“Sirius has probably kissed you loads of times… hasn’t he?” Regulus asked when he peeled away from the kiss.
“N-no.”
“But you’ve kissed a boy before, haven’t you?” Regulus lifted his ethereal gaze from his lips to his eyes.
“No, not… not anyone.”
“Really? You’re 19 and I’m your first kiss?” Regulus laughed softly. This was too easy. It took only one kiss to take full control over him. Out of spite for Sirius’ friends taking him from the family, he would draw Peter into the Death Eater scene. It was diabolical. It was delicious. And it was hilarious. “That’s quite special then… Do you want me to do it again?”
“Please…”
“I don’t know…” Regulus murmured, fingertips grazing Peter’s wrist. “It’s not right. You… you don’t respect me. How could you? When you’ve been indoctrinated by muggle apologists, mudbloods, and blood traitors? I like a man who can think for himself… who shares my virtues. I know all you’ll do is echo my brother’s vulgarity, and you’ll leave me, just like him.”
“No! You’re incredible—I’ll do anything for you.”
Regulus slowly smiled.
