Bodyguard//Jegulus

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Meses después...

-James, el objetivo de la misión es NO hacer una escena- menciona Remus- No sabemos las intenciones de esta persona

-Demasiado tarde- Sonríe James.

-¿Qué quieres decir con "demasiado tarde"?- cuestiona confundido Lupin por el auricular.

-Quiero decir, demasiado tarde, Remus- James Potter caminó de regreso junto a Regulus, mientras se limpiaba la sangre de la nariz con la mano. Un par de grandes heridas.

-¡James!- lo regañó Remus, nuevamente.

Pero no lo escuchó.

-¿Qué pasó, amigo?- cuestiona Sirius, dejó un rato a Regulus solo porque Sirius lo suplió.

-¿Qué quieres decir?

-Tenes el abdomen cortado.

James bajó la vista, encontrándose con su abdomen lastimado.

Miró a Regulus de lejos, que charlaba con Pandora.

Estaban en una "fiesta" algo formal.

Regulus sintió su mirada y volteó. 

Corrió hacia él.

-¿Qué te pasó, amor?- cuestiona.

Estaban... en algo, quizá.

James se había tatuado sus iniciales en su pelvis y él en su trasero.

Pero no habían aclarado nada, ni siquiera se acostaron. Aunque realmente lo quería.

-¿Qué te pasó?

-¿Recuerdas que yo sentía como alguien nos seguía?

-Sí.

-Creo que me encargué de él.

-¡¿Lo mataste?!- grita en un susurro.

-No, cariño, quizá lo dejé inconsciente.

-James, volvamos a casa, hay que curar esas heridas.

Sirius se había mudado con Remus ya que ahora iban a tener un bebé.

Y James se sentía solo, así que tomó una de las casas de su familia y los mudó.

-Tienes que seguir en el evento, Reggie.

-No, no quiero. Ya vámonos.

Lo terminó por convencer.

Y esa noche volvió a curar a James, como muchas veces. 

James podía ser muy... posesivo.

Eso le encantaba.

-Auch- se quejó James, mientras Regulus lo curaba.

-Quédate quieto, Potter.

Vendo sus heridas, ya desinfectadas, y se fueron directo a la cama

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Months later...

-James, the objective of the mission is NOT to make a scene- Remus mentions- We do not know this person's intentions.

-Too late- James smiles.

-What do you mean by "too late"? - Lupine questions confusedly into the receiver.

"I mean, too late, Remus." James Potter walked back to Regulus' side as he wiped the blood from his nose with his hand. A couple of big wounds.

"James!" Remus scolded him again.

But he didn't listen to him.

-What happened, friend? - Sirius questions, he left Regulus alone for a while because Sirius took his place.

-What do you mean?

-Your abdomen is cut.

James looked down, finding his injured abdomen.

He looked at Regulus from afar, who was chatting with Pandora.

They were at a somewhat formal "party."

Regulus felt his gaze and turned around.

He ran towards him.

-What happened to you, love? -He questions.

They were... onto something, maybe.

James had his initials tattooed on his pelvis and his initials on his butt.

But they hadn't clarified anything, they didn't even go to bed. He really wanted it though.

-What happened?

-Do you remember that I felt like someone was following us?

-Yeah.

-I think I took care of him.

-Did you kill him?!-He shouts in a whisper.

-No, honey, maybe I knocked him out.

-James, let's go back home, we have to heal those wounds.

Sirius had moved in with Remus since they were now having a baby.

And James was lonely, so he took one of his family's houses and moved them in.

-You have to continue at the event, Reggie.

-No, I do not want to. Let's go.

He ended up convincing him.

And that night he healed James again, like many times.

James could be very... possessive.

He loved that.

"Ouch," James complained, as Regulus healed him.

-Stay still, Potter.

I bandaged his wounds, already disinfected, and they went straight to bed.