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It's Complicated	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2707 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and am not making any money off of it. The boys are all just so sexy I can't help playing with them a bit. I'll put them back when I'm done. In tact. ...probably.

Chapter List
- 1-1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-13
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A/N: Angsty, Fluffy, and
with way more drama than absolutely required to match the timeline of
'Tepid', which this fic is a companion to. That said, you don't have
to read one fic to follow the other. Any necessary information from
'Tepid' is briefly reiterated in this story. (don't ask me how the
companion fic became longer than the fic it's a companion too –
my muse is evil, and I blame starstruck86 for inspiring me with her
love of Charlie). I know I said I was writing a Snarry when I
finished my last fic, but...blame startstruck for getting me all
inspired to do other things. That Snarry is next on my list, though.

The main pairing of this
fic is Charlie Weasley/Seamus Finnigan. There are some other
pairings here, but I am choosing not to list them as doing so will
ruin some of the surprises built into the plot.

The entire fic is
written, so it's just a matter of how long it takes me to upload it
all (13 chapters + epilogue). If you're the impatient sort and don't
want to wait for me to upload it all, this story is already up on my
LJ in its entirety. (I use the same name at both sites).

It's
Complicated

Chapter
1

“Thanks
again, Charlie,” Bill said as he smirked down at the Hungarian
Horntail sheets Charlie had fitted the couch with for him.

It was a small apartment
just outside of the reserve where Charlie worked. Cozy though, Bill
thought, which was a surprise. He'd been expecting a real bachelor
pad from his happy-go-lucky younger brother. He spelled the couch a
few inches longer to accommodate his limbs. He could only hope it
wasn't lumpy, because he would be sleeping on it for the next eight
months while he was building his house just over the river in
Bulgaria.

Charlie shrugged and
tossed him a blue plaid blanket he'd been digging out of an expanded
chest at the foot of his bed. “That's what family's for,”
he said before a bit of mischief entered his eyes and he smirked.
“Besides, you're such a hopeless case, I figure you need all
the help you can get.”

Bill quirked a brow in
annoyance, then heaved a heavy sigh, raking his fingers through his
long hair. “I know, I know – fool for love and all that.
I can't help it. This is all brand new for me. I know that falling
for Viktor has turned me into a class-A idiot. Do you need to keep
reminding me?”

“Of
course!” Charlie declared a bit too happily. “I'm stuck
with you for the next three-quarters of a year. The least
you
owe me is a bit of entertainment. I mean, your wife walks out on you
and what do you do? You adopt and then fall for her best friend, who
happens to be very, very male – and chase him halfway across
Europe. Your soap opera of a love life is going to put a huge dent in
my
love
life, so I plan to get what amusement out of it I can. I can't
exactly bring cute boys home when you're sleeping on my couch, can I?
I can see it now: oh, don't mind Bill. I got him earplugs and a
blindfold. He'll hardly notice me bending you over the kitchen table
and shagging you raw.”

Bill
rolled his eyes. “You don't have a
love life, Charlie. You have a series of one night stands. You
recognize your date's arse before his eyes. There's something wrong
about that, don't you think? How long are you planning to keep it
up?”

“As
long as it's fun, obviously,” Charlie answered flatly. Bill was
always mother-henning him about this.

“I'm
being serious here, Charlie. You damn well know how dangerous that
kind of behavior is and...”

Charlie held up his hand
to stop the lecture right there. Yes, he knew. Of course there were
horror stories about gays going home with dark wizards, being
brutalized, killed, and eventually found on the side of the road –
not always with all body parts in tact. Bill seemed to forget that
the same sort of things were just as likely to happen to a woman as
they were a man. “My house, big brother. That means my rules,
and the first rule is no lectures. I'm a big boy, and a pretty good
judge of character too. You worry too much. Focus on your own love
life for once. Mine is perfectly under control.”

“Charlie...”

“I
know what I'm doing, Bill.”

“Yeah,”
Bill answered dryly. “Everything willing to take it up the
arse.”

Charlie
grinned impishly. “Only if it's a cute arse,” he joked.
“Anyway, I don't see what's wrong with enjoying Mr. Right Now
while looking for Mr. Right. I figure I'm pretty lucky. I could have
your complicated love
life.”

Bill ignored the jibe at
his current situation. “Do you really think you'll find Mr.
Right sloshed in the local pub?”

“Well,
why not? Maybe he'll be broken-hearted from a bad relationship. I can
lick his wounds.” Charlie smirked. “...among other very
lickable things.”

“Nympho,”
Bill griped. He still wasn't all that comfortable talking so openly
about gay sex with his brother, even though it turned out shagging
guys was one thing they unexpectedly had in common. Well, for Bill it
was one guy in particular. For Charlie it was half the population of
Romania.

“Fag,”
Charlie replied cheerfully. It was so fun, seeing Bill get all
awkward. He'd never had that pleasure growing up. “Seriously
though, Bill, you have
shagged
Krum, haven't you? It'd be right stupid of you to chase after a guy
like this, not even knowing if he's good in bed.”

“Of
course I have!” Bill answered, cheeks flaring brightly. He had!
Once, anyway. And it had been incredible.

“So...who's
the top? For the life of me I can't figure it out when you picked a
guy like that.”

Bill flushed and flopped
onto the couch, burrowing into the blanket to hide the flush to his
cheeks. “I'm going to sleep,” he declared forcibly.

“Fine.
Don't tell me. Prat,” Charlie griped. “You know, taking
it up the arse doesn't make you less of a man, if that's what you're
worried about, Bill.”

Charlie grinned when the
pillow slammed into the back of his head. Bill huffed indignantly.
Picking on Bill was turning out to be a rather fun way to pass the
time. “G'night, princess,” Charlie quipped, flopping into
bed with a slight bounce, but leaving the bedroom door open. It was
just Bill on the couch. He saw no reason to close it.

Bill sighed. “Goodnight,
Charlie.”

There was silence for a
long few minutes, broken only by the sound of Bill shuffling on the
bed linens to try and get comfortable on the couch. When he finally
settled, just about to drift off, Charlie said, “You're
seriously not going to tell me? Your favorite gay brother?”

“Just
how many gay brothers do you think I have?” Bill griped.

“Two
that I can prove, and a third that's suspect,” Charlie
blanketed.

Bill sat up abruptly,
sending Charlie into a fit of keening laughter. “You're being
an arse,” Bill insisted, glaring over the back of the couch.

“I'm
serious this time!” Charlie declared. “There's me –
kind of obvious, that one. George, too. Fred was straight, but
George, come on...those outfits he picked out for the shop...and the
fact that he liked those old songs that always make mum swoon...”

Bill just stared at him,
slack-jawed.

“You
so
need to work on your gaydar. Alright, take a guess at the other one.”

“I'm
praying Percy, but only because Ron is married.”

Charlie gave him a wry
smirk. “That didn't stop you.”

“You
can't be serious, Ron...!”

Charlie waved it off,
holding his belly to keep from laughing too hard. “No, no. You
were right. Percy – the family closet case. I can't prove it,
yet...but give me time.”

“You
know what, Charlie.”

“Hm?”

“You're
disturbed. Next time I ask, just remind me that I don't want to know
and leave it at that.” The last thing he needed was dreams of
his kid brothers shagging strange men. He worried enough about
Charlie's sexual habits without having to worry about his other
siblings too.

Charlie grinned and after
a pause said “Viktor Krum in a speedo.” Bill's mind
instantly blanked as the mental image Charlie supplied of the sweet,
Bulgarian beefcake overcame him for a moment. “You're welcome,”
Charlie quipped.

“For
what?”

“Giving
you something good to dream about,” Charlie laughed. “And
here I thought you were supposed to be smart.”

“Smarter
than you,” Bill huffed, fussing with the bedding again and
curling up to sleep.

“Yeah,
yeah. Just not about the important things.”

Bill couldn't argue that
logic. When it came to love, at least, he was an idiot, though he
really didn't think Charlie 'Arse first, Questions later' Weasley,
was really one to talk.
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