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A piece of an unfinished whole, Sirius/Regulus (James POV)
I had the idea to write a five-character, five-plotted fic that centered around the (incestual, sexual) relationship between Sirius and Regulus Black.

So far, I have finished one part... It's the second of five, and it's from the POV of James Potter. I suppose it has no name, though the entire thing was originally going to be called "Five People who saw Five Strange Things"

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James was drunk, and not just drunk, but drunk. He’d left his shirt at the bar, having lost it in a game of poker he could hardly recall that he’s nearly certain was actually played with cards. He was very cold, but really okay with that if you looked at things from a different angle, and… keys… Yes, keys. He had those. Somewhere. He thought.
But maybe he didn’t, on second thought, and it wouldn’t matter. Sirius would be home. He could always spell the door unlocked. If he knew where his wand was.
Two flights of stairs up, a right turn, a half-stumble when he reached flat 209, and a stare. A left turn, back past the stairs, and finally, flat 202! He grinned as he tried to keep his balance long enough to knock. But then he fell against the door, realized it would support his weight, and banged against it anyway. He giggled.
No one came to the door though, and so he whined. “Siri… gotta piss! Haha, I’m pissed, and I have to take a piss! Piss! Life is piss!” and then his voice faded a little when he heard voices coming from the other side of the door. James pressed a very drunken ear to the door, and the hand resting on the door handle pressed down, and the door swung open.
He could tell that the body on top was Sirius’, because he’d seen this before. Well, this sort of thing, but probably not with this person. He didn’t recgonize the girl under Sirius, and he thought it’d be smart if he just left the living room as quickly as possible to get to a toilet, because there was a good chance he wouldn’t be keeping all of that alcohol down anyway.

“What the fuck was that?”

James started. That wasn’t Sirius’ voice. But it… it wasn’t a woman’s voice either… and Remus hardly ever swore.

A number of things happened in very quick succession.

The body beneath Sirius’ struggled against him as Sirius’ neck swiveled around hard, and he saw James standing there in the doorway. It was then that James had a clear view into the face of the person beneath Sirius, whose face was the last James had ever expected to see attached to a body that Sirius was fucking. James actually fell over.

But that could’ve been the liquor.

Or it could’ve been Regulus.