Put your glad rags on and join me, hon'
We'll have some fun when the clock strikes one.
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight,
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight,
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight.
The lights were dim, the room was cold, the voices of Hogwarts' students were echoing through the halls; the great feast was in its high point, everyone was enjoying the fresh pumpkin juice and the pork chops, along with mashed potatoes and thousands of many other delightful, warm plates.
The door opened slowly, Remus stepped inside, Sirius was clinging onto him for dear life, both of their lips were red and plump, they stumbled across the dark room, and Remus firmly left Sirius chest up in his bed, he grinned and bit his lip, Remus was surrounded by the older Black's legs.
"Moony," choked Sirius while taking off his shirt, clearly resisting the urge to throw himself into his boyfriend's arms.
Remus bit his lip back —but not for the same reason, he'd been thinking of what James said the entire trip to Hogwarts, and he couldn't get it out of his head, maybe this was the right moment, Sirius' guard was low, and he was needy, something that had always turned Remus on, and he couldn't lie: He was really aroused. But business was business, and they've done plenty of... 'this' over Christmas anyway.
He let himself fall on the bed next to the overly-stimulated Sirius, who immediately crawled to his hip, looking directly at him with lustful eyes.
"Pads, we've got to have a word," he said gently, Sirius lowered his head and pouted.
"Can't we do it later?" He said, slithering down Remus' body, arching his own.
Remus pressed his eyes closed, he felt himself losing control, Sirius always knew how to make him weak.
"It's... it's about Prongs," he blustered, barely able to keep up with the black haired boy's restless hands and friction in funny areas. He stopped, —thankfully— to the mention of his friend.
"Why would you bring him up now?"
Remus opened his eyes lazily, Sirius' icy blue orbs were glistering against the pale moonlight, he looked hypnotized.
"I had to, otherwise you wouldn't listen."
Sirius stayed silent and crawled off of Remus' belt —which he had started to take off. He sat cross-legged, looking at the window a few steps away from their bed, giving Remus his naked back.
"You need to make up with him, somehow. I miss the marauders," he started, hoping it didn't sound selfish, Sirius sighed.
"I know him, he won't leave Reg alone, not even after..."
He didn't finish his phrase, but Remus knew what he talked about, he had his reservations about it, too. But after all he had met Regulus a few times, and he only seemed like a scared little boy, too frightened to escape his destiny, it did take a lot of courage and suffering to be like Sirius, and maybe he just didn't have the guts to do it.
"Sirius, Regulus needs help, he's standing on a thin line, if he makes a wrong move... well, you know what happens if he does," Sirius buried his head between his arms, "you both undergone the same position... the cruciatus curse."
Remus often avoided this subject, but Sirius needed to reconsider the idea of being alone in that situation.
"I can't Remus... I can't see him with that mark on his arm..." Sirius blubbered, Remus crept to his side and surrounded him with his arms, forcing Sirius to meet his eyes.
"He's helpless, Sirius. He's your brother, and he's doomed to be evil, to hurt people, you can't neglect him, this isn't a silly little sibling fight, this is real life. We are in war Sirius, we need to stick together, James and you..."
A tear slid down Sirius' cheek, he looked down.
"He surely doesn't miss me."
Remus almost laughed at his friend's ignorance.
"He asked me about you, first thing, when he saw me on the train. He misses you, he wants you back over all things," Remus felt Sirius warm up under his arms, he caressed his black, wavy hair, "think about it, alright? That's all."
Sirius squeezed him.
"Alright."
***
James climbed the narrow, spiral staircases to the astronomy tower with his heart on his hand, he'd grown so accustomed to see Regulus at all times, that he could barely hold his thrill when he saw him sitting on the darkest spot of the circular room, the moonlight hovering over his curls. He was covered with Hogwarts' standard cloak, and a green-striped scarf, he smiled when he saw James, who immediately rushed next to him, and sat close, but not touching.
"So, how was the inaugural meeting, Reggie?"
He shrugged.
"I reckon they don't trust me after what happened on Christmas. But I was demanded to show my mark anyway, they appeared nastily impressed. They're hoping to get one soon."
"Gross. You just keep pretending to be one of 'em, the only important matter right now is to keep you safe and sound, yeah?"
Regulus nodded, he was looking at James with lustful eyes, he shivered under the cloak.
"Are you cold?" James asked tilting his head, Regulus shock his head.
"No, it's just... it feels funny..."
"What feels funny?"
He smiled, facing the floor.
"I can't believe I have you," he sighed, dim smoke coming out of his mouth, which James couldn't stop staring at, "if it wasn't for you, I'd be stuck with those nasty blokes the rest of the year."
"Blokes? Are you really, Reggie? Or am I talking to someone else?"
Regulus chuckled.
"Fuck off."
"Alright, alright, whatever prince Black says," James shrugged, he side eyed Regulus with a grin, "I'm glad I have you too."
Interrupting the warming moment, light steps resonated by the stairs, James snapped his head towards the noise, a characteristic red hair peeked, followed by a very blissful Lily Evans. He looked back to Regulus, but he was gone, nowhere to be seen.
"Hello! Watcha doin' here?" Asked the girl with the sweetest of her smiles.
James frowned.
"Oh me? I er... I like stars," he improvised, noticing how she sat on his side.
"Right."
They stayed silent for a while, till James felt guilty of his awkwardness towards his friend. She was always there, with the Marauders, Remus was really fond of her too, he even believed they fancied each other for some time, although now it was clear like water that they were just friends.
"Do you? Like the stars too, I mean, otherwise I can't figure what you're doing up here."
"Yeah, I do, but actually er... I hoped you would be here," she almost choked on her own words.
James frowned, pulling a grimace.
"Oh? Why so?"
She bit her lip, looking flustered, and got up frantically.
"I just remembered I've got to go, uh... head-girl tasks, y'know. Bye bye!"
And she disappeared. James thought on his tasks, after all he was a head-boy too, but something more important was bothering him.
"Reg?" He knelt next to the Slytherin cloak, flat and lifeless against the cold stone, he definitely wasn't there.
"I don't think he's in there, tosspot."
A flirty voice said behind him, when he turned around, Regulus was there, resting his hand on the column, with a proud grin.
"What?! How?! Where!" James yapped, looking around for any hidden tunnels or traps, "it makes no sense!"
Regulus chuckled, oh merlin, he looked glorious when he laughed.
"Close your eyes," he whispered, making James' insides revolve.
He did as he was told, he licked his dry lips, and he took a deep breath, embracing the darkness within, he heard the subtle whistle of the wind against the tower, and the brush of the forbidden forest's trees, which obscure passages he ran free with Remus's wildest form.
All of a sudden, he felt a slight caress on his calves, he immediately opened his eyes and looked at the floor.
At first, he saw nothing more than darkness, but as his eyes accustomed to the night, he saw two bright green eyes looking straight at his own.
A black cat was twirled between his legs, still as a statue.
"Regulus?"
***