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Characters: Gideon Prewett/Remus Lupin/Bill Weasley
Rating: NC-17
Warning: implied incest between Bill and his uncle Gideon.
A/N: For elfflame who kindly suggested lessons and this threesome the other day when I really needed a distraction. For this to work, it has to be AU since Gideon died when Bill was a child.
Disclaimer: Not mine! Not for profit!
Thank you, stellastars for the beta as well. All mistakes are my own since I kept tinkering with it.
About 2,200 words
How does one decide between two choices? Between two family members? The fire in the touch of a younger lover, his daring is matched by his adventure once he commits. His willingness to explore matches my desire to teach him.
My favorite part? Overcoming his hesitant touch those first moments. I can see the look in his eyes, wondering if this is wrong, as he thinks about the ostracism of his uncle - my partner for years now - or the fury of his mother. Then I run my finger down his arm and his skin pebbles in the wake of my nail, the small hairs standing on end. I capture his gasp between my lips and swallow his moans beneath my tongue. He is inexperienced fire beneath me.
I forget all others when I am with him. Yet it never fails that the next day I return to my older partner. The flame has muted, but not banked. Never that. He greets me with a self-assured smile and I melt beneath his gaze.
This time it is I who stutters and flushes under his touch. His calloused fingers undo the first button, then the next, and already I am trembling with desire. I see his smile and wonder if he knows from where I return. Then he will turn me and take me, the exact same position I just taught to young Bill, and I wonder, could Gideon know? Is this planned? Dare I think I'm fooling them?
* *
It is rare for me to return from work so late any more. Yet when I am offered the hours, I cannot refuse. Bone weary, I step through the fireplace, dusting Floo powder from my cloak and stop just inside his sitting room.
Gideon is sitting on the sofa, his bare feet crossed and propped on the end table, Quidditch flyers fluttering to the floor as if he just now put his feet there, mindless of what had been on the table.
Bill sits across the room curled in the chair I usually occupy, staring at his uncle with a hesitant look I immediately recognize. It's the one that I normally only see before we cross the threshold into my bedroom at my small flat.
"Hello, Remus," Gideon says to me, smiling wickedly. Bill shifts in the chair but he doesn't look scared. Just… I'm not sure, exactly. He hasn't taken his eyes away from his uncle and I look between the two of them, my eyes darting back and forth, trying to understand. There's no trace of argument, no disagreement. Gideon is lax, his arms crossed over his stomach and Bill is not gripping the edge of the chair as he often does when nervous.
"Hello, Gideon. Bill," I say to them and Bill smiles nervously.
"Did I interrupt a family visit?" I ask him. Them.
"No," Gideon says, "We were just waiting for you."
"Oh?" I say.
"Yes," Gideon said, still with a smug grin on his face and I swallow hard, unsure if I want to know why he looks so much like a cat and Bill like a small bird. Maybe I am the mouse. Did I dare think I could keep my activities from them? From one learning about the other?
Gideon rises from the sofa and crosses the room. He greets me with a lingering kiss to the underside of my chin. He licks the spot that Bill had kissed the night before and I see Bill's eyes widen as I glance at him.
"Hello, Gideon," I say again.
"I have a present for you," Gideon murmurs as he reaches for the top button of my shirt.
I look at him, wondering what to say to make him stop doing this. "Gideon, we have company," I whisper loudly, alarmed and surprised he's doing this in front of Bill.
"Yes," he says, looking me in the eyes, "I know."
"But… Gideon, not in front of company," I say, trying to wiggle away from his touch - something my body protests. Traitor.
Chuckling, Gideon raises an eyebrow at me, and continues to undo my shirt. "You say company as if he doesn't know you."
Nervous, I shuffle my feet and purposely misunderstand him. "Of course he knows me, I see him often enough with you." I try and justify my thoughts, reminding myself that Gideon and I fell together in our grief not long after the Order disbanded. Of course, I've seen his nephew.
It's hard to remember how personally I know Bill as Gideon touches me.
He continues to talk, as if I didn't protest. "Do you remember when Bill and I met for lunch six weeks ago? Do you remember me telling you prior to that, when he called me using the Floo, that he seemed nervous?"
"Yes," I whisper.
"Well, Bill and I had an interesting conversation that day. As family, we should be able to say anything to each other, and Bill told me he'd been questioning some things lately. Urges and the like. Things he thought I may be able to explain to him."
The buttons were undone, and I stood there, glancing between Gideon directly in front of me and Bill still sitting in the chair. Having known Gideon for years is a benefit. He knows just how to make me moan. He pushes my shirt off my shoulders and it catches in the crook of my elbows, where he leaves it, limiting movement for my arms.
Grasping my shoulders, Gideon leans in and bites my collarbone and I lean into his touch, already forgetting Bill is avidly watching us.
"However, I couldn’t talk to Bill, for you see, I made his mum a promise years ago. I told her I would never discuss my choice with her sons."
It took me a moment to realize he was continuing the conversation, as if he expected me to comprehend it.
Gideon sticks one finger in his mouth and traces the pink flesh surrounding my nipple. Then he blows on the tender skin and I squirm, glancing over his shoulder, catching Bill's eye. He sits in the chair, unmoving, his fingers threaded together, leaving white indents in his knuckles.
"So, I made a suggestion to my dear nephew. I told him the only gay man I know, other than myself, might be willing to discuss this with him."
Gideon finally looks up at me, grinning. "You surprised me, Remus. Not only were you willing to discuss our lifestyle with him, you volunteered to show him as well.
I have nothing to say to this, I am caught unawares at first. "I didn't expect to touch him, Gideon. Not at first."
He shakes his head, "You don't have to explain, Remus. Truly." At that, Gideon crooks one long, thin finger in Bill's direction and I watch him eagerly stand and cross the room. That familiar, hesitant look has faded already, caught up as he is with watching us.
Bill touches my cheek, his soft fingers sure against the stubble on my chin and I turn my head toward him with only the slightest pressure. Leaning in, Bill kisses me softly as Gideon bites my nipple and I tremble. Not fearfully, for it is clear that neither man is angry with me, but in anticipation. Sighing as Gideon reaches up with one hand, he touches my eyebrows and drags his fingers down - I close my eyes at his silent request.
A rustle of clothes and I feel warm breath on my stomach, Gideon had kneeled in front of me. Bold fingers touch my trousers - he always touches my clothes first, my skin second. It is Bill's hands on my shoulders; his warm, flat palm remains stationary as he kisses me again.
It's impossible to think, to understand, so I try not to do either. Instead, I concentrate on touch, the heat of hands, the sharp teeth, and the soft breaths that glide across my skin.
Four hands, two pairs of teeth, their voices blending together as they talk softly between each other. It takes me a moment to realize that Gideon is suggesting things, encouraging Bill. He tells him that I like to be bit and Bill asks where. Gideon's chuckle is evil and he says, "Why don't you just pick a place and see how he reacts?"
My trousers slide to the floor; Gideon picks up one foot, then the other and pushes them away, the metal belt buckle clunking against something as they land on the other side of the room.
Teeth against my shoulder blade, then the shirt is pushed away and one of them - it might be Bill - raises my arms and holds them above my head. Someone bites my side and I flinch. They both laugh and then there are teeth (how can they move so fast?) all over me.
Whining, they both move and I have bodies pressed against my front and back. I sway between them. Gideon is wearing Muggle clothes - I feel the cotton material against my chest - and Bill is wearing robes, they slide against my back. Then, they both step away at the same time, as if twins and not uncle and nephew, and I'm left alone.
I only hear the rustling of clothes and they return to me, undoubtedly naked as I am now. My eyes still closed, I whimper as one of them kneels in front of me, warm breath parting the hair around my cock. Positive that must be Bill, I don't move as one hand circles the base of my prick and a tongue laps over the tip.
Then I feel a hard cock settle against my arse, pushing between cheeks. Whimpering, I begin to lower my hands, to touch both of them, and whoever is behind me drops his hand sharply against my hip. The loud crack of palm on skin startles all of us and we hold still. They don't move until I raise my hands again. I desperately want to open my eyes and see who is in front and who is behind, for I cannot tell by touch alone.
Fingers, they must be his own, wrap around the prick against my arse and I feel the slickness of them. He's not gentle as he slides one inside me, but I am distracted by the kisses to my own cock. He barely waits until I adjust, then a second fingers moves in as well and I'm left there, one sucking my cock and the preparing me. It's awkward at best, and I'm held still by four hands as he - I assume Gideon for Bill never seemed interested in trying - pushes inside me.
Gasping with need, I try and move my hips forward, to feel lips wrap around my cock again, but I am denied movement and I whimper. Both of them laugh. Then it's disturbingly silent. The only sound I hear is the wet suction as he moves behind me, and, as he changes angles, my own voice making nonsense sounds.
A warm tongue laps against my cock again and I try and jerk forward, wanting more, but their hands hold me still. He - I assume this is Gideon - moves faster and faster and I want to come, but one hand releases my hip and squeezes the base of my cock tightly. I am denied.
Hips move faster and faster, he is driving deep inside me and I want to move, to come with him, but the hand denies me again. One last thrust and he comes, his back suddenly pressed against me, his head resting on my shoulder briefly. Whimpering, I want to come as well, but am not allowed. I relax and the hand releases me.
"Open your eyes," I hear and, surprised, open them to meet Gideon's blue gaze. He is kneeling in front of me, grinning and I turn my head to see Bill's fire-red hair on my shoulder.
Shocked, I am unsure what to say. They have managed to surprise me. Then Bill moves away and Gideon stands.
"My turn," Gideon mumbles and they switch places until Bill is kneeling in front of me, teasing my cock and he moves behind. No lubrication is needed and Gideon slides in, quickly, hard.
He is merciless in his taking and Bill is unable to hold me still, my hips bucking and my cock weeping. Again I am denied orgasm; Bill holds me tight and refuses to release my prick, even when I beg.
Gideon has let him take me first, but it is Gideon claiming me now, defining this relationship between the three of us. Allowing it.
Not until he comes may I lower my arms. He stands behind me, still on his feet, even after orgasm, and I lean back against his chest. Only then does Bill relax his grip and I hear Gideon whisper, "Make him come, Bill."
I scream as Bill's lips wrap around me, sucking me inside his warm mouth. It is Gideon holding me in place, keeping me on my feet as my cock slides deep inside Bill's throat.
He hadn't known that trick two weeks ago. Nor did he learn it from me. I glance at Gideon as he leans over my shoulder, watching Bill with a smug grin, and I wonder who has been teaching who.
Then all thoughts end.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: implied incest between Bill and his uncle Gideon.
A/N: For elfflame who kindly suggested lessons and this threesome the other day when I really needed a distraction. For this to work, it has to be AU since Gideon died when Bill was a child.
Disclaimer: Not mine! Not for profit!
Thank you, stellastars for the beta as well. All mistakes are my own since I kept tinkering with it.
About 2,200 words
How does one decide between two choices? Between two family members? The fire in the touch of a younger lover, his daring is matched by his adventure once he commits. His willingness to explore matches my desire to teach him.
My favorite part? Overcoming his hesitant touch those first moments. I can see the look in his eyes, wondering if this is wrong, as he thinks about the ostracism of his uncle - my partner for years now - or the fury of his mother. Then I run my finger down his arm and his skin pebbles in the wake of my nail, the small hairs standing on end. I capture his gasp between my lips and swallow his moans beneath my tongue. He is inexperienced fire beneath me.
I forget all others when I am with him. Yet it never fails that the next day I return to my older partner. The flame has muted, but not banked. Never that. He greets me with a self-assured smile and I melt beneath his gaze.
This time it is I who stutters and flushes under his touch. His calloused fingers undo the first button, then the next, and already I am trembling with desire. I see his smile and wonder if he knows from where I return. Then he will turn me and take me, the exact same position I just taught to young Bill, and I wonder, could Gideon know? Is this planned? Dare I think I'm fooling them?
* *
It is rare for me to return from work so late any more. Yet when I am offered the hours, I cannot refuse. Bone weary, I step through the fireplace, dusting Floo powder from my cloak and stop just inside his sitting room.
Gideon is sitting on the sofa, his bare feet crossed and propped on the end table, Quidditch flyers fluttering to the floor as if he just now put his feet there, mindless of what had been on the table.
Bill sits across the room curled in the chair I usually occupy, staring at his uncle with a hesitant look I immediately recognize. It's the one that I normally only see before we cross the threshold into my bedroom at my small flat.
"Hello, Remus," Gideon says to me, smiling wickedly. Bill shifts in the chair but he doesn't look scared. Just… I'm not sure, exactly. He hasn't taken his eyes away from his uncle and I look between the two of them, my eyes darting back and forth, trying to understand. There's no trace of argument, no disagreement. Gideon is lax, his arms crossed over his stomach and Bill is not gripping the edge of the chair as he often does when nervous.
"Hello, Gideon. Bill," I say to them and Bill smiles nervously.
"Did I interrupt a family visit?" I ask him. Them.
"No," Gideon says, "We were just waiting for you."
"Oh?" I say.
"Yes," Gideon said, still with a smug grin on his face and I swallow hard, unsure if I want to know why he looks so much like a cat and Bill like a small bird. Maybe I am the mouse. Did I dare think I could keep my activities from them? From one learning about the other?
Gideon rises from the sofa and crosses the room. He greets me with a lingering kiss to the underside of my chin. He licks the spot that Bill had kissed the night before and I see Bill's eyes widen as I glance at him.
"Hello, Gideon," I say again.
"I have a present for you," Gideon murmurs as he reaches for the top button of my shirt.
I look at him, wondering what to say to make him stop doing this. "Gideon, we have company," I whisper loudly, alarmed and surprised he's doing this in front of Bill.
"Yes," he says, looking me in the eyes, "I know."
"But… Gideon, not in front of company," I say, trying to wiggle away from his touch - something my body protests. Traitor.
Chuckling, Gideon raises an eyebrow at me, and continues to undo my shirt. "You say company as if he doesn't know you."
Nervous, I shuffle my feet and purposely misunderstand him. "Of course he knows me, I see him often enough with you." I try and justify my thoughts, reminding myself that Gideon and I fell together in our grief not long after the Order disbanded. Of course, I've seen his nephew.
It's hard to remember how personally I know Bill as Gideon touches me.
He continues to talk, as if I didn't protest. "Do you remember when Bill and I met for lunch six weeks ago? Do you remember me telling you prior to that, when he called me using the Floo, that he seemed nervous?"
"Yes," I whisper.
"Well, Bill and I had an interesting conversation that day. As family, we should be able to say anything to each other, and Bill told me he'd been questioning some things lately. Urges and the like. Things he thought I may be able to explain to him."
The buttons were undone, and I stood there, glancing between Gideon directly in front of me and Bill still sitting in the chair. Having known Gideon for years is a benefit. He knows just how to make me moan. He pushes my shirt off my shoulders and it catches in the crook of my elbows, where he leaves it, limiting movement for my arms.
Grasping my shoulders, Gideon leans in and bites my collarbone and I lean into his touch, already forgetting Bill is avidly watching us.
"However, I couldn’t talk to Bill, for you see, I made his mum a promise years ago. I told her I would never discuss my choice with her sons."
It took me a moment to realize he was continuing the conversation, as if he expected me to comprehend it.
Gideon sticks one finger in his mouth and traces the pink flesh surrounding my nipple. Then he blows on the tender skin and I squirm, glancing over his shoulder, catching Bill's eye. He sits in the chair, unmoving, his fingers threaded together, leaving white indents in his knuckles.
"So, I made a suggestion to my dear nephew. I told him the only gay man I know, other than myself, might be willing to discuss this with him."
Gideon finally looks up at me, grinning. "You surprised me, Remus. Not only were you willing to discuss our lifestyle with him, you volunteered to show him as well.
I have nothing to say to this, I am caught unawares at first. "I didn't expect to touch him, Gideon. Not at first."
He shakes his head, "You don't have to explain, Remus. Truly." At that, Gideon crooks one long, thin finger in Bill's direction and I watch him eagerly stand and cross the room. That familiar, hesitant look has faded already, caught up as he is with watching us.
Bill touches my cheek, his soft fingers sure against the stubble on my chin and I turn my head toward him with only the slightest pressure. Leaning in, Bill kisses me softly as Gideon bites my nipple and I tremble. Not fearfully, for it is clear that neither man is angry with me, but in anticipation. Sighing as Gideon reaches up with one hand, he touches my eyebrows and drags his fingers down - I close my eyes at his silent request.
A rustle of clothes and I feel warm breath on my stomach, Gideon had kneeled in front of me. Bold fingers touch my trousers - he always touches my clothes first, my skin second. It is Bill's hands on my shoulders; his warm, flat palm remains stationary as he kisses me again.
It's impossible to think, to understand, so I try not to do either. Instead, I concentrate on touch, the heat of hands, the sharp teeth, and the soft breaths that glide across my skin.
Four hands, two pairs of teeth, their voices blending together as they talk softly between each other. It takes me a moment to realize that Gideon is suggesting things, encouraging Bill. He tells him that I like to be bit and Bill asks where. Gideon's chuckle is evil and he says, "Why don't you just pick a place and see how he reacts?"
My trousers slide to the floor; Gideon picks up one foot, then the other and pushes them away, the metal belt buckle clunking against something as they land on the other side of the room.
Teeth against my shoulder blade, then the shirt is pushed away and one of them - it might be Bill - raises my arms and holds them above my head. Someone bites my side and I flinch. They both laugh and then there are teeth (how can they move so fast?) all over me.
Whining, they both move and I have bodies pressed against my front and back. I sway between them. Gideon is wearing Muggle clothes - I feel the cotton material against my chest - and Bill is wearing robes, they slide against my back. Then, they both step away at the same time, as if twins and not uncle and nephew, and I'm left alone.
I only hear the rustling of clothes and they return to me, undoubtedly naked as I am now. My eyes still closed, I whimper as one of them kneels in front of me, warm breath parting the hair around my cock. Positive that must be Bill, I don't move as one hand circles the base of my prick and a tongue laps over the tip.
Then I feel a hard cock settle against my arse, pushing between cheeks. Whimpering, I begin to lower my hands, to touch both of them, and whoever is behind me drops his hand sharply against my hip. The loud crack of palm on skin startles all of us and we hold still. They don't move until I raise my hands again. I desperately want to open my eyes and see who is in front and who is behind, for I cannot tell by touch alone.
Fingers, they must be his own, wrap around the prick against my arse and I feel the slickness of them. He's not gentle as he slides one inside me, but I am distracted by the kisses to my own cock. He barely waits until I adjust, then a second fingers moves in as well and I'm left there, one sucking my cock and the preparing me. It's awkward at best, and I'm held still by four hands as he - I assume Gideon for Bill never seemed interested in trying - pushes inside me.
Gasping with need, I try and move my hips forward, to feel lips wrap around my cock again, but I am denied movement and I whimper. Both of them laugh. Then it's disturbingly silent. The only sound I hear is the wet suction as he moves behind me, and, as he changes angles, my own voice making nonsense sounds.
A warm tongue laps against my cock again and I try and jerk forward, wanting more, but their hands hold me still. He - I assume this is Gideon - moves faster and faster and I want to come, but one hand releases my hip and squeezes the base of my cock tightly. I am denied.
Hips move faster and faster, he is driving deep inside me and I want to move, to come with him, but the hand denies me again. One last thrust and he comes, his back suddenly pressed against me, his head resting on my shoulder briefly. Whimpering, I want to come as well, but am not allowed. I relax and the hand releases me.
"Open your eyes," I hear and, surprised, open them to meet Gideon's blue gaze. He is kneeling in front of me, grinning and I turn my head to see Bill's fire-red hair on my shoulder.
Shocked, I am unsure what to say. They have managed to surprise me. Then Bill moves away and Gideon stands.
"My turn," Gideon mumbles and they switch places until Bill is kneeling in front of me, teasing my cock and he moves behind. No lubrication is needed and Gideon slides in, quickly, hard.
He is merciless in his taking and Bill is unable to hold me still, my hips bucking and my cock weeping. Again I am denied orgasm; Bill holds me tight and refuses to release my prick, even when I beg.
Gideon has let him take me first, but it is Gideon claiming me now, defining this relationship between the three of us. Allowing it.
Not until he comes may I lower my arms. He stands behind me, still on his feet, even after orgasm, and I lean back against his chest. Only then does Bill relax his grip and I hear Gideon whisper, "Make him come, Bill."
I scream as Bill's lips wrap around me, sucking me inside his warm mouth. It is Gideon holding me in place, keeping me on my feet as my cock slides deep inside Bill's throat.
He hadn't known that trick two weeks ago. Nor did he learn it from me. I glance at Gideon as he leans over my shoulder, watching Bill with a smug grin, and I wonder who has been teaching who.
Then all thoughts end.