Umm...so this is totes some sexiness...
Title: New Attractions
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Remus/Bill
Rating: R
Summary/Notes: Bill realizes a new attraction after his run in with Greyback. It's slash. Don't read if you don't like.
Bill isn’t sure how he missed this before, but now he sees the attractive side of Remus Lupin. He knows for a fact that he’d noticed right after his run in with Greyback but not why he notices. Remus is different from him. Instead of freckles, he has scars that most likely are all over his body. Bill shivers slightly, trying to direct his thoughts from certain body parts. Remus is also eleven years older than him.
Despite his mother telling him over and over again that it was rude to stare, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the older man. All he’s doing is reading a book but the way he moves, ever so slowly but with obvious purpose, makes the eldest Weasley boy weak at the knees. It makes no sense to him at all. Then Remus looks up, their eyes locking for a moment before Bill forces his gaze to the ground and fights against a blush he can’t quite explain.
“Are you alright, Bill?” The slight concern in the other man’s voice makes him look up, nodding decisively and assuring him he is quite alright. He wonders idly why he feels so off kilter around someone who has been around since he was little. It really makes no sense at all.
****
A few days later, Bill is sitting at the table, drinking a cup of tea when he gets the distinct feeling that he is being watched. Placing his cup gently on the table, he looks up, half expecting his mother to be there. She’s always going on about how it looks like he isn’t eating enough. The only thing is…that it’s not his mother. It’s Remus, watching him quietly before coming to sit down at the table.
“Did…Did you want some tea?”
“Tea would be lovely, Bill.” The way he says his name sends shivers down his spine and the redhead gets up, moving to pour another cup of tea. He still doesn’t understand what’s happening. It wasn’t like he said it in a seductive way or any way that hinted he wanted more than friendship. It just sounded wonderful coming from his lips.
He sets the cup down in front of the older man and pauses for a moment when he notices that Remus seems to be studying him like one of his books. “Is there something on my face?”
“No. Nothing unusual, anyway.” His voice is soft but his words don’t escape his ears. Part of him wants to remark on the ugly scar that now adorns his face and seems to ruin what it was but part of him knows that Remus wouldn’t dare say that his scar was anything other than perfectly fit for his face. He’s heard his mother say the same thing to the other man before.
“Good to know.” He sits down and they drink their tea, an awkward sort of silence settling around them.
******
Remus hasn’t been around Grimmauld Place for a while. Bill doesn’t outwardly admit it, but he’s concerned. It feels like something is tugging on a string attached to his stomach. It makes him want to vomit.
“Bill? You’re looking a little pale. Are you alright?”
For a moment his mind makes the voice sound like Remus’ and he turns quickly only to find his mother looking concerned. “I’m fine. Just…need a cup of tea is all.” He can tell she doesn’t believe a word he says and he almost folds from the look in her eyes. “Really, Mum.”
“He’s going to be fine, you know. Just out on a mission.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turns away and busies himself with the stove, hoping she’ll leave it alone.
“He’ll be back tomorrow.” And with that, she leaves the room and the eldest Weasley child is left to his thoughts.
******
Remus comes back the next day, just as his mother told him he would. He forcefully resists the urge to run over and kiss him. It would most likely end up poorly. He doubts the other man would like being kissed by someone eleven years younger than him so he goes back to cleaning after a courteous ‘welcome back.’
He’s in the second room to the left upstairs when he hears someone step into the room. “I’m almost done, Mum. Honestly. You nit pick worse than when I was little these days.” There’s no response for a moment as the footsteps get closer. Part of him realizes that his mother is not in the room. It makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
“I’ve seen you watching me.” The words send shivers down his spine, the hands on his shoulders causing him to visibly tense.
“I…”
“Shh…” Bill obeys and lets his words drop, standing quietly as he waited for something else to happen. “Relax.” Once again, he does what he’s told. “Good. Now turn around.” The redhead turns slowly, eyes locking with Remus’ as he does.
Something tells him that he should run and so he does, feeling rather stupid afterwards.
******
It’s a couple weeks before he’s at Grimmauld Place again. He’d been off on a mission of his own and he was almost glad to get out of the house. He wasn’t certain how to face Remus again. Especially after making himself look stupid the last time. So it’s a surprise to see the other man staring at him intently from across the room. It makes his knees go weak.
Once everyone is cleared out, he pulls out his wand and looks for something to clean. He needs to keep himself busy. This is what he tells himself as he walks into a room and starts to clear the cobwebs and anything else that might need clearing.
The next thing he knows, he’s stuck to the wall and unable to move. “Great,” he mutters under his breath. He figures he must have set off some booby trap he didn’t know about. “Mum!” He hopes she’ll come and help him out. His wand is lying on the floor across the room, rather useless to him now.
“You needn’t worry your mother, Bill. You’ll be quite alright. I just need to talk to you…” Remus. Bill knows his voice now.
“Remus…I…”
“Just…be quiet…” He doesn’t sound angry but Bill is concerned that he might be. “You listen, I’ll talk.”
Nodding curtly, Bill keeps his mouth shut and stops trying to fight against the powers keeping him stuck to the wall.
“I’ve seen you watching me.” He moves closer and his fingers trace the outline of the scar on the younger man’s face. It makes him shiver. “You are very attractive now, aren’t you?” Bill doesn’t say a word. “And you do realize that at this moment, I could do anything I wanted to you and you couldn’t stop me…” There is a nod of recognition of this fact. “But that’s not what I do…so you really don’t have to worry.” There’s a soft laugh from the werewolf as he takes in the man in front of him.
Bill bites down on his lip, watching the other man closely. He wants to say something, wants to tell him that he can do anything he wants to him because he doesn’t care, he wouldn’t mind. However, he forces himself to stay quiet and try not to give himself away.
“Now…I’ve always been one to believe that if you want something, you ought to take the risk and mention it. I, Remus Lupin, would rather fancy…well…I’ll show you instead.” He leans over and presses his lips against Bill’s, causing the younger man to make a small noise before reciprocating. The eldest Weasley child is far from amused when Remus pulls back and watches him. “I figured as much.” He unsticks him, the slightest of amusement crossing his face as the other man falls to the ground. “Sorry…”
******
The next time Bill sees Remus, he grabs his arm and pulls him into a room, pushing him up against a wall and kissing him. “Your turn,” he murmurs quietly as he pulls back. Somehow he knows Remus understands what he meant.
“Why’d you wait so long?” Bill shrugs a little and looks down at the ground.
“My face…it’s…well…” He gestures vaguely at the scar, shrugging again.
“You’re going to have no problem with all my scars and be upset about yours?” Remus unbuttons his shirt, showing him his torso. Bill notes it is littered with scars and only makes him want to kiss him again. He resists, however, and just studies his body. “You’re giving yourself away.”
“What?” Bill looks at him for a moment, not sure what he means. He’s very surprised to feel a hand over his crotch. A blush spreads itself across his cheeks as he looks down. “I…” He’s cut off by Remus’ lips pressed against him. Maybe he can deal with this.
He squeaks slightly as he is suddenly pushed against the opposite wall and the door shuts. He opens his mouth to say something when his throat constricts and he realizes that he’s been silenced. He’s not sure why but his mind supplies him with many possibilities. Suddenly his pants are around his ankles and there is a breath of warm air around his waist. He looks down only to see Remus on his knees, staring up at him hungrily. His knees go weak and he has to force himself to stay upright.
Remus, catching the slight issue, casts a spell to keep his hips stuck to the wall. He leans over and kisses a trail from one hip to the other. Bill’s boxers suddenly seem very uncomfortable. He mouths Remus’ name, the frustration present on his face. He was past trying to appear like he didn’t want this. Past it completely.
Remus smirked and looked up at him. A moment later his face changed and he looked almost innocent besides the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Yes, Bill?”
“Please,” he mouthed, looking down at him as the older man started to kiss just above his boxers.
“What was that?” He flicks his wand, removing the silencing spell.
He moved his hands to tug at his boxers, making a face. “I want you…” His voice was soft as he looked at him.
“Ah. That’s what you were after.” He flicks his wand so that his hips come unstuck from the wall and pulls down his boxers. It’s not much longer before his tongue flicks out over the head of his cock, causing a shiver to run down Bill’s spine. Remus smirks at a small noise from the redhead and proceeds to take him into his mouth.
Bill groans as his hands clench at his side. It’s warm and feels heavenly to him. He could get lost in this feeling for as long as he wanted. Once Remus starts moving, he can no longer resist the urge and his hands tangle in brown locks and pull lightly. The werewolf makes a small noise, sending vibrations along his cock and causing his eyes to flutter closed. He’s certain he’s never felt anything like this before despite earlier conquests gaining a similar response.
Remus’ mouth works at his cock until he can’t help but release into his mouth. The werewolf holds onto his hips, making sure he doesn’t fall onto the ground. Once he’s moved out of the way, he slowly lowers the younger man to the ground. “Merlin…” Bill leans against Remus, trying to even out his breathing. “That was…” He pauses for a moment as he takes a few breaths. “Amazing…”
“Why thank you.” Remus gives him a cheeky smile, and lets his mouth relax a little. “I had a wonderful time myself.”
Bill laughs softly and leans against the wall. “Mum already knows about this, you do realize.”
“Quite aware.” He laughs and leans over to kiss the redhead next to him. “We’ll have to do this again sometime.”
“Absolutely.”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Remus/Bill
Rating: R
Summary/Notes: Bill realizes a new attraction after his run in with Greyback. It's slash. Don't read if you don't like.
Bill isn’t sure how he missed this before, but now he sees the attractive side of Remus Lupin. He knows for a fact that he’d noticed right after his run in with Greyback but not why he notices. Remus is different from him. Instead of freckles, he has scars that most likely are all over his body. Bill shivers slightly, trying to direct his thoughts from certain body parts. Remus is also eleven years older than him.
Despite his mother telling him over and over again that it was rude to stare, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the older man. All he’s doing is reading a book but the way he moves, ever so slowly but with obvious purpose, makes the eldest Weasley boy weak at the knees. It makes no sense to him at all. Then Remus looks up, their eyes locking for a moment before Bill forces his gaze to the ground and fights against a blush he can’t quite explain.
“Are you alright, Bill?” The slight concern in the other man’s voice makes him look up, nodding decisively and assuring him he is quite alright. He wonders idly why he feels so off kilter around someone who has been around since he was little. It really makes no sense at all.
****
A few days later, Bill is sitting at the table, drinking a cup of tea when he gets the distinct feeling that he is being watched. Placing his cup gently on the table, he looks up, half expecting his mother to be there. She’s always going on about how it looks like he isn’t eating enough. The only thing is…that it’s not his mother. It’s Remus, watching him quietly before coming to sit down at the table.
“Did…Did you want some tea?”
“Tea would be lovely, Bill.” The way he says his name sends shivers down his spine and the redhead gets up, moving to pour another cup of tea. He still doesn’t understand what’s happening. It wasn’t like he said it in a seductive way or any way that hinted he wanted more than friendship. It just sounded wonderful coming from his lips.
He sets the cup down in front of the older man and pauses for a moment when he notices that Remus seems to be studying him like one of his books. “Is there something on my face?”
“No. Nothing unusual, anyway.” His voice is soft but his words don’t escape his ears. Part of him wants to remark on the ugly scar that now adorns his face and seems to ruin what it was but part of him knows that Remus wouldn’t dare say that his scar was anything other than perfectly fit for his face. He’s heard his mother say the same thing to the other man before.
“Good to know.” He sits down and they drink their tea, an awkward sort of silence settling around them.
******
Remus hasn’t been around Grimmauld Place for a while. Bill doesn’t outwardly admit it, but he’s concerned. It feels like something is tugging on a string attached to his stomach. It makes him want to vomit.
“Bill? You’re looking a little pale. Are you alright?”
For a moment his mind makes the voice sound like Remus’ and he turns quickly only to find his mother looking concerned. “I’m fine. Just…need a cup of tea is all.” He can tell she doesn’t believe a word he says and he almost folds from the look in her eyes. “Really, Mum.”
“He’s going to be fine, you know. Just out on a mission.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turns away and busies himself with the stove, hoping she’ll leave it alone.
“He’ll be back tomorrow.” And with that, she leaves the room and the eldest Weasley child is left to his thoughts.
******
Remus comes back the next day, just as his mother told him he would. He forcefully resists the urge to run over and kiss him. It would most likely end up poorly. He doubts the other man would like being kissed by someone eleven years younger than him so he goes back to cleaning after a courteous ‘welcome back.’
He’s in the second room to the left upstairs when he hears someone step into the room. “I’m almost done, Mum. Honestly. You nit pick worse than when I was little these days.” There’s no response for a moment as the footsteps get closer. Part of him realizes that his mother is not in the room. It makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
“I’ve seen you watching me.” The words send shivers down his spine, the hands on his shoulders causing him to visibly tense.
“I…”
“Shh…” Bill obeys and lets his words drop, standing quietly as he waited for something else to happen. “Relax.” Once again, he does what he’s told. “Good. Now turn around.” The redhead turns slowly, eyes locking with Remus’ as he does.
Something tells him that he should run and so he does, feeling rather stupid afterwards.
******
It’s a couple weeks before he’s at Grimmauld Place again. He’d been off on a mission of his own and he was almost glad to get out of the house. He wasn’t certain how to face Remus again. Especially after making himself look stupid the last time. So it’s a surprise to see the other man staring at him intently from across the room. It makes his knees go weak.
Once everyone is cleared out, he pulls out his wand and looks for something to clean. He needs to keep himself busy. This is what he tells himself as he walks into a room and starts to clear the cobwebs and anything else that might need clearing.
The next thing he knows, he’s stuck to the wall and unable to move. “Great,” he mutters under his breath. He figures he must have set off some booby trap he didn’t know about. “Mum!” He hopes she’ll come and help him out. His wand is lying on the floor across the room, rather useless to him now.
“You needn’t worry your mother, Bill. You’ll be quite alright. I just need to talk to you…” Remus. Bill knows his voice now.
“Remus…I…”
“Just…be quiet…” He doesn’t sound angry but Bill is concerned that he might be. “You listen, I’ll talk.”
Nodding curtly, Bill keeps his mouth shut and stops trying to fight against the powers keeping him stuck to the wall.
“I’ve seen you watching me.” He moves closer and his fingers trace the outline of the scar on the younger man’s face. It makes him shiver. “You are very attractive now, aren’t you?” Bill doesn’t say a word. “And you do realize that at this moment, I could do anything I wanted to you and you couldn’t stop me…” There is a nod of recognition of this fact. “But that’s not what I do…so you really don’t have to worry.” There’s a soft laugh from the werewolf as he takes in the man in front of him.
Bill bites down on his lip, watching the other man closely. He wants to say something, wants to tell him that he can do anything he wants to him because he doesn’t care, he wouldn’t mind. However, he forces himself to stay quiet and try not to give himself away.
“Now…I’ve always been one to believe that if you want something, you ought to take the risk and mention it. I, Remus Lupin, would rather fancy…well…I’ll show you instead.” He leans over and presses his lips against Bill’s, causing the younger man to make a small noise before reciprocating. The eldest Weasley child is far from amused when Remus pulls back and watches him. “I figured as much.” He unsticks him, the slightest of amusement crossing his face as the other man falls to the ground. “Sorry…”
******
The next time Bill sees Remus, he grabs his arm and pulls him into a room, pushing him up against a wall and kissing him. “Your turn,” he murmurs quietly as he pulls back. Somehow he knows Remus understands what he meant.
“Why’d you wait so long?” Bill shrugs a little and looks down at the ground.
“My face…it’s…well…” He gestures vaguely at the scar, shrugging again.
“You’re going to have no problem with all my scars and be upset about yours?” Remus unbuttons his shirt, showing him his torso. Bill notes it is littered with scars and only makes him want to kiss him again. He resists, however, and just studies his body. “You’re giving yourself away.”
“What?” Bill looks at him for a moment, not sure what he means. He’s very surprised to feel a hand over his crotch. A blush spreads itself across his cheeks as he looks down. “I…” He’s cut off by Remus’ lips pressed against him. Maybe he can deal with this.
He squeaks slightly as he is suddenly pushed against the opposite wall and the door shuts. He opens his mouth to say something when his throat constricts and he realizes that he’s been silenced. He’s not sure why but his mind supplies him with many possibilities. Suddenly his pants are around his ankles and there is a breath of warm air around his waist. He looks down only to see Remus on his knees, staring up at him hungrily. His knees go weak and he has to force himself to stay upright.
Remus, catching the slight issue, casts a spell to keep his hips stuck to the wall. He leans over and kisses a trail from one hip to the other. Bill’s boxers suddenly seem very uncomfortable. He mouths Remus’ name, the frustration present on his face. He was past trying to appear like he didn’t want this. Past it completely.
Remus smirked and looked up at him. A moment later his face changed and he looked almost innocent besides the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Yes, Bill?”
“Please,” he mouthed, looking down at him as the older man started to kiss just above his boxers.
“What was that?” He flicks his wand, removing the silencing spell.
He moved his hands to tug at his boxers, making a face. “I want you…” His voice was soft as he looked at him.
“Ah. That’s what you were after.” He flicks his wand so that his hips come unstuck from the wall and pulls down his boxers. It’s not much longer before his tongue flicks out over the head of his cock, causing a shiver to run down Bill’s spine. Remus smirks at a small noise from the redhead and proceeds to take him into his mouth.
Bill groans as his hands clench at his side. It’s warm and feels heavenly to him. He could get lost in this feeling for as long as he wanted. Once Remus starts moving, he can no longer resist the urge and his hands tangle in brown locks and pull lightly. The werewolf makes a small noise, sending vibrations along his cock and causing his eyes to flutter closed. He’s certain he’s never felt anything like this before despite earlier conquests gaining a similar response.
Remus’ mouth works at his cock until he can’t help but release into his mouth. The werewolf holds onto his hips, making sure he doesn’t fall onto the ground. Once he’s moved out of the way, he slowly lowers the younger man to the ground. “Merlin…” Bill leans against Remus, trying to even out his breathing. “That was…” He pauses for a moment as he takes a few breaths. “Amazing…”
“Why thank you.” Remus gives him a cheeky smile, and lets his mouth relax a little. “I had a wonderful time myself.”
Bill laughs softly and leans against the wall. “Mum already knows about this, you do realize.”
“Quite aware.” He laughs and leans over to kiss the redhead next to him. “We’ll have to do this again sometime.”
“Absolutely.”