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For the Love of Bill	By : MegaCurious Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 5847 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-For the Love of Bill
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A/N: Written for the Bill festival on Livejournal. Thanks to my wonderful Beta SlytherinJunkie.

"You're the only one who can help us. Please, Remus!" Fleur was desperate. Ever since Bill was attacked by Fenrir Greyback, she had devoted herself to helping him heal. He hated the scars left across his face, insisted that she could never love a beast.
She did everything in her power to assure him that her love never altered - would never alter. In truth, she doubted anything could diminish her feelings for him.
Fleur had been attracted to Bill from the moment they met. Initially she was drawn to him because he was one of the few who seemed immune to her Veela charms. It certainly didn't hurt that he looked so devilishly dangerous and exciting. With his long red hair tied back with a thin leather tie and a dragon fang adorning his ear, he was the epitome of sexiness. She kept seeking him out in the crowds at the Triwizard tournament. It was obvious as he sat with his mother and cheered for Harry, their family friend, that beneath his rugged bad-boy looks he was also a kind and amiable man.
When Fleur moved to England after graduation she immersed herself in work at Gringotts, practicing and perfecting her English. She had never been so excited about a job before, not only because of its career possibilities, but because it brought her closer to him.
Over the next several months she came to know Bill Weasley as a man through the eyes of a woman, rather than a dangerous enigma through the eyes of a teenage girl. Bill brought out the best in her. He made her feel stronger, more confident, and capable of being so much more than just another beautiful part-Veela.
Bill was her life, her rock, and she needed to help him. She needed him to accept the unalterable scars he carried – the scars that she loved because they were a part of him. They were a testament to his bravery.
He was still Bill, but he was different after the attack. At first, when he was in the hospital, everyone believed that the only real change in Bill was his new preference for rare meat. Soon after his release, new changes began to emerge. The Bill that she knew and loved was breaking under the strain of his emerging personality traits.
Now he avoided every opportunity to touch her, to kiss her, even to sleep next to her. He refused to discuss his new found reluctance for any form of intimacy. She tried everything she could think of, every seduction technique, every coaxing word. For the past week she even tried giving him time and space, but nothing seemed to reach him and Bill seemed more closed off than ever.
The only reason she eventually discovered how he felt was because she overheard Bill's discussion with Remus the night before. The shock value had worn off quickly and she immediately sought out Remus the following morning.
"Fleur, I tried to help him last night, tried to explain, but he won't see reason right now. It's too close to the full moon." Remus sat down and cradled his head in his hands. She could tell that he was weary and upset about the entire situation. In fact, he had been somewhat sullen and reserved ever since Bill's attack.
"We know he isn't a full blooded werewolf - that he won't transform. But we don't fully understand the changes he's going through yet. It's understandable that he doesn't want to put you at risk." Remus looked up at her with raised eyebrows.
"Merde! Fuck understandable. I do not want my relationship to fall apart because he's scared of hurting me. I'm not made of glass! I know that you can help us. I know that you and Bill have been together before. Bill told me everything long before we were engaged. I accepted him, even knowing that a part of him seemed to belong to you. He needs you in a way that I can't satisfy. Please, Remus!"
Remus' back stiffened and his eyes sharpened as he took in the blonde Frenchwoman in front of him. "You knew?" He paused and shook his head. "Do you even know what you are asking for?"
Her eyes were narrowed, filled with determination. Fleur was not used to taking 'no' for an answer. "I'm not going to beat around the bush Remus. I'm a blunt woman. I say what I want and what I think because I don't see a reason to conceal everything. It's one of the reasons most British women don't care for me. I want you to come over tonight and sleep with my husband. I want you to satisfy his new cravings, and then I want you to teach me how to satisfy them."
"It won't be that simple Fleur. As I'm sure you heard last night he is craving two different things from both of us."
Fleur shook her head and smiled. "Yes, and then you said you would love to help but would not help him cheat on me. I'm here to tell you that it won't be cheating. I won't make him choose. He needs both of us right now, may need both of us indefinitely. I know you care about him, maybe even as much as I do. I heard it in your voice last night. He wants you to dominate him - to be his Alpha, whatever that means. But I think it's more than a want. I think it's something he needs. Just as he needs my submission, but he's afraid that he lacks the control to keep me safe."
Fleur held out a hand to Remus with a determined smile. "Come home with me. Help me show Bill that he is not a monster - that he can have it both ways - that he is loved."
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Bill Weasley was hiding in the small office of his flat in London. He didn't view his behaviour as "hiding." Instead he felt that he was tactfully avoiding the outside world....or specifically his entire family, his fiancée, and every one who knew him. Ever since his release from the hospital he felt his attitude shift from bad to worse, gradually approaching the realization that he was trouble for anyone that got too close.
Somehow, the werewolf curse did not take complete root in his body since Greyback was not transformed when he struck. Yet Bill still felt as though he lost a measure of control over his own senses. Lights were brighter now, noises were easier to detect, and he could easily pick up the subtle burnt taste of meat that was cooked too much. Hell, his meat had to be rare, nearly cold before he could eat it.
Even his sense of smell had become more intense, making him constantly aware of the people around him and their various states of emotion. Before he was bitten, Bill would have never guessed that someone's smell could change with their mood. Now, he could smell a person's fear, anger, even arousal from across a room.
He couldn't turn these new senses off – they only seemed to get stronger as the full moon approached.
It was Bill's sense of smell that alerted him to Fleur's presence while he argued with Remus the night before. It was inevitable really, that she would find out what he had become. It's why he had continued to argue with Remus while she listened - to beg the older werewolf to take him the way he had in the past. He hadn't known what else to do.
Bill was tired of feeling out of control. He was tired of always being irritable, his mind constantly overloaded with his senses. He loved Fleur with a passion and intensity that terrified him. He wanted to mark her, to show her that she belonged to him.
They had always been adventurous in bed. She was not a woman who liked to give up control. It's one of the traits that drew him to her. Fleur was a woman who knew what she wanted and she would do anything to make it happen. After being bitten he felt a primal need to take that control from her. Bill wanted to dominate her, mark her, to take her. And yet the need went deeper, for he also wanted to provide for her, to watch her belly swell with his child, to protect her. It was this need to protect her that prompted him to push her away.
And to make matters even more confusing, Bill craved Remus just as strongly as he craved Fleur. The two men had slept together over a year before at Grimmauld place. What started as a drunken coupling turned into an almost obsessive craving for the older werewolf that seemed to be mutual, though they never openly acknowledged it. Bill gained control over his emotions before they could get too out of control. At the time, Remus and Nymphodora had been deeply in love and he hadn't wanted to ruin the relationship. Bill knew that pushing his feelings aside for Remus was for the best at the time. After all, he had recently started to date Fleur after work and deeply cared for the Frenchwoman. Remus deserved the same happiness with Tonks.
But now - now that his senses were in overdrive and his hormones were running wild - now he craved them both. It was impossible to have it all. Although Tonks and Remus had ended their love affair, Bill knew Fleur would never allow for him to restart his affair with Remus. She shouldn't have to stand for it. She deserved so much better than a fractured man who couldn't let go of his former male lover.
Bill heard the tell-tale sound of his Floo in the living room, followed by the abrupt cadence of high heels making their way towards his study. He thought about Apparating away before the door opened, but couldn't quite bring himself to take the coward's way out.

Fleur opened the door to the study, wand raised just in case. She lowered her wand when she made eye contact with Bill.
"Hi, Bill. How are you?" She stayed near the doorway, effectively blocking the only exit. Her fingers twitched at her side and he supposed that she was suppressing the urge to reach out for him. He knew he must look like a dishevelled mess.
He looked up at her and shrugged his shoulders. He didn't trust his own voice to be as effective as his non-committal gesture. In actuality, he wanted nothing more than to fuck her against the bookshelves like some sort of animal.
Fleur sighed. "Why don't you go take a shower?" she suggested. "I'll make some dinner." Bill was confused. He had expected her to come barging in, angry and upset over his attempted affair with Remus. When he didn't move she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration, shaking her head.
"I don't want to argue tonight, Bill. I just want to eat dinner together and make sure you are okay. You can sleep on the couch again tonight if you want, or I can go back to my place. But can we please have a normal dinner?"
Fleur looked hopeful, almost desperate, and Bill couldn't say no. It wasn't that he wanted her to go. Hell, he wanted her to stay with him forever. But she deserved better. Until he could figure out how to reign in these new urges to dominate and claim, he would keep her at arm's length. He needed to keep her safe and untouched by Greyback's madness.
Bill slowly stood up, nodding his head in affirmation. Yes, he would stay and eat dinner with her. He could surely hold himself back for a couple of hours and then calmly suggest that she return after the full moon. It was only four days away, and his urges seemed to increase the closer it came. Bill hoped the reverse would be true, and the urges would diminish again as the moon waned.
Fleur looked relieved at his acceptance and flashed him a brief smile before turning and walking to the kitchen. Bill could hear the clattering of pots and pans as he made his way to the bathroom. A shower did sound nice and refreshing. Perhaps a cold shower would be best.
Bill entered the kitchen just as she placed their drinks beside the plates. He fought back a groan when he smelled the strong scent of Fleur's arousal. She smelled intoxicating.
Bill tried to make small talk with Fleur over dinner but he couldn't seem to keep his eyes open. By the time he recognized the taste of the Dreamless Sleep Potion in his butterbeer it was too late.

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Bill was groggy when he woke up. His hands and ankles were bound to the kitchen chair and the table before him was stripped clean of all food. As he blinked and attempted to clear his fuzzy head he began to notice harsh whispers from across the room.
Bill's head turned towards the noise and he saw Fleur kneeling before Remus, her cheeks tinted pink. He could barely make out their words and strained to pick up their conversation.
"...believe you drugged him...bad idea...disrespectful..." He could tell Remus was angry.
Bill couldn't make out Fleur's soft response, but he could see the desperation on her face.
He made a desperate sound, recognizing his predicament as he attempted, and failed, to move his limbs. He was naked and bound to a kitchen chair while his fiancée and former lover argued not two steps away. He couldn't help as a certain part of his anatomy stiffened when both turned towards him at his sound.
Remus looked at Bill with a soft smile that belied the growing hunger evident in his eyes. "Fleur decided to drug you and tie you up, Bill. Do you want to teach her a lesson?"
Bill felt a spark of desire as he met the older werewolf's gaze. Remus' eyes were feral, flashing amber with his own desire. Bill swallowed. What the fuck was going on?
He opened and closed his mouth, unable to answer as he tried to ascertain whether or not he was dreaming.
"Do you want us both, Bill?" Remus asked, as Fleur continued to kneel at the older man's feet, her face attentive and waiting for an answer. "Because Fleur invited me here to help you." Remus continued, "She said it won't be cheating - that she wants to watch and learn – that she wants to make you happy. So tell me, Bill, do you want us both?"
Bill turned his shocked gaze to his fiancée. "Fleur?" A part of him wanted to tell her that she didn't have to do this - that he would find another way - that he only needed her. But he knew that would be a lie.
Remus gave Fleur a long look that seemed to convey an entire silent conversation, and Bill wondered exactly how much they had discussed and planned while he was unconscious. Remus maintained eye contact with Fleur as he cocked his head towards Bill. "I think someone needs to break the ice then. I want to watch you suck him."
Fleur wasted no time. She crawled towards Bill and knelt at his feet, her blue eyes peeking upward at Bill in a submissive expression he had never seen on her face before. She kept her eyes on his as she licked her lips and hummed before slowly drawing the tip of his cock into her warm mouth. Bill groaned, his eyes flickering between Fleur's lips stretched taut around his cock, and the imposing figure of Remus Lupin watching.
Remus stood off to the side, watching as Fleur slowly drew the rest of Bill into her mouth. She paused at the base of Bill's length, her throat clenching as she swallowed around him. Bill moaned deep in his throat. "Yes baby, yes, just like that."
"How does she feel, Bill?" Remus spoke in a low, seductive tone.
Remus waited until Bill's eyes flitted up to his own before slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt. "She feels amazing." Bill moaned. "Like heaven, so wet...so hot...oh!"
Bill couldn't decide if he was in heaven or hell. He was receiving possibly the most erotically tantalizing blow job of his life from his girl, while Remus Lupin slowly performed a sort of strip tease for him. He longed to kiss them both, to stroke Fleur and to feel Remus' body against his own. But he couldn't move, couldn't participate except to call out with his voice.
Bill could clearly see the scars running diagonally across Remus' chest. The scars were old and jagged, and they were undeniably sexy. Bill also knew they were incredibly sensitive. He wanted to trace his fingers and tongue along the length of them as he had in the past, mapping and committing Remus' body to memory with all of his senses.
When Remus removed the shirt completely, his entire battered body came into view. Bill could even see a new grey wolf tattooed on his abdomen. The figure of the wolf was charmed to run around and howl at the tattooed moon situated between Remus' ribs.
Bill knew that Remus' back was littered with more designs, a Gryffindor shield inked on one shoulder, along with several runes and a few verses of poetry on the other. His arms boasted several more, including a series of strange nicknames that Bill had learned belonged to Remus' dearest friends. Bill wanted to caress them - to bite them - to scratch them with his nails.
Bill was dragged from his thoughts when Fleur tightened her fist around the base of his cock, twisting her hand around him, her mouth sucking and licking his tip.
When Remus began to unbutton his trousers, Bill felt his impending release. He began to growl, trying to wrestle his arms free from his bindings. He wanted to bury them in Fleur's hair, wanted to force her down farther and make her take all of him in again. He wanted to feel her throat clenching around his tip as she swallowed him.
But he couldn't move, and his growls of pleasure and frustration brought a smile to Remus' face. "Fleur, stop!"
Fleur pulled back looking startled and confused at the sudden command. She looked up at Remus and bit her lip. "Should we untie him now? I don't think he'll go anywhere." She looked at Bill and smiled softly. Bill's eyes were dark with desire, his lips parted and face flushed. He had no plans to leave. A pack of wolves couldn't drag him from this room.
Remus flicked his wand and murmured a quick spell to release the younger man. Bill immediately sprang forward, devouring Fleur's lips and crushing her body against the wall. His hands roamed her body roughly, gripping the fabric of her skirt, hiking it up with one hand and ripping the flimsy material of her knickers roughly with the other. Her arms circled around Bill's neck, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist in order to take his thrusts. They barely registered Remus standing behind them wearing a large smirk as he removed the last of his clothing.
Bill didn't hold back. He couldn't have even if he tried. He thrust relentlessly inside of her, his fingers digging into her hips, leaving finger-shaped bruises along her skin. Bill could feel her hand tugging on his hair, her breath hot and quick against his ear. "Fleur, Fleur, Fleur." He murmured her name like a mantra as he rained kisses and bites along her neck.
"Fuck, you feel so good. I'm going to come baby. I want you to come with me." Bill needed to feel her inner muscles clenching around him. He knew she was close as her moans and cries became an incomprehensible mix of English and French exclamations.
Fleur held onto Bill's shoulders with one hand while sliding the other down between their bodies to glide over her clit. With a few gentle strokes she was shuddering and clenching around him, crying out her release. Bill buried his head in her neck as he growled, his hips pounding against hers again and again. It didn't take long before he slowed down, languidly easing in and out as he pumped every last drop of his seed inside her quivering body.
They stood wrapped against each other for a few moments, relishing the feeling of their combined orgasms.
Fleur opened her eyes at the sound of a strangled moan to see a naked Remus standing behind Bill. Remus had one hand tangled in Bill's hair, pulling his head back for a deep, sensual kiss. The older man released his grip and met Fleur's gaze. "Shall we move to the bedroom?"
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Fleur watched as the two men explored each other's bodies. Bill placed soft kisses on Remus' chest, tracing the jagged scars that marred his smooth pale skin. She was enthralled at watching two men reverently caressing and stroking each other. They were beautiful together.
She knew Bill loved her. Though a part of her might have felt jealous before about the evident connection between the two men, it vanished as the night continued.
Fleur watched as Bill bent over the side of the bed, Remus kneeling behind him, spreading his cheeks and using his tongue to tease Bill's entrance. Bill bit his lip, his face contorting in pleasure as he fought back his moans. When Remus appeared satisfied he muttered a low lubricating spell that caused Bill to gasp and thrust his hips backward. She watched her fiancé's face in awe as the older wizard slowly pushed himself inside of Bill. She was touched by their whispered endearments and assurances. She even found herself wanting to kiss Remus for all his care and gentleness.
Remus thrust slowly at first, waiting for Bill's body to adjust to his length. As he continued to thrust he began to gain momentum, angling his hips just right to send Bill spiralling out of control. Remus reached around Bill's body to stroke the younger man's cock to completion before pulling out and coming on his lover's back.
As the two men laid in bed panting and spent, Fleur joined them. The three lay tangled together for a few hours, gently whispering terms of endearments and stroking each other lovingly. Fleur and Remus both caressed the newly healed scars on Bills face and torso. They told him how beautiful he was, and rained kisses along his skin.
They cuddled, drifting in and out of sleep, waking in the middle of the night to fevered kisses and soft caresses. Sometime in the night, Fleur lay spread out on the bed, pinching her nipples and caressing her breasts while Bill thrust deep into her pussy. The lights were dim, but she could make out Remus standing behind Bill, slowly entering her lover, thrusting him deeper into her. They paused for a moment, enjoying the feeling of filling and being filled. Fleur and Remus caressed and kissed Bill, before meeting for a kiss of their own over Bill's shoulder. Slowly, tentatively, Fleur began to rock her hips searching for movement.
Initially they fumbled, each struggling to find the optimum rhythm and angle for their thrusts. They continued this search with soft laughter and murmured encouragements until their bodies began to move more fluidly together. Their coupling was not a race to the finish, but a lazy exploration of sensation as they slowly climbed their peaks together.
Bill came first, the sensation of two lovers too stimulating to hold back. As Bill cried out, Remus continued to thrust into him, grinding Bill deeper into Fleur and driving her over the edge. Fleur heard Remus growl softly and felt the soft rocking of their bodies slow to a halt.
In the early morning light, Bill awoke to the gentle caress of Fleur's hair as she turned her head. He nuzzled the side of her neck, caressing the soft skin with his lips, his body curved around her back. He could feel the weight of Remus behind him, the older wizard's strong arm wrapped firmly across Bill's middle. He heard Fleur sigh.
"I love you Fleur." Bill whispered softly against her ear. "I don't know how to thank you."
She turned her head and gave him a lazy smile. "I love you too. You can thank me by being happy. Or by making me breakfast later... either way."
He heard Remus chuckle from behind. "I certainly wouldn't turn down breakfast if you wanted to thank me too." Bill could feel the soft curve of Remus' lips as he smiled against Bill's neck.
When Bill slowly pulled himself out of bed, murmuring another "I love you" to them both, Remus slid over to take Bill's place behind Fleur. She gave a contented sigh as he nuzzled the back of her neck.
Bill stood at the foot of the bed, smiling as his two lovers nestled together. It would be awkward, and intimidating at first, but maybe this could work. Maybe he could have it all.
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