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Brotherly Love	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15519 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Brotherly Love
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-Epilogue
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At first he wasn't sure how long he'd been drifting but a quick glance at the muggle clock on his dresser told him they'd only wasted about an hour. He was reluctant to wake the sleeping angel in his arms, but the sticky mess between them was getting very uncomfortable. He knew he wouldn't get very many opportunities to hold Ronnie like this, and it would be more enjoyable if his brother were awake. He started to lightly card his fingers through Ron's ginger tresses.

"Wake up sleepy-head, we've got a mess to clean up," Ron started to stir, so Charlie placed a few tender kisses on the top of his head while starting to maneuver himself into a position to be able to reach his wand.

"Don't move, Charlie, shhh, gobacktosleep," Charlie decided that he very much liked cute, sleepy, mumbly Ron waking up in his arms.

"C'mon sleeping beauty, you've got to wake up, we're all flaky," He was finally able to get his wand in hand and a slightly evil grin spread over his face. He whispered a considerably less abrasive version of scourgify and tried to hide his smile as Ron sat straight up in bed and gave him the stink eye.

There was nothing like finding yourself suddenly in a waterless sponge bath. What a way to wake up. He could tell Ron didn't appreciate the humor so he successfully swallowed his laughter and pulled Ron back down on his chest. Fortunately, Ron came willingly.

They didn't say anything for a while. He just sat there propped up on the headboard of the bed with Ron's head resting under his chin and a hand drawing whimsical patterns on his abdomen. He liked this, the quiet way they could just be. It had always been this way between them and he was thrilled to know that even though their relationship had taken an unexpected turn, that hadn't changed.

"Charlie?" The hand on his stomach stilled and Ron placed a chaste kiss on his chest.

"Hmm?" Ron was being entirely too still, so Charlie started rubbing his hand up and down Ron's back in a reassuring manner.

"Does it really not bother you?"

"What's that?"

"That I'm, you know, a… virgin," He almost whispered the last word, as if it were something to be ashamed of. Charlie chuckled lightly but didn't let his hand hesitate in it's comforting motion.

"Why do you say that like it's a bad thing?"

"Well it is, for you. You've got all this experience, and the people you've been with have had experience, and I'm just a clumsy oaf who doesn't have a clue," Ron's hand had started back up again, but not in the same relaxed way. Now his movements were jerky and easily broadcast his anxiety.

"Not a clue? Really? Then what was that earlier? Because I happen to have enjoyed it quite a lot. Making love isn't a science Ronnie, it's an art. There isn't a certain pattern you follow every time, and it differs depending on who you're with. Sex is feeling and doing and being in tune with your partner. Very little thinking or even knowledge is required. It's all about following your primal instincts and just doing what feels right, what feels good."

"Yeah, but…"

"There is no 'but'. See? When you let yourself think about it, you just get all self-conscious. But in the heat of the moment? You give into another part of yourself and just get lost in the moment. You provoke and respond, you push and pull, give and take. You, Ronnie, are an amazing lover. Yeah, I've been with a few people, witches and wizards alike, but I've never feel as satisfied as I do when I'm with you."

Ron raised up on his elbows and looked Charlie directly in the eye, "Really? But, how can you know that when we haven't even…" Ron's face turned a deep shade of red. Charlie felt sorry for him and didn't make him finish the sentence.

"Making love isn't even really about penetration. We don't have to do that to pleasure one another. That's what I was trying to tell you earlier. Yeah I want to, I won't deny it. I want to have you fill me completely, and do the same for you. I want to know that no matter who gets to spend their nights in your bed, that I was the first, but I don't have to have that. What we have right now is more than I thought I'd ever get, and it's enough," he could practically see the wheels in Ron's head turning.

"Wait, you've thought about this before? Before yesterday? Before this summer?" Oh, he didn't like where this was going. They were getting ready to tread some very murky water, but no matter what, he wouldn't lie to his little brother. He couldn't, not even if it cost him everything.

X.X

Charlie was again saying incredible things. He was explaining the nature of sex in a way that actually made sense outside of the textbook insert tab A into slot B. He was somehow managing to discuss sex in a manner that didn't make Ron' blush or feel out of his league. It was just nature, an animal attraction, a way to be closer to and prove your love to someone else without silly things like words that could just get all jumbled up. There wasn't a "right" way, only "your" way and apparently Ron's way was good, or better than good if Charlie were to be believed. Charlie was always believed, even if that was sometimes difficult.

Then he'd spoken that last sentence, one that had come through loud and clear even though the words before had been lowering a fog of lust over him. He was certain those words had been laced with longing and desire that seemed much older than a few days or even weeks. He couldn't stop himself from asking and his questions were now hanging heavy in the air. He knew Charlie was uncomfortable, but he couldn't take it back, he wouldn't, he needed to know.

"Ron, please, please, don't make me answer questions to which you aren't prepared to hear answers," The hand on his back had ceased it's repetitive journey and Charlie's heart was thumping loudly in the now almost too quiet room. The fact that Charlie was tense was setting off alarm bells in his head. Charlie was always relaxed and in control, even if the situation warranted panicking. However, there was an absolute truth, a constant of which Charlie was not aware. He was trusted, completely and irrevocably, no matter how early this had started for his brother, Ron knew he'd always been safe in the other's presence, always.

"Charlie, I can handle it. I'm not scared to know, because the truth is, I've always known we weren't quite like everybody else. I've always known that though I'd literally kill for any of the rest of them, I'd die for you. Even if I didn't always know what it meant, I've always loved you more, differently than any of them," It was the truth, plain and simple.

Charlie relaxed a little and tentatively started moving his hand again, this time only the tips of his fingers on the outside of Ron's arm, but it was enough. It helped to set Ron back at ease, and the world seemed a little less off kilter. As long as Charlie was breathing normally again, everything was ok.

"Tell me a story Charlie, start from the beginning and tell me your version of Our Story," In his mind the words deserved capitalization. It was an epic tale of brotherhood, family, life, hardship, and love. It was their story, and he needed to hear Charlie tell it.

Charlie exhaled loudly and began.

X.X

"It all started the day you were born… I don't think I've ever told you that I didn't want another sibling. I was the quintessential reluctant big brother. You see, even at four Percy was already so damn pompous, the twins at two were way more than just mischievous, they were borderline demonic. I knew that with a new baby, keeping the three of them in line would fall a little more on the two of us, and I resented you for that. Bill was my idol, he was everything I wanted to be and the only person I wanted to spend time with. At eight he had somehow managed to reach god level in my head. Anyway, he was a great older brother, but that's a different story.

So, I was upset that there was going to be another rug rat to upset the balance we'd established after the twins. The day you were born we were all gathered in the living room, surprisingly even the twins were sitting well-behaved on the couch. We were watching the mid-wife bustle around, but other than that everything was eerily quiet. I realized once I was older that there must have been a silencing charm on mum's room, but back then it kind of scared me how morose everyone seemed to be, and how quiet the house was

Then suddenly mum's door was thrown open and dad came out beaming down at the little bundle in his arms, and excited or not, I was curious. I let Bill, Percy, Fred, and George have a look at you first, when they quickly lost interest and ran off to play, I made my way to dad.

I remember so clearly climbing onto the arm of the chair he was sitting in with you, I'd done it so many times before, but it seemed like the longest climb of my life. He grinned at me and tilted you up, almost instantly your eyes settled on me, and I swear you smiled. I've been told since that babies tend to get a similar expression when they have gas, but I still refuse to believe that's the reason you were smiling.

That was the moment you became my world. One possibly gassy smile and you had me wrapped around your little finger. I begged dad to let me hold you, he was a little nervous, but sat me in the middle of the couch surrounded by pillows and put you in my arms. I wasn't scared, I knew I wouldn't drop you, you were entirely too precious to be handled with anything but the utmost care.

I followed mum around for weeks after you were born. If she was changing your diaper, I was there to hand her the powder. If she was knitting while you napped, I was sitting on the pallet beside you. When she nursed you, I sat in the floor beside her chair silently wishing you'd start eating real food so I could feed you. It was unreal how I'd suddenly rather watch you sleep than chase after Bill trying to be as "grownup" as he was. Sometimes I'd even sneak into your room at night to watch you, just to make sure you were ok.

When you got a little older, you started to follow me. I couldn't run anymore, because you'd cry when you couldn't keep up, but that was ok. I didn't want to run anyway if you weren't beside me. You were constantly sneaking to my room in the middle of the night. We never said anything, I'd just lift the edge of the cover and you'd climb in and curl into my side.

Anyway, things started to change for me the year I turned fourteen. I started to realize that year, while I was at Hogwarts, that I liked boys just as much as girls. It was an interesting realization to say the least, I was a little anxious about coming home that year. I've never been one to hide anything and I wasn't sure how mum and dad would react, but more importantly, I was worried about my relationship with you. I never had anything to fear. You didn't even bat an eye when I mentioned having a crush on a boy in my class.

The years went by and we all drifted a little, it was to be expected, but still heart wrenching for me. I was so worried that you and I would lose what we had, that special connection that was just us. But, every summer I cam home and we picked right back up as if nothing had changed.

Then there was the year you turned twelve. You were back home from your first year at school, and I was visiting from Romania. We were still the same, but something felt different to me. Then there was the day of the chocolate ice cream. Funny that I still think of it that way, because now I know I would have felt it no matter what, but for the longest time I blamed it on the ice cream.

You stepped out the back door with an ice cream cone piled with chocolate ice cream, of course the second you saw me, you stretched out your arm to offer a bite. As was our way, I accepted, but as I was licking the sweet treat from the cone, I found myself wondering if it would taste different from your lips. You were only twelve years old, and here I was, your eighteen year old brother wanting to kiss you. I knew it was so wrong, but I couldn't seem to convince my heart. So, I had to keep telling myself that I could want you, but never have you. I would never hurt you, Ronnie, emotionally, mentally, or physically, but I had to allow myself to want, otherwise I don't think I could have survived.

This is the part where I sound like the creepy stalker, but I wanted you for years. I've spent the last four years fighting my attraction to you at every turn. The love wasn't so difficult to deal with, you were my brother and I was allowed to love you, and if it was a little more than it should have been? Well, no one had to know that, now did they?

Last night when I walked in on you? I should have walked right back out, but that was four years of desire coming to a head and once you asked me to stay, I couldn't have left if I'd wanted to. I'm sorry I tried to run afterward, Ronnie, but I was so terrified.

I was sure that you wouldn't want to see me. I was positive that in the light of a new day you'd realize that I'd violated you and wouldn't even want me in the same house. I was disgusted with myself for hurting you, I'd broken a promise that was sixteen years strong. I'd ruined a relationship that was, at times, my sole reason for existing. What everyone else might think was second entirely to the pain and betrayal I was sure I would see in your eyes. I'm so damn glad you didn't let me leave. It would have been years before I would have been able to face you again," Charlie, who had, at some point started finding the ceiling very interesting was startled when Ron's hand came up to cup his cheek.

Like before, he was afraid to look Ron in the eyes. He'd just admitted to lusting after Ron when he was only twelve years old, and he wasn't sure how well that had been received. He allowed his head to be slanted back down, but couldn't open his eyes. He only noticed the tears when Ron's thumbs started to stroke them away. Then there were lips against his own and a warm, wet tongue pushing insistently, he opened under the pressure and allowed Ron to comfort him. When Ron pulled away and he wearily opened his eyes, he saw so much love reflected in those blue pools that his breath caught.

"I would have followed you," It was said with such conviction, such fire, that there was no room for argument.
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