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‘Hurt me,’ Regulus supplies. ‘Use me for stress relief. Whatever you want… I can handle it.’
Remus’ chest tightens so harshly that a laugh gets pushed out of him; no space for it in the disbelieving cavity behind his ribs. He slaps his hand over his mouth to catch it, to curl his fingers around the rough shape of indignation, but it only makes it more grated when he gasps, ‘It’s not something you handle–’
It’s something you lock up.
Something you starve until it’s weak, bleed until it’s dry.
You do not feed a thing so endlessly hungry; especially not such expensive, important meat.
Delicacy.
His best friend's little brother, an heir to The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, practically Wizarding royalty. Remus’ head pounds from the incessant animal inside, already chomping at the bit to get a taste. He hates this part of him; fears it; knows it as a bottomless pit, pitch black and hollow where his howls echo.
‘I’ll eat you alive.’
Regulus leans back against the shelves, ever the apparently willing sacrifice. Low-lidded and lazy, he hums, ‘Mhm… I’d like to see you try.’