and often, his cock in his arse.

Now, Remus stood there, his usually tawny brown skin appearing paler than usual, in rumpled clothes that looked worse for wear. The dirt on his clothes made it obvious that he had been traveling for quite some time, perhaps the entire time that he had been missing from Sirius' life. Instead of feeling bad for the man as he perhaps should have, Sirius was furious.

"You're engaged, Sirius," Remus said softly. "I-I didn't want to interfere."

"So, what? Now you want to interfere?" Sirius spat, tossing the blankets off himself and getting out of bed. The marble floor was frigid beneath his bare feet, but it didn't matter. He needed to be closer to Remus, despite how angry he was. "It's the night before I'm to be wed and you decide that now is the time for you to show up unannounced in my bedchambers?"

"Do you love her?" Remus asked, his voice cracking with the question.

Sirius froze mid-step, unable to contain the laughter that bubbled from his throat as he threw his head back. "Love? Oh, Mister Lupin, please use that sharp mind I know you possess." He took a tentative step closer, invading Remus' personal space. His heart leapt as Remus' nostrils flared in response to his scent. "You know as well as I do that marriage is simply a business contract between two families. Especially amongst our kind."

"Don't call me that," Remus murmured.

"That's what you decided to focus on in all of that?" Sirius asked. He lifted a hand and gently pushed aside a stray curl from Remus' forehead. "You're insufferable. I've missed you so very much, my love."

There was a flicker of uncertainty that danced through the vampire's gaze before his eyes softened. A breathy sigh left his lips as he accepted Sirius' words, leaning in to the gentle touch and allowing his eyes to flutter closed. He seemed to savor the brush of fingers against his cold skin and the thought of it sent a thrill through Sirius. The fact that he—a mere human—could make an immortal being soften with only a tender touch made him feel powerful.

"Not one moment has gone by where I haven't yearned for you, Sirius." His hand wrapped around Sirius' wrist and he brought it to his lips, placing an open mouthed kiss on the strong pulse point there. His amber eyes gleamed in the low light, reflecting the flickering candlelight. "Can you find it in yourself to forgive me?"

Sirius hummed, a sarcastic thing with venom meant to antagonize the monster that held him so tenderly. "Perhaps I could be convinced."

"Don't be cruel," Remus scolded with a click of his tongue. He dragged one sharp canine across the delicate skin of his wrist, allowing crimson blood to well up along the shallow scrape. When his mouth closed over his wrist again, his pupils dilated with a rush of pleasure.

"Remus, when was the last time you fed?" Sirius was hesitant to ask, knowing that he wouldn't like any response he was given. Too recently and he would know that Remus had found another to feed upon, but if he hadn't fed since their last tryst, well… Sirius worried for how difficult it would be for Remus to control himself tonight.

"When was the last time I saw you?" Remus asked in return, still holding onto Sirius' wrist. "Six months, you said?" His eyes darkened as blood pooled from the small wound. Then, as if he was unable to resist, he dragged his tongue up, collecting every drop of blood.

"Remus, you—"

"I tried," he interrupted. "But no one was you."

Sirius couldn't help but to gape at the vampire standing before him, his eyes heated and the grip on his wrist tightened. Suddenly, he felt too exposed in his thin, white nightshirt and bare feet. Remus' skin was already looking less sullen with the small amount of blood he had consumed.

"Did you come here because you missed me or because you missed feeding from me?" Sirius asked sharply, the words cutting in a way that he hoped hurt just a fraction of how much he had hurt since Remus abandoned him with no explanation.

"Sirius, my pet, you know I'm nothing if not honest. And so, please understand that when I say both, I mean it in the fondest way. I missed your wit and your wicked tongue as much as I ached to savor the taste of you on my lips." Remus used his grip on his wrist to pull Sirius in flush to his body. "Please, be merciful on me and forgive me for my transgressions. I'll never leave again unless you ask it of me."

"Please kiss me."

They were the only words that Sirius could say, his mind consumed with thoughts of kissing the only man he had ever loved, despite him not being a man at all.

"Never in my one hundred and seventy-two years have I wanted anything more," Remus replied before capturing Sirius' lips in a fervent kiss.

Hands wandered along the planes of each other's bodies as Sirius arched his back into the touch. Sharp fangs scraped against his bottom lip, mixing the coppery tang of his blood with their shared saliva. It was all at once warm and cold, the contrast sending a thrill down his spine. Remus had never felt so icy cold against him before, but then again he had never been this starved before either.

"Remus," Sirius murmured as he broke the kiss. He rested their foreheads together as he breathed heavily. "You need to feed. And bathe," he added with a scrunch of his nose.

"I worry if I feed from you properly that I won't be able to stop," Remus admitted, his eyes tracking the blood that was dripping down Sirius' lip. He leaned forward and kissed him again, sucking at the wound there and groaning with pleasure. His hands tightened against Sirius' lower back, caging him into his body with an iron grip. When Sirius felt as though he might suffocate from a lack of air, Remus pulled away with hesitation.

"Then have a sip," Sirius said as he pushed the pad of his index finger against one of Remus' fangs. He watched as Remus' pupils dilated at the warm crimson pooling in front of his mouth. "You can't kill me from this. And then, when you've had enough to hold you over, I'll draw you a bath. It's clearly been…" He sighed, losing his train of thought as Remus' lips enveloped the outstretched digit and sucked.

Sirius knew—had always known—that Remus was a dangerous monster. The type of monster that parents warned their small children about to keep them safe, though he had never believed in such stories. Despite this, he had never felt unsafe with him. There had never been a time when Sirius had feared that Remus would lose control as he fed upon him. This act was one of kindness, not for himself, but for the vampire who feared his very nature. At least, it seemed, with Sirius. Remus hadn't hesitated to kill a man in front of him before and often Sirius wondered what had made him different—special—to this so-called monster.

His knees felt weak as Remus continued to lap at the small wound on his finger, the entire sensation at once sexual and soothing. He had missed him dearly and hoped beyond hope that Remus felt the same way. Prayed that this was more than a simple meal for him. It was Remus who stopped as Sirius' knees quivered against him, gently wrapping a cold hand around his wrist and coaxing his fingers away from his lips.

"You're perfection," Remus murmured. "I feel better, thank you love." He leaned in and placed a chaste kiss against his cheek for emphasis. "Join me in the bath."

Sirius wrinkled his nose at that. "I'd truly rather not. I don't know if you've had a look at yourself recently, but you're rather filthy. I'll draw your bath and I won't leave your side, if that's preferable."

Remus nodded in confirmation and Sirius led him to his adjoining bathing room. He turned on the hot water tap and waited for the water to heat up before plugging the drain and filling the white porcelain with his favorite lavender oils. He heard the familiar sounds of Remus stripping off his travel worn clothing and discarding them on the tiled floor.

"You could at least lay them on the chair, you heathen," Sirius teased, standing up and crossing his arms as he teasingly glared at Remus.

The vampire stripped off his drawers and dropped them in the heap of clothing and smirked when Sirius' cheeks heated at his nudity. "I'd much rather burn the things than ever wear them again, so I don't particularly see a point in preserving them." He stepped past Sirius and plunged himself into the steaming bath, sighing at the sensation. Dirt immediately made the water cloudy and his brow wrinkled at the observation. "I didn't realize how filthy I was," he remarked dumbfoundedly.

Sirius hummed and dragged over a wooden stool to sit on. He pulled a bar of lavender soap and a white washcloth from the basket beside the tub and dipped the cloth into the water before lathering it up. The calming floral scent invaded his senses as he began working the sudsy fabric along Remus' scarred skin. He had never told Sirius the origin of the scars, but he had to assume that they had happened long before he had been turned into the monster that lay before him now. Angry silver streaks littered his skin, perfectly preserved for all of time. A story from another time—another lifetime—so long ago that Sirius could barely comprehend it.

It wasn't often that Remus shared anything about his former life. More often, he would tell Sirius stories about things he had only read in history books, frequently correcting him on facts that he had been taught as truths that were mere rumors. It had been fascinating to learn about, but Sirius longed to know more about the man that had become who he knew today. Though, he supposed that if their roles were reversed, Sirius would do his best to avoid sharing anything about his own upbringing. Unfortunately for him, it was impossible for Remus to not know about the Blacks while existing in London.

When Sirius had scrubbed Remus clean, he drained the cloudy water and used a small bucket to fill and rinse off the last of the residue from his body. His skin felt warmer than before, in part because of the warmth of the bath, but his cheeks had more color too and Sirius hoped that he was feeling more like himself with the meager meal. Remus stood on his feet, climbing out of the bath and grabbed a plush towel from the pile on the small table beside the tub. Sirius sat and watched him dry himself off, admiring the strong planes of corded muscle and wiry hair on his slim frame. He was utter perfection and Sirius found himself yearning for a life where they didn't need to part. A life where these simple domestic moments could be their eternity.

"What are you thinking about in that pretty head of yours, hm?" Remus asked, shaking him from his pining.

Sirius smiled up at him before standing on bare feet and closing the distance between them in two long strides. "Just how delicious you are," he purred. He leaned in and captured his lips in a bruising kiss, his thin nightshirt the only thing separating their skin as their bodies pressed together.

"You," Remus whispered when they broke apart, "are the delicious one." He cupped Sirius' jaw with a palm and kissed him once more. "Come, let's return to your bedchamber and the warmth of your bed. You're freezing."

Sirius trailed along behind Remus as he was pulled out of the room. The fire had mostly died in the hearth at the late hour, embers made the room glow in a warm amber that felt more inviting now that Remus was here.

"I should be the one fretting over you," Sirius said. "You've barely fed and you've been traveling for months."

Remus sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him skeptically. He hadn't bothered with clothing, his entire body on full display as he leaned back on his hands. "Sirius, you do remember that I cannot die, right? I don't feel the fatigue as you would." He laughed as he asked the question, his tone laced with disbelief over the idea of a mere human worrying over him.

"Maybe I had forgotten," Sirius said sarcastically. He pulled his nightshirt off over his head, leaving him in nothing but his drawers, and discarded it on the nearby chaise. Then, he stepped into Remus' personal space and held his wrist out in offering. "Feed, then I'll stop my fussing."

Remus didn't need to be told twice, closing his mouth over the delicate skin and piercing into his pulse. As he fed, a hand snaked around his hip, cupping his arse and pulling him in closer so his face rested against Sirius' bony hip. As blood flowed from Sirius' veins into Remus' mouth, they both sighed in pleasure. The sharp bite of pain was nothing in comparison to the pleasure that coursed through him whenever Remus fed. The vampire had told him this was nothing more than a side effect, an induced euphoria similar to a drug that ensured prey wouldn't flee once he had begun to feed, but Sirius didn't care. He had never regretted it when the high had passed and he laid in Remus' arms, the two of them sated in their own ways.

The pleasure was enough to make his cock throb against the thin cotton of his drawers and the press of Remus' cheek against his hip. He moaned at another long pull of his blood, tangling one hand into Remus' hair and holding him firmly against him. His hips bucked, searching for a friction he wouldn't find, and he felt Remus smirk at the desperate action.

When Remus had his fill, he held Sirius' wrist in a reverent hand and gazed up at him through hooded eyes. Blood continued to spill, gathering before dripping down from his limb, but still Remus looked up at him with heady desire.

"You're so beautiful when you're desperate," he said before nuzzling against Sirius' clothed erection. "I've never felt more powerful than when I can make you into a whimpering mess."

Sirius scoffed then, pulling his wrist from the vampire's grip and glaring down at him. All sharp retorts on his tongue vanished at the sight of his own blood on Remus' hard cock, crimson and mixing with pre-cum that had gathered. He licked his lips and lowered to his knees, his stomach fluttering as Remus watched him with a hungry gaze. He licked up the underside of his cock, shocked to find that the mixture of metallic blood and salty cum sent a jolt through his own cock.

"I think I'm the powerful one," Sirius mused, his eyes flicking up to see Remus gaping at him with his blood-stained lips parted.

"Yes," Remus agreed with a breathy sigh. "I do believe you're correct."

"Beg me to suck your cock," Sirius demanded as he placed his palms on Remus' thighs. He pushed forward before dragging his nails down his muscular legs, ending at his knees. A trail of blood followed from his wound on his wrist, but Sirius didn't care. The mess was secondary. He rested his hands on Remus' knees and smirked at the vampire who was panting at his attention. "Beg me to lick my own blood off your cock."

"Please, my pet. Grace me with that sweet mouth of yours." He leaned forward slightly to use both hands, gently brushing all of Sirius' long hair into a neat knot and threading one hand into it with a firm grasp. He leaned back again on his other hand before speaking again. "I'd give anything to feel that wicked tongue on my cock."

"Anything?" Sirius asked skeptically. "That's a risky bargain, love."

"Worth it," Remus replied.

Filing the bargain away in his mind for later, Sirius swallowed down Remus' cock in one fluid motion. Remus gasped, his fingers twitching on Sirius' scalp and his hips bucking. Obediently, Sirius relaxed his throat and surrendered to the pace that was set for him. This was always how he preferred to be, pliant and used for Remus' pleasure. It didn't take long for the saliva that was pooling in his mouth to begin to drip down his chin and for his eyes to tear up from the abuse of his throat. He gazed up at Remus through lashes that had clustered together from his tears and decided that yes—his assessment had been correct—he was, in fact, the powerful one.

Remus' head was tilted back in pure ecstasy, his mouth open wide as he moaned with each movement of Sirius' throat. Sirius might be the one who's body was being used to seek pleasure, but it was his own surrender that made Remus' pleasure possible. And what a beautiful sight it was to behold, a monster that existed only to kill being rendered helpless by a man on his knees.

The marble floor bit into his knees as Remus continued to use his body. He wasn't sure how long he had been here—hours or minutes, it didn't matter—but when the fingers in his hair tightened and pulled him away from the cock he had been worshiping, he let out a whine at the loss.

"Shh, it's okay. I just want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. Come here," Remus said, coaxing him to his feet with the grip in his hair.

He released his hold as Sirius rose on shaky feet, grabbing his hips instead and guiding him to sit on the bed. Remus stood and used two fingers to indicate that Sirius should shift back so he was laying in the middle of the large bed. Sirius watched as Remus prowled towards him on all fours, feeling all at once like he was starving and that he was prey just waiting to be consumed. He parted his legs in invitation and as Remus settled between them, he sat back on his heels, licking his lips and staring down at him with hunger.

Remus leaned forward and kissed under his jaw, trailing hot open-mouthed kisses down his pulse point and breathing in deeply. Sirius felt himself writhing beneath the weight of him, full of need. Each brush of his lips sent a thrill through him as he waited—hoped—for the sharp kiss of pain that would mean Remus would finally get his fill. Instead of pain though, Remus' mouth trailed down along his collarbone and continued further, peppering kisses until his lips closed around one nipple. His tongue teased and taunted around the sensitive bud and he huffed a laugh when he felt Sirius' hips buck at the attention.

Sharp pain followed by intoxicating pleasure rushed through his body as Remus' fangs bit into his sensitive flesh around his nipple. He arched his back with a moan as Remus drank his fill, surrendering to the whims of the vampire's hunger. The fleeting thought of what his betrothed would think of the wounds decorating his body flashed in his mind, but he quickly brushed the concern aside. He didn't want to be with her—didn't want to fulfill his duty of furthering the family name—he simply wanted to be here. In Remus' arms. Forever.

One hand gripped Sirius' hip, holding him still as Remus' mouth continued its path down his body, trails of his own blood decorating his pale skin. He paused when he was met with the cotton of his drawers and clicked his tongue in disapproval. Remus sat back again, smirking when Sirius let out a whine, and began working each button on his drawers open at a painfully slow pace. His fingers trailed along his clothed cock, teasing the underside of the sensitive flesh and watching as Sirius grew more and more impatient. Finally, he felt his cock spring free from the confines of his undergarments and he sighed in relief at the feeling — at knowing that he was one step closer to feeling Remus inside of him.

Remus pulled off his drawers one leg at a time and tossed them off the bed, then looked back down at him as if he was something to worship. He ran both hands up Sirius' sides, starting at his thighs and working his way up his body until their lips met in a fervent kiss.

"You're so lovely," Remus panted when they had parted. "You're going to be the death of me."

"Well, then it's a good thing you're immortal," Sirius remarked.

"Undead," Remus corrected.

"Same thing," Sirius said with a shrug.

"It's really… Fuck it, you won't listen anyway."

With that, Remus shifted back so his head was between Sirius' thighs and he bit down on the vein on his innermost thigh. It was rare that he used this vein and the sharp sting of pain was unexpected in the best way. Sirius cried out in shock before melting into a wanton mess. He moaned so loudly, he feared he may wake the entire estate, but it didn't matter. Remus was between his thighs, consuming his very soul, and he'd be perfectly content if this was the way he died.

Remus wrapped one hand around his aching cock and pressed the other into the tender flesh of his thigh as he continued to drink from him. He leisurely pumped his hand in time with each pull of blood, driving Sirius absolutely insane with pleasure. He wasn't sure if he was lightheaded from the slow drain of his blood or the pure ecstasy of it all. The hand pumping his cock gripped more firmly, slowly building speed as Remus' mouth began to slow down. His tongue dragged along the wounds, lapping at the blood as it dripped along Sirius' inner thigh.

When Remus looked up at him, his mouth was shiny with crimson blood and his gaze hungry. He had only paused for long enough to make eye contact with Sirius before he dragged one finger through the blood gathered on his thigh and began circling the tight muscle of his hole.

"Fuck," Sirius stuttered. "That shouldn't be as hot as it is."

Remus let out a huff of a laugh at that. "You have utterly no idea how hot it is." He pushed one finger inside to the first knuckle, smiling as he watched Sirius' body tense and then relax around the digit. He dipped his head back down, licking first at the blood that had begun to well up along the wounds and then between Sirius' thighs, joining his finger. His other hand continued to pump his cock, slow and leisurely, as Remus pushed that one long finger deeper inside him. His tongue lapped at his entrance, adding more lubrication as Remus patiently prepped his body one finger at a time.

With three fingers inside him curling up against his prostate, Sirius felt his entire body tighten and release. Pleasure coursed through him as he spilled over his own stomach. Remus' fingers paused and his hand around his cock slowed as he watched Sirius' orgasm in awe. When Sirius was nothing but a panting mess of Remus' design, the hand around his cock stopped and his hole was left empty. He began to whine, his mouth opening to voice a complaint that he couldn't quite form with his tongue, when Remus sat back and hauled Sirius' body so his back was pressed to Remus' chest. Blood stained fingers dragged through the seed on his stomach and Remus slicked his own cock with the mess before guiding Sirius to sink down onto him.

Sirius' thighs trembled with the effort of slowly filling himself with Remus' cock, but with hot breath in the shell of his ear and a strong arm supporting his body, Sirius sighed with each inch. With Remus fully inside of him, Sirius sat back and allowed himself to adjust to the size of the vampire while reveling in the feeling of being filled.

Remus used one graceful hand to brush Sirius' long hair to one shoulder, nosing at his ear and breathing in his scent as he did. "Move, my pet. I want to feel you writhing with desire for me."

Sirius hummed, knowing that he wanted nothing more than to follow the command, but enjoying the game all the same. "Make me."

The rumble in the back of Remus' throat made Sirius' spent cock twitch, but it was the fangs sinking into his neck that ultimately made him move his hips. The stinging melted into pure hedonistic pleasure and Sirius' hips seemed to shift of their own accord. Remus' hands guided his body as he continued to drink his fill, the two of them moving in perfect synchronised motions.

It was as though Sirius was a deity being worshiped by his most devoted follower. Each brush of Remus' hands, every thrust into his body, and the pull of his very life force down the vampire's throat was a form of ascension. Remus may have been the otherworldly being between the two of them, but Sirius was the one who was on an entirely different plane of existence as he continued to ride Remus' cock.

His hips stuttered when Remus pulled his mouth away from his throat with a groan. Without warning, he was pushed face down into the mattress. One hand tangled in his hair and another bruising his hip as Remus fucked into him at a violent pace. He was helpless to do anything except bury his fingers in the sheets and hold on as best he could as the room filled with their panting breaths.

He felt Remus' hips stutter before he slammed into him, a violent and delicious thing that drew a moan from both of their throats. His own orgasm ripped through him as Remus spilled inside of him, the two of them gasping for breath as they reveled in their shared pleasure.

A tender hand combed through his hair as they rode through the aftershocks of their orgasms, a heady juxtaposition to the brutality that the very same hand had held him only moments before. When Remus pulled out of him, Sirius collapsed onto the bed, sated and a little delirious. Warmth pooled between his thighs, but he didn't concern himself with the growing mess as Remus placed sweet kisses down his spine.

With both hands on his arse, Remus lifted Sirius' hips and parted his cheeks. With the flat of his tongue, he licked up the mess between his thighs, making Sirius squirm in an attempt to pull away.

"Remus, it's too much," Sirius whined. The hands on his arse tightened, surely leaving bruises.

"I know, but I just need to taste myself on you," Remus argued. He dipped his tongue inside him once again, licking his own seed from Sirius' spent hole. "Let me clean you up, I made an utter mess of you."

Sirius relaxed into the attention, overstimulated but easily convinced to give Remus more. Whatever he wanted, he could have, even if it meant Sirius would be writhing along the line of pleasure and pain. As Remus' tongue lapped up the mess of blood and cum, Sirius struggled to keep himself still. The attention was agonising, but Remus' breathy moans of pleasure between his thighs was enough to keep him exactly where the vampire wanted him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Remus released him. His hands massaged at his aching muscles of his arse as he sat back and allowed Sirius to crumple into the mess of blood and cum stained sheets. He shifted onto his back, gazing up at the vampire who watched him with amber eyes that seemed to glow in the low light of his bed chamber.

"Bring me with you," Sirius said after a long stretch of them simply staring at each other.

Remus' eyes widened in shock, his blood-stained lips parting as he was rendered speechless at the request.

"I mean it," Sirius continued. "I'll fake my death. I'd be doing the poor girl I'm supposed to marry tomorrow a favor anyway."

"You'd be a fine husband," Remus argued.

"Yeah, to you," Sirius scoffed. He sat up and looked at Remus in earnest, schooling his expression so the vampire would know how gravely serious he was. "Don't make me stay here, Remus. I'll die in this home and we both know it."

"Sirius, my life is dangerous. I couldn't—"

"Turn me, then. Fake my death and make me like you."

"You don't mean that," Remus said, his voice turning sad.

"I do." He leaned in, resting his weight on both palms as he invaded the small space that had been between them. He placed a gentle kiss on Remus' lips. "I want to be with you forever, Remus. All you have to do is allow it."

"You don't understand what you're asking of me, love." Remus closed his eyes and pulled away, his brows pinched in agony. "I wouldn't be faking your death, I would be killing you."

Sirius clicked his tongue, irritated at the direction of their conversation. "You wouldn't though—"

"Yes, I would. Don't you understand? I'd have to kill you in order for the change to occur and even then, it's not guaranteed. You may not survive it."

"Then so be it," Sirius said. "I'd rather risk it than to lose you."

"You wouldn't lose me," Remus said softly.

"Not today. But you left me for six months, Remus. Who's to say that you'd return once I grew old and bitter?" He crawled forward, closing the distance that Remus had put between them. "I love you. I'd rather die than be apart again. Don't belittle my desires by telling me I'm too naive to understand what I'm asking."

"I love you, I just…" Remus trailed off, kissing the crown of Sirius' dark curls as he collected himself. "I couldn't live without you if something went wrong."

"I'm not asking you to turn me tonight, Remus," Sirius said, gazing up at him through his heavy lashes. "I'm asking you to fake my death tonight and allow us to make plans for our future. I'm asking for forever, but I only ask that you turn me before I turn grey. I'd much rather remain this beautiful forever, given the choice." He tossed his long hair over a shoulder for emphasis, grateful that his playful demeanor had lightened the mood enough to earn him a soft laugh from Remus' lips. "Please, allow this."

"We have a lot of work to do if you want this to be believable," Remus folded with a quick kiss.

The following morning, the maid would report to Orion and Walburga Black that their eldest son's bedchamber was caked with blood, his bed sheets stained, valuables missing, and his body nowhere to be found. Regulus Black would find a slip of paper with his brother's elegant scrawl hidden alongside his bookmark within his current book in the library explaining where he had gone and that he would return for him. He would burn the note the moment he had finished reading it.

Orion Black would do his very best to avoid sharing anything in the paper, but the heir to the Black Family disappearing without a trace the night before his wedding day was far too big a scandal to conceal. The gossip papers speculated for months what had happened to Sirius Black, never finding out the truth. It would be years before Regulus Black would have a similar disappearance to his brother's, but the event would be no less dramatic.

Between the Lines // @psychoticallykind | Art piece by @hagridspumpkinpatch

Summary : The world kept spinning. His heart kept beating. The sun kept shining.

But something had changed.

Something had changed, had shifted - and Regulus knew, even if he could never say it out loud.

"You could be wrong," he whispered.

James just smiled. "I'm not."

And for a second?

Regulus believed him.

Corruption Begins With the Mouth // @messymoony | Art piece by @tenakiie

Summary:

“Hello,” the other man says, looking up at James from between his eyelashes. It makes James feel hot despite the chill in the air, a shiver running through him in anticipation. He knows that look, knows what it means. The man’s voice is smooth and melodious, a slight accent to it James can’t quite place. “What are you doing out all on your own at this time of night?”

One night, Prince James Potter has a passionate encounter with a stranger which makes his blood thrum - quite literally. He should probably leave it alone, but there’s something so intriguing about the other man…

holding on to you // @emlovessid | Art piece by @peachrtistic

Summary: “Well, this isn’t the first time that we’ve met, actually. Not for me anyway.” For some reason, this is the thing that has shocked Regulus the most about this strange meeting. How could this not be the first time that they’ve met? Regulus has never seen this man before, it doesn’t make any sense. At Regulus’ obvious confusion, the man continues, “When I time travel, I travel to the same places a lot. This is one of those places. I’ve travelled here many, many times. You and I, we’re something like friends.”

how the might fall (in love) // @kanra-writes | Art piece by @astronomyth-art

Summary: Regulus is a very tired café owner, who likes what he does, even on those days, when it completely sucks, and all the customers are being the most idiotic people on this planet. But here comes a very hot customer, making Regulus’ shifts far more enjoyable. James recently moved back to England from Spain and is still getting used to the culture shocks, he’d seemingly forgotten. He visits a café everyone recommends and is immediately enamoured by the barista, who makes his move to England far more enjoyable.

In Your Hands // @supernova-stardust | Art piece (NSFW) by @autistpride

Summary: James Potter had a rough day at work. So terrible, in fact, that when Regulus asked him what he wanted for dinner, he felt like he would cry at the thought of making one more decision. Thankfully, Regulus always knew exactly how to take care of his husband.

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James Potter being desperate and pathetic

Regulus // @psychoticallykind | Art piece by @autistpride

Sunflowers and Mahogany // @vinylfoxbooks | Art piece by @astronomyth-art

Summary: “James decides, despite their low pain tolerance, they’re going to get a tattoo and asks Sirius for his usual artist, which is how they meet the most attractive man they’ve ever seen and are immediately trying to charm him.”

Veritaserum Confessions // @badgerinbloom | Art piece by @hagridspumpkinpatch