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Brothers-in-Arms	By : ShounenSuki Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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It could be quite warm in Egypt sometimes. Quite warm indeed. Hot, even. Quite hot, perhaps. Quite, very, bloody hot, yes. Still, you don’t really notice the heat, at least not after you’ve got used to it. There isn’t much humidity in Egypt, and as the adage says, it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity.

Which bring us to another characteristic of Egypt: it’s a bloody desert. Everything is basically sand, really. Everything that isn’t sand is probably covered with it. This includes the treasures.

Yes, treasures; Egypt is filled with them. There are few places on this Earth with more treasure per square mile than Egypt. Naturally, this treasure draws in many a treasure hunter. Unfortunately for them, they usually discover that more often than not, Egyptian treasure is somewhat cursed.

Some curses aren’t all that dangerous, temporarily turning you into a jackal, or giving you an odd desire to bathe in the milk of asses. Others, however, could indeed be rather lethal. This whole curse problem was the whole reason why the Gringotts Wizarding Bank started hiring curse-breakers. It didn’t make the curses any less dangerous, but at least it wouldn’t be the goblins running the bank that would be suffering the effects.

One such curse-breaker was a young man named William Arthur Weasley, Bill for short. He loved his job, but he loved the freedom and adventure that came with it even more. He was a handsome, 23-year-old man. Tall and thin, with brown eyes, long, ginger hair tied in a ponytail, and clothes that would not look out of place at a rock concert. You could say he was both hot and cool at the same time.

Bill loved living in Egypt, but he was always glad whenever he could go home to his native Britain for a while. After all, it was where his entire family lived, and my God, did he have a large family. Not only did he have his parents, Arthur and Molly, but also his siblings, all six of them. All of them were younger than Bill. First came Charlie — who was now 21 years old and studying dragons in Romania — then came Percy — seventeen years old and a bit of a twit — the twins, Fred and George — sixteen-year-old troublemakers extraordinaire — the youngest brother, Ron — fourteen years old and funny, but a bit immature — and the only sister, Ginny — a though, twelve-year-old girl with a mind of her own.

It was a big family, but tightly-knit and always, always there for him. Bill loved his family more than anything. So it was more for seeing his family than for seeing the Quidditch World Cup that Bill had returned home this summer. Of course, the quidditch still played a role, as well.

Right now, Bill was lying on his old bed in his old room in his family home, a rickety, old building called The Burrow. It was, perhaps, the greatest place to live in the whole, wide world. It was already quite late and, as far as Bill knew, everyone in the house had already gone to bed. It came as a bit of a surprise, then, when someone softly knocked on his door. For a moment, he thought he was imagining things, until he heard a rapping somewhat louder than before. Bill sighed softly as he got up from his bed and walked to the door.

Gently, he opened the door, as to not disturb the people that were asleep with the door’s creaking. He couldn’t help but smile as he saw his youngest brother, Ron, standing in the door opening, a frustrated scowl on his freckled face.

It had never been uncommon for his younger brothers to come up to his room late at night. After all, he was the eldest and thus both a source of wisdom, of comfort, and, not in the least, a source of adventure for the younger Weasleys. Whether it was Charlie, daring him to a midnight monster hunt, Percy, afraid of a thunder storm, the twins, asking for help getting them out of trouble again, or Ron, wanting… Whatever it was he wanted right now. Being the youngest, Ron was often the object of teasing and pranks — especially by the twins — making him rather afraid of just about anything. This, in turn, made Ron the most frequent late-night visitors of Bill’s room. The reasons were as varied as the visits were frequent, as well, so Bill didn’t quite know what the reason could be this time. Of course, there was a very easy way to find out.

“Ron? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?” Bill whispered, hoping he wasn’t waking anyone in the rather thin-walled house.

“I ehm,” Ron stuttered, “I kinda think I may need your advice… I guess.” Ron was staring at the floor, obviously embarrassed about what he was about to ask Bill. This only made Bill smile more, though. Ron was at his cutest when he was embarrassed about something.

“Advice, huh?” Bill mumbled as he ruffled Ron’s hair. “It must be important if it made you come here at this time a night. Come in, come in.” He gently ushered Ron into the room and closed the door behind him. Then, with a simple twist of the doorknob, he locked the door, keeping any unwanted intruders out.

This inconspicuous motion also put into action a special spell that made the entire room soundproof from the outside. Not a single noise could escape the confines of those four walls now. This odd spell had been a part of the Weasley children’s bedrooms for as long as they could remember. They didn’t know who put the spells on their bedrooms or why, but they sure had made good use of it over the years. It was a welcome air of privacy in an otherwise very revealing home.

Right now, it allowed Bill to make sure no-one would be teasing Ron with whatever he would ask him that night. He was like the priest of the household, allowing all his siblings to come and confess anything they’d like, in absolute secrecy. He rather enjoyed this position.

Conjuring up some comfortable pillows, Bill sat back down on the bed, inviting Ron to join him. He poured them some sweet-smelling honey tea with milk, before breaking the silence that had fallen between them.

“So, what do you need advice on?” Bill asked as he handed Ron his tea. “School? Friends? Girls?”

Ron blushed as Bill spoke that last word. He took a large gulp of his tea, trying to calm his nerves. It did help somewhat, as he could now find the courage to actually explain the situation to his brother.

“It’s ehm,” Ron began softly, “It’s not about that… It’s about Fred and George.”

Bill couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “The twins again? What did they tell you this time? Trust me; you cannot go blind from doing that.”

Ron blushed again, deeper this time, turning his cheek a healthy shade of red. “No, they didn’t… It’s not…”

Ron obviously had a lot of trouble figuring out exactly how to say what he wanted to say to his brother. Bill had never seen Ron try so hard to find the right words. He usually just blurted out whatever came to him. This had to mean that this subject was far more sensitive and important to Ron than Bill had expected.

“Come on li’l bro, you don’t have to be embarrassed,” Bill comforted the younger boy. “You know anything you say here will be kept strictly confidential. No-one will ever know, except for you and me.”

These words did manage to put Ron at ease a bit, as he relaxed somewhat and actually gave a meek smile. “Thanks Bill, you’re the best, you know?”

Bill gave a mischievous grin. “Of course I know that. Would I be the best if I didn’t?”

Ron grinned at this remark, amazed at how easy his eldest brother could make him feel calm and comfortable, whether it was with a simple joke or a pat on his head.

Ron took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, before finally getting to the point. “Bill, ehm… A few nights ago, the twins… Well, me and the twins, we did…” Ron once again took a deep breath, closing his eyes tightly this time. “IHADSEXWITHFREDANDGEORGE… Kinda… Yeah…”

Immediately, Ron’s face turned a furious shade of red and he turned his head to face away from Bill, his eyes still closed as tight as ever. Bill, in the meanwhile, was somewhat flabbergasted by this sudden revelation. He hadn’t expected the conversation to be taking this turn at all. For what seemed like the longest time, the room was completely silent, tension thick in the air.

The silence remained unbroken until Bill suddenly noticed a soft sobbing coming from Ron. It took his mind a while to register that Ron was actually crying. Bill couldn’t fathom how terribly embarrassed and anxious the teenage boy must be right now, terrified of his own brother’s reaction to this horrible, unspeakable secret he had been carrying with him.

Bill would not stand for that. A Weasley never turns his back on his family, after all. Carefully, Bill wrapped his arms around his youngest brother and gently hugged him. The moment Bill had touched him, Ron’s sobbing had halted and his heart had skipped a beat. Only when he was absolutely sure that Bill was actually hugging him in the same loving, comforting way as he had always done, Ron dared speak again. “You… don’t hate me?”

Bill looked Ron straight in the eyes with an incredulous look on his face. “Why in Merlin’s name would I hate you?”

Ron still sobbed softly, “Well, cuz I, you know, with Fred and George.”

Bill smiled a reassuring smile. “You’re not the first Weasley to have been… intimate with his brother, you know.”

Ron looked up in surprise, all his anxiety replaced by surprise. “Eh? What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Bill grinned, “that I’ve done plenty of… sexual things with Charlie, as well. And I’m pretty sure the twins have been doing more than enough things together before you came and joined them.”

Ron was dumbstruck. He almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but even if it wasn’t true, it was far too reassuring to simply ignore. “You really mean that?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t lie to you about something as important as this, now would I? Although I have to admit that I’ve never gone as far as actually shagging Charlie…”

Ron blushed again, some of his anxiety coming back to haunt him. Bill was quick to notice this, though. “Of course, I’m sure the twins never saw a need to hold back amongst themselves.”

Ron relaxed again. “So you don’t think it’s weird or disgusting?”

Bill grinned. “Disgusting? No way. Weird? Hell yeah. But hey, we’re Weasleys. What are we, if not weird?”

This time, Bill’s joking managed to get actually get Ron laughing. He couldn’t help but agree, though. Weirdness was a defining trait of any Weasley. Still, now that this burden had been taken off his freckled shoulders, another thing started haunting Ron’s mind.

“Well… if you’re okay with this, then…” Ron stammered, “Could you help me with something else?”

This actually caught Bill by surprise. He hadn’t expected Ron had something else bothering him this much. “Of course, any time.”

“You see, after Fred and George ehm… introduced me to their… games, they told me we’d be doing it more often…”

Bill’s famous, mischievous grin reappeared. “They didn’t make good on their promise?”

Ron blushed furiously, almost to the point where his freckles became invisible. Bill only laughed heartily. “Well, I guess that’s to be expected of them. They tend to forget about others when they’re together.”

Ron huffed in annoyance. “Still… It’s still mean…”

Bill’s warm, gentle hand ruffled Ron’s messy, red hair. “Want me to help you get back at them?”

Ron’s brown eyes glittered with joy at his brother’s suggestion. “Would you? Would you really help me?”

“Of course,” Bill smiled sweetly, “but it’ll cost ya.”

“Oh,” Ron said dejectedly, “I don’t really have anything I could give you…”

“Oh I think you do,” Bill replied with a grin. “I don’t want money or stuff, after all.”

“What do you want then?” Ron asked, wondering what his elder brother was up to. If Bill didn’t want money — which Ron didn’t have any way — or stuff — which Ron had aplenty, just not anything particularly valuable or useful — then what could he want?

“Isn’t it obvious?” Bill asked in mock-surprise at Ron’s obliviousness. “What I want from you, is you.”

Ron blinked, “Wait, what?”

Bill ruffled his brother’s hair and gave a mischievous grin. “You had your fun with the twins; now I want some fun with you as well.”

It took a moment for Ron’s brains to process this demand. It took even longer for him to realise Bill was being serious. The realisation that Bill — cool, awesome, eldest Weasley brother Bill — wanted to do it with him — the runt of the litter, so to speak — slowly turned into a warm, gripping feeling in his stomach and chest. A goofy, but very happy grin appeared on Ron’s freckled face, “Wicked!”

This was enough encouragement for Bill. He quickly jumped on Ron, undressing the younger boy with more skill than anyone should have. Ron could only giggle as Bill’s nimble fingers tickled him as they took off his pyjamas. After barely half a minute, Ron was lying naked on Bill’s bed, panting and blushing and already very much hard and ready.

Bill smiled at his youngest brother for a moment, before giving him a quick kiss on the nose and undressing himself. Unlike how he had undressed Ron, Bill undressed himself in a calm and relaxed manner, making it seem almost like a striptease. It had an obvious effect on Ron, who couldn’t help but stare at his big brother.

Finally, Bill took off his last piece of clothing, his underwear, and stood before Ron in all his naked, freckled glory. He wasted no time getting closer to Ron, holding his still flaccid cock directly in front of Ron’s face. Ron got a bit nervous at seeing the size of his brother’s member, which was probably the biggest one he had ever seen, despite not even being hard yet.

As Bill stroked Ron’s hair and gently, but firmly moved Ron’s face closer to his cock, the younger boy had no choice but to push away his nervous feelings and open his mouth wide. The boy couldn’t help but savour his brother’s salty taste, the musky smell of his brother’s crotch completely mesmerising him.

Ron completely surrendered himself to the sensations, as he started licking and sucking his brother’s cock as if it was all he had ever desired. Bill didn’t take long to respond, either. Within moments, his cock was fully hard and throbbing and he was softly moaning as he was moving his cock in and out of Ron’s hungry mouth.

Bill had a lot of self-control, but even he was nearly powerless against such overwhelming pleasure. After only a few minutes, he pulled his cock out of Ron’s mouth again, eliciting a disappointed gasp from the younger boy.

This gasp was soon replaced by loud moans, though, as Bill started repaying the favour. With equal parts skill and passion, Bill’s mouth and tongue quickly drove Ron mad with pleasure. He carefully explored his youngest brother’s cock with his tongue, wanting to familiarise himself with every little detail.

With far less self-control than his brother — if any self-control at all — it didn’t take long for Ron to shoot his load into his brother’s welcoming mouth. Bill made sure he didn’t spill a drop, but didn’t swallow any, either. When Ron’s orgasm had subsided, Bill released Ron’s cock from his mouth and grinned at the boy, who gave a slightly confused look back. This confusion was quickly replaced by surprise, though, as Bill kissed his brother, forcing him to taste his own cum. Still sluggish from his afterglow, Ron could do little to resist the kiss, and actually started enjoying it after the initial shock had subsided.

Bill finally broke the kiss after a while, smiling sweetly at his brother, “I think it’s time to go on, wouldn’t you agree?”

Ron merely nodded meekly, ready to do anything his brother told him to. A somewhat perverse grin appeared on Bill’s face. There was something oddly arousing at having Ron wrapped around his finger like this.

Not wanting to ruin the moment by waiting, Bill quickly grabbed a bottle of lube from one of his bags and pushed Ron’s legs up, exposing his waiting asshole. He poured some of the cool lube on it, causing a shiver to run up Ron’s spine, and gently pushed a finger in. Ron gasped a bit at the intrusion, but unconsciously pushed his ass against the finger, making it go even deeper. Noticing this, Bill didn’t hesitate to put in another finger, and another one quickly after that one.

With three fingers now buried deep within his writhing brother, Bill started fingering and stretching, his impatience slowly getting the better of him, making him rougher than he would probably have liked to be. Still, any discomfort or even pain that Ron might have felt was clearly overshadowed by the please he was experiencing. He moaned loudly, clasping the bed sheets tightly. His cock was already fully hard and throbbing again.

Seeing this, Bill simply couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled his fingers out and quickly rubbed some lube on his own cock, before positioning himself at his brother’s hole and pushing deep into him. Both boys moaned loudly, although Ron’s moans were dangerously close to groans. Bill didn’t notice, though, the vice-like tightness and almost unbearable heat completely overwhelming him.

For a moment, Bill simply held still, buried deep inside his brother’s ass, not knowing whether he could actually bear this pleasure. He quickly decided that, yes, he could, and held tightly onto his brother’s hips, as he started shagging him with abandon.

Ron was completely at his brother’s mercy, unable to do anything but be utterly engulfed in pleasure and bliss. It felt like his brother was filling him more than was humanly possible. He clung to Bill, never before having felt closer to him than now. When Bill started wanking his cock, Ron felt like the pure, raw pleasure was destroying his mind.

As passionate as their shagging was, so quickly it was over. Moaning loudly, Ron felt the most intense orgasm of his life overwhelm him. It felt like it was too much to handle, as if he would die. Every muscle in his body tensed up as he shot his load all over his chest and face.

Feeling his brother clamp down on his cock in climax pushed Bill over the edge as well. He almost roared as he pushed deeper inside of his brother than ever before, filling the boy’s small body to the brim with his hot cum.

Bill collapsed next to Ron, both panting and trembling from the intensity of it all. Once he had caught his breath a bit and finally had regained enough strength to move again, Bill leant over and kissed Ron again, this time gently and lovingly, if only because he was too exhausted to do throw in more passion.

Ron kissed back without much zest, all but asleep already. Bill smiled and gave him a hug, stroking some of Ron’s hair out of his face. He lay down again when he noticed Ron had fallen asleep for real now. It didn’t take long for Bill to join him, Ron still lying in his strong, protective arms.
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