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Under Your Feet	By : tlb69 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Bill/Charlie Views: 5867 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Under Your Feet

Charlie fell through the fireplace with little grace, covering himself from head to toe with stale, light ash. He stood brushing himself off, but that made matters worse, as he only managed to smear the ash into his clothing.

“Do you ever clean your fireplace?” Charlie grumbled.

Bill tossed Charlie a feather duster from off his desk. “My office cleaning lady is on vacation,” he said sarcastically. “I need to take a shower, I’ve been checking the structural stability of those pyramids all day, as if that is the best way to utilize my abilities. I’ve got a river of sweat running down my back.

He sat on the edge of his desk, and pulled off his tightly fitting boots, with a grunt. “I'll just pop in the shower and then we can drop by a great cafe and get some take away.” Bill pulled off his gray argyle socks, letting them drop to the floor, and walked through to the loo.

Charlie watched as Bill's sweaty feet left damp imprints on the wooden floor, and his cock started growing. He listened for the taps to turn on and quickly moved over to the desk and knelt down. He picked up one boot and one sock, holding the boot to his nose he inhaled deeply. The familiar sweet and tangy scent of his brother rushed through his scenes, causing him to be painfully hard in his clingy dragon skin leather trousers. He pulled the boot from his nose and smashed the damp sock into his nose, inhaling both from his nose and opened mouth. This was a more powerful sensation, Bill's socks were always better than just the boots, the sheer fact that they were actually touching Bill's gorgeous feet and nearly dripped with his sweat. He stuck his tongue out, and licked at the fabric where Bill's big toe was only minutes ago. The taste sent a powerful jolt through Charlie's body, his cock twitched and he could feel obvious dampness in his y-fronts.

“It's this cute place just outside Beit el-Wali. It's just this little old lady...”

Bill's voice cut through Charlies growing sexual pleasure like dragons breath. He stopped inhaling the sock and opened his eyes in rush of panic. Bill was standing in the doorway, hair disheveled and only wearing his slacks, a disgusted look on his face.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Bill asked, in a threatening drawl.

Charlie removed Bill's sock from his face, setting both the boot and the sock down. He swallowed heavily, his heart raced and he tried to find something to say. “Doxies?”

Bill narrowed his eyes, and stalked over to where Charlie knelt on the floor. “You're humor has never been funny, Charles. What. Are. You. Doing?” He snatched his discarded clothing away from this brother and threw them into the loo. Charlie started to stand, gasping for a breath or thought. Bill lifted his right foot and pushed him. Charlie lost his balance and fell flat on his arse.

“I-I'm sorry. I'll...just go home. No harm,” Charlie murmured, his hands held up in surrender and his heart racing. How could he be such a bloody clod.

“I told you this has got to stop. What were you thinking? I'm married Charlie. What if Fleur came in and saw what you were doing?” Bill raged, waving his hands in the air.

“I'm sorry,” Charlie said softly, looking at the floor and not his brother. He knew he was on the verge of tearing up, it was humiliating being caught with your brothers sock in your face, but what Bill thought meant more to him than anyone. Now Bill knew he was truly sick.

“You're sorry? That's all you have to say?” Bill shouted. Charlie chanced a look at his older brother towering over him. He wasn't a coward after all, but Bill's face was red with anger, and he looked down at him with a look of sheer revulsion.

Charlie made to stand up, but Bill quickly thrust out his foot, making contact with his nose. Charlie fell back, hitting his head on the hard wooden floor. “Shite!” Charlie shouted, in pain. He grabbed his nose, though he was sure it wasn't broke, it was in fact, bleeding.

“Sorry is not good enough, Charlie.” Bill reached into one of his boots and pulled out his wand, pointing it at Charlie.

Charlie raised his left arm in defense, but Bill had already cast the curse. His body was raked with a powerful sting, his shirt felt like it was burning into his flesh. Charlie raised up and yanked at the shirt with such force the pearl snaps flew around the room. “What the fuck!”

“You need a lesson in constraint, little brother.” Bill set the wand on the edge of his desk, not taking his eyes off Charlie.

Charlie's heart continued racing. He sat up letting go of his nose, surrendering to the beating he was about to get. He was looking at his ash covered boots when Bill stepped on his bits. He shouted in pain, trying to get Bill off him.

“S-stop, Bill!” Charlie said, grabbing at Bill's foot but Bill's hand came across his face with such force he fell back to the floor. Charlie looked back up at his brother, surprised to see Bill's wand pointing at his chest again. Grimacing in pain, Charlie didn't move. “Just get it over with then. Crucio me, or what ever. I'll leave and not come back.”

Bill pressed his foot harder into Charlie's bits. “That would be quite convenient for you wouldn't it, Charles. Just run away again, like you always do. After Hogwarts. After you graduated from dragon training school. You ran to that far away dragon reserve to be as far away from your family as possible. I have a family now, and I will do what ever it takes to keep them.”

Charlie looked up into the hatred on his brothers face. Though his body wanted to burst into an emotional response, he forced it down. He stared back at his brother, mulishly.

Bill gave him a wry half smile. Charlie gasped with pleasure as Bill rocked his foot over Charlie's hard shaft.

“Stay down...or else,” Bill said, continuing to rub his foot over Charlie's cock.

“W-what are you d-doing?” Charlie asked, a shutter moving over his body like a wave.

With a flip of Bill's wand, Charlie's trousers pulled at his body before shredding themselves over the floorboards. “OI! Do you know how much those...” Charlie began, shouting but that turned into a moan and his eyes rolled back in his head. Bill had maneuvered Charlie's cock between his big toe and it's neighbour, squeezing first before he awkwardly began stroking.

“Ah, like that do you?” Bill asked, with a hint of annoyance.

“Shite, Bill...gonna...” Charlie felt the embarrassingly rapid orgasm building, it was too much to have Bill's feet on his naked cock, now they were getting him off. He was abruptly brought out of his pleasure when his bits were magically pulled taught, damming up his orgasm.

“This is a punishment,” Bill said, pulling off Charlie's cock. Charlie watched him walk around to stand at his side. He raised his left foot and pressed down into Charlie's face. “Clean my feet; Bitch!”

Charlie could only see Bill with his left eye, his strong and determined glare gave Charlie the impression, this was a listen or get hurt situation. And as Bill was clearly offering Charlie what he truly wanted, he stuck out his tongue and gave a tentative lick. The taste of his brother sent bolts of orgasmic pleasure to his cock, which was now twitching against his stomach, clearly needing release. Charlie reached up with both hands, grasping the foot and began rubbing the underside with his thumbs, while his tongue tasted. He moaned vulgarly when he sucked Bill's big toe into his mouth. A hair from the top of said toe catching between his front teeth.

Charlie's hips bucked up and down, like a dog in heat, trying to get some contact with something as his tongue snaked it's way between Bill's long enticing toes. The cooling sweat tasted like salty and earth, and only fed Charlie's desires. He vaguely heard Bill summon a chair and sat down, nearly pulling his foot from Charlie's grasp. He had begun to map out Bill's foot with his tongue, when Bill again began rubbing his cock with his free foot. Charlie sucked the toes with conviction, while he rutted his cock against Bill's toes.

“Please,” Charlie pleaded, around Bill's smallest toe. He knew how pathetic and vial he sounded but he needed to come.

“Beg for it, you sodding filthy prat!” Bill taunted.

Charlie ran this open mouth along Bill's arch, spit coating it as he ran his tongue back and forth, in quick movements, sucking and slobbering. “Merlin, Bill. Please. I need it. Need to come. Please, Billy,” Charlie mumbled as he continued, tears streaked down his face.

He felt the magic leave his body, and let out a strangled cry around Bill's spit slobbered foot as his cock pumped pearly strands of come over and between Bill's big toes. His entire body seemed to shake from the powerful orgasm. His toes were curled up painfully, his arse cheeks dug into the weathered floorboards beneath, as each spurt rocked his body with pleasure.

“Ow!” Bill yelled pulling his foot from Charlie's mouth. “You prat, you bit me.”

“S-sorry,” Charlie said breathlessly.

“Look what you did to my fucking foot!” Bill sneered, looking at his left foot. “Do I look like a come rag? Clean it off, you pathetic dolt.”

Charlie looked at Bill's come covered foot hovering centimeters over his face. Smiling widely Charlie took Bill's foot in his hand and began cleaning the tender toes with his tongue. The taste of his own come mixed with Bill's sweat had him again panting with ecstasy. He came a second time with Bill's big toe in his mouth, wheezing.

Bill stood up and pushed down on Charlie's face, smearing him with the remnants of come, and spit. “That what you like?”

Charlie lay there panting for breath, his cheek pushed painfully into the wood floor.

“Answer me!” Bill shouted.

Charlie gave a slight nod. He was lifted harshly up by his hair, and thrown into the side of Bill's desk. He grunted in pain, as his elbows were slammed into the edge of the ancient dark wooden desk, trying to shield himself from harm. Bill pushed him over the desk, sending most of the contents to the floor in a loud crash, and held Charlie’s face against the desktop. Charlie opened his eyes and saw a growing cloud of white rising from the now littered floor. His legs were spread and his brother stood between them, his feet standing on top of Charlie’s.

Charlie felt a cooling sensation inside his arse, seconds before Bill shoved his long thick cock inside Charlie's channel in one even thrust. Charlie shouted out from the sharp burning pain, and gripped the edge of the desk for support. Bill left him no time to get used to the intrusion as he began with a fast non-rhythmic pace, muttering vulgarities over top his body.

“Shite, Bill. Hurts,” Charlie cried out, though that only gave Bill more incentive and he thrust harder and faster into Charlie. He pulled completely out several times, and cursed Charlie for it, slamming back inside him and,if possible, a faster pace. Charlie wasn't sure if this was part of the lycanthropy syndrome playing out, he willed his mind to focus on a fixed point on the wall as his brother buggered him into the hard desk.

Charlie had bottomed for a couple blokes he worked with recently, usually over a drunken game or some such. It was painful, but Bill was being brutal, though Charlie believed he deserved it for what he'd been caught doing. With an ear piercing howl, Bill's body stilled, sending his semen deep inside Charlie's dark, abused channel.

Charlie tried to move, but Bill held him down on top the desk. He grunted in pain, then spoke with a hoarse voice. “Bill...”

His brother pulled out and walked quickly to the loo. “That is the last time, Charles. Go home!” Bill slammed the door, leaving Charlie bent over his desk, bruised, and abused. He gingerly stood up, and stared at the loo door, trying to determine if he should join his brother for one last shower. He'd always tried to get Bill to shag him, but Bill always held out; until tonight. He thought of Bill's harsh words, they rang clearly in his mind, and he bent cautiously down to pick up the shredded remnants of his trousers. His legs threatening to give out, but he managed to retrieve his clothes. He walked on shaky feet to the floo. Each step sent a sharp pain from his arse up his spine, increasing the pounding in his head. He grabbed a handful of powder.

“Dragons bed,” he said firmly, throwing the powder on the floor of the fireplace before the rush of green flames engulfed him, sending him to the cold, empty, and foodless room, he called home.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Charlie sat with one leg raised, in front of the window on a small dragon chard bench next to his front door; watching the snow fall in a nearly solid white blanket. He had heated a bowl of goulash soup, a wonderful treat from one of the families on the reserve, wincing in uncomfortable pain as the bench continued to remind him of the episode with his older brother two days ago. He had put himself in an anguished state earlier in the day, resigning himself to a life where his favourite brother wanted no contact with him. He knew he was a minger, Bill was always the good looking one. He and Bill had always had a kinda thing, but now he's messed even that up. “Such is the life...” he whispered, flexing his toes.

He was so hypnotized by the fat flakes as they fell slowly, he almost didn't hear someone dropping out of his floo.

“Smells good, got nee' more?”

Charlie smiled widely, looking down into his full bowl, his heart fluttering like a third year school girl, but he didn't turn around. He didn't need to. “Sorry, only bowl left. Robert’s wife brought it over last night. Thought I looked depressed. ”

Bill grunted, sitting heavily in a wooden kitchen chair. “Depressed? You're always depressed. Did your favourite Quidditch team loose again?”

Charlie could hear him grunting with frustration behind him, but he held a spoonful of soup in front of his mouth, blowing softly to cool it and continued watching the snow.

“What you up to tonight, kiddo?” Bill asked.

“Just watching snow fall,” Charlie replied, putting the spoon in his mouth, burning his tongue.

“You really know how to live it up don't you? Sounds...dreadful. Want to build a snowman? Like when we were kids?”

“Nah,” Charlie said morosely. “Care for some bread? I have some cheese in the ice box. Those olives you gave me last month.”

“Nah,” Bill said disinterested. “Was looking for something a bit...heavier. Wife took the kids to her mother’s for the weekend.”

Charlie sniggered, blowing on another spoonful of soup. “Three day weekend? What’re you gonna do with all that time? Work overtime no doubt.”

Bill grunted, and his chair creaked from strain. Charlie turned to look at Bill, a chastising torrent ready to spill at his brother for damaging his one kitchen chair. He paused, looking at his brother.

“Shut your mouth, you want to eat a fly?” Bill said, flexing and unflexing his toes through the red argyle socks, his boots lying haphazardly on the floor next to his chair. “I had...a couple ideas to keep busy.”

Charlie gulped noticeably, nearly dropping his soup. “Y-yeah,” he stuttered, wishing he sounded a bit more adult and manly.

“Can I try the soup?” Bill asked.

Charlie sighed, and walked to his brother, his hardening cock tenting his boxers, his eyes not leaving Bill's foot, which in Charlie's cool house, was lightly steaming with heat. He handed Bill the bowl.

“Thanks, I'm starved,” he said. He looked up at Charlie as he began shoveling the soup in his mouth. He smiled at his brother then sat back in the chair, bowl in one hand the other resting on the chair arm. Bill stretched his right foot, that had been resting on his left knee, out and rubbed Charlie's hard cock. “Expecting any visitors?”

Charlie, very audibly swallowed, his chest rising and falling in from deep breaths. “No,” he said, in a squeaky voice. He reached out and grabbed Bill's foot, his thumbs rubbing the underside of Bill's very damp foot, where Bill liked.

“Who said you could touch?” he asked, as he held the bowl to his mouth, spooning in more of the goulash, and glaring over the rim at Charlie.

Charlie smiled widely, his heart, and his now throbbing cock, jumping with excitement. He knelt a few feet away from Bill, back straight and hands behind his back, grasping his ankles.

“Better,” Bill said, stretching out his leg so the bottom of his foot rubbed against Charlie's nose.

Charlie closed his eyes and inhaled as deeply as he could, the warm familiar scent of his brothers sweaty foot caused his cock stir, the dampness from his brother’s semen saturated sock caused him to begin leaking.

“Like your surprise?” Bill asked, around a mouthful of Charlie's dinner.

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