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The roar of the Gryffindor stands still echoed in James's ears, a rhythmic thrumming that matched the frantic beat of his heart. He hovered a few feet above the grass, his broom humming beneath him, while his teammates swarmed in a chaotic, shouting mass of scarlet and gold. He had done it. He had played the game of his life, and the victory over Slytherin was sweeter than any honeycake from the kitchens.
He scanned the pitch and spotted a lone figure stalking away toward the locker rooms. Regulus Black. The Slytherin seeker looked like a storm cloud in human form, his shoulders rigid and his jaw set in a line of pure, concentrated fury. Even from this distance, James could smell it; the sharp, metallic tang of an Omega's frustration, laced with a hint of something sweeter, something that made James's Alpha prickle and surge.
James dove, the wind whistling past his ears, and leveled out just as he reached the smaller boy. He pulled up short, kicking up a cloud of turf.
“Tough luck, Reg!” James shouted, his voice bright and buzzing with adrenaline.
Regulus didn't stop. He didn't even look back. “Get lost, Potter”, Regulus snapped, his voice a low, dangerous hiss.
James grinned, gliding alongside him, keeping pace with a lazy flick of his wrist.
“Come on, don't be like that. It was a great game! That dive you made in the second quarter? Absolutely brilliant. I actually thought you had us for a second.”
Regulus stopped abruptly and spun around. His grey eyes were flashing, his chest heaving under the green robes.
“Do you enjoy this?” Regulus demanded. “Do you enjoy rubbing your mediocre victory in my face while I am still trying to figure out how you managed to be so distractingly obnoxious for sixty minutes straight?”
James laughed, a loud, genuine sound that seemed to irritate Regulus even more. He shifted his weight on the broom, leaning closer.
“I prefer the term charismatic, actually. And it wasn't mediocre. We crushed you. Admit it, Reg. I played circles around your defense.”
“You played like a maniac”, Regulus countered, stepping closer, his scent shifting from anger to something more volatile, more charged. “You have no sense of subtlety. You just crash through everything like a runaway trolley.”
James felt the Alpha in him stir, a warm pull in his gut. He slid off his broom and stood his ground, only a few inches taller than Regulus, but filling the space with an oppressive, sunny energy.
“Maybe that’s why I win”, James said, his voice dropping an octave. “I take what I want. I don't wait for the world to give it to me.”
Regulus scoffed, but he didn't move away. He looked up at James, his lips curled in a sneer that didn't quite reach his eyes.
“You are an arrogant, insufferable brat.”
“And you are a gorgeous, moody little disaster”, James replied.
The silence that followed was thick, heavy with a sudden, electric tension. Regulus's pupils dilated, his gaze dropping to James's mouth for a fraction of a second before snapping back up. The air between them smelled of ozone and cinnamon, the Alpha and Omega instincts beginning to override the house rivalry.
“I hate you”, Regulus whispered, though the words lacked their previous bite.
James stepped into Regulus's personal space, the heat radiating off their bodies. “You love that you hate me. You're practically vibrating, Reg.”
Regulus let out a shaky breath, his hand twitching at his side. “Go away, James. Just go back to your cheering fans.”
“I'd rather be here”, James said, his voice a low rumble. “With you.”
Regulus looked around the empty stretch of the pitch, the distance to the castle suddenly feeling like a mile. He leaned in, his voice a desperate murmur. “The Room of Requirement. Now. Before I change my mind and hex your teeth into pebbles.”
James didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed Regulus's hand, their fingers interlocking in a tight, possessive grip, and practically dragged him toward the castle.
They sprinted through the corridors, the adrenaline of the game morphing into a different, more primal urgency. By the time they reached the seventh floor, both were breathless, their chests heaving. James paced three times in front of the blank wall, his mind screaming for a place where they could be alone, where he could finally taste the bitterness and sweetness of the Omega who had been haunting his thoughts for months.
The door materialized, heavy and oak, and James practically shoved Regulus inside.
The room had responded to their subconscious needs. It was a dim, cozy sanctuary with a massive, plush velvet sofa and a hearth where a fire crackled with a low, golden glow. Thick rugs covered the floor, and the air was warm, smelling of cedar and old books.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Regulus turned and slammed James against the wood.
“You think you're so special because you can fly a broom”, Regulus spat, his hands clutching the front of James's scarlet jersey.
James groaned, his hands finding Regulus's waist and pulling him flush against his hips. “I think I'm special because I'm the only one who knows exactly how much you want me right now”, James whispered.
Regulus didn't answer with words. He lunged forward, his mouth crashing against James's in a kiss that was less of a romantic gesture and more of a collision. It tasted of salt and desperation. James responded with a low growl, his tongue forcing its way past Regulus's lips, claiming the space with a hunger that had been building for years.
They stumbled backward, their boots scuffing against the rugs, until they hit the edge of the sofa. James pushed Regulus down into the velvet, hovering over him, his eyes dark with Alpha dominance.
“Still think I'm a runaway trolley?” James panted, his lips brushing against Regulus's ear. Regulus arched his back, his hands sliding up to grip James's hair, pulling him closer.
“Shut up and touch me, you arrogant prick”, Regulus groaned.
James stripped his jersey off in one fluid motion, tossing it blindly across the room. He looked down at Regulus, who was already fumbling with the buttons of his own shirt. As the green fabric fell away, James stopped, his gaze softening.
Regulus's chest was flat, the skin marked by the faint, clean lines of top surgery scars. James reached out, his fingertips grazing the healed tissue with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the heat in his eyes.
“You're beautiful, Reg”, James whispered.
Regulus flushed, a deep crimson creeping up his neck. “Don't get sentimental, James. Just... don't stop.”
James leaned down, capturing Regulus's lips again, his tongue swirling and sucking, exchanging saliva in a wet, sloppy rhythm. He moved his kisses down Regulus's throat, biting softly at the scent gland at the crook of his neck. Regulus let out a sharp, high-pitched moan, his legs wrapping around James's waist, pulling him closer.
“I can smell you”, James murmured against his skin. “You're so wet for me, aren't you?”
Regulus gasped, his head tossing back against the velvet. “I hate you, I hate you so much, James.”
James chuckled, his hand sliding down to the waistband of Regulus's trousers. He tugged them down, along with the underwear, revealing the Omega's heat. Regulus was already glistening, his pussy swollen and leaking a clear, sweet-smelling lubricant that coated his inner thighs.
James shifted, moving down the sofa until he was positioned between Regulus's legs. He stared at the sight( the delicate folds of Regulus's pussy, the tiny, engorged clit peeking out from the hood.
“You're dripping”, James whispered, his voice thick.
Regulus whimpered, his hands clutching the sofa cushions. “Please, James. Please.”
James didn't make him wait. He leaned in and flicked his tongue across the clit, a sharp, sudden stroke that made Regulus scream. He began to lap at him, his tongue broad and insistent, swirling around the sensitive nub before sucking it deep into his mouth.
The sound of it was visceral; a wet, squelching noise as James's tongue worked the folds, drinking in the Omega's essence. Regulus was shaking, his hips jerking upward, trying to push himself deeper into James's mouth.
“Oh god”, Regulus sobbed, his voice breaking. “Yes, right there, just like that!”
James shifted his focus, using his tongue to probe the entrance of the pussy, tasting the salt and the musk. He sucked on the clit again, harder this time, while his hand reached down to grip Regulus's thigh, pinning him in place.
“You like being eaten out by me, Omega?” James asked, his voice muffled against the wet flesh.
Regulus let out a strangled noise, half-sob, half-laugh. “I like... I like how your tongue feels... you insufferable... ah!”
James pulled back for a moment, looking up at Regulus's flushed face. He shifted his hand, his palm landing with a sharp, loud slap against Regulus's pussy.
The sound echoed in the quiet room. Regulus jumped, a gasp escaping his lips, his pussy fluttering against the impact.
“What was that for?” Regulus breathed, his eyes wide. James grinned, his eyes flashing. “Just reminding you who's in charge here, Reg.”
James slapped him again, a firmer blow that left a blooming pink mark on the tender skin. Regulus let out a loud, needy moan, his legs shaking.
“More”, Regulus whispered, his pride finally crumbling. “Please, James, do it again.”
James complied, delivering a series of rhythmic slaps that kept Regulus on the edge of a plateau, the stinging sensation blending with the overwhelming arousal. Then, James slid two fingers deep into his cunt.
Regulus shrieked, his back arching off the sofa. The interior was scorching, his walls tight and gripping James's fingers with a desperate intensity. “You're so tight”, James groaned, his fingers curling, hooking against his G-spot.
“I'm not... I'm not that tight”, Regulus gasped, though he was leaning into the touch, his hips grinding against James's hand. “You are”, James whispered, sliding a third finger in. He began to pump his hand, the sound of shlicking filling the air as the lubricant mixed with the friction.
Regulus was sobbing now, his eyes rolled back in his head. He was close, so close to the edge. “I want you, James”, Regulus pleaded, his voice a raw whisper. “I want your cock. Now. Fill me up.”
James didn't need further invitation. He scrambled back up the sofa, stripping off his trousers and underwear in a frantic rush. His cock sprang free, thick and pulsing, a heavy length that throbbed with the need to claim.
Regulus stared at it, his breath hitching. He reached out, hisl hand wrapping around the shaft, sliding a bit of pre-cum across the head.
“Merlin, you’re big”, Regulus whispered. “Don’t be intimidated, it’ll fit”, James replied, his voice a low growl.
James positioned himself, the head of his cock brushing against Regulus's soaking entrance. He paused for a heartbeat, looking into Regulus's eyes. “Tell me you want it, Reg. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“I want you”, Regulus cried, his legs locking around James's back. “I want you inside me, James! Please, fuck me!”
James lunged forward, driving himself deep in one powerful thrust. Regulus let out a scream, his eyes snapping shut as he was filled to the brim. The sensation was overwhelming, the stretch of his cunt accommodating the thick shaft, his walls clinging to James like a vice.
James groaned, his forehead resting against Regulus's. He stayed still for a moment, letting Regulus adjust to the size, the heat of their union creating a vacuum that seemed to pull them together.
“You okay?” James whispered, his voice shaking. Regulus opened his eyes, his expression one of pure, unadulterated bliss.
“Don't you dare stop”, he breathed. James began to move, pulling back until he was almost out before slamming back in. The sound was rhythmic and wet; a heavy, slapping noise as James's balls hit against Regulus's backside.
“Oh fuck”, James groaned, the friction sending sparks through his nerves. “You feel incredible. You're squeezing me so hard, Reg.”
Regulus was rambling, his words fragmented and breathless. “Faster... please, James, faster... I can't... I need more, please.”
James increased the pace, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more primal. He gripped Regulus's hips, his fingers digging into the skin, leaving marks that would last for days.
The room was filled with the sounds of their passion; the heavy thud of the sofa against the wall, the wet squelching of their bodies colliding, and the desperate, broken sounds of Regulus's pleasure.
“I'm going to cum”, Regulus screamed, his internal muscles pulsing rhythmically around James's cock.
James felt the surge in his own gut, his Alpha screaming for the knot to trigger. He gave one last, deep thrust, burying himself as far as he could possibly go, and then he felt it.
The base of his cock began to swell, the knot expanding rapidly, locking him firmly inside Regulus.
James groaned, his entire body shaking as the orgasm hit him like a freight train. He moaned, his back arching, as he began to pump load after load of thick, hot cum deep into Regulus.
The sensation was explosive. James could feel the liquid rushing out of him, filling Regulus up. He felt the pressure build, the heat of the seed flooding the Omega's internals, creating a heavy, warm fullness that made Regulus sob with relief.
Regulus's own orgasm hit him in waves, his pussy clamping down on the knot, trapping the Alpha inside him. He shuddered, his body vibrating with the intensity of the release, his mind going completely blank.
They stayed like that for a long time, locked together, their breathing the only sound in the room. The fire in the hearth had dimmed, casting long, flickering shadows across the velvet. James didn't pull away; he couldn't. The knot kept them fused, a biological bond that felt more permanent than any oath.
Slowly, the intensity faded, replaced by a heavy, languid warmth. James kissed Regulus's forehead, his voice soft and exhausted.
“I've got you, Reg. I've got you.” Regulus let out a small, contented sigh, his head resting on James's shoulder.
“You're still an arrogant prick”, he murmured, though there was no heat in the words. James chuckled, shifting slightly. He could feel the cum pooling inside Regulus, the heavy weight of it.
“I know. But I'm your arrogant prick.”
As the knot began to subside, James felt the seed starting to slip, the gravity of the position threatening to let the fluid leak out. He shifted his weight, pressing Regulus's legs tighter against his chest, effectively plugging the entrance with his own body.
“What are you doing?” Regulus asked, his voice sleepy. “I'm keeping it in”, James whispered. Regulus blinked, his grey eyes searching James's.
“Why?”
“Because I want you to carry it”, James said, his voice possessing a sudden, fierce protectiveness. “I want you to feel me inside you for as long as possible. Don't move, Reg. Just stay right here.”
Regulus shivered, a small, shy smile touching his lips. He wrapped his arms around James's neck, pulling him down for one last, slow kiss.
“Fine”, he whispered. “But you're still paying for the drinks at the Three Broomsticks this weekend.”
James laughed, tightening his hold on the Omega. “Deal, Reg. Absolute deal.”
They lay there in the silence of the Room of Requirement, the rivalry of their houses forgotten, the only thing that mattered being the warmth of their skin and the heavy, secret weight of the Alpha's seed resting deep within the Omega. For the first time in his life, Regulus felt completely full, and for the first time in his, James felt completely at peace.