Fic! for snegurochka_lee
Title: Stuck in the Middle
Pairing: Bill/Charlie/Remus
Rating: NC17
Words: ~3750
Warnings: Er. Bestial dubcon incest, sort of?
A/N: for the pornish_pixies fantasy fest, for snegurochka_lee, who asked for BW/CW/RL: BW's first moon, CW assigned as human guard; RL as (Wolfsbaned) wolf!guard . If BW transforms: kinky bestiality ensues; if not, then Incredible Hulk thing instead, aggression, dubcon w/ CW. RL fits in somewhere. Double penetration/3some a plus. Thanks to thermidor and catrinella for beta help.
Stuck in the Middle
"And you'll call for help--your mother, Moody, someone--if it gets out of hand?" Remus sounded concerned, but Charlie wasn't. He handled dangerous creatures every day, and he knew Remus, with the potion, wasn't especially dangerous. True, he did still carry the capacity: the strength and speed, for instance, and in general the traits that made werewolves such a danger in the first place, but there was, in Charlie's experienced opinion, nothing to be concerned about on his end. So that left Bill, and Charlie knew Bill wouldn’t hurt him. He couldn’t.
Still, Remus was awaiting reassurance, so Charlie nodded and held up his wand. "Yeah, it won't but if it does, I'll work out something. Though it'd have to be pretty damn out of hand for me to call Mum. She'd go entirely round the twist if she knew about this entire plan in the first place.”
"Hey, now. Your mother isn't an entirely unreasonable woman," Remus began, before he was cut off by a fairly loud snort from Bill. He stopped and chuckled. "Well. All right. She might."
It was true. Molly didn't know anything about the concerns several experts shared about how Bill would do, because no one had wanted to be the one to tell her. Consequently, she had no idea that in addition to her eldest undergoing his first experience with the full moon tonight, her second-eldest had volunteered to act as human guard, in the company of Remus--under the influence of the Wolfsbane--as animal guard.
Charlie was pretty sure he was never going to tell her if there was another choice at all.
The trouble they were having was in assessing Bill's likely response to the moon as it waxed full. There were a number of factors, and they didn't really have enough information to make a guess that anyone was willing to count on, beyond that they were all but sure he wouldn't actually transform. The first problem with their efforts to guess was that Greyback was a rogue. That wasn't new; he had been turning people deliberately for decades now, but beyond that, no one knew anything about how and when he himself had been turned. Even if they'd asked, and Remus wasn't interested in putting himself in that position, no one thought he'd say. So they had no sense of the wolf's bloodline. They did know Bill's quasi-wolf would be the half-brother of Remus's, so that was a start, but that didn't answer their other questions, such as whether Greyback's intent had been murderous, lustful, or merely expedient when he'd hurt Bill. It mattered, as did the relative place in the calendar; the time of year relative to when Greyback had received his own bite was a detail which might make the difference of degrees, and they just didn't have that information.
They were nearly sure they knew he wouldn't be a full-fledged werewolf. Even with the worst of intent and timing, Greyback couldn’t do that. They'd have seen it before; the man didn't practice restraint. What they didn't know was whether the manifestation would be a man-shaped wolf, complete with fur and canine snout; a wolf-shaped man, tugged at by the moon but sane; or something in between in any of a number of ways.
And that was why they needed the guards, the locked and warded room, and the experiment. Which, it seemed, was about to get underway.
Remus had taken his Wolfsbane in the presence of both Bill and Charlie; neither of them had much needed the reassurance, but he'd apparently wanted to offer if. Now, he was calmly removing his shirt. "Not much sense letting things tear," he said with a grimace.
Charlie nodded and turned to Bill. "You probably should--"
"Yeah." Bill reached over his head and snagged the back of his t-shirt to pull up and over as he toed off his sneakers, leaving just his jeans. He looked at Remus, the uncertainty in his eyes worrying to Charlie, who had never need his big brother so lacking in confidence. "I… I feel ridiculous," Bill complained, setting his hands on his buckle but not yet unfastening his belt.
"Yeah, but not as much as if you up and transformed and then were stuck starkers with shredded trousers in the morning," Charlie pointed out.
"That's what Reparo is for," Bill said.
"Not if I tie your trousers in a knot and hide them." Charlie was deliberately lightening the mood, and he saw a flash of thanks in Bill's expression and approval in Remus's.
"You wrrr…" Bill said as he kicked loose his jeans. He frowned. "Yrrr… wrrtrrh?"
Remus shook his head. "Starrtnng," he managed. "D'nn pann'ck." His face began to reshape, muzzle forming and fur sprouting as the change spread downward and he folded to place his front paws on the floor. As Charlie looked on, Bill's face, too, began to change, much more subtly, teeth growing to points like a dog, tongue thinning and hanging out slightly as he panted.
Two minutes later, it was clear that Bill wasn't, at least, going to transform into a wolf-shaped body.
What wasn't clear was what he was doing. He advanced on Charlie, prowling in a way that reminded Charlie of… well, of several things, taken together. Of the obvious: a wolf stalking prey. Of a dragon approaching its mate. Of a wounded animal, preparing to hole up and lick its wounds.
It was unnerving, but Charlie wasn't especially frightened. He looked to Remus, who was on his feet, alert and observant, then back at Bill. "Bill? Can you hear me?"
Nothing about Bill responded, and Charlie felt a slow chill down his spine. They'd known it was possible that Bill's mind would alter even if his body remained fundamentally human, but Charlie, at least, had rather thought he'd at least know his name or respond in some way. "Bill," he started again.
Bill gave no sign he heard or recognized Charlie, moving toward him still in the odd patchwork demeanor that was two steps stalk and one step wince. And then, as he got close, he lunged.
As fast as it happened, Charlie barely had time to bring up his wand, which Bill snatched and broke in two as easily as if it were a strand of spaghetti, and then Remus was leaping and Charlie was ducking and Bill was growling and Charlie realized, horrified, he had to stop it. "No! Remus. You can't. It'll still--"
Remus aborted what would have been a bite and pushed Bill aside, now growling as well.
Bill growled back, deep and throaty and completely uncowed, and lunged toward Charlie again, grabbing with clumsy misshapen hands and tearing at his shirt. "Bill, what are you--" Charlie wasn't sure whether it made any sense to keep talking to Bill, but clearly no one else could; Remus was confined to the sounds his canine mouth could handle, and Bill wasn't even that clear, so if anyone was going to talk, it was going to have to be him. Talking to his dragons always helped, anyway, so if nothing else, perhaps a soothing tone would make a difference. He gathered the tatters of his shirt, trying to take things slowly even as Bill's aggressive behavior continued, then gave up and put up his hands to push away as Bill growled again, stepping closer and baring his teeth to bite down on his shoulder. Remus leapt again, knocking Bill away from him, and the two of them tussled, Charlie wedged against the wall behind them watching carefully. He still needed to stop Remus if he forgot himself and let the wolf instinct show through enough to bite.
Finally, Bill retreated momentarily, enough for Remus to let up slightly and look at Charlie, tilting his head inquisitively, eyes darting back and forth from the bite to Charlie's face.
"'S okay," Charlie said. "I'd. It'd show now, right? I'd feel something?"
Remus barked and tossed his head up twice.
"Right. I just feel pain like someone punched a hole in my shoulder. Nothing odd. Anyway. You can't hurt him," Charlie said.
Remus moved out from between them and looked back and forth from Charlie's eyes to Bill's crotch, dancing from foot to foot as though nervous, leading Charlie to look. At Bill's rather pronounced erection.
He wasn't quite sure what to say, though before he considered further "Well, fuck" came out his mouth.
All at once, Bill surged forward again, evading Remus and standing, feet wide, pinning Charlie to the wall with strength Charlie's own muscular body couldn’t fight. He pawed at him, licking gently at the puncture he'd just made in the meat of Charlie's shoulder, then moving down, nuzzling and snuffling at his chest and belly and on down to his groin and thighs. Charlie blinked. "Uh, Bill?"
Remus head-butted Bill away again, but Bill had the shortened fingers of his hands hooked into Charlie's waistband and didn't shake off easily. Eventually, Charlie found himself dragged to the ground by the combined force of Bill holding on and Remus trying to remove him. Bill's dull, nearly claw-like nails dug into his stomach as the air was forced out of him with a whoosh when he hit the ground, and then before he could do anything about it, Bill was unfastening--tearing and unfastening, some of each, as though he almost understood the human mechanism, but not quite, and he wasn't patient enough to deal with it either way. Charlie gasped and wheezed and tried to roll away, but Bill growled again and held him down.
Remus's answering growl-and-bark had no effect, and neither did Charlie telling Bill to stop, and then there was another tussle, and again Charlie feared Remus would bite Bill. He watched, tense, his shoulder throbbing as he worried and tried to figure out how they'd managed not to think of this problem. Of all the eventualities they'd considered, it hadn't occurred to them that Bill would be entirely wild, but not respond to Remus as his leader or at least, as a big animal that would distract him, as Remus's friends had done for him decades ago as animagi. It hadn't occurred to them, and Remus was clearly becoming frustrated. At no time during the fight did Bill leave the way clear for Charlie to get to the door, and by the way he kept examining the distances, Charlie was reasonably sure this was deliberate.
Finally, as Bill got past Remus again and went back to snuffling and pawing at Charlie's crotch, Charlie sat up. "Remus, look. I don't think he plans to hurt me. He seems to want …something else." He shook his head. "No, really."
Remus sat down and whined.
"Yeah, I know. It's a bit odd. But we can't. Look, he doesn't seem inclined to let me out of here, and you can't keep fighting with him. He's obviously got some fairly specific areas of his intellect intact--"
Remus made a sound that came off ridiculously like "Aroo?"
"Well. He went right for the wand. And the shirt."
Bill growled, and Charlie nodded. "See? And if you keep going the way you're going, eventually you'll manage to bite him." He reached carefully with his uninjured arm and ran a hand through Bill's hair, petting him. Bill snarled again, then settled beside Charlie, lapping at the wound on his shoulder, careful tension in every making it clear he still wasn't going to let Charlie up; this was merely a truce.
Remus yelped at the suggestion he wouldn’t be able to keep overruling the urge to bite in a fight situation, but Charlie shook his head. "No. Really. You'll get annoyed, and you'll wind up biting, and there's really no way of knowing what that'll do. Totally wolf instinct, and not your fault you can't entirely contain it."
Remus let his feet slide forward until he was lying down, then folded his paws over his nose.
"Yeah, I know. Not ideal. But--"
Remus yipped and jumped back up, jumping over both of them and snuffling at Bill, licking his thighs, dragging his long pink tongue over Bill's balls.
"You're going to distract him? But that's just as messed up--"
Bill stilled for a moment, watching Remus lick him, then growled, gave one last lick, and went back to shredding Charlie's jeans until he got to skin, which he, in turn, licked and sniffed enthusiastically. Remus gave up on Bill and came up next to him and began licking as well. Charlie blinked. "What are you-- All right, this is just. Remus, it's not that I mind you, um. Okay, that feels kind of nice, only--"
Remus looked up and tilted his head, almost managing some sort of communication, but then Bill snapped again, and they tussled a bit and then both went back to licking.
Eventually Bill rumbled again and pushed Remus away, but Remus kept on, and Charlie took a deep breath and propped himself up on his elbows. He was pretty sure--had been for a while--that this was going to end up in sex of some sort. Sex involving him. With one or the other of them. It was Bill's clear goal and apparently Remus's reluctant one. And while he'd never especially considered either his brother or a wolf as a sex partner (good lord. He'd also never considered using that clause ever), well. This was the situation, and watching them fight for dominance, more or less, was kind of fascinating, outside of the issue of the entire set of circumstances being really entirely and completely wrong.
Not as fascinating as if they were dragons, but then, if they were, the odds they'd have any interest in him were nil. They'd be way too busy with the fighting part, for one thing, and for another, his tiny cock--tiny in relation to a dragon, thanks--would be less than noteworthy.
Finally Remus staggered under the weight of Bill's push once more, and snapped again, so Bill grumbled and moved, placing himself between Charlie's thighs, holding Charlie's wrist down easily and pulling up one thigh out of the mostly-shredded fabric of the thigh of his jeans, clearly intent now on nothing but fucking. "Oi," Charlie said. "That'll hurt. Stop, Bill." He shuddered as Bill utterly failed to respond to his name and stuck with what his body wanted, then gritted his teeth. Fine. This was going to suck, but he wasn't willing to do anything that would lead to more aggressive behavior on anyone's part. He'd let it happen, get it done, and wait it out until morning.
Remus looked back and forth between them, then shoved Bill back again. Charlie stayed still and tried not to wince as Bill lunged and prodded, and Remus pushed. He didn't know how this was going to come out, but he was pretty sure he had no control over the situation, and he might as well just see where it took him.
He lifted his head back up, surprised, a moment later, when he felt Remus's wet nose where his jeans were being drug the rest of the way off--what was left of them, anyway--and then the nose again, nudging at his balls as a long warm tongue licked slowly, the tongue strong enough to move him, but gentle in a way a human tongue …wasn't. He blinked, then looked at Bill, who, for a wonder, was watching, fascinated.
Charlie looked back down past his cock at Remus--at the sodding wolf between his legs--and raised his eyebrows. "That's actually rather nice," he said. "Weird, course, but I suppose I might as well, well. It's not awful."
Remus stopped for a moment and gave a little self-satisfied yip, then went back to what he'd been doing.
Bill watched a moment longer, one rough hand awkwardly grasping and tugging his erection, then swiftly bent to help lick.
Charlie gasped and groaned, a bit alarmed as Bill closed his mouth on Charlie's cock because, oh dear, teeth. However, now that Bill had calmed and apparently come to realize his prize wasn't running away, he was surprisingly gentle.
When he scraped with his sharp teeth, Charlie shuddered, but then relaxed. It was all right. Mostly.
Remus nudged at his thigh, once again communicating by way of wet nose, and Charlie lifted his knee. "That?"
Remus yipped and nudged at the other knee, so Charlie lifted that too, feeling as though he were taking part in some bizarre women's health exam with such careful attention to his genitals as one kind of not sexy person nudged at him down there as he lay with his knees in the air.
And then, Remus went back to licking, sliding that long flexible tongue along his arsecrack, and Charlie completely forgot he'd had any opinion whatsoever as to anything that was going on here. "Holy fuck," he managed. "Holy fucking. God fucking damn. You have your motherfucking tongue--"
Bill looked up, a low growl that was nearly below the range of Charlie's hearing forming as he apparently perceived threat in Charlie's tone. Charlie panted slightly and reached up a shaky hand to pet again.
Bill went back to what might loosely be termed sucking him, though his mouth wasn't quite formed right to actually generate suction, and Charlie went back to cursing fluidly with pleasure, keeping a hand in Bill's hair to keep him calm. They settled into enough of a pattern--Charlie talking, unable to shut up; Remus lapping, brilliant long tongue slicking and wetting his arsehole in a way not like anything he'd felt before; and Bill crudely sucking his increasingly interested cock--that Charlie was surprised when, apparently at some signal only Bill could sense, Bill lunged again, rolling Charlie haphazardly and forcing him onto all fours.
Charlie whined, but this time it was at the loss of both tongues, and shortly he was surprised again, to find himself pushing back against the head of Bill's cock. He knew it was wrong to beg his mindless brother to fuck him, but he'd known this or something like it was inevitable, and now he was used to the idea. He looked at Remus, shook his head, and looked over his shoulder at Bill, who was staring down at where his cock was just breaching Charlie.
Remus gave another little "aroo," which Charlie took to mean, fuck, are you fucking sure?"
Charlie took a breath and nodded. It was keeping Bill calm, keeping the peace, and as an added bonus, it was pretty damn good.
As long as he didn't think too hard about who he was--oh fuck!
Charlie had closed his eyes, just letting it all happen, so he hadn't seen Remus drop to the ground and roll until all at once he felt that amazing tongue again, licking long, long wet stripes on his cock. He groaned and pushed back harder, letting himself go. "Better not fucking bite me," he said roughly.
Remus stopped and set his teeth on Charlie's cock, then yipped again, and went back to licking.
"Bastard."
Remus turned to look at Charlie, tongue hanging ridiculously as he panted, and Charlie grinned even as he pushed and groaned. "Fine. Not a bastard. Lick!"
Remus blinked slowly and raised his muzzle up again to lap gently, and between that and Bill holding his hips and pushing into him, Charlie knew this wasn't going to take very long. He gritted his teeth and tried to make it last, but it was hopeless.
And when Bill growled again and moved faster, the tension of his fingers and body making it clear he was close, that was the end of that. Charlie came all over Remus's face.
Remus wriggled back over onto his belly and stood, licking his nose clean and watching Bill continue to move just for a moment more. Charlie blinked at the sight of the wolf cheerfully cleaning his nose, then shrugged. It certainly wasn't any more bizarre than any of the rest of this evening.
He let himself sprawl forward as Bill let him go, wondering how this would go from here. He was a bit sore, but the bite had stopped bleeding and all in all, if this was the worst of it, it wasn't so bad. At least they knew. He thought about getting up and going over to the sofa, but the carpet was thick enough, and before he'd actually taken any action, Bill was beside him again, licking him all over, long strokes that reminded Charlie of nothing so much as a cat grooming her kittens. Well, or a dog.
He snorted, and Remus turned toward him suddenly, clearly concerned. Charlie laughed. "Nothing. Just. I think Bill and I now have the most complicated relationship on the planet. Now he's treating me like one of his litter."
Remus shook his head as though flinging off water, then put his head down again, paws over his nose.
"I know," Charlie said, unable to think about it further, though he supposed at some point this was going to make for an exceptionally interesting conversation. He relaxed under Bill's tongue, and when Bill pushed him to turn over, he did. At some point during his bath, he fell asleep.
--
Charlie woke, warm and sore, and lifted his head.
He had his arm around Bill, who was returned to normal and was sound asleep. He looked over his shoulder. Remus was tucked up behind him, also entirely human and awake. "Hi."
"You all right?" Remus sounded concerned again, and Charlie wondered how they'd come all the way back around. "You didn't contact--"
"You might remember there was a problem with that."
Remus sighed and rose up to brace on one hand. "We thought we had everything under control. Damn. I can't believe we didn't account for that particular--"
"Hey. It's all right. I'm whole. It was a little weird, but… okay, a lot weird…" Charlie trailed off as he realized Bill had awakened as they spoke, and tensed. "Bill?"
"What happened?" He started to roll over than groaned. "Fuck. I feel as though I've been fighting. Wrestling or brawling or something."
Charlie looked up at Remus and grimaced, then rose up himself, to look at Bill. "No memory, then?"
"Of what? Also, why are we all asleep on the floor?
It appeared the interesting conversation period was about to begin.
Pairing: Bill/Charlie/Remus
Rating: NC17
Words: ~3750
Warnings: Er. Bestial dubcon incest, sort of?
A/N: for the pornish_pixies fantasy fest, for snegurochka_lee, who asked for BW/CW/RL: BW's first moon, CW assigned as human guard; RL as (Wolfsbaned) wolf!guard . If BW transforms: kinky bestiality ensues; if not, then Incredible Hulk thing instead, aggression, dubcon w/ CW. RL fits in somewhere. Double penetration/3some a plus. Thanks to thermidor and catrinella for beta help.
Stuck in the Middle
"And you'll call for help--your mother, Moody, someone--if it gets out of hand?" Remus sounded concerned, but Charlie wasn't. He handled dangerous creatures every day, and he knew Remus, with the potion, wasn't especially dangerous. True, he did still carry the capacity: the strength and speed, for instance, and in general the traits that made werewolves such a danger in the first place, but there was, in Charlie's experienced opinion, nothing to be concerned about on his end. So that left Bill, and Charlie knew Bill wouldn’t hurt him. He couldn’t.
Still, Remus was awaiting reassurance, so Charlie nodded and held up his wand. "Yeah, it won't but if it does, I'll work out something. Though it'd have to be pretty damn out of hand for me to call Mum. She'd go entirely round the twist if she knew about this entire plan in the first place.”
"Hey, now. Your mother isn't an entirely unreasonable woman," Remus began, before he was cut off by a fairly loud snort from Bill. He stopped and chuckled. "Well. All right. She might."
It was true. Molly didn't know anything about the concerns several experts shared about how Bill would do, because no one had wanted to be the one to tell her. Consequently, she had no idea that in addition to her eldest undergoing his first experience with the full moon tonight, her second-eldest had volunteered to act as human guard, in the company of Remus--under the influence of the Wolfsbane--as animal guard.
Charlie was pretty sure he was never going to tell her if there was another choice at all.
The trouble they were having was in assessing Bill's likely response to the moon as it waxed full. There were a number of factors, and they didn't really have enough information to make a guess that anyone was willing to count on, beyond that they were all but sure he wouldn't actually transform. The first problem with their efforts to guess was that Greyback was a rogue. That wasn't new; he had been turning people deliberately for decades now, but beyond that, no one knew anything about how and when he himself had been turned. Even if they'd asked, and Remus wasn't interested in putting himself in that position, no one thought he'd say. So they had no sense of the wolf's bloodline. They did know Bill's quasi-wolf would be the half-brother of Remus's, so that was a start, but that didn't answer their other questions, such as whether Greyback's intent had been murderous, lustful, or merely expedient when he'd hurt Bill. It mattered, as did the relative place in the calendar; the time of year relative to when Greyback had received his own bite was a detail which might make the difference of degrees, and they just didn't have that information.
They were nearly sure they knew he wouldn't be a full-fledged werewolf. Even with the worst of intent and timing, Greyback couldn’t do that. They'd have seen it before; the man didn't practice restraint. What they didn't know was whether the manifestation would be a man-shaped wolf, complete with fur and canine snout; a wolf-shaped man, tugged at by the moon but sane; or something in between in any of a number of ways.
And that was why they needed the guards, the locked and warded room, and the experiment. Which, it seemed, was about to get underway.
Remus had taken his Wolfsbane in the presence of both Bill and Charlie; neither of them had much needed the reassurance, but he'd apparently wanted to offer if. Now, he was calmly removing his shirt. "Not much sense letting things tear," he said with a grimace.
Charlie nodded and turned to Bill. "You probably should--"
"Yeah." Bill reached over his head and snagged the back of his t-shirt to pull up and over as he toed off his sneakers, leaving just his jeans. He looked at Remus, the uncertainty in his eyes worrying to Charlie, who had never need his big brother so lacking in confidence. "I… I feel ridiculous," Bill complained, setting his hands on his buckle but not yet unfastening his belt.
"Yeah, but not as much as if you up and transformed and then were stuck starkers with shredded trousers in the morning," Charlie pointed out.
"That's what Reparo is for," Bill said.
"Not if I tie your trousers in a knot and hide them." Charlie was deliberately lightening the mood, and he saw a flash of thanks in Bill's expression and approval in Remus's.
"You wrrr…" Bill said as he kicked loose his jeans. He frowned. "Yrrr… wrrtrrh?"
Remus shook his head. "Starrtnng," he managed. "D'nn pann'ck." His face began to reshape, muzzle forming and fur sprouting as the change spread downward and he folded to place his front paws on the floor. As Charlie looked on, Bill's face, too, began to change, much more subtly, teeth growing to points like a dog, tongue thinning and hanging out slightly as he panted.
Two minutes later, it was clear that Bill wasn't, at least, going to transform into a wolf-shaped body.
What wasn't clear was what he was doing. He advanced on Charlie, prowling in a way that reminded Charlie of… well, of several things, taken together. Of the obvious: a wolf stalking prey. Of a dragon approaching its mate. Of a wounded animal, preparing to hole up and lick its wounds.
It was unnerving, but Charlie wasn't especially frightened. He looked to Remus, who was on his feet, alert and observant, then back at Bill. "Bill? Can you hear me?"
Nothing about Bill responded, and Charlie felt a slow chill down his spine. They'd known it was possible that Bill's mind would alter even if his body remained fundamentally human, but Charlie, at least, had rather thought he'd at least know his name or respond in some way. "Bill," he started again.
Bill gave no sign he heard or recognized Charlie, moving toward him still in the odd patchwork demeanor that was two steps stalk and one step wince. And then, as he got close, he lunged.
As fast as it happened, Charlie barely had time to bring up his wand, which Bill snatched and broke in two as easily as if it were a strand of spaghetti, and then Remus was leaping and Charlie was ducking and Bill was growling and Charlie realized, horrified, he had to stop it. "No! Remus. You can't. It'll still--"
Remus aborted what would have been a bite and pushed Bill aside, now growling as well.
Bill growled back, deep and throaty and completely uncowed, and lunged toward Charlie again, grabbing with clumsy misshapen hands and tearing at his shirt. "Bill, what are you--" Charlie wasn't sure whether it made any sense to keep talking to Bill, but clearly no one else could; Remus was confined to the sounds his canine mouth could handle, and Bill wasn't even that clear, so if anyone was going to talk, it was going to have to be him. Talking to his dragons always helped, anyway, so if nothing else, perhaps a soothing tone would make a difference. He gathered the tatters of his shirt, trying to take things slowly even as Bill's aggressive behavior continued, then gave up and put up his hands to push away as Bill growled again, stepping closer and baring his teeth to bite down on his shoulder. Remus leapt again, knocking Bill away from him, and the two of them tussled, Charlie wedged against the wall behind them watching carefully. He still needed to stop Remus if he forgot himself and let the wolf instinct show through enough to bite.
Finally, Bill retreated momentarily, enough for Remus to let up slightly and look at Charlie, tilting his head inquisitively, eyes darting back and forth from the bite to Charlie's face.
"'S okay," Charlie said. "I'd. It'd show now, right? I'd feel something?"
Remus barked and tossed his head up twice.
"Right. I just feel pain like someone punched a hole in my shoulder. Nothing odd. Anyway. You can't hurt him," Charlie said.
Remus moved out from between them and looked back and forth from Charlie's eyes to Bill's crotch, dancing from foot to foot as though nervous, leading Charlie to look. At Bill's rather pronounced erection.
He wasn't quite sure what to say, though before he considered further "Well, fuck" came out his mouth.
All at once, Bill surged forward again, evading Remus and standing, feet wide, pinning Charlie to the wall with strength Charlie's own muscular body couldn’t fight. He pawed at him, licking gently at the puncture he'd just made in the meat of Charlie's shoulder, then moving down, nuzzling and snuffling at his chest and belly and on down to his groin and thighs. Charlie blinked. "Uh, Bill?"
Remus head-butted Bill away again, but Bill had the shortened fingers of his hands hooked into Charlie's waistband and didn't shake off easily. Eventually, Charlie found himself dragged to the ground by the combined force of Bill holding on and Remus trying to remove him. Bill's dull, nearly claw-like nails dug into his stomach as the air was forced out of him with a whoosh when he hit the ground, and then before he could do anything about it, Bill was unfastening--tearing and unfastening, some of each, as though he almost understood the human mechanism, but not quite, and he wasn't patient enough to deal with it either way. Charlie gasped and wheezed and tried to roll away, but Bill growled again and held him down.
Remus's answering growl-and-bark had no effect, and neither did Charlie telling Bill to stop, and then there was another tussle, and again Charlie feared Remus would bite Bill. He watched, tense, his shoulder throbbing as he worried and tried to figure out how they'd managed not to think of this problem. Of all the eventualities they'd considered, it hadn't occurred to them that Bill would be entirely wild, but not respond to Remus as his leader or at least, as a big animal that would distract him, as Remus's friends had done for him decades ago as animagi. It hadn't occurred to them, and Remus was clearly becoming frustrated. At no time during the fight did Bill leave the way clear for Charlie to get to the door, and by the way he kept examining the distances, Charlie was reasonably sure this was deliberate.
Finally, as Bill got past Remus again and went back to snuffling and pawing at Charlie's crotch, Charlie sat up. "Remus, look. I don't think he plans to hurt me. He seems to want …something else." He shook his head. "No, really."
Remus sat down and whined.
"Yeah, I know. It's a bit odd. But we can't. Look, he doesn't seem inclined to let me out of here, and you can't keep fighting with him. He's obviously got some fairly specific areas of his intellect intact--"
Remus made a sound that came off ridiculously like "Aroo?"
"Well. He went right for the wand. And the shirt."
Bill growled, and Charlie nodded. "See? And if you keep going the way you're going, eventually you'll manage to bite him." He reached carefully with his uninjured arm and ran a hand through Bill's hair, petting him. Bill snarled again, then settled beside Charlie, lapping at the wound on his shoulder, careful tension in every making it clear he still wasn't going to let Charlie up; this was merely a truce.
Remus yelped at the suggestion he wouldn’t be able to keep overruling the urge to bite in a fight situation, but Charlie shook his head. "No. Really. You'll get annoyed, and you'll wind up biting, and there's really no way of knowing what that'll do. Totally wolf instinct, and not your fault you can't entirely contain it."
Remus let his feet slide forward until he was lying down, then folded his paws over his nose.
"Yeah, I know. Not ideal. But--"
Remus yipped and jumped back up, jumping over both of them and snuffling at Bill, licking his thighs, dragging his long pink tongue over Bill's balls.
"You're going to distract him? But that's just as messed up--"
Bill stilled for a moment, watching Remus lick him, then growled, gave one last lick, and went back to shredding Charlie's jeans until he got to skin, which he, in turn, licked and sniffed enthusiastically. Remus gave up on Bill and came up next to him and began licking as well. Charlie blinked. "What are you-- All right, this is just. Remus, it's not that I mind you, um. Okay, that feels kind of nice, only--"
Remus looked up and tilted his head, almost managing some sort of communication, but then Bill snapped again, and they tussled a bit and then both went back to licking.
Eventually Bill rumbled again and pushed Remus away, but Remus kept on, and Charlie took a deep breath and propped himself up on his elbows. He was pretty sure--had been for a while--that this was going to end up in sex of some sort. Sex involving him. With one or the other of them. It was Bill's clear goal and apparently Remus's reluctant one. And while he'd never especially considered either his brother or a wolf as a sex partner (good lord. He'd also never considered using that clause ever), well. This was the situation, and watching them fight for dominance, more or less, was kind of fascinating, outside of the issue of the entire set of circumstances being really entirely and completely wrong.
Not as fascinating as if they were dragons, but then, if they were, the odds they'd have any interest in him were nil. They'd be way too busy with the fighting part, for one thing, and for another, his tiny cock--tiny in relation to a dragon, thanks--would be less than noteworthy.
Finally Remus staggered under the weight of Bill's push once more, and snapped again, so Bill grumbled and moved, placing himself between Charlie's thighs, holding Charlie's wrist down easily and pulling up one thigh out of the mostly-shredded fabric of the thigh of his jeans, clearly intent now on nothing but fucking. "Oi," Charlie said. "That'll hurt. Stop, Bill." He shuddered as Bill utterly failed to respond to his name and stuck with what his body wanted, then gritted his teeth. Fine. This was going to suck, but he wasn't willing to do anything that would lead to more aggressive behavior on anyone's part. He'd let it happen, get it done, and wait it out until morning.
Remus looked back and forth between them, then shoved Bill back again. Charlie stayed still and tried not to wince as Bill lunged and prodded, and Remus pushed. He didn't know how this was going to come out, but he was pretty sure he had no control over the situation, and he might as well just see where it took him.
He lifted his head back up, surprised, a moment later, when he felt Remus's wet nose where his jeans were being drug the rest of the way off--what was left of them, anyway--and then the nose again, nudging at his balls as a long warm tongue licked slowly, the tongue strong enough to move him, but gentle in a way a human tongue …wasn't. He blinked, then looked at Bill, who, for a wonder, was watching, fascinated.
Charlie looked back down past his cock at Remus--at the sodding wolf between his legs--and raised his eyebrows. "That's actually rather nice," he said. "Weird, course, but I suppose I might as well, well. It's not awful."
Remus stopped for a moment and gave a little self-satisfied yip, then went back to what he'd been doing.
Bill watched a moment longer, one rough hand awkwardly grasping and tugging his erection, then swiftly bent to help lick.
Charlie gasped and groaned, a bit alarmed as Bill closed his mouth on Charlie's cock because, oh dear, teeth. However, now that Bill had calmed and apparently come to realize his prize wasn't running away, he was surprisingly gentle.
When he scraped with his sharp teeth, Charlie shuddered, but then relaxed. It was all right. Mostly.
Remus nudged at his thigh, once again communicating by way of wet nose, and Charlie lifted his knee. "That?"
Remus yipped and nudged at the other knee, so Charlie lifted that too, feeling as though he were taking part in some bizarre women's health exam with such careful attention to his genitals as one kind of not sexy person nudged at him down there as he lay with his knees in the air.
And then, Remus went back to licking, sliding that long flexible tongue along his arsecrack, and Charlie completely forgot he'd had any opinion whatsoever as to anything that was going on here. "Holy fuck," he managed. "Holy fucking. God fucking damn. You have your motherfucking tongue--"
Bill looked up, a low growl that was nearly below the range of Charlie's hearing forming as he apparently perceived threat in Charlie's tone. Charlie panted slightly and reached up a shaky hand to pet again.
Bill went back to what might loosely be termed sucking him, though his mouth wasn't quite formed right to actually generate suction, and Charlie went back to cursing fluidly with pleasure, keeping a hand in Bill's hair to keep him calm. They settled into enough of a pattern--Charlie talking, unable to shut up; Remus lapping, brilliant long tongue slicking and wetting his arsehole in a way not like anything he'd felt before; and Bill crudely sucking his increasingly interested cock--that Charlie was surprised when, apparently at some signal only Bill could sense, Bill lunged again, rolling Charlie haphazardly and forcing him onto all fours.
Charlie whined, but this time it was at the loss of both tongues, and shortly he was surprised again, to find himself pushing back against the head of Bill's cock. He knew it was wrong to beg his mindless brother to fuck him, but he'd known this or something like it was inevitable, and now he was used to the idea. He looked at Remus, shook his head, and looked over his shoulder at Bill, who was staring down at where his cock was just breaching Charlie.
Remus gave another little "aroo," which Charlie took to mean, fuck, are you fucking sure?"
Charlie took a breath and nodded. It was keeping Bill calm, keeping the peace, and as an added bonus, it was pretty damn good.
As long as he didn't think too hard about who he was--oh fuck!
Charlie had closed his eyes, just letting it all happen, so he hadn't seen Remus drop to the ground and roll until all at once he felt that amazing tongue again, licking long, long wet stripes on his cock. He groaned and pushed back harder, letting himself go. "Better not fucking bite me," he said roughly.
Remus stopped and set his teeth on Charlie's cock, then yipped again, and went back to licking.
"Bastard."
Remus turned to look at Charlie, tongue hanging ridiculously as he panted, and Charlie grinned even as he pushed and groaned. "Fine. Not a bastard. Lick!"
Remus blinked slowly and raised his muzzle up again to lap gently, and between that and Bill holding his hips and pushing into him, Charlie knew this wasn't going to take very long. He gritted his teeth and tried to make it last, but it was hopeless.
And when Bill growled again and moved faster, the tension of his fingers and body making it clear he was close, that was the end of that. Charlie came all over Remus's face.
Remus wriggled back over onto his belly and stood, licking his nose clean and watching Bill continue to move just for a moment more. Charlie blinked at the sight of the wolf cheerfully cleaning his nose, then shrugged. It certainly wasn't any more bizarre than any of the rest of this evening.
He let himself sprawl forward as Bill let him go, wondering how this would go from here. He was a bit sore, but the bite had stopped bleeding and all in all, if this was the worst of it, it wasn't so bad. At least they knew. He thought about getting up and going over to the sofa, but the carpet was thick enough, and before he'd actually taken any action, Bill was beside him again, licking him all over, long strokes that reminded Charlie of nothing so much as a cat grooming her kittens. Well, or a dog.
He snorted, and Remus turned toward him suddenly, clearly concerned. Charlie laughed. "Nothing. Just. I think Bill and I now have the most complicated relationship on the planet. Now he's treating me like one of his litter."
Remus shook his head as though flinging off water, then put his head down again, paws over his nose.
"I know," Charlie said, unable to think about it further, though he supposed at some point this was going to make for an exceptionally interesting conversation. He relaxed under Bill's tongue, and when Bill pushed him to turn over, he did. At some point during his bath, he fell asleep.
--
Charlie woke, warm and sore, and lifted his head.
He had his arm around Bill, who was returned to normal and was sound asleep. He looked over his shoulder. Remus was tucked up behind him, also entirely human and awake. "Hi."
"You all right?" Remus sounded concerned again, and Charlie wondered how they'd come all the way back around. "You didn't contact--"
"You might remember there was a problem with that."
Remus sighed and rose up to brace on one hand. "We thought we had everything under control. Damn. I can't believe we didn't account for that particular--"
"Hey. It's all right. I'm whole. It was a little weird, but… okay, a lot weird…" Charlie trailed off as he realized Bill had awakened as they spoke, and tensed. "Bill?"
"What happened?" He started to roll over than groaned. "Fuck. I feel as though I've been fighting. Wrestling or brawling or something."
Charlie looked up at Remus and grimaced, then rose up himself, to look at Bill. "No memory, then?"
"Of what? Also, why are we all asleep on the floor?
It appeared the interesting conversation period was about to begin.