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Disclaimer: Charlie and Bill aren't mine. I'm making no money off of this.
Warning: Slash, and incest. This was written for my wife, it's pure smut. PURE SMUT I generally prefer stories with more substance, but I was asked nicely to write this.
Dedication: For Moira and Kitten, my two special gals. See what you made me do....
Author's note: Please don't hurt me! Okay, okay, this is a really odd pairing. I've seen plenty of twincest, and a handful of those with Percy involved. But I haven't seen any of the other Weasley's get involved. And, well, Bill and Charlie have always seemed a bit wild...oh, forget trying to justify it, I just think it would be hot, damn it! This PWP, no plot at all. Or, well, not much of one. The boys get drunk, and things happen. I was urged to write it by a good friend and my significant other, so here it is. And no, I am telling you now, there will not be a sequel. This is a one shot.

Flamers will be laughed at, as always.

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Brotherly Love

It started innocently enough. Everything always does. It had been Bill's idea...he and Charlie were alone in the burrow. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had taken the younger Weasley's to visit a neighbor, leaving the two eldest alone. They trusted both of them, Bill having been Head Boy the previous year when he graduated Hogwarts and Charlie being responsible as well. They had planned on being away for most of the day, and the two teens had needed *something* to do to occupy themselves. Bill had mentioned a secret stash of alcohol he kept under his bed, and Charlie had been all for it. He had never really drank before, and thought 'what the hell?'.

Now, he was lying on the foot of Bill's bed, thoughts happily dulled and fuzzed by half a bottle of rather cheap brandy. Bill was sitting on the floor, head resting on the mattress. He wasn't quite so far gone, and was on his fourth or fifth beer.

"Why've I never done this before?" Charlie asked, closing his eyes and sighing deeply.

"Dunno." Bill responded.

"I thought you were the good son." He added, rolling over suddenly.

"Am. Nothing wrong with getting smashed now and then." Bill defended himself. He took a swig of the beer, looking over at Charlie. "And I'm not 'the good son'. I'm just me."

"S'right. If you were really a good son, you'd cut your hair. Mum's having cats over it, you know."

"I know. Wait'll she finds out about the earring. That'll be fun."

"You've got an earring? When did that happen?"

"Dunno...while ago. Jest a stud, but when I move out I'll get something bigger. The girls love it." Bill tucked the hair that was covering his ear back, showing Charlie the small black stud in his earlobe.

"They love anything on you." Charlie said, peering at his older brother. It was true. Bill had a certain roguish look to him...long red hair, a flair for black leather, and devil may care glitter in his dark blue eyes. It drove the girls mad. Charlie considered himself to be attractive, in a far tamer way. Shaggy red hair that he let grow to below his ears, tanned face, and a more muscular build. He was more of the outdoors type then Bill was.

"Yup. Doesn't hurt with the guys either."

"Huh?" Bill's latest statement didn't make all that much sense to Charlie.

"What?" Bill blinked, trying to raise an eyebrow.

"Didn't get what you said, that's all." Charlie sighed, wondering if drinking anymore would help him understand.

"I said it helps with the guys, too. Not just girls."

"Oh. S'what I thought you said. Uh...what?" Sitting up, he tried to work though this new information.

"Oh come on, like you've never thought about other guys?" Bill sat forward and turned around, so he was facing Charlie.

"Oh, course I have." The younger of the two waved his hand dismissively. "Everyone does."

"Well, you ever done more'n just think about it?"

"Nah."

"You've never kissed another guy?" Bill tucked a bit of hair that had come loose from his ponytail behind his ear, studying his brother intently.

"Nope. Kissed a girl though. Kissed a couple, come to think of it." Charlie grinned. He had had a couple of girlfriends over the years, but he wasn't much for commitment. It scared him. He didn't want to get settled or stuck, and long term relationships meant either or both.

"Yeah, so've I. But I've kissed other guys, too."

"Really?" Charlie had never given any thought to his brother's sexuality. It was one of those things that just never occurred to him.

"Yeah." Bill nodded. Charlie nodded back, frowning thoughtfully. He supposed it really wasn't that much of a surprise. Bill was a bit...wild. How he had managed to make it to Head Boy, Charlie would never know. He took risks, and had a long lasting affair with danger. And as far as Charlie knew, he had been sexually active since age fifteen.

"Oh. Who?" Charlie found himself rather interested. He had thought about other guys, sometimes in very intimate ways. It was inevitable. He went to school at Hogwarts where he shared a dorm with four other males. He played Quidditch, so he was used to showering with other males. he'd caught himself looking a few times, and quite liking what he saw.

"Uh...Chris Higgins." Bill said, and Charlie nodded. Chris was a year ahead of Charlie, but a year behind Bill. And one of those Quidditch players Charlie had admired in the showers...

"He's good looking. Damn good Quidditch player too. Bloody good Keeper. Got a nice arse."

"You've got no idea. And Ludovik Cravers." A Ravenclaw that had been in Bill's year. Charlie only nodded, still thinking about Chris in the shower. "So...you've never kissed another guy?" Bill pressed again.

"I told you I hadn't. Never got a chance to, I guess. Hard to tell what guys are gonna kiss you back or break your nose, isn't it?" Charlie asked, crossing his legs to get more comfortable. //I must be drunk. I'd never be having this conversation if I weren't. Well, maybe I would be. Bill and I are pretty close.//

"Really? You want to?" Bill persisted, cocking his head.

"Yes, I want to. Why not? Try everything once, and all of that, I guess." he shrugged.

"Come here." Bill said, patting the floor beside him.

"No. I'm comfy on the bed. You come here." Besides, Charlie didn't think his legs would allow him to cross the short distance between them.

"Fine." Bill rose-rather steadily, Charlie thought offhandedly-and sat next to his brother on the bed. "Making things difficult..."

"Shut up. You were the one who wanted to move."

"No, I wanted you to move." Bill pointed out.

"You wanted movement." Charlie snapped, shaking his head. //Whoa. Not so fast...not a good idea.//

"All right, all right. So you'd really kiss another guy? Or is it just one of those 'well, it'd never actually happen, so I may as well say I'd do it' sort of things?"

"I'd really kiss another guy, okay?" Charlie threw up his hands. "Geez, what's with the inquisition? So I'm bi, big deal. So'r you, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am." Bill said. He locked his gaze with Charlie's, who was suddenly struck at how very *deep* Bill's eyes were. They were a darker blue then Charlie's own, and they were simply very sexy. //You know, sexy's really not a word you should be using to describe your brother. Even if he is.//

"Kay then." It seemed Bill had been waiting for some sort of response. The older Weasley nodded, and his hand reached out to cup the side of Charlie's face. It was a light touch, and his thumb stroked his younger brother's cheekbone, running gently over the slender arch of bone. Charlie sighed, closing his eyes. Bill's hand was warm and nice, and it was all very pleasant. He didn't open his eyes when he felt Bill's other hand on his thigh, nor when he felt Bill's breath on his own face. But he did open his eyes when Bill's lips brushed against his own, fleetingly and butterfly soft. At that, his eyes flew open and he stared into his brother's amused eyes.

"What the fuck?" He managed, before Bill's lips were on his again, firmer this time. They were warm and insistent, and extremely soft...

//What the fuck?// His thoughts echoed his expression, and he simply froze, entirely unsure what to do. Bill's mouth on his was nice. Obviously he had plenty of experience kissing. His lips brushed over and over again against Charlie's, light then firm, in a sort of pattern. Charlie didn't want it to stop...but he knew that it couldn't be happening! Bill was his *brother*. Brother's didn't so this sort of thing. Did they?

"Gotta....stop." Charlie mumbled, his lips sliding erotically against Bill's as he spoke. His older brother's arms were now sliding around his waist to pull him closer, into a more intimate embrace.

"Why?" Bill asked, lips finding Charlie's jaw bone where it met his neck, kissing gently.

"This isn't right." He put his hands firmly on Bill's shoulders, in an attempt to push him away. Despite being two years younger, Charlie was stronger then his older brother and would have had no problem pushing him away...except he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to.

"Why not?" Bill asked, lifting his head to stare into Charlie's eyes. *He* obviously had no problems with the situation. One hand stroked Charlie's back and the other slid up to tangle in his hair.

"Cause." Charlie answered. "It's not right."

"You said that already. What's wrong with it?"

"In case you hadn't noticed, we're brothers." Charlie pointed out, his hands still on Bill's shoulders.

"Yeah. So?"

"So....we shouldn't do this."

"Why not? You love me, don't you?"

"Well...of course I love you." Charlie shook his head, and immediately stilled it at the wave of nausea that passed over him. "I love you a whole lot. You know that."

"Yeah. And I love you. A whole lot. So there's nothing wrong with this." Bill was being far too rational about the whole thing.

"But...." Excuses failed Charlie. //Why's it wrong? He's my brother. I love him. Why shouldn't I want to be close to him? I *was* just thinking he was sexy...//

"See?" Bill didn't wait for a response, but kissed Charlie again, this time far more insistently. His tongue slid out, tracing Charlie's lips, arching over them in a delicate sweep. //Nah...there's nothing wrong with this. Feels to good to be wrong...// Abandoning all inhibitions, Charlie parted his lips, allowing Bill to slide his tongue inside. The sensation was amazing. Bill's tongue caressed his lips before slipping between them, gently and enticingly. He stroked it along Charlie's teeth, his palate, his own tongue...it sent shivers through his body, and his hands moved from Bill's shoulders to his back, pulling him close. lie lie twisted his torso, uncrossing his legs to tangle them with his brother's. They were pressed together tightly now, tongues twining together inside of Charlie's mouth in a wild dance.

Bill was taking the lead. His hand on Charlie's back was teasing and stroking, and he moved it down to rest on the small of his brother's back, before slipping it up under Charlie's sweater. The younger brother shuddered, arching his back as he felt those talented digits on his bare back, stroking lightly. His earlier protests were forgotten, and he crushed himself against Bill, hands eagerly exploring the slender body. A small part of his mind still wanted to insist that this was disgusting and horrid and absolutely awful, but he ignored it, focusing instead on the light caress' of Bill's hand and tongue. It had never been like this with the girls Charlie had made out with.

They kissed and petted for a few minutes, tangled together on the bed. Then, Bill gently began easing Charlie onto his back, his lips moving to glide easily over Charlie's face, kissing at his cheekbones and eyelids and the bridge of his nose. There was no protest, and Charlie allowed his brother to slide his sweater off, tossing it onto the floor. A twinge of doubt and guilt flared up, but Charlie quickly quashed it. He was floating in an alcohol and pleasure induced daze, and he had no desire to come back to his senses. Bill's hands were on his bare back, palms making wide circles on either side of his spine, fingers kneading at each dip and curve of his vertebrae.

"God, Bill..." He moaned, as his brother's mouth found a sensitive spot at the base of his neck, sucking the skin up into his mouth and running his tongue over it. Charlie writhed, Bill's hands slipping out from around his back to caress his shoulders and upper arms.

"Damn Charlie, when'd you get so buff?" Bill mumbled, lips and tongue still working their own magic on Charlie's throat. His fingers massaged Charlie's biceps, kneading the firm flesh. Charlie simply chuckled, hands tangling in his brother's hair as Bill slid his lips down to suck and lick at the hollow of his throat. Charlie let his own hands wander down, tracing patterns on Bill's back through his sweatshirt, before sliding under the garment to pet at the smooth skin beneath. His body was afire with little electric jolts, and he was suddenly aware of a very insistent pressure down there...

"Told you you'd like this..." Bill muttered, hand straying lower to rest at Charlie's hip. Again a small wave of doubt. How far were they going to go? How far did Charlie *want* to go? He knew he'd have to do something. He was too excited not to. But...

Wishing he were a bit more sober, he trailed his fingers down Bill's spine, just thinking how different it all was. Lying in bed, wrapped in an intimate and erotic embrace with his brother-his brother! And yet he felt no revulsion, no disgust. Only warmth and contentment and of course arousal, because Bill's lips and fingers were mercilessly assaulting him, bruising his skin with their intensity. Lips on his chest, his stomach, hands on his hips, thighs...and Charlie knew, that whatever they ended up doing, it would be more then he had ever done before.

Soon, Bill's shirt was of as well, and his lips returned to capture Charlie's once more as they lay spread out, Bill's weight resting comfortably on Charlie, hips nestled comfortably together. Bill was certainly enjoying this as well, and Charlie moved his pelvis, pressing it more firmly against Bill's. He didn't care about anything anymore, except this.

"Oh...getting feisty, there bro?" Bill chuckled, fingers trailing tantalizingly slow down his chest, stroking his sternum, his stomach, and diverting their course to trial over the swell of his hip.

"Shut up..." Charlie mumbled, fixing his lips to the salty sweet skin of Bill's shoulder. He sucked and nipped, adding his teeth to the cacophony of sensations he was feeling and hoped he was causing. Bill moaned, fingers moving upwards again, brushing against the firm swell between Charlie's legs....

That brought reality crashing down around him. They shouldn't be doing this. Not at all. but then Bill's hand slid down inside of his jeans, stroking him and teasing him and he found he couldn't voice the protest that was rising in his throat. He had never done anything like this before, except by himself, alone with his own fantasies. But Bill's hand on his hardness was very much real, fingers wrapped firmly about it, pumping expertly. Charlie closed his eyes, his thoughts a torrent of confusion. Be wanted Bill to stop, *needed* Bill to stop, but could do nothing to make that wish a reality...

"Bill..." Was all he was able to say, throwing his head back at the sensations that were crashing over him. Bill's tongue was tracing patterns on his stomach,linilining the well defined musculature, and his other hand was gripping Charlie's hip, and it was so good, but so wrong, and he was straining and bucking and crying out and Bill was pumping him faster, fingers kneading, and it was blinding and hot and all consuming....and then it was over.

"What. The. Fuck." Was all Charlie could say, rolling away from Bill, out from under him.

"What?" Bill asked, shaking back his hair. Somehow it had come loose from it's tail, and was hanging in a sheet about his face.

"We shouldn't have done that." Charlie said.

"Who says we're done?"

"I do!" Charlie stood up, painfully aware of the evidence of what had just happened. He was pretty sure he was sobering up. He felt ill...

"Whoa...wait a minute..."

"Bill, please!" Charlie took a deep breath, standing up. He was unsteady on his feet, and there was an unpleasant lurch in his stomach. "I think I'm gonna be sick..."

"It couldn't have been *that* bad..."

"Not from *that*!" Charlie yelped. "I think it's from the brandy...aw...fuck..." Charlie bolted out of the room, and down the hall to the bathroom. he did have to be sick. He hunched over the toilet, his throat burning, and then Bill was there, rubbing his back gently.

"You okay?" he asked, wiping Charlie's hair back from his forehead.

"Better now." Charlie reeled away, wiping his mouth with a hand towel. "Shit. Remind me never to get drunk again. 'Specially not with *you*."

"Hey, what'd I do?" Bill asked. He was still shirtless, and Charlie's eyes were drawn to his smooth, slim torso. It reminded him of a statue. //Don't think about him like that, damn it! bad enough he just got you off.//

"Look, can we never, ever talk about that again? Please?"

"Okay..." Bill said, hands shoved in his pockets. "Prude..."

"I'm not a prude!" Charlie exclaimed. "I just...I mean...that was extremely weird."

"But it was good." Again that blank rationality.

"That doesn't matter! In fact, that makes it worse! I just got a hand job from my brother, and I liked it. That's something that messes with a guy's mind, you know."

"Hey, I'm the brother that gave you that hand job, and I sure as hell don't have a problem with it. And you might want to fix your pants, they're about to fall off."

Charlie glanced down, and saw his pants were indeed threatening to slip off of his hips. he pulled them up, wincing as they reminded him quite pointedly of what had just happened. He buttoned them quickly, and looked down at the floor.

"I just don't want to think about it, okay."

"All right. Fine." Bill held up his hands. "Then I suggest you get your arse out of the bathroom, cause I need to get off."

Charlie flushed. he did feel a bit guilty. He had gotten off, and Bill was still...//Don't think like that. Thinking like that can only get you in trouble. Lots of trouble.// But Charlie sighed, already regretting what he was about to do.

"Nah. Here." he said, sinking to his knees. He glared at Bill, shaking his head as he unzipped his brother's jeans.

"What happened to not talking about what happened?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow.

"This isn't talking." Charlie mumbled, as he slipped his hand inside of Bill's pants, fingers coming in contact with his erection. //And you're sober now, more or less. No excuses. You're a sick fuck, deal with it.// He gritted his teeth, knowing that it was all a show. A part of him enjoyed this immensely. He let his fingers travel the entire length of Bill's erection, pulling his pants down further to gain better access. Chewing his bottom lip, he wrapped his fingers around it firmly, eyes never leaving Bill's. He slid his hand up and down the slick length of it, his thumb rubbing the underside of the shaft lightly. It was smooth and soft, and not in the least unpleasant. Bill's dark blue eyes were clouded with lust, and a slight bit of amusement. Suddenly, sibling rivalry kicked in. Charlie ran the nail of his thumb along the slick underside, feeling Bill shudder. This wasn't just drunken groping anymore. He squeezed, gently but firmly, and slid his hand all the way up. he'd never given another guy a hand job, but he had gotten himself off plenty of times. This really wasn't all that different. Eyes still locked on Bill's, he leaned forward, tongue darting out to lick the tip of Bill's erection. The taller boy shuddered, hands gripping Charlie's head. Growing bolder, he slid his tongue along the side of Bill's erection, tasting the salt and sweat and smooth skin. He pressed the flat of his tongue to it, fingers rubbing along it. He wrapped his lips around it, tongue still sliding back and forth, and sucked gently at it. He was surprised to find he enjoyed this, also. It wasn't bad at all. It was warm, and quivering, and tasted...Charlie couldn't quite pin it but it certainly wasn't unpleasant. Removing his lips, he smiled wickedly. He wrapped his fingers around Bill's hardness once more, his palm sliding easily over the slick length. He pumped hard, and in a few moments Bill was climaxing, hands tightening almost painfully on Charlie's scalp.

"There." Charlie said, standing up and washing his hands. "Now never again is this spoken of. I mean it."

"Yeah, sure..." Bill said, grinning wickedly. he reached around Charlie to grab a hand towel and began cleaning himself up. "Till next time..."

"No! There's not going to be a next time!" Charlie insisted. "That was it. And it shouldn't have happened. Now...I'm going to go downstairs and have some crackers or something." He really didn't want to think about what had just transpired. //Just tell yourself it was a dream. Or that it never happened.// but he knew it wasn't, and it had. And Bill would never let him forget. Oh, he wouldn't *say* anything, but he'd wink or smile lasciviously, or do *something*. And Charlie would never be able to forget.

//You don't really want to, though. Cause it was good, and you liked it, and you wouldn't mind it happening again, but you won't let it. So just go downstairs and have your crackers and try and avoid Bill for the rest of the day.// Shaking his head and giving his older brother one last half hearted glare, Charlie adjusted his pants and went to do just that.

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