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Even the Wolf In You	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Bill/Charlie Views: 5306 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of it's characters, nor am I making any money off of this fic. Obviously.

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IV.

The divorce whizzed by so quickly that Bill found himself left with a feeling of vertigo. There was no argument about the house – Fleur would be moving back to France; she said he could keep it. Thing was, he didn't really want it. He'd built it for her. Now that she was gone – and he grudgingly admitted rightfully so – he and it felt like a poor fit, especially now that most of the furniture was gone. His father had donated a battered armchair to last him until he had the chance to redecorate, but it really didn't go with all the pastel and lace and Bill didn't care for it anyway as it was rather lumpy. He'd accepted it with grace even though he hadn't really wanted the bloody thing and promised to return it as soon as he had everything settled. There was plenty of settling to do: Fleur had swooped out of his life and returned when he was away at work to claim her things, and any of 'their' things she wanted. That included the living room furniture, the grandfather clock, and the good china.

He noted that she didn't leave her ring behind – no doubt with intent to sell. No matter. He didn't want that, either, no matter how much the bloody thing had cost him. It was a pittance compared to the barren halls of his empty house. He tried to look on the bright side – there were no more high heeled shoes to madden him tapping their way about, and no one to nag him about how many days you can safely eat take away for before it kills you – but mostly, Bill spent his time feeling wretched about not feeling quite wretched enough. He'd loved her, hadn't he? He wouldn't have proposed to her otherwise, and didn't believe that shite his mother spewed about her 'poor Bill' being bewitched by a half-veela. The love had just gone. It always seemed to happen that way. He had dated a lot in school, and it wasn't that he didn't fancy the girls, but somehow it always got old far faster than he'd expected it to. Fleur had lasted a tad longer, but he'd been mistaken to think it would last a lifetime. That begged the question though, of what his fickle heart was up to and who the next casualty would be.

"Bollocks, he's thinking again," a voice called from the kitchen doorway.

Bill clambered to his feet and scooped his brother into a welcoming hug. "Charlie. You've become awfully punctual in your old age," he teased.

"Well, you know, after ten or twenty written warnings from my boss..." he joked before putting a few heavy bags down and looking about the place. "You sure about this? You put so much into this place, seems a shame to sell it."

Bill shrugged. "I thought about giving it to Ron, but that leaves Ginny and George rather out in the cold."

"Oh, and what am I, chopped liver?" Charlie laughed.

"As if you'd want it even if I offered," Bill replied. "Better to just be rid of it, I think. Start over somewhere new."

"Like where?"

Bill shrugged again. "Around London somewhere, I guess. It's just me now, so I don't need much."

"Bill, you can't live in London," Charlie said seriously. "Didn't you say it was sensory overload? You think you can really handle having another person only a thin wall away?"

"Well, what do you expect me to do, Charlie?" Bill snapped. "For Merlin's sake, look at this place! You think any of this is what I would have chosen if not for her?"

Charlie found himself horribly frustrated and shoved Bill against the wall. "Then make it yours!" he snapped back. "Don't just sell it because you're afraid to change it to suit your tastes and move to some flat where we both know you'll be miserable!" He let out a deep breath. "Shite, Bill. I know you've been in a rut lately, and I don't blame you for that, but it's time to snap out of it. Can't you make any decisions without considering another person's feelings?"

"I am not alone in the world, Charlie."

"No, but you are alone in this house," Charlie said more firmly. He walked back to where he had dropped the packages and pulled out a container of Professor Prewett's Any-Color Paint. "Now, we're going to paint this living room, as planned. "What color?"

"Brown?" Bill asked.

"Brown?" Charlie replied.

"Green?" Bill asked more uncertainly.

"Bill, why are you asking me? I don't live here."

"You might as well, as often as you visit," Bill answered dryly.

"If you don't pick a color right now, I'm painting the entire house Weasley Red. Three, two..." He pulled out his wand and touched the tip against the translucent paint.

Bill's mouth worked.

"Ooonneee...."

"White!" Bill blurted.

"Seriously? It's white now."

"No, but you were rushing me," Bill complained.

Charlie laughed that hearty laugh of his.

It made Bill smile. "Tan. How about we do it a warm tan, like the color of milk tea."

Charlie gave the room a once over as if he was really considering it from a design perspective, when honestly, he was a piss poor decorator and they both knew it. "Tea might be nice," Charlie agreed, and after just the right pause added, "if she left you any cups, that is."

Bill rolled his eyes at the lame joke. "Fine," he smiled in spite of himself. "Tea and biscuits, then painting."

*

Several hours later, Bill found himself laying on the living room floor again, staring up at the starkly white ceiling. Charlie was beside him. "Any biscuits left?"

"Glutton," Bill answered.

"Well, what kind of host are you? I painted half your bloody house, and all you've given me is biscuits and weak tea."

"If you want strong tea, don't rush me next time."

"We can go out for beer and chips," Charlie suggested.

"What is it with you and beer?" Bill laughed, rolling onto his side.

"It's filling and good for drowning sorrows."

"Oh, and you have an accumulation of sorrows do you? Where are you hiding them?"

"In my empty belly," Charlie retorted. "For starters."

Bill laughed. He poked at Charlie's podgy belly. "This doesn't look empty to me," he teased.

Charlie grabbed his prodding hand and said, "So, not all Weasleys are as fit as William the Great."

"Oh you're fit enough," Bill answered, thoughtlessly running his hand over one of Charlie's muscular arms. "You're my rock," he teased. "I'd kill for biceps like yours."

Charlie's spine tingled at the contact that he knew felt far more intimate to him than it was meant to be. He covered his awkwardness as best he could. "Yeah, well, too bad you're a bony sod," he quipped.

"A fit bony sod? Is that even physically possible?" Bill joked.

"You pull it off beautifully," Charlie answered before he could swallow the words. He regretted saying that, but he was sure Bill would take it as the snide remark it should be.

Bill's smile, for the first time in ages, reached his vibrant blue eyes. He reached out and caressed Charlie's cheek without really thinking anything of it, and his gaze saddened a bit. "Char. I've been in a sorry state for a long time, haven't I?"

"Hey hey, don't give me that look," Charlie answered, rolling on his side and bringing himself accidentally a bit too close to Bill. He didn't want to admit the error, so he stayed there. "You've been no trouble at all, really."

"Liar."

"No trouble that I wasn't willing to endure," Charlie amended. "You're my brother. Of course I don't mind a little trouble for your sake." 'And not just because we're family,' he thought, but that was a secret, and he intended to keep it that way.

"I'm a lot of people's brother," Bill answered. "But you're the only one I rely on like this."

"You've never asked anyone else," Charlie replied, wondering why he whispered that and why Bill's hand was pressed so lightly against his chest. He must feel the way Charlie's heart was pounding.

"Hm, this is true," Bill answered bemusedly. "I didn't want to."

There was this moment where Bill smiled at him and Charlie forgot how to breathe, where he had half a mind to blurt it all out, to confess everything, starting with Bill's kissable lips, ending somewhere in the vicinity of his very gropeable arse, and including the connection between Bill's laughter and a discernible warmth in the pit of his stomach. He had no way of replying to Bill under the circumstances, so he rolled onto his back again and let his gaze scan the room. "This color isn't bad," he said casually. "It's sort of cozy, you know?"

"Has more to do with us than the paint job, doesn't it?" Bill said thoughtlessly. He seemed to do that a lot around Charlie, but he couldn't help it. It was only alone with the stocky dragon keeper that Bill felt free to say whatever the first stupid thing that popped into his head was.

Charlie's stomach flopped. "Careful, if you insist on being such a charmer, I might kiss you." He tried to make it sound like a joke, but only half-succeeded.

"I might let you." Bill surprised himself with that answer, but what surprised him more were the butterflies that rioted in his stomach as he wondered if Charlie would take him up on the offer. When Charlie unconsciously licked his lips, Bill crumbled under the weight of his impulses and leaned over his brother, crushing their lips together quickly, before he could change his mind.

Charlie's eyes widened in shock, but only for an instant before he responded. He'd wanted this for so long that even if he was having a very realistic dream where Bill went completely mental, he was damn well going to enjoy it. He threaded his fingers into Bill's ponytail and parted his lips in invitation.

It was an invitation Bill took. Later, he would have a minor panic attack about snogging his brother, but at the moment, they just fit. Kissing Charlie was right. The way his hand slid around that muscular back, the way Charlie responded by putting one of his big, square hands against the base of his spine to pull Bill closer, the heat between them that made all the little things in life like divorces, werewolves, and the newly acquired madness that made Bill think getting an erection from kissing his own brother was the best thing that had happened to him in a long time – they were right, they had to be, because if they weren't then that could only mean the powers that be intended him to be a miserable, grumpy old sod who took in stray animals because he'd bungled every good thing that ever happened to him in life and had nothing else. He knew he wasn't nearly as perfect as the pedestal his family had put him on made him out to be, but Bill didn't think he was so bad off that Merlin had decided he deserved that sorry a fate.

The answer was Charlie, which was funny, because Bill didn't even realize he'd asked the universe a question until Charlie's tongue was halfway down his throat. The answer to all of his sorrow, all of his loneliness, that emptiness in the pit of his chest that he could usually convince himself was indigestion, was, quite simply, Charlie, and maybe it was always supposed to be. Charlie had always been home to him, and since Greyback mauled his face and ruined his winning personality, he'd needed that feeling of warmth and companionship more than ever. Without Charlie, these past months, he had no idea how he would have kept it together. He'd been a git not to notice his affection for the dragon keeper had been more than just brothers, and more than best friends, far sooner than this.

He pulled away from the kiss because, even if Charlie was the answer to everything that was wrong with his life, he still wasn't quite the solution to that pesky breathing thing his body insisted on doing. "I think maybe I love you," he rasped against Charlie's jaw.

The embrace he found himself pulled into was enough to severely impede that whole breathing plan he'd been working on. "Merlin, Bill. If you had any idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that," Charlie choked out as he mentally begged whatever deity saw fit to oblige that this please, please, PLEASE, not be a dream. Alright, so maybe he could have done without the 'I think' and 'maybe', but the rest of it? "I love you," he answered. "So much. Shite. So, so much, Bill. You've no idea."

Bill smiled against Charlie's shoulder. "I rather think you just gave me a clue," he teased. The warmth spread from the pit of his stomach up into his chest and he realized he was happy for the first time in ages. How could he not be? Charlie was so damn cute, and the full weight of that cuteness was beaming right at him. That big, stupid grin, the sparkle in his eyes. And if Bill was being honest, the boner pressed into his ribcage didn't hurt either.

"I'll give you more than a 'clue' if we take this upstairs," Charlie quipped. "She did at least leave you with a bed, I hope? Because after painting half your bloody house, you at least owe me something softer than the kitchen counter to bend over when I'm begging you to bugger me senseless."

"Charlie!" Bill blushed. He hadn't actually thought that far ahead, but now that the words had hit the air between them, he found himself growing far too hard to refuse such an open invitation. Fuck yes. Grabbing the full globes of Charlie's bum, spreading them open and plunging into the tight heat ...listening to Charlie cry out his name in ecstasy... That was far too tempting an offer to refuse. He cleared his throat, but nearly choked on his own oxygen when Charlie nipped at his earlobe and pinched one of his nipples, sending his body aflame. Bill shuddered and moaned. "Yes! Ah. Shite, Charlie. If you don't cut that out, you're going to get shagged right on the bloody floor," he complained. He took a deep breath and gave his brother one more well-earned snog. "Upstairs. Now. And you'd damn well better be naked by the time we get there."

Charlie pulled Bill forward into another bruising kiss before scrambling to his feet and pulling his lanky brother with him. He didn't need to be told twice. The sooner they shagged, the better; it left Bill with less time to come to his senses and put an end to it. He tossed his shirt away as they stumbled around the couch toward the stairwell.

Bill stumbled over the arm and nearly fell on his arse before pulling Charlie tight against him again for another greedy kiss, raking his fingers through Charlie's short, wind-tangled hair.

At the base of the stairs, they wrestled Bill out of his shirt. A few buttons popped off and bounced across the floor. "Never gonna find those," Bill mumbled into another kiss, hands sliding over Charlie's bum.

"Fuck 'em," Charlie answered. "I'll buy you a new shirt."

"Never mind. I have seven others just like it," Bill purred against Charlie's throat. "But this, I think, is one of a kind." He gave his brother's arse a good squeeze.

Charlie moaned.

"Definitely worth sacrificing a shirt or two over, at least," Bill quipped, lifting his head to devour Charlie's mouth again.

Charlie felt dizzy with pleasure. He crushed Bill against the banister a few steps up, fumbling to release his belt and whip it out of his trousers, tossing it aside.

Bill swore under his breath. "That fucking hurt, Char."

"Sorry," Charlie muttered against his collarbone, but was too busy being aroused to really mean it.

Bill got his revenge by crushing Charlie down onto the steps and straddling his hips. Charlie grimaced as his shoulder crunched into the polished wood. That was going to leave a mark, but as Bill expertly unfastened his fly with one hand and pressed his hand inside the stockier Weasley's pants, Charlie found he couldn't care less, bucking up into the touch in spite of the uncomfortable positioning. He tried to lace his fingers in Bill's long hair, but the tie got in the way. He pulled it out and cast that aside as well – another thing Bill would be unlikely to ever find again. Charlie sat up, dragging his fingers through the liquid amber of Bill's hair and sucking his brother's lower lip between his teeth.

Bill moaned and shifted the kiss, trying to swallow Charlie's tongue again as he unfastened his own fly and pulled his pants down enough to let his burgeoning erection burst free. He fumbled blindly for a moment until he found Charlie's meaty hand and took it, leading it to the source of his need.

The kiss broke – Bill decided he would really have to do something about that pesky breathing habit – just as Charlie's fingers wrapped around his hot flesh. Bill shuddered in bliss as Charlie's mouth found his shoulder, placing breathless kisses along the collarbone. There was no way to compare previous hand jobs to this – his brother's large hand seemed as if it were designed to stroke his long prick. "Charlie..." he rasped as he continued to clumsily fondle the dragon keeper's erection, the elastic of Charlie's pants cutting into the back of his hand and leaving an angry red mark behind.

Charlie's mouth moved from Bill's collarbone to his sternum, almost delirious with pleasure just from the mutual wank, but as incredible as it was to have Bill at his mercy like this, a hand job wasn't going to do the job. He bit down on Bill's nipple, causing his older brother to cry out in pleasant surprise. Charlie let go of his brother's generous rod to grip his hips. He rolled them over, seating Bill on the next step up and tugging his beloved brother's trousers and pants all the way off, casting them carelessly behind him. The pants fell beside his ankle. The trousers gained a bit more distance and knocked over a lamp at the foot of the stairs that fell to the ground with an obvious shatter. Neither brother bothered to mention it.

Charlie, for one, had far more interesting matters to attend to than the state of his brother's furniture. He took Bill's erection in hand again, but this time, only to lead it to his mouth. Even this – how many times had he dreamed of this? Bill panting and flushed as he wrapped his lips around his brother's head, dragged his tongue along his tip, took the shaft into his mouth and down his throat. How many times? Charlie had lost count.

Bill sobbed audibly at the wet heat wrapped around him. He panted as Charlie bobbed up and down his length, but when he felt his stomach tighten and his balls start to clench he grabbed Charlie by the hair and forced him back. His pupils were dilated with desire as he pulled his brother to his feet and crushed him against the wall, grinding their erections together through Charlie's pants and kissing him desperately. "That's not how this is going to go," he rasped between kisses. He tried to remember to take deep breaths. Nothing would satisfy him tonight short of blowing his load deep into his beautiful brother's arse, but he was so close he could taste the bitter tang of his own desire in the back of his throat – his imagination, of course, that, but no less real to him for it.

They stumbled up the last stretch of stairs to the landing as a tangle of limbs – groping, grabbing, and snogging whatever was closest at the time. Once the obstacle course of stairs was out of the way, Bill shoved Charlie roughly against the bedroom door, nipping at his jaw. "I thought we had an agreement," he said sternly.

Charlie blinked at him through lust-fogged eyes. "We did," he stated, though at the moment he couldn't for the life of him remember what it was.

"So why in the hell are you still wearing clothes?" Bill looked pointedly down at Charlie's trousers and pants, which were barely hanging onto his hips at this point. His bum was the only thing keeping the prior in place, and a strong gust of wind would have put an end to that.

"Ah, right!" Charlie remembered with a laugh. He wriggled out of both articles of clothing and kicked them aside. They went flying through the bathroom doorway across the hall. His jeans landed over the edge of the tub. His pants over the hot water faucet on the sink. Bared before his brother at last, he didn't miss the hungry way Bill's eyes roved over his body, as if he wanted to devour it one inch at a time.

He'd had men look at him like they wanted to shag him spineless before, but the look on Bill's face as he pulled him into the bedroom and crushed him against the wall, pinning his hands over his head was a completely different level of lust. It floored him. He thought he knew Bill so well, but he'd have never imagined his laid back older brother could look so wild. His long hair mussed, his lips kiss-swollen, his body flushed with desire – the rage and ensuing emotional exhaustion Bill displayed during the full moon was nothing compared to this. This was the wolf in his brother – seeing what he wanted, taking it. Consequences be damned. Charlie moaned at the gentle graze of teeth across his throat and how intensely it contrasted with the forcefulness of Bill's hips grinding their erections together. "Fuck, Bill!" he rasped.

"Getting there," Bill assured, his voice rough with need. He let go of Charlie's hands and cupped his cheeks, crushing their lips together in a bruising kiss. He grabbed Charlie's wrist again and spun him about. Charlie nearly lost his balance, and gripped the top of the mirrored wardrobe to catch himself before he ruined the moment with his two left feet.

Bill grabbed him from behind, wrapping an arm around his midsection and pulling his head back with the other to pepper kisses along his throat. "Not a bad view," he quipped before sucking Charlie's earlobe between his teeth.

Charlie mewled. "B-Bill!" He could see himself now – red-faced with his short hair more mussed than usual, sticking up at odd angles because Bill kept raking his fingers through it and tugging at it when they kissed. He watched in breathless awe as Bill let go of his ear and sucked two of his own fingers into his mouth, dragged his tongue over them, between them, pulled them out, glistening, with a soft pop.

"I hope you don't mind it a little rough, Char," Bill whispered in his ear. Charlie could see the reflection of his own body shuddering. "Wand's still downstairs on the table. The muggle way will have to do."

Charlie couldn't answer. He was about to try, but he felt Bill's middle finger press against his arse and forced himself to take a deep breath. Without the stretching and lubrication spells it really was going to be rough, but he wasn't willing to wait for Bill to fetch a wand any more than Bill was willing to go fetch it. He opened his mouth as the finger breached him, but no sound came out. He shuddered and spread his thighs as Bill prodded at him. Gently – Bill was amazingly gentle for a man who looked as though he wanted nothing more than to pound him so hard that he wouldn't walk straight for a week.

One finger, deep inside. Charlie let go of a shuddering breath he didn't realise he was holding and leaned further against the mirror, dropping his forearms and forehead against the reflective glass to arch his back, give Bill better access to his anus. Bill didn't delay long before a second finger joined the first. Charlie grit his teeth against the wonderful, horrible pressure. He wasn't relaxed enough. It hurt. But it felt wonderful, too.

As Bill twisted and scissored the two digits, he used his free hand to pry open the wardrobe door to the left of them. He fumbled with the items inside – tossed aside several Gringotts jackets, a pair of black dress shoes, opened a jacquard patterned cloth box. There was a clatter as he knocked over several empty potion vials with the box as he dug around. He ignored it. Finally, his fingers closed around a vial of perfumed oil. He pulled it out and the rest of the box crashed to the floor. He couldn't care less.

Charlie lifted his head to see what Bill was up to, and barely managed to contain himself as he saw his brother using his teeth to uncap the vial. A lavender scent hit the air. Charlie realized the scented oil must have belonged to Fleur. He didn't have time to dwell on it as Bill emptied the contents over his erection and slicked his member up as best he could. It couldn't really replace lube, but it was better than nothing.

Charlie whimpered when his brother's fingers abandoned him, but the lack of contact only lasted a moment before he felt Bill's hands grip his bottom and pull his cheeks open wide. He took a deep breath as he felt his brother's tip nudging at his stretched hole...

...and let loose a scream he didn't even realize could rip its way out of his throat when his brother rammed quick and mercilessly into him. It was part pain, of course, but compared to the pleasure, the pain barely registered. Finally. Finally. He'd been waiting so long for this! In the heat of the moment, it felt as though his entire young life had been leading right to this instant, where Bill rammed into him so hard it forced him flat against the mirrored wardrobe, his cock smashed against the glass, his brother's body rubbing against him from behind.

"Charlie..." Bill rasped heavily, burying his face into the short layers of his stockier brother's hair. He slid his hands up Charlie's sides, his arms, until he was clutching the wardrobe with him, fingers intertwined. "Sorry," he apologized. He owed Charlie that. He couldn't hold himself back anymore. He hadn't even realized he was holding back until he felt the tight heat wrapped around him. He thrust hard. Charlie answered with an unintelligible whine, tilting his head so the side of his face was pressed against the mirror as firmly as the rest of his body. Bill thrust again. Charlie's feet left the ground for an instant under the force of the thrust, and the wardrobe rocked against the wall, then back onto all four legs with a thud-thunk. Again – Charlie knew this time to lift himself onto his toes. Thud-thunk! Thud. Thunk. Thud. Thunk. Thud. Thunk.

All the while Charlie gasped and moaned. Every time Bill thrust, his body slid along the glass. His cock rubbed and stuttered against the smooth surface. His taut nipples dragged with each desperate thrust and slide. His hot breath fogged the mirror. Thud-thunk-thud-thunk-thud-thunk. He gasped. He moaned. When Bill's rod rammed into his prostate he even sobbed. Charlie had been with men before, plenty of times, but it had never been like this – so desperate and depraved that even the furniture might not survive the wrath of their lust.

Bill was moaning open-mouthed against his shoulder. His cock pounded Charlie's prostate with every thud of the wardrobe. At each thunk, he pulled out so fast and so far that his tip was barely still inside, and then rammed forward again. The wardrobe was starting to squeak and creak under their exertions, as if it couldn't endure much more punishment. Charlie, too, didn't think he could withstand much more. He rasped his brother's name and felt Bill's hands grip his own tighter.

"Charlie," Bill whimpered. "Come. Please...I..." He shuddered, and his hot seed started to spill, hips still jutting in short, sharp thrusts, a few tears escaping his eyes from the intensity of his pleasure.

Charlie cried out as well. Feeling the heavy load his brother was gifting him with sent him over the edge and he sprayed his seed against his own reflection, which he now knew far more intimately than he ever imagined he would. It smeared between the mirror and his torso. He sobbed openly as Bill pulled out of him, his arse so stretched and full that the evidence of their lovemaking dripped down the back of his thighs.

Bill spun him around again, but more wearily. He pulled Charlie to him in a kiss that was no less greedy for their recent climax. He looked down at his brother as if he were about to say something deep and meaningful, but just as his lips parted to find the words, there was a creak and a crack. The back leg of the wardrobe snapped, causing the entire thing to tilt at an odd angle and lean backward against the wall. Bill blinked at it, then looked at Charlie, and they both started laughing.

Charlie buried his face against Bill's shoulder to try to contain himself, but his shoulders shook.

"I guess I overdid it a bit," Bill chuckled.

"We'll fix it later," Charlie answered. "I've taken rather a fancy to that wardrobe."

"I'll keep it then," Bill replied, kissing his brother softly as he maneuvered him around the scattered mess of clothing and potion bottles on the floor to the bed. "I've recently found myself rather attached to it anyway." He pushed Charlie down to the mattress and slid into bed beside him.

Charlie rolled against him and they shared a lazy kiss. He knew they should clean up, but their wands were all the way downstairs, and the shower was all the way across the hall. That was entirely too far when all he wanted to do was cuddle.

"Mm," Bill purred against his brother's lips. "Why didn't we do this sooner?"

"You were married," Charlie reminded him between soft kisses.

"Before that," Bill replied.

"I was an idiot," Charlie answered.

"Hmm," Bill purred. "That sounds about right."

"Git," Charlie griped.

"I love you too, Char," Bill laughed warmly, pulling the duvet over them and resting his head against the pillow to sleep. "Love you, too."
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