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The Wildness in You	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3180 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Wildness in You
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A/N: It seems that I forgot to post this one here. Written for Bill Ficathon 2012 @ LiveJournal. Warnings are, as always, to the best of my memory. If I've missed something I should include, let me know and I'll be happy to add it.

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THE WILDNESS IN YOU
He ran. It was instinct. There was a time when Bill's instincts had never led him astray, but since Greyback, he couldn't trust them. It was the moon. It was mocking him, turning him into scarcely a shadow of the man he once was. The closer it came to full, as it would be tonight, the more his blood boiled.
Violence, passion, need – they all seemed one in the same.
He didn't even know where he was running to, but he had to run. He couldn't face her, not after he'd raped her. One would think it must be impossible to rape one's own wife, but Bill could think of no other word that more accurately described what had happened.
Yesterday, the night before the full moon, he was edgy, jittery, and he needed, desired, lusted. He knew she didn't like the way he fucked when the full moon was near. She had never been shy about saying so. She called him rough, like an animal. He knew she was right, but he needed. Why didn't she understand?
And, he'd forced her. She tried to push him away at first, called him a brute, but eventually relented to his stubborn insistence. He'd left nail marks on her body. He'd broken skin, very much like the animal she accused him of being. The rage and lust he'd been trying to contain for the past several days exploded out of him, and he'd done something unforgivable. The worst of it was that he knew very well, it was just that she was there. He would have done the same to anyone. Last month, he'd come a hair's breadth away from forcing his cock down Ron's throat in their father's workshop – in the middle of the day! Bill was certain: he was, absolutely, beyond the barest shadow of doubt, losing his mind. His body spared not the slightest attention to the horrified thoughts running through his head at his own actions. Even as it happened, his brain screamed 'stop! Stop this instant! This isn't right! It's perverse!' But, he couldn't stop. He needed.
This morning, when he woke to see her sleeping, scratches and crescent moons scattered across her bare back, he'd panicked. He couldn't face her. He couldn't bear to see the look in her eyes when she awoke, and more than that, he couldn't bear the thought of doing far worse tonight. So, he gathered up a duffel bag full of only the barest necessities, and he ran. He didn't know where he was going. He'd spent the day following his insufferable instincts until he found himself, weary and haggard on his knees at dusk, alone in a Muggle park. He'd not eaten a thing since dinner the night before, and he'd been such a jittery bundle of nerves, he'd scarcely eaten then, either, in spite of the ravenous hunger he couldn't seem to sate. He was weak from it, but could do nothing for it.
If only Lupin were still alive. He would be able to give Bill advice on how to handle this gnawing hunger that wouldn't leave him in peace. But, he wasn't, and Bill didn't know where to turn. He considered Sirius, but the man had been through enough. Another night, perhaps, he would pay him a visit, ask advice for his concerns – a night when the moon wasn't so high, or so bright. Tonight, he thought, he'd best stay as far from civilization as his legs would carry him, but after a day of running about with no destination in mind, he found he couldn't quite muster the will to stand. He dropped his forehead against the tree he'd found himself beneath, trying to keep all the base instincts he'd ever had in his life from tickling their way up his spine and knotting a hard stone of darkness into the back of his neck that weighed down upon his shoulders. He dug his nails into the bark, hard, scarcely noticing when his fingertips began to bleed.
"Fancy meeting you here."
Bill's gaze shot up abruptly toward the friendly voice to find Sirius standing there casually in charcoal trousers and one of his brocade vests, with his hands stuffed casually into his pockets. He suddenly became quite self-conscious to be found in such a state. His mind turned sharply to his own appearance and he realized that in his panic, he'd not showered or shaved. He threw on whatever clothing was nearest at hand, which happened to be a pair of work trousers, an old Weird Sisters t-shirt so battered that it had been relegated to the pajama drawer, and his brown pea coat, which was, now that he was thinking clearly for a moment, a bit too warm for this weather. He didn't even want to consider what he had on his feet, and only prayed that both shoes were the same. His hair was matted and unbound, tumbling wildly about him like a lion's mane, and he honestly couldn't guarantee he'd not collected any leaves or twigs along the way. He must look quite mad. He didn't even know where to begin to reply. 'Hello' hardly seemed adequate.
"I often walk in this park in the evenings," Sirius continued when it became obvious Bill wasn't going to say anything. "Thinking about my life – what's become of it, and such. Today, I was thinking it would be rather nice to have some company for dinner for a change, and just as I thought it, here you are." He held out his hand in a rather friendly sort of manner. "You will join me, won't you William?"
Part of Bill told him he should decline. He shouldn't be near anyone tonight, even a man who had no doubt been present for worse. The part that said, 'dinner sounds brilliant' won out. He really was famished and, he reasoned, there were still a few hours of moderate light before the moon would rise. He could make his excuses to depart before then.
If only he looked more put together, more himself, maybe he could act the part, but as he reached his hand out, it shook. He noticed the blood from scraping at the tree only as Sirius did.
The Black black sheep only quirked a mild eyebrow and pulled Bill to his feet. "Rough day, then?" he asked casually.
The tone broke through Bill's angst. His lips quirked upward, and he laughed the sort of spontaneous laugh that can only erupt under stress, when the tiniest bit of humor is amplified a hundredfold, and it is entirely clear that the fit of laughter far overestimates the humor of the joke. "You've no idea," Bill answered.
Sirius just maintained that casual little smile. "I have a bit of one," he answered. "But, far be it for me to disagree with a Weasley. I learned that lesson quite well, thanks to your doting mother."
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Back at 12 Grimauld Place, Sirius sat Bill down at the overlong dining table and pulled out his wand to heal over the man's battered fingertips and chipped nails. He couldn't count the number of times he'd done as much, and more, for Remus. It was old hat.
He summoned a damp rag off of the kitchen rack in the next room, and tucked his wand away before sitting against the edge of the table. He took one of Bill's hands, then the other, and wiped away the worst of the blood.
"There now," he said, settling Bill's repaired hands gently atop the table. "I'm not so terribly out of practice after all." He offered Bill a childish sort of grin that brought some of the youth back into his face, right around the crinkles at the edge of his eyes, and pat the redhead on the shoulder. "Now then, I've a dinner to get started, I think. Why don't you head upstairs and take a shower, freshen up a bit, hm? Feel free to take whatever suits out of any of the closets. I can spare it, and Merlin knows the rest of it is only collecting dust. Fresh towels are in the cupboard beside the sink."
Sirius pushed off the table, and Bill watched him swagger into the kitchen. Bill tried to shake free those thoughts. Sirius Black was not the swaggering kind, at least so far as Bill had seen, though what he'd seen of the man and what he heard about him were often very contradictory. No, Bill decided firmly, Sirius most certainly did not swagger. He might, on occasion, saunter, but swagger? No. To what end? He had no one to impress – certainly not a red-headed git with his own blood all over his hands, leaves matted into his long hair, who also happened to be in desperate need of a shave and some basic daily hygiene. It was that little bit of wolf coursing through his veins, making him see things that weren't there. He decided to accept the offered shower as he was in rather dire need of one, and in hopes that maybe the steam would manage to clear some of the fog out of his muddled head. A shower, a quick meal, and a quicker escape. He swore to Godric (if only inside of his own head) that he wouldn't stray from that predetermined route. He couldn't bear the thought of repeating last night's atrocity on a man who had bloody well been through enough in life and more than deserved to be left in peace, imagined swaggering aside.
He told himself that Sirius had no idea what he'd gotten himself into, inviting him here.
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He'd underestimated Sirius, who wasn't preparing a meal at all, but had Kreacher preparing a meal, while he 'tidied up'. He tucked away any precious items he really couldn't bear to do without, sealed up any dangerous Black family heirlooms that could cause an adverse effect if inadvertently triggered, and changed into clothing he wasn't quite so partial to. He would not be too put out to lose one of his dozen white linen shirts, nor the faded blue jeans he'd not worn since he was a much younger man; he was smug in his realization they still fit quite well, though. He prepared himself as well, as a precaution only, he reasoned. Having seen the state of the Weasley, he knew better; it was no precaution. He well knew from the moment he found Bill in the park just what route the night was most probably going to take. Seducing him a little was probably the only thing he could do to help Bill, really. He'd seen that look in Remus' eye many a time when they were young. He'd seen it in Remus' eyes after their reunion, too. It had, however, been quite a long while since Remus had left him behind. He missed him terribly, both the companionship and the incredible sex, but that was neither here nor there. He'd grown accustomed to being a little lonely. Having seen firsthand what wolfish tendencies could do to a man when the moon reached its peak, he couldn't help but feel for Bill.
Unlike Remus, Bill wasn't fully a wolf. He never lost himself, just his control. Wolfsbane would do nothing for him. He knew how heavily the guilt weighed on his deceased lover, and thought if the only thing useful he could find for himself to do with his life now that all of his friends were dead, and his godson was too busy being young to spare much time for company, was offer to carry some of the guilt for another in a similar situation, then, that was a worthy enough task to let swallow up a good bit of his idle time. When he wasn't a mess of raw nerves, bowed by the weight of the moon, Bill Weasley was a rather handsome man, really. It wouldn't be much of a chore at all, to give him what he so obviously needed.
So it was, that with all the odds and ends squared away, he heard the shower turn off, and padded barefoot down the hall. He listened for a few spare moments before rapping lightly. "Bill," he said, gently nudging open the door before the other could protest. "Thought you might fancy a steady hand to help you with a good shave," he said, eyes crinkling at his own charming, if slightly unkind, sense of humor.
He laughed, as Bill nearly jumped out of his own skin at the intrusion. He'd never seen Bill with his guard down before, and the jittery, nervous energy was really rather cute. Sirius stood leaning in the doorway with a quirked brow. "Ah, I see, steadied up nicely, have you?" And, cuteness aside, Sirius could really find no fault with the body only scantily clad about the waist by a hunter green towel. He reminded himself that, now that he was free to roam the streets at will, he really did have to replace some of the excess Slytherin lying about – like those towels with their little silver snake embroidery. They were hideous.
"I..." Bill stumbled. He was staring. Sirius had his collar hanging open a bit at the top, and Bill couldn't tear his eyes away from the tattoo peeking through the gap. "You changed."
"Mn, bit more comfortable," Sirius answered casually, moving into the room and closing the door behind him, lest he disturb his mother’s portrait and damage the crackling atmosphere building between them beyond recompense. "Now, about that shave," he said, reaching up to tilt Bill's scruffy face from side to side, and produced his wand from the back pocket of those slim-fitting jeans.
Bill's pulse thundered in his ears. He clutched his towel tightly because he found himself terrified that if he didn't, he might find other uses for his hands. "Sure, thanks," he managed to croak out. Oh, what he wouldn't give for an ounce of the charisma he used to have! He felt like an ape; all he could seem to manage was a string of mostly inarticulate noises and throwing his shit at whoever happened to be in range, brilliant mental image that that was. It helped calm him, if only marginally, as Sirius held his face steady and cleared his jaw and upper lip of two days of scruff; he’d not shaved since yesterday morning. It did feel good to be clean and fresh again, but all he could seem to focus on for long was the musky scent of a man standing toe to toe with him, a scent that was growing more and more overpowering the longer they remained in such close quarters. He noted the strong jaw line, the long column of pale throat spider-webbed by dark hair, the low, sensual dip of the half open collar. Did Sirius have any idea how delicious he looked in his 'comfortable' clothes? Bill clutched his towel tighter, trying desperately to will his burgeoning cock to be a little less enthusiastic about Sirius' choice of dress. He knew he was fighting a losing battle, but he would really rather not humiliate himself in the process if at all possible.
Sirius tucked his wand away and ran his palm over Bill's freshly smoothed cheek. He could see how Bill struggled with his own desires, how he tried in vain to curb them.
"There now, smooth as a baby's bum," he grinned playfully at the redhead, fingertips trailing along the curve of Bill's jaw. Bill was on the verge of snapping, surely. The sun had set while Bill was in the shower, and the moon's rising could not be far behind.
Did he have to say 'bum'? Bill instantly thought of at least a dozen filthy things he'd like to do to the older man's. He was utterly ashamed of himself. Sirius was only being kind to him on account of the state he'd found him in, but the needy lust roiling in his gut was so intense that it was growing increasingly difficult to contain it. He wanted. He needed. And, his cock was fully erect under the towel, and he was doing his best to conceal it with his hands without making it too obvious, but had a sinking feeling he might be failing at the effort.
Sirus knew. Of course he knew. Bill's nipples were taut, and looked positively edible. His breathing was sharp and short, and there really was no mystery behind the way Bill kept readjusting his towel. He really had to praise Bill his resolve. He could see the slight sheen of sweat starting to bead his freshly showered brow as he tried to resist, and how his pupils dilated.
He pushed Bill further, letting his fingers slide down the side of Bill's neck to rest on his shoulder. "It's because you try too hard, you know," Sirius explained. "The wolf is the wildness in you. The more you repress it in your daily life, the stronger its pull. That wolfish trait you've inherited tugs at your most basic desires, the things you want, but are ashamed to own up to." He idled his fingertips along Bill's collarbone. "Everyone has them, you know – things hidden in the deepest corner of their heart and mind that they don't want others to see. It's nothing worth making such a fuss over." His fingers continued to trail as he spoke until his hand lingered over Bill's heart.
That was it. It was all that Bill could withstand. He shoved Sirius hard against the bathroom wall, his towel falling away in the abrupt movement, but he couldn't spare a thought for it as he pressed himself bodily against the older man, trapped his hands up over his head against the cool tile, and crushed him in a bruising kiss. He had to have him. Had to. He could only pray to Merlin that Sirius didn't hate him for it the way Fleur surely must.
Sirus moaned into the brutal kiss, opening his mouth gladly. It had been so very long, and Bill needed this. The grip he had on Sirius' wrists was so firm! And, it wasn't the only firm thing about him. Sirius rocked his hips forward against Bill as well as he could. He actually wasn't able to get much movement, as tightly pinned as he was to the wall, but it was enough to make Bill break the kiss with a harsh gasp.
It didn't, however, halt Bill's attentions. He nipped at Sirius's jaw, bit down onto his earlobe. "Tell me to stop," Bill pleaded between the hickeys he was leaving all over Sirius' throat. "Tell me now," he gasped, "while I still might be able to." He was still desperately trying to maintain control, even though they both knew it was already too late. He shifted his grip on Sirius' wrists to one hand, and slid the other down into the gap in the linen shirt, forced his fingers violently downward. He simply didn't have the patience to be bothered with fastenings just now. Buttons clattered and scrambled across the tile floor as the shirt fell open, exposing more of Sirius' tattooed torso.
"What for? You're doing such a bang-up job so far," Sirius quipped.
"That isn't funny," Bill all but growled as he tried to tear open the front of the older man's trousers. That was another button that went flying, bouncing off the doorknob and skidding behind the toilet. "I've banged people up before," he said, laying a bruising kiss on Sirius' mouth as he stuffed his hand down the front of his jeans only to find the man wasn't wearing any pants, and that his cock was getting harder by the second.
Sirius moaned into the kiss, which broke, as Bill released his hands so he had use of both to tug his jeans down past his knees. Once he got them that far, he no longer had the clarity of thought, at the sight of the man's bare flesh standing pink and proud before him, to care about getting them off the rest of the way. He manhandled Sirius to get him to turn about, and with only a bit of stumbling, Sirius managed to oblige, facing the wall and resting his face against his forearms. "Ah, so that's what this is about, then," Sirius answered. "Your lovely wife is somewhat less than lovely when your sexual appetite shows its true nature, eh? Ahh!"
Sirius cried out in surprise as he felt Bill's hands grip his bum, splay the cheeks, and drag his tongue in a long line from his scrotum straight up to the top of his arse. Bill only did it the once, then sucked two fingers into his mouth and plunged them abruptly to the hilt in the older man's hole. "Nngh! Aaah!" Sirius whined. It was a damn good thing he'd had the forethought to prepare himself a bit in advance, or that would bloody well have hurt. Then again, he didn't much mind a little pain, so long as the pleasure made up for it. He rather had to be that sort, if he kept falling for such passionate men.
"Don't talk about her," Bill ordered. "I hurt her. I'm the one to blame."
"For what?" Sirius scoffed, earnestly offended that Bill was so quick to label his own needs and desires as wrong, simply because one woman didn't like it rough. "Having the misfortune of enjoying sexual tastes that your wife doesn't share?" he scoffed. "Yes, you're right, how dare you for being a mere mortal, and not an Adonis carved of stone, who is able to like only the same things as the woman you've attached yourself to and absolutely nothing else," he said sarcastically.
Bill removed his fingers and pressed Sirius hard against the wall, he pulled his head back roughly with a fistful of dark hair, and spat, "I said don't talk about her. You don't understand." He thrust his cock up into Sirius even as he argued with him. He was delicious. He had to shag him. Hard. He kept him pinned, kept his head pulled back by the hair, thrust his hips forcefully.
Sirius gasped and panted. Holy mother of Godric, could Bill shag! It was so forceful, so dominating, so utterly delicious. The only flaw in the man was that he'd managed to brainwash himself into thinking the only kind of sex that was acceptable, was the kind his wife wanted. "Ngh...Ah. You're right. I don't...understand," he spat back between thrusts, as his own prick rubbed against the wall and his fingertips clawed impotently at the tile. "I don't...understand...how you managed to...convince yourself...ha-ngh—ah-mmmm....that pain isn't just as much a part of sex...as pleasure is. Sex is about...what you want...and what your partner wa—aaants! When those two things synch, it's bri-i-illliant!!!" Sirius keened as Bill found his prostate. "When they don't, it's just shit. If she can't give you...what you need...and you get shit out of what she needs, then it's crap, Bill. Stop fucking her. Neither of you are enjoying it. You're just going through the motions."
Bill's cock rammed harder into his prostate, as if Bill's anger at his words was being funneled directly into his thrusts, and the rougher the thrust, the more Sirius enjoyed it. The tighter Bill’s grip in his hair, the louder Sirius moaned. Oh, how he'd missed this! He'd missed this terribly! There had only ever been one man who had been able to make him feel this good. He didn't think he'd ever feel this way again, but Bill was just as dominating, just as intense.
"Fuck you, Sirius," Bill growled angrily into his ear before sucking it between his teeth, dragging his tongue along the lobe, as he continued to pound him. He hated to concede. He didn't dare admit that Sirius might be right, because if he admitted it, it changed everything. But, damn it all, at the same time, he couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex this good. Sirius' arse was so tight and hot, his body so willing. He let go of the man's hair and gripped his hips hard, pulled them back from the wall a bit for a better thrusting angle, and pounded him. He watched Sirius moan and pant and shudder. Fleur had never shown that much pleasure when he fucked her, and she surely would never, in a million years, let him fuck her arse; he didn't even dare ask, no matter how much of a fetish he had for anal sex. He didn't answer Sirius' accusation, because he knew, deep down, that he was right, that this was good, even if it wasn't even remotely proper. Maybe sex wasn't supposed to be. He grabbed the older man's cock and jerked it hard in an awkward rhythm with his thrusts.
"Any time you want, Bill." Sirius gasped in reply. He was already so incredibly close. He knew he would only last a few moments longer. "As often as you bloody want." He moaned, feeling that hard rod hammering into him over and over again, his cock being tugged so firmly. His body began to quiver. "As long as you never fuck me the way you fuck your unadventurous wife." His anus clenched.
Bill rammed past the tightening hole to sheathe himself fully, and Sirius came, splattering his seed against the bathroom wall. Bill wanted to snark at him again, to warn him again to shut his bloody mouth about Fleur, but before he could, Sirius abruptly climaxed, pulling Bill down with him. He poured his release into the very willing older man, hips rocking minimally as he cried out his release.
Once he came, Bill lost all of his strength for a moment and fell to his knees. He watched Sirius' thighs quiver as the man used the wall to hold himself upright. Bill licked a dribble of his seed from his host's thigh, but he didn't stop there. He followed it upward past his bollocks, over his perineum, and onward to his anus. He ran his tongue around the stretched hole, lapping up all immediate evidence of their mad coupling.
Sirius moaned. He could scarcely stand. He'd thought Bill might blow out of the room in horror once he came to his senses, but apparently, their night of passion wasn't over yet. He felt the man's tongue travel over his nether regions, up to his hole. He felt the tongue trailing around his anus, and – "Oooohhh!" – dipping inside, swirling about rather lazily. Merlin, that felt good. Bill's hands were on his ass again. Sirius didn't know how he could possibly go on after such an intense orgasm, but he certainly intended to try, and thought he might well succeed if Bill continued to rim his already abused hole like that.
It had been a lazy sort of fancy, at first. Bill had found himself sitting there, staring at that freshly shagged, incredibly sexy arsehole, and he just had to taste it, but once he'd had that taste, he realized quickly a taste wasn't enough. He wanted to devour it. No, he wanted to devour Sirius, and his arse was as good a place as any to start. If only he could make the man bloody well shut up, so he didn't have to think about the fact he was in the midst of some incredibly adulterous behavior that there might well be no turning back from, this would be damn near the most perfect night of his life.
He pulled his mouth away from the older man's hole only to hear Sirius whimper for the lack. He could see Sirius just barely starting to harden again from the anal play, and licked his lips. He knew of one sure fire way to keep the man's snarky commentary at bay. The more he thought of putting that sexy mouth to good use, the better an idea it seemed. And so, he clambered to his feet, already feeling his energy coming impossibly back to him. He decided to blame his insatiable libido on the moon. If he had to pin the blame elsewhere, he would have to pin it on Sirius, who was, much to his surprise, everything he needed in a lover. He wasn't comfortable with that, because it meant acknowledging that, since the wound Greyback inflicted on him, Fleur really wasn't what he needed anymore, or even what he wanted, but only what he wanted to want. He didn't want to admit that, or that Sirius was exactly right about it, so he blamed it on the moon as he pulled Sirius away from the wall, pushed him to his knees.
Sirius knew exactly what Bill wanted. He smirked up at him. "Trying to shut me up, are you?" he quipped. "Well, so be it." He lifted Bill's recently spent cock in hand and started sliding his tongue around the tip, closed his lips around it, dipped his tongue into the slit.
Bill moaned, gripped the edge of the sink for support, and laced his other hand into Sirius' dark hair, encouraging him to orally tease him to a fresh erection. It took very little. As chance would have it, Sirius was rather incredible at oral sex. He had a terribly casual attitude about taking Bill's cock into his mouth, burying his nose against his pubic hair and palming his balls, bobbing his head, sucking, licking, nibbling... Bill found himself growing rather hard again, rather quickly, his head breaching the back of Sirius's throat. And, Sirius, smug bastard that he was, smirked up at him with his eyes as he gave Bill the best blow job of his life.
Bill's excitement was enough to excite Sirius, who fondled himself with his free hand as Bill's cock swelled in his mouth. He'd forgotten how wanton the full moon could make a man with a bit of the wild in him. He was sure his body would punish him for this tomorrow, but for tonight, he was busily informing his aging knees to stop complaining and take one for the team.
He moaned as Bill clutched his hair tighter, and he made a mental note to get sweet revenge for it later. For now, things were rather sweet enough, as a dribble of precum dashed over his talented tongue. No sooner had he tasted it than Bill tore himself away from that talented mouth. It would be bliss to reach sweet oblivion down Sirus' throat, but no – not yet. Not here in the bathroom! It didn't matter that he'd already pounded Sirius into oblivion against the bathroom wall; he didn't want the night to end here. He pulled Sirius roughly to his feet, crushed him back over the sink, and landed a bruising kiss on his mouth.
Sirius moaned into the kiss, allowing plenty of room for Bill's tongue to plunder, and moaning out his achy ecstasy around Bill's tongue as the beautiful young redhead gripped his cock and began to jerk it with rugged abandon. Sirius kept his eyes squeezed tightly shut, trying to will oxygen into his lungs as he panted against the other man's mouth. He lifted a hand to rake through those coppery locks as their lips crashed together. Well, alright, Bill was doing most of the crashing – like waves, and Sirius was just the vulnerable beach getting pounded. That was fine. He rather liked it that way.
The kiss broke with a long moan as Bill's cock rubbed against his own. It was no accident. It was a steady, self-assured stroke, followed by another. Sirius cried out his pleasure as he watched those molten eyes smoldering down upon him. "Found what you were looking for, did you?" he gasped. He knew that look. Bill was not the desperate, repressed man he'd started out as tonight, but something entirely more genuine – dominant, controlling, willful, and probably more than a little stubborn, if his Weasley nature won out. It sent a ripple of excitement racing up and down Sirius' spine.
Bill didn't answer right away. He continued driving Sirius mad, frotting against him with torturously slow thrusts – just enough to drive him wild, but not enough to give him any kind of release. And, Bill's mouth! It was everywhere – his lips, his jaw, his throat. Sirius was sure he'd look like a Dalmatian by morning if Bill's brutal kisses were any indication. When Bill finally did speak, his tongue lapping at Sirius' earlobe, it was a purr. "Maybe," he replied impishly.
"Maybe I was right, and you just didn't want to hear it, you mean?" Sirius quipped.
"Maybe you should show me your bedroom," Bill retorted, not willing yet to commit to the theory that Sirius had him pegged. He didn't wait for Sirius to reply, grabbing his wrist and pulling the older man, in all his naked, debauched glory, down the hall to Sirius' private domain. He was sure the old house elf had seen far worse in this house, and if he insisted on being nosy, then whatever he saw would serve him right, anyway. That was the logic his lust-fogged brain was going with, in any case.
In what felt like a matter of seconds, Bill had him pressed against a poster of bikini-clad Muggles that Sirius realized belatedly he ought have taken down ages ago, and was making another go at his lips that left the animagus breathless and needy. For the love of Godric, Bill could kiss! No sooner had his own lust-addled brain caught up with the rest of his body on just how talented Bill's mouth was, than that mouth moved on, tongue curling around one nipple, and when that one was tortured most thoroughly, on to the other for treatment in kind.
He curled his fingers in those long, lovely red locks again, because it was the only thing he could do to maintain some vestige of sanity as Bill busily trailed his lips and tongue down his torso, set his body and soul aflame, and made him feel like a randy teenage boy again.
Sirius cried out, of course, when Bill reached the junction between his thighs and pulled one of the older man's knees over his shoulder. He was startled, considering how the evening had gone thus far, to find the Weasley cup his bottom and lay kisses along his inner thigh instead of going straight for the jugular. Pleased, but stunned. "What are you up to?" he asked breathlessly.
Bill smirked playfully up at him. "Thought it was rather obvious," he joked.
"Taking your time about it, don't you think?"
"I prefer to call it savoring the moment," Bill answered. The moon was still high, still humming through his veins, still keeping the lust he tried to keep bottled up in the pit of his stomach flowing freely, but it was different now, and it was different with Sirius. Sirius denied him nothing. He seemed rather content to let his body be a canvas for Bill to paint into the image of his every conceivable desire, which suited Bill well, as he lusted terribly and wanted to leave his mark on every available inch of the handsome older man. He was certain Sirius might not be able to walk properly tomorrow when the moon finally loosened its grip on his libido, but the desperation had calmed, and with the desperation, the violence. He still gripped the older man a little too hard, maybe dug his nails in a tad too deep, but Sirius seemed to like that. With Sirius, Bill didn't feel like his desires were something he needed to be ashamed of. Every gasp gave him permission. Every moan begged for more. There was no need for force, no reason to demand anything, as Sirius gave it all willingly, if Bill was willing to tolerate the occasional sarcastic remark. He found it a small price to pay for a lover who wasn't going to judge him, who accepted him as he was and seemed to rather fancy even the roughest patches in his nature. And thus, it was for the first time since his fight with Greyback, that Bill felt in control of his more animal urges, rather than controlled by them. Well, he much preferred to think of it that way, at least; he was still going to shag Sirius until his spine went numb and he lost consciousness. But, at least he no longer felt choked by those desires.
He'd much rather choke on other things, given the option, and finally gave up on nibbling at Sirius' thigh to drag his tongue down around the balls, and slowly – oh so slowly! - upward. He got the response he wanted – Sirius jerked his hips eagerly and let out a pleading little whine. He clawed at the only thing within range – Bill's tangled red locks.
Bill closed his lips around Sirius’ bulging erection, and stilled the man by pressing his hips hard against the wall, holding him pinned there with one hand. The other, perhaps predictably, made itself useful plundering that perfect arse – three fingers sliding deep into the already slick hole.
Sirius tried to keep himself relatively calm under the onslaught, at least enough that he could form coherent thought, but he was fighting a losing battle. Merlin, he had missed this! He'd missed having another wizard want him so badly that he felt utterly dominated by their actions, by their mere presence. It was as though each of Bill's kisses marked his territory, every touch demanded his love. And, Bill certainly deserved to be loved – in his entirety, not just the bits that were socially acceptable. He really was entirely too hard on himself, trying to be everything to everyone, and damn near losing his mind over every little mistake.
Sirius stared at the ceiling because he knew if he looked down at the handsome redhead now, as he so eagerly devoured his cock and rubbed his fingers against his prostate in perfect tandem, he would definitely come on the spot. He wanted to hold out as long as he possibly could.
Bill pulled momentarily away from Sirius' cock as he watched him, looking anywhere but down. "I'm down here, you know," he quipped, replacing his mouth with his hand, and still rubbing that sweet spot that made Sirius let out all manner of lustful noises he probably didn't even realize he was making.
"Rather...impossible not to notice..." Sirius answered breathlessly.
Bill, rather playfully, lapped just at the tip as he stroked his moonlit lover. "Is it? You seem rather more interested in the ceiling fixture."
Sirius looked down reluctantly. Oh, it was just as he feared; the sight of those full, moist lips, and the tongue darting out now and again over his swollen pink head were more almost more than he could bear. "Like being watched, do you?" he quipped, but the words came out raspy and desperate.
Bill answered by driving his fingers harder into that sweet spot that made Sirius' eyes tear with bliss and his hips jerk against the bruising hand holding him in place. "By you," he answered. "So don't look away again. Git."
The words had sealed his fate. Sirius kept his gaze pinned on that fiery crown as Bill opened his pink lips around his cock again and started swallowing him once more. It was quite a sight to behold, and the dual pleasure swept him away. As he'd feared, his body betrayed him and released its need across Bill's tongue entirely too soon.
It was with bleary abandon that he let the redhead lead him to the bed, where he flopped – sated, content, and exhausted – face first against the duvet. He felt wonderful. He was sure he could quite easily sleep through the week.
Bill climbed over him, laid soft kisses up his spine until he reached his ear and suckled there.
Sirius rewarded him with a tired moan.
"You do realize, I hope, that we aren't finished," Bill purred into his ear.
"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" Sirius laughed wearily.
"Not up to the challenge?" Bill retorted.
Sirius struggled to roll over beneath him, look up at his incredibly handsome, if slightly battered face. "Don't put words into my mouth," he replied.
"So, you are up to it, then?"
"Well, no," Sirius conceded, "but give me a minute to catch my breath, and I will be."
"Alright then," Bill laughed. "A minute, and you're being timed."
Sirius laughed at his insatiable lover. He really was rather cute, once he waded through all the bullshit and drama that was mostly in his head. "What if I distract you? You'll have to start counting all over again."
"In your condition? I seriously doubt you could," Bill teased.
"I'll have you know, I happen to be quite distracting." Sirius' reply was playfully petulant.
"Hm, well, I suppose that's true. You ARE very distracting." Bill leaned in and dragged his tongue along one of those engrossing tattoos on the older man's flesh.
"Hey!" Sirius laughed, swatting at Bill's arm. "It hasn't been nearly a minute, yet."
"Hasn't it?" Bill asked mock-innocently. "It feels like a minute." He kissed Sirius' throat. "But, to be honest, I can't be entirely sure. I was distracted, you see."
The laughter in his eyes was more than enough to make Sirius forgive him. He was only pretending to be annoyed, anyway. Bill stole a few lingering kisses, one after another.
"Careful," Sirius purred. "Or I just might fall madly in love with you." There was truth enough in that statement, but Bill didn't need to know that just yet.
"You mean you haven't already?" Bill quipped in return. "And here I've been trying so hard," he teased, nipping at Sirius' ear.
"I'll steal you from your lovely wife," Sirius answered.
Bill looked seriously down at him. For a moment, Sirius thought he'd pushed the wrong button at the wrong time. He didn't want to keep bringing up Bill's rocky marriage, but he also didn't want Bill to think he would stand for being nothing but a convenient escape from reality, either. What was happening between them, whatever the night of maddened passions might lead to, if anything at all, he didn't want it to exist only at the exclusion of the rest of the world. Just at this moment, he very much did want to steal Bill away from Fleur. She was a beautiful woman. She'd have no shortage of suitors without him. She didn't need him, and she didn't love him – not properly; if she did, he'd not have found Bill such a tortured mess this evening.
"I don't think you can steal something that's already on its way to the curb. At this point, I rather think she'll be glad to be rid of me. Maybe that's just as well."
"Why's that?" Sirius asked, feeling his pulse race at the make-or-break question.
Bill smirked down at him. "As it turns out, I seem to have a bit of a thing for cock," he quipped, kissing Sirius' shoulder. "And tattoos," he added, kissing Sirius' collarbone. "It's rather unfortunate, but she is somewhat lacking on both counts." Bill continued peppering kisses up the older man's throat and scruffy jaw.
Sirius grinned. "Well, in that case, it must be your lucky night, as I'm lacking in neither."
"Hm. I was just thinking exactly the same thing," Bill answered. "Well, that and one other thing."
"What's that?" Sirius asked, bemused.
"That it must certainly be past a minute by now," Bill deduced.
Sirius laughed and conceded. One night without sleep wasn't going to kill him, he supposed, and if it did, well, he could certainly think of far less engrossing ways to die. He wrapped his arms around Bill's shoulders and let the handsome young man spread open his thighs, slip into his heat, and use his body to ride out the moon. He didn't know what would happen come morning, when the full moon had passed, but he certainly hoped Bill wouldn't wake to a change of heart. He was sexy, and charming, and all-consuming, and Sirius rather thought he might miss him when he came to his senses.
"Hey," Bill sulked, "am I such a poor shag that you don't even need to pay attention?"
"Sorry," Sirius replied. "Not at all. I was just wondering where morning will find us, I suppose."
"In the shower, I'd imagine," Bill quipped. "Together, if I've any say in the matter." He made his point with a rather firm thrust into Sirius' prostate, silencing any possible debate on the matter.
...at least until morning.
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"Nggh! A-aaahhh! H-hngh...ha-haaahh..." Sirius couldn't hold his body upright for another second. He shuddered and reached a climax he thought oughtn't be physically possible after a mere three hours sleep. Bill really had kept him up all night. It hadn't all been sex. There was also quite a fair deal of cuddling and petting in between the sex, and a bit of talking, and no small amount of foreplay, and in between play, and after play... sufficed to say, there had been quite a fair bit of play on all ends of the evening.
Now that morning had come, Bill made good on his promise and had pinned him to the shower wall. He spilled his bottomless lust into the dark-haired man's, well, bottom, as the hot water darkened that stunning red hair and made it cling to all of the most edible curves of the Weasley's torso; you could rest assured that Sirius had damn well tasted them all, too.
As his muddled mind and his overused body conceded defeat, it was only Bill's weight and pistoning hips keeping him upright. When his beautiful lover pulled out and turned off the shower, he found himself sliding down to a seat on the cold tile floor because he just couldn't possibly stand for a moment longer.
Bill grinned and eased himself to the floor of the tub with him, positioning himself between Sirius' thighs and resting back against his chest. "We should make lunch soon. I'm famished," Bill said breathlessly.
"I've a better idea. We'll floo in some take away, go back to bed, and sleep for the rest of the week."
Bill laughed. "Which of those things do you want to do first?"
"I'll let you know when I remember how to stand," Sirius replied, arms wrapped lightly around Bill's torso. He laid a soft kiss to Bill's temple.
"Imagine someone's wondering where I've got off to, by now," Bill mused lazily. "It's nearly two."
"What are you going to tell them?" Sirius asked, feeling a bit of tension creep up to form a knot at the base of his neck. Bill was married. He wanted to forget that, but he couldn't; it complicated things. Bill couldn't very well tell his family and friends the truth – that his wife was a prude, and he'd found better use of his time with someone who wasn't.
Bill shrugged a little. "The truth, I suppose," he answered. "That I was here, spending the night with someone who understands what I've been going through....who just happens to have the best arse in all of Britain, of course," he grinned impishly.
"You're not going to tell them that," Sirius laughed.
"S'pose you're right, but only because arses aren't polite conversation for Sunday brunch." He rubbed a hand lightly over the top of Sirius' thigh and rested it on his knee. "I'm not one of those guys, Sirius, who thinks nothing of having affairs, or makes excuses when he slips up. This thing we've started – it's new, you know? And it's mad, but it's brilliant. And, it's complicated, but I'm going to work it out. Might take a bit of patience, though."
"I hate patience," Sirius complained. "But, I'm pretty good at it, I suppose," he sighed. "Although, if it takes you twelve years, I'm going to have to hurt you."
Bill laughed. "Trust me, I'll be lucky if I get home and my bags aren't already packed for me."
"And I'll be lucky if they are," Sirius countered.
"Well, I suppose that may be true," Bill conceded with a bemused little smile. "Which, I suppose, pretty much says it all."
"Yeah," Sirius answered. It really did. It said that the bond they'd formed in one wild night went beyond rampant, wolfish sex and mutual comfort in a world they'd both lost their place in. That might not quite be a proclamation of undying devotion, but it was certainly a good place to start.
~The End~
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