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Catching the Train	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 88963 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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With help from Lynn who works with me when it comes to flow, continuity and other issues.

Chapter 12

Making sure to carefully read though the papers he was supposed to sign, Bill was plenty dour over what he was doing. They were the divorce papers and working on the settlement for so much. It was just the idea of what he was doing that was hurting. While he understood why Fleur wanted the divorce and could easily see her end, it was just—he had hoped she could handle what he had become. Knowing she couldn't just compounded the hurt. Nothing more than that. And he sure didn't blame her either. He had changed and would be the first to admit it.
Looking up as the kitchen door opened, he nodded to Sirius. Moving down, making sure the papers were all corralled into one area, he went back to reading. It didn't help matters either that this was all in legalese and hard to decipher. In fact, trying to get through parts was giving him a slight headache as he tried to translate it.
Getting the usual ready, sending two cups of tea to the table, he then walked over and poked his head out the door to make sure Harry was right behind. Normally he would shout, but Bill was here, so he wouldn't.
It was about a week after the two had moved in and it was going fine. Most times, unless the four of them saw each other in passing, they didn't know they were there. As far as he was concerned, it was perfect that way.
Nodding to Bill as he sent the meal for the two of them to the table, he glanced at the paperwork there. Assuming what it was, he didn't say anything. Sighing when the still tired and not yet completely with it Harry hadn't shown up yet, he then grinned. They had been up a tad later than normal playing with some new 'toys' they got, so Harry hadn't slept as long as he usually did. That tended to make him not only run behind, but end up forgetting multiple items. He didn't mind it, honestly, as they had nothing that required them to be at the club today, so they could show up when they felt like it. It just came down to he liked to be there at set hours so if something did go wrong, they were easy to get, nothing more than that.
About to go poke his head out again and call for Harry, he shook his head when his husband came in. As expected, Harry was still plenty out of it. While he had his dragon-hide trench slung over his arm, he didn't have a shirt on or his normal boots. Snorting, he said, taking a seat, “I think you forgot some bits, Harry.”
Giving Sirius a bleary eyed look, not comprehending, Harry asked, “Wassat?” He wasn't awake enough still to be on the ball yet, so he was lost.
“Um—your shirt and boots for starters,” Sirius snorted, sipping his tea.
Looking down, Harry groaned and muttered, “Shite!” Scrubbing a hand over his face then shaking his head, he dropped his trench on the bench beside Sirius. Grabbing his cup of tea, he downed it then sighed, “I'll be right back.” Turning, he then headed back out the door to grab what he forgot.
Snorting, shoulders shaking, Sirius called after him, “Don't forget your wallet. You don't have that on you either. And your keys.” Hearing Harry mutter 'shite' again, he shook his head once more then started on his food.
Chuckling himself, Bill shook his head. In the last week, he hadn’t seen the two much and when he did it wasn't them getting ready to go. Normally they were either heading out the door or it was their day off. Picking up his butterbeer, he asked, “Is he always like this?”
“Oh yes,” Sirius told him, grinning again. “Unless I make sure he has it on him before he comes down, he'll forget it. Harry's not a 'morning' person anymore.” What he didn't add was that keeping Harry like this so he was distracted was for the best at this point. Until he could adjust to the new people in the house, it was best for Harry to remain off-kilter. If he stayed slightly befuddled and busy, he wasn't likely to end up set off by something.
“Ron must have rubbed off on him while they were in school. He was always like this at home,” Bill told him with a shake of his head.
“It just takes him time to get with it, nothing more,” Sirius assured him. Looking up when the door opened, he nodded to Charlie who looked like he was just coming in from work. However, he gave an amused snort when the door swung back and Harry apparently misjudged it, so it smacked him in the face. Hearing the muttered 'bloody hell' from him, he snorted when Harry then walked in, holding his nose.
Refilling Harry's cup with tea, he tried not to laugh as his godson sat down, one boot now on while he carried the other as he fumbled with his wallet and keys. Glancing that way, his shoulders started shaking again and he told him, “You're shirt is on inside out and backwards from the look of it.”
Looking at Sirius, trying to comprehend that, Harry then downed the tea and glanced at his shirt. Swearing under his breath, he slipped his boot on then pulled the shirt off and righted it. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he groaned then looked at his plate. “This isn't the way to start the day,” he grumbled, pulling the plate closer and digging in.
Snorting softly, Sirius shook his head. Typical Harry, honestly. Unless he double checked before Harry came down, this was normal. Especially if he let him sleep until only an hour or so before they needed to leave. He required at least an hour to get with it if he didn't help.
Grinning at what he saw, Charlie shook his head. This was a riot. He wasn't used to being around the two much by yet, so he was getting used to quirks. So far it wasn't bad and nothing they couldn't handle.
Ruffling Harry's hair and giving him a nudge, Sirius told him, “You're fine. I think you've got it all in place finally. That's all that matters. We'll double check to make sure you have everything before we go.”
“We better or I'm likely to leave something important behind, like my head,” Harry muttered as he dug into his food. Though he saw Bill and Charlie, giving them a nod, he was more focused on getting his food into his mouth without wearing it and waking up than them.
Finding this hilarious, Bill cleared his throat then told Sirius, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice, “This weekend my daughter will be over. I've got it written on the calendar we have up, but wanted to pass it along in case you didn't see it.”
“I hadn't looked yet, so it's a good thing you did,” Sirius told him. Chuckling, he added, “I'll make sure Harry has all his clothes on when he comes down, don't worry.” Then he laughed when Harry shot him the two fingered salute.
Pressing on, Sirius told him, “We won't be around for most of it, honestly. Weekends are busy and we go in earlier than we do during the week. She might see us in passing, but that's about all. Besides, she's well behaved, so I'm not worried.”
“I didn't figure it was,” Bill told him, happy for the break from the mind melting paperwork. “One day we're going to visit mum, of course, but we'll be here for the rest.”
Nodding at that, Sirius checked the time after sending his now empty plate to the sink. Nudging Harry, he told him, “Get a move on it, we've got to get out of here in fifteen minutes.”
Finishing off the rest of his food then sending his plate to the sink, Harry downed his third cup of tea, feeling more alert. “I'm ready, I think. Maybe.” Then he stood, making sure his keys and wallet were in his pockets.
Standing with a groan, Sirius began his normal checklist of what they had to take. This was a habit he started when they first opened the club and it actually helped both of them make sure they had all they needed. For Harry, it was more a continuity of who was in charge to set the night off on the right foot. Guiding Harry towards the door with a hand on his back, he continued to rattle off the normal while summoning what he had to take. When the door swung shut behind them, he grinned and said, “I think we're good, providing you didn't forget something like your undies.”
Glancing down at the black dragon-hide pants he was wearing, Harry scratched his head then rolled his eyes. “I think I would know if I didn't as these pants would be rather uncomfortable, Sirius!”
“Just making sure,” Sirius grinned, hand drifting down and groping Harry's arse. “After all, you forgot your shirt and boots.”
“I'm having one of those mornings,” Harry groaned, rolling his eyes. “Nothing more than that.”
“I noticed,” Sirius told him, leaving his hand on that nice arse. “So did Bill.”
“Don't remind me,” Harry groused, moving towards the front door. Stopping, he waited for the usual before slipping his trench on.
Giving Harry a light swat on the backside, Sirius then stepped in front of him. A quick spell had the collar and cuffs visible. The leash was as well. Good. He always wanted this done before they walked into the club. It wasn't that there was a problem with most trying with either of them, but he wanted it out there for the fools and Harry, both. A quick glance told him everything else was in place. Grabbing the couple of packages there, he waited for Harry to slip on the trench. While he wouldn't wear it in the club, it was something he liked to see Harry in, so he insisted. Once Harry had it in place, he guided him out the door then Apparated them away.

About an hour before bedtime, Bill and Charlie were relaxing in the room they were sharing, leaning against each other as they were on the settee in there. This was wonderful, for both of them, as they had put up with the Burrow long enough that they were still relishing in the quiet of the place.
Shifting around slightly, Charlie sipped at his butterbeer then asked Bill, “How much do you think Harry and Sirius are into the lifestyle of the club?” By this point, the two had seen how Harry dressed, with the collar, cuffs and leash, of course, and noticed some marks that indicated that he had been tied up. Beyond that, the two appeared to act normally. Well, as normal as it was for Harry anymore since he was different after the Final Battle.
Thinking that over, Bill looked at his brother then said, “I assume, since they started the club, probably pretty heavily. Not sure on that, though. To run something like that you would have to know what you're doing to make sure it was safe. From what we've both seen when we've gone in, it is.” Lowering his voice, he added, “We've seen the marks on Harry as well. That leans me towards they are, plenty.”
“Interesting,” Charlie told him, taking another sip of his drink. “Not something you would have expected of either of them if you ask me. Especially Harry. I mean, he was always the leader in so much, being the one to guide whatever. And it's obvious he's the submissive, as they call it. We know the names they go by with everyone at the club is Master S and Slave H, well, except those of us that know them that is.”
“It is odd, I admit that,” Bill nodded, thinking that over. “Makes you wonder who brought up the whole thing. I get it's not our business, but it is curiosity.”
“I'm leaning towards Sirius on that bit. You know what Harry was like. Not seeing how he would have been exposed to such areas before Sirius came back.” Charlie said. “You know what he was like and that horrible place he lived. We both know some areas about sex are discussed in the dorms, of course, but not seeing this one with what we know of who was in his year.”
“I agree,” Bill admitted after pondering that for a few seconds. Quietly, he asked, “Have you noticed how Sirius doesn't let Harry out of his sight for long? I'm not saying that there is anything bad going on or that he's being abusive, it's just odd. It's a bit like they’re joined at the hip. From what I can remember it's been like this since they came back. You do tend to get a bit clingy when it starts out, but that fades as you get used to each other and settle in. This hasn't. Sirius doesn't let Harry stay alone with anyone. And, from what I've noticed, Harry doesn't seem to mind a bit.”
“I thought it was just me seeing something that wasn't there,” Charlie sighed, shaking his head. “I don't think it's anything abusive or whatever, like you said, it's just—off. Not sure how, though.” Shrugging, he added, “Might be related to whatever happened with those two after Harry died. Who knows. No one has really asked them about it and they've not discussed it with anyone as far as I know.”
“Could be,” Bill told him with a distracted tone. “It's just odd. Really odd. None of us knew Harry liked men and the bonding the day after the battle was really strange. Mum and dad are insistent that it's nothing to worry about and I'll take their word for that. I just think they know more than what they are telling the rest of us. What it might be—I don't know.”
“I suppose it's just a case of they have their secrets and we have ours,” Charlie shrugged. “As long as they're happy, I don't think it matters. With what we've seen, Sirius jokes around with Harry just like he always has. That's not changed much other than it's a bit more personal, like you would expect with the relationship that is there now. And if whatever mum and dad know is something that would cause problems for us, they would have talked us out of moving here. They didn't even try. In fact, both thought it was a pretty good idea and seemed to like it.”
“Very true,” Bill said after thinking about it for a couple moments. “I don't suppose it's anything to worry about, honestly. It might just related to both of them being dead, like was explained to us by dad. Nothing more. I mean, that has to change you, Charlie, at least in some ways. I'm sure it did them. Especially Sirius with as long as he was gone.” Shaking his head, he added, “Dad said Sirius waited for Harry that whole time, alone. If that doesn't tell you love I don't know what does.”
“I guess I didn't think about it like that,” Charlie sighed. “We knew Sirius would have done anything for Harry. There must have been more to it. You know—I don't mean sexual or anything, just more than what most of us saw.”
“Could be,” Bill told him with a shrug. “Nothing to worry about I don't think. They both seem happy. That's all that really matters in the end. Whatever they're into isn't our business. Just like what we are isn't theirs.”
“True,” Charlie snorted. “We sure don't want them poking this direction and finding out anything, that's for damned sure.”
“Exactly,” Bill agreed. “It's interesting, though, the club that is. We've both heard of such bits over our time, but not really seen much. At least I haven't. My assumption is you haven't either. I've at least seen some mags on it in the past. Not something I understand, beyond, maybe, the thrill of letting someone you trust tie you up. That could be fun if it was with the right person. The rest we've seen in the club? Very much don't see how some like it. Especially the pain part.”
“The pain I do not get,” Charlie told him with a snort, shudder and shake of his head. “I really don't. Especially some of the more extreme end we've seen when we've gone in. That's enough to make you cringe and I don't see how it's the least bit arousing.”
“Agreed there,” Bill nodded. “Some I get, like the giving up control and having it. That could end up fun if you were with someone you trusted. Other parts are just freaky as hell and I do not get how someone would like it. The fisting we saw the one night comes to mind with that.”
“Bloody hell, that made me cringe just watching!” Charlie told him with a moan and shudder. “I don't get that one, I really don't.”
“Didn't think you'd be into anything like that,” Bill chuckled. “And I doubt I could do it even if you wanted me to, trust me!” Grinning just a tad, he added, “The tying up I can see as it could end up fun. Not the kind in the club, of course, but more like just a bit to play.”
Grinning just a little himself, Charlie nodded, “I can see where that would be fun to play with. At least a little. Just not what we've seen in that club. Blimey! Some of that looks like it not only takes forever to get just right, but bloody painful. You've seen the marks and bruises on Harry from what we know is that. I don't see where either of us would enjoy that shite!”
“No, nothing that causes pain or marks,” Bill told him with a firm shake of his head. Looking at the time, he groaned. “Right, we both need to get to bed.” Leaning over and kissing Charlie, he then stood with a groan. More crap to do the following day, of course, and stress to go along with it. Probably for both of them. So, sleep was needed.

Lying in bed with Charlie curled up to him about midnight, Bill was still awake. His mind was too busy for him to sleep. As would be expected, most of it was about the divorce and all that came with such areas. They were being as nice about it as they could and Fleur wasn't jabbing him over it, but there was a tonne still to work out. Support and giving up the house were the easiest parts on it. From how it looked, she was going to have to get a job because he couldn't support her and himself, both, on what he made. While he was doing quite well, the money just wasn't there for both areas.
Shutting his eyes after gazing out the window, he curled up to Charlie, who pressed tighter to him. This helped, honestly. Unlike some that just went and found a new relationship right after it was ending, this wasn't that way. The relationship there was one that just extended from long ago. That's what he needed; continuity. It also helped that it was something they both adored. Even better.
Feeling one of Charlie's arms drape over him, he smiled as his eyes drifted shut. Only his brother could accept him for what he had become. He doubted he would find anyone else that ever would. They might try, but some of the more undesirable traits that came from what Fenrir did would drive most off. They didn't bother Charlie a bit.
Thinking over the talk earlier, he found himself a bit more curious about some of what was discussed. Part of that was the relationship between Harry and Sirius. He was sure that they were heavily into it from all they had seen. That piqued the curiosity, of course. There were plenty of questions over it as well. He just wasn't going to be bold enough to ask them. Though if it was put out there by one or the other, he might poke a tad to see what was said on the topic. There was another part, though.
Part of him, that instinct that was now there that drove the more animalistic traits, liked some of what he saw in the club. Not so much the pain, and inflicting it, but the dominance area. There was something thrilling thinking about being that much in charge over someone and them doing what you instructed. That dominance was something he was now struggling with when it came to many areas, causing problems. Well, that and being so animalistic. Neither were areas that bothered Charlie in the least, but had Fleur, a lot. So, part of him was now wondering about it.
From what he saw with what went on, though he hadn't paid that close of attention, this was quite structured with rules to the 'game'. Those weren't something he knew or how to go about finding out what they were. What he didn't want to do was ask either Harry or Sirius. No, he didn't think he could manage to do that. Maybe, though, paying attention when they went in for a drink then asking that way might be the method for finding out. He was sure it wouldn't be taken as he was fishing for information, just curious. After all, he and Charlie had asked about some of what they saw before.
Rolling over, he spooned up next to Charlie with an arm draped over him. Shutting his eyes, he sighed. His mind now shifted the hurt coming from the divorce to this other area, wondering where he could go to get information to start to understand. It wasn't something you could go into Flourish and Blotts to buy books on. As he thought about it, he wondered if there was anything in Muggle bookstores. Those he could handle easily with no one thinking anything was off or recognizing him.
Deciding that was the way to go, he planned to pop into one after work the following day. After all, he was going to the Ministry to get an application for a job there. Though he liked Gringotts, the Ministry position coming open in the DMLE had to do with an area he was damned good in and paid plenty more. With Kingsley still in charge, he figured he had a good shot at it. So, he thought he could pop into one and see what he could find. He also wouldn't be embarrassed asking someone that knew or might recognize him for such areas.
Sighing as he tried to relax, he wondered what learning about all this would do and where it might lead. Charlie was one to let him take charge in so much, but he wasn't sure how he would feel about a more structured bit in this area. And if he did find it to his liking, he was sure it would lead to him wanting it. That might end up an issue. Deciding to think about that later, he tried to focus so he could get some sleep. It wouldn't do to be tired in the morning, after all.
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