For sinnocently
Recipient: sinnocently
Author: digital_opium
Pairing: Bill/Charlie
Taming A Werewolf
Except perhaps for Arthur, Charlie Weasley was the most tolerant and even-tempered of the Weasleys. Thus inviting Bill to stay with him in Romania after his brother had lost his job and called off his wedding had seemed like the natural thing to do. It wasn't that the rest of their family wouldn't have taken Bill in.
It's that they already had.
Bill might also have been one of the more tolerant members of the family, if perhaps a little less on the even-tempered side. For the most part, he was cheerful. But since the battle at Hogwarts... well. His temper was a bit quicker these days. The loss of his job had been tough on him. The goblins of Gringotts had been more than willing to keep him on, but after his stay in the hospital after that first full moon, the Ministry had confiscated his wand. No wand, no curse-breaking. The wedding had been called off by Bill shortly after.
The Burrow had been fine for a while. Then there had been two weeks of staying with Fred and George in their flat over their shop in Diagon Alley. And even a couple of days with Percy, though no one mentioned those days, least of all Bill. Everyone assured Charlie that Bill was more than welcome to come to visit, but Bill couldn't stay with them.
So Charlie had a werewolf as a semi-permanent houseguest. He didn't mind it. He rather liked having someone there when he got home from work on days like today. After growing up in the Burrow, it still seemed odd to him to come home to a quiet house. And after having to separate two cranky dragon hatchlings that considered each other food, it was going to be nice just to have someone to talk to for a while. If he could deal with dragons all day, a single werewolf at home shouldn't be too much of a problem.
Bill's housekeeping left a lot to be desired however, Charlie thought with an exasperated sigh. He picked up a shirt from the chair near the front door. Then there was a sock at the bottom of the stairs, and another at the top. He grabbed those as well, and carried them toward Bill's room. He was really going to have to have a talk with Bill about his personal habits...
But, he reflected as he opened the door and stared, it could probably wait until Bill wasn't in the middle of being fucked up against the wall by some guy Charlie had never seen before. By the sound of things, or the lack there of, there was a silencing charm in place. There was also a large pile of galleons and sickles on the chest of drawers near the door. Obviously Bill had found a source of income that didn't require his wizard's wand.
Charlie might have been one of the more tolerant and even-tempered of the Weasleys, but that didn't mean he didn't have a temper. And it hit simmer as he took in the scene.
He knew he should close the door and walk away. It was Bill's business, in more than one sense of the word. But Charlie couldn't take his eyes off the way Bill was standing, one arm bent for his head to lean against. He couldn't stop himself from staring at the way Bill moved with the other man. He couldn't stop watching, even when Bill turned his head slightly and saw Charlie standing in the doorway.
Charlie couldn't breathe when Bill gave him a wicked smile, no doubt taking in the fascination on Charlie's face and the anger in his stance. Charlie watched as Bill, with a lick of his lips, wrapped his free hand around his own cock and started a slow, easy rhythm, so at odds with the way the anonymous man was thrusting into him.
And Charlie literally groaned when Bill's body undulated. The human body just couldn't make that kind of motion when standing up. Hell, most couldn't do that at all. Maybe that was the key. Bill wasn't entirely human anymore. Charlie wondered if that was part of the temptation for the stranger. If Bill used that as a selling point. How intoxicating must it be to have the chance to have sex with a werewolf? To have the illusion of danger, without any real risk?
No, Charlie had never seen a body move like Bill's. But it was obvious that Bill's partner was more than appreciative; his entire body tensed and Charlie could see the red marks his fingers were leaving on his brother's hips. Charlie could imagine he heard the sound of the man's groaned release, even through the nullification of the silencing charm.
And that was it. The man was still fully clothed in comparison to Bill's nude body, and without flourish, he retrieved his wand and cleaned himself up. Without any fuss, he was fully dressed and brushing past Charlie with a content grin in a matter of moments. Just barely, Charlie managed to keep himself from using fists or possibly magic to remove that grin permanently.
The argument that followed was no argument at all. Bill turned to lean against the wall, still stroking himself slowly. It didn't help Charlie's temper any, knowing Bill was mocking him like this. It was that anger that had him stalking into the room. It certainly wasn't the seductive picture that Bill made. Just anger. That's what Charlie told himself.
It was anger that had him knocking the entire pile of coins off the top of the dresser, scattering them across the floor. The smirk on Bill's face just goaded him on, and it was fury that had him slamming Bill against the wall, fingers digging into Bill's shoulders.
Still, Bill didn't fight back. There was something in his eyes, though. Anger? Sorrow? Resignation? Charlie didn't know. Didn't care. It wasn't important, other than Charlie wanted to make it go away. Kissing his brother was maybe not the only way to do that, but it was what came to mind at the moment and then Bill was kissing him back.
No words were exchanged. Touches with fingers and lips and tongue said more than words might have. Charlie told Bill with a kiss that he couldn't turn tricks in his home. With the nimble fingers peeling away Charlie's clothes, Bill agreed. A sharp nip of teeth along ribs and across the plane of Bill's stomach said that Charlie would be happier if Bill retired altogether. A tug at Charlie's hair, then a stroke to a hollowed cheek as Bill looked down at his brother argued back. Charlie used all his powers of persuasion, his tongue tracing and teasing and drawing an orgasm from Bill. And with a kiss, Bill capitulated.
Charlie might be the most tolerant of the Weasleys. He was easily the most easy-going. He could handle family squabbles. And let it never be said that he didn't have a way with dragons. It came as a bit of a surprise to him, however, that he had a newfound talent handling werewolves, as well.
Author: digital_opium
Pairing: Bill/Charlie
Taming A Werewolf
Except perhaps for Arthur, Charlie Weasley was the most tolerant and even-tempered of the Weasleys. Thus inviting Bill to stay with him in Romania after his brother had lost his job and called off his wedding had seemed like the natural thing to do. It wasn't that the rest of their family wouldn't have taken Bill in.
It's that they already had.
Bill might also have been one of the more tolerant members of the family, if perhaps a little less on the even-tempered side. For the most part, he was cheerful. But since the battle at Hogwarts... well. His temper was a bit quicker these days. The loss of his job had been tough on him. The goblins of Gringotts had been more than willing to keep him on, but after his stay in the hospital after that first full moon, the Ministry had confiscated his wand. No wand, no curse-breaking. The wedding had been called off by Bill shortly after.
The Burrow had been fine for a while. Then there had been two weeks of staying with Fred and George in their flat over their shop in Diagon Alley. And even a couple of days with Percy, though no one mentioned those days, least of all Bill. Everyone assured Charlie that Bill was more than welcome to come to visit, but Bill couldn't stay with them.
So Charlie had a werewolf as a semi-permanent houseguest. He didn't mind it. He rather liked having someone there when he got home from work on days like today. After growing up in the Burrow, it still seemed odd to him to come home to a quiet house. And after having to separate two cranky dragon hatchlings that considered each other food, it was going to be nice just to have someone to talk to for a while. If he could deal with dragons all day, a single werewolf at home shouldn't be too much of a problem.
Bill's housekeeping left a lot to be desired however, Charlie thought with an exasperated sigh. He picked up a shirt from the chair near the front door. Then there was a sock at the bottom of the stairs, and another at the top. He grabbed those as well, and carried them toward Bill's room. He was really going to have to have a talk with Bill about his personal habits...
But, he reflected as he opened the door and stared, it could probably wait until Bill wasn't in the middle of being fucked up against the wall by some guy Charlie had never seen before. By the sound of things, or the lack there of, there was a silencing charm in place. There was also a large pile of galleons and sickles on the chest of drawers near the door. Obviously Bill had found a source of income that didn't require his wizard's wand.
Charlie might have been one of the more tolerant and even-tempered of the Weasleys, but that didn't mean he didn't have a temper. And it hit simmer as he took in the scene.
He knew he should close the door and walk away. It was Bill's business, in more than one sense of the word. But Charlie couldn't take his eyes off the way Bill was standing, one arm bent for his head to lean against. He couldn't stop himself from staring at the way Bill moved with the other man. He couldn't stop watching, even when Bill turned his head slightly and saw Charlie standing in the doorway.
Charlie couldn't breathe when Bill gave him a wicked smile, no doubt taking in the fascination on Charlie's face and the anger in his stance. Charlie watched as Bill, with a lick of his lips, wrapped his free hand around his own cock and started a slow, easy rhythm, so at odds with the way the anonymous man was thrusting into him.
And Charlie literally groaned when Bill's body undulated. The human body just couldn't make that kind of motion when standing up. Hell, most couldn't do that at all. Maybe that was the key. Bill wasn't entirely human anymore. Charlie wondered if that was part of the temptation for the stranger. If Bill used that as a selling point. How intoxicating must it be to have the chance to have sex with a werewolf? To have the illusion of danger, without any real risk?
No, Charlie had never seen a body move like Bill's. But it was obvious that Bill's partner was more than appreciative; his entire body tensed and Charlie could see the red marks his fingers were leaving on his brother's hips. Charlie could imagine he heard the sound of the man's groaned release, even through the nullification of the silencing charm.
And that was it. The man was still fully clothed in comparison to Bill's nude body, and without flourish, he retrieved his wand and cleaned himself up. Without any fuss, he was fully dressed and brushing past Charlie with a content grin in a matter of moments. Just barely, Charlie managed to keep himself from using fists or possibly magic to remove that grin permanently.
The argument that followed was no argument at all. Bill turned to lean against the wall, still stroking himself slowly. It didn't help Charlie's temper any, knowing Bill was mocking him like this. It was that anger that had him stalking into the room. It certainly wasn't the seductive picture that Bill made. Just anger. That's what Charlie told himself.
It was anger that had him knocking the entire pile of coins off the top of the dresser, scattering them across the floor. The smirk on Bill's face just goaded him on, and it was fury that had him slamming Bill against the wall, fingers digging into Bill's shoulders.
Still, Bill didn't fight back. There was something in his eyes, though. Anger? Sorrow? Resignation? Charlie didn't know. Didn't care. It wasn't important, other than Charlie wanted to make it go away. Kissing his brother was maybe not the only way to do that, but it was what came to mind at the moment and then Bill was kissing him back.
No words were exchanged. Touches with fingers and lips and tongue said more than words might have. Charlie told Bill with a kiss that he couldn't turn tricks in his home. With the nimble fingers peeling away Charlie's clothes, Bill agreed. A sharp nip of teeth along ribs and across the plane of Bill's stomach said that Charlie would be happier if Bill retired altogether. A tug at Charlie's hair, then a stroke to a hollowed cheek as Bill looked down at his brother argued back. Charlie used all his powers of persuasion, his tongue tracing and teasing and drawing an orgasm from Bill. And with a kiss, Bill capitulated.
Charlie might be the most tolerant of the Weasleys. He was easily the most easy-going. He could handle family squabbles. And let it never be said that he didn't have a way with dragons. It came as a bit of a surprise to him, however, that he had a newfound talent handling werewolves, as well.