All I Want Is You

Beta'd by VL...hehehe, that's what you get for posting delicious little challenges!

Dedicated to knightmare for her lessons in dirty talking. Bill was very polite til she got ahold of him. Gotta love dirty little Bill. Can you pick out the part she wrote in this?

Inspired by this month's issue of Playwitch. Yummy Bill Weasley spread.

Disclaimer: Everyone is owned by JKR. Even Bill Gates, I think.

Bill Weasley, being helped upstairs to his room by Neville Longbottom, leaned in and nuzzled the brunet's neck, inhaling the intoxicatingly spicy scent of his cologne. Stumbling a bit, he turned his body so they collapsed against the wall next to his bedroom door. "Sorry," he mumbled, allowing his lips to slide against skin, sneaking a taste with barely the tip of his tongue.

"It's ok," Neville returned lightly, pushing away from the wall enough to open the door and lead Bill to his bed, helping him to lay down and laughing softly as Bill started snoring the moment his head hit his pillow. A look of pure need sliced across his face, before he lowered his eyes and reached out a hand to softly stroke through vibrant red hair. He sat, simply staring for so long, he was surprised someone from the party hadn't come to find him.

"Gods, what I wouldn't give to have one night alone with you," he finally whispered softly, eyes shining with unrequited love. He put his hand close to Bill's skin and drew it down the line of his chest, not touching, just teasing himself.

"I would show you in a hundred different ways how much I want you, how much I need you. I would take my time and learn every curve of your body, memorize every taste and texture." At this his fingers curled into a fist and he dropped his head, closing his eyes at the futility of it all.

"I too often wish I were someone else, but never as much as I do now. I wish I were Harry, brave and reckless. Then I wouldn't be afraid to tell you how I feel. I wish I were Ron, impulsive. I would simply throw myself at you and damn the consequences. I wish I were Hermione, intelligent and intuitive. Then I would be able to read your feelings in your actions and words. But I am simply me. And I've never been brave, reckless, impulsive, intelligent, or intuitive. I'll never know how I became a Gryffindor, because it's certainly something I never earned."

"But it's enough for me to love you, even from afar. I content myself with invitations from my friends, hoping you'll be wherever they are. I watch you laughing and am filled with joy. I watch the hair fall softly against your cheek and don't know whether to be jealous of your hair or your skin. You're so beautiful to me, and the most painful knowledge I have is that I'll never have you look the same at me.

"Even now, I am a coward. These things I cannot tell you when you are awake and aware. But sleep well, my love. Maybe I'll find you in your dreams." Neville turned and slowly walked to the door, feeling as if he were pulling his heart from his chest with every step away from the man sleeping on the bed.

As his hand reached for the doorknob, a muscular forearm appeared, a freckled hand holding the door closed. Neville's body stiffened as he whispered, "You were sleeping. I know you were sleeping."

"I thought so, too, when I heard the man of my dreams speaking to me, telling me how he wished he were someone else. Well, I often have the same wish, because I've never been eloquent. I've never been able to speak the feelings of my soul so that the one I want to hear understands."

Neville started to turn around but Bill stopped him. "No, I need to tell you this, but I can only tell you in my own way, which is often base and crude. I want to touch you, to feel how soft your skin is. I want to sink my fingers into your hair and see if it's as warm and silky as it looks. I want to taste you in my mouth. I want to lick you all over. I want to nibble and bite and feel you on my tongue, between my teeth. I want to hear your breath catch as I touch sensitive areas. I want to hear you call my name. I want to hear you lose your mind and forget how to speak, as all you can do is gasp and moan. I want to sink into you—"

Neville, unable to stand the verbal torture any longer, spun around and pressed his mouth to Bill's. He tasted the alcohol on Bill's tongue as his mated with it. A small voice in his head warned that Bill didn't know what he was doing, that he was too drunk to understand it was Neville he was teasing with every word from his mouth, that he was kissing so passionately. But for once, he ignored that voice and did what he'd wanted to do for years.

When the need to breathe drew them apart, Neville gasped out, "No more talking. Just touch me. Gods, please touch me."

Bill grinned crookedly as he said, "I can do both. I can drive you to the brink with my hands alone, or... I can tell you what I'm going to do and then let you choose whether you want me to do it or not."

"I think I'll start with your neck. Do you like having your neck kissed? Or would you rather I bite it? Gently, of course." He suited words to actions and placed his teeth into the tender, sensitive skin at the base of Neville's throat.

Getting into the spirit of things, Bill murmured, "You taste so fucking good. And I'm just at your neck. I can't imagine how much better you'll taste when I'm sucking your beautiful cock, when you're dripping your juice down my throat. I want to make you explode just so I can swallow you down. I want that more than I can say. Do you want that?"

Neville tossed his head against the door, eyes a bit wild as he admitted, "I don't know what I want. I've never done this before."

Bill stilled completely for a few seconds before looking straight into Neville's eyes and asking, "With a man, or with anyone?"

Neville looked down, embarrassed but unable to lie to this man. "Anyone," he said softly. His face turned red as he added, "I haven't ever wanted anyone else."

Bill drew a deep breath and confessed, "I've never been anyone's first."

They stood in silence for a few moments, Bill watching Neville closely for any sign that he wasn't ready and Neville wishing a hole would open up and swallow him. He was a twenty five year old virgin! Bill would never want him now. He cleared his throat and painfully dragged his gaze back to Bill's. What he saw there stunned him. It was as if he were looking into mirror and seeing his own sharp, aching need.

Bill, seeing the uncertainty in Neville's eyes, raised a hand and trailed it down a smoothly shaven, lightly freckled cheek. "If you're not ready, I understand. I can wait. But I want you, and now that I know you return my feelings, I'm going to pursue you. I'm going to do everything I just told you and more. I'll probably spend a whole day licking your luscious body, merely so I can memorize your taste. Just so you know," he said with a self-deprecating grin and one-shouldered shrug.

Neville laughed sharply, sputtering out, "Not ready?!? Merlin, Bill, I've been ready since I was fifteen. Ten years is a long damn time to wait." His gaze darkened as he boldly added, "You're not going to make me wait any longer, are you? Because I'm tired of closing my eyes and picturing you while I attempt to pleasure myself. I want you."

Bill groaned and pressed against Neville, pushing the other man into the door. He bent his head to nibble on Neville's lips as he murmured out everything he wanted to do to him. "Before tonight it over, when I ask you what you like, you will know. I'm going to love you so thoroughly that you'll never want to even look at anyone else."

"I don't now," Neville sighed, brushing his hips against Bill's hard form. He was ridiculously close to coming and Bill had barely begun to touch him.

"Let me tell you what I'm going to do," Bill said as his eyes followed the track of his hand, skimming through Neville's hair and down the side of his neck to his cloth-covered chest. "I'm going to undress you, slowly. Then I'm going to lay you on the bed and kiss and lick every inch of you. While I'm kissing you, I want you to tell me what you like. When you can no longer speak, then I'll begin all over."

"Stop, you can't. I'm almost ready to... I won't last if you keep talking like that," Neville pleaded, licking his suddenly dry lips.

Bill simply smiled slightly as he began slipping the buttons on Neville's shirt through their holes. "Don't be afraid to come, Neville. It will be my duty to ensure that you do, several times in fact. I want this night to be one you remember fifty years from now."

By now, Neville's shirt was hanging open, framing a hard, muscular chest. Bill leaned forward, unable to deny himself the taste of the beautiful nub of Neville's nipple. He traced his tongue over it gently before biting down, eliciting a sharp gasp and a stuttered, "I like that, oh yes I do!"

Bill hid his grin, not wanting the other man to think he was laughing at him. He continued to lave the nipple with his tongue as his hands attacked the fastening of Neville's trousers. He slipped his hand into the opening, trailing his fingers over the hard cock he found there.

Neville swallowed painfully, thrusting against that questing hand. "Yes, that..." he got out, before he lost the ability to speak.

"You feel so good, love. I can't wait to taste this, to take you in my mouth and drink every last drop. But first, I need you to step out of your trousers so I can lay you down. I want to see you stretched out on my bed, your head tossing against my pillow."

Neville nearly fell over attempting to free himself from his trousers before Bill stopped him.

"Shoes first, love," he reminded, swallowing a laugh.

Neville nodded and looked at his feet blankly, knowing his shoes needed to be removed but unable to remember how to accomplish that task. Bill took pity on him and knelt down, pressing a casual kiss to his cock before bending to untie his shoes. Neville nearly fainted at the sensations those full lips gave him, rubbing against his most sensitive skin.

Bill slid Neville's shoes and socks off, tossing them over his shoulder before guiding Neville's legs from his trousers, leaving the other man standing in only his open shirt, the tails of which framed his jutting cock. Bill smiled in anticipation before looking straight up into Neville's desperate gaze. Maintaining eye contact, he leaned forward and licked a slow path from base to tip, catching a pearly drop of precum there. "Mmm," he moaned, eyes sliding shut as he savored the taste of his soon-to-be lover.

Neville gasped, nearly coming in that instant. He bit the inside of his cheek, welcoming the pain as he fought his body's response.

"Bed," he croaked out.

Bill opened his eyes slowly, smiling lazily at Neville and licking his lips. He nodded and stood, capturing Neville's hand and leading him to the double bed in the corner of the room. When Neville moved to take his shirt off, Bill stayed his hand. "Leave it," he commanded softly. At Neville's questioning gaze, "I like the way it looks on you just now."

Neville raised a hand to Bill's waist, tugging gently on his shirt, pulling it from the waistband of his jeans. "May I?" In answer, Bill raised his hands over his head, allowing Neville to slip it up and off of him. Neville stopped and stared at the silver nipple ring he uncovered.

Without stopping to think about it, he leaned forward and swiped his tongue over it, rolling the ring into his mouth, tugging on it slightly. Bill's breath hitching gave Neville a burst of courage. He unsnapped the closure to Bill's jeans, easing the zipper over his passion-swollen cock. He slid his hands inside the material, pushing them over slim hips and muscular thighs. Releasing the silver ring, he glanced down and smiled wryly. "Sure, you're not wearing shoes. Lazy git."

Bill laughed, loving that Neville felt comfortable enough to joke at a time like this. He stepped from his jeans before pushing Neville to the bed and taking a moment to look over the body of the man he'd wanted for some time now, before stretching out on top of him. Remembering his promise from earlier, he hovered next to Neville's ear and began explaining, in great detail, the path his lips and teeth and tongue would be taking.

"I'm going to kiss you, Neville. I'm going to slide my tongue into your mouth and learn your tastes and textures. Then, when I'm ready, I'm going to lick along your jaw line until I get to your ear. Ears are very sensitive, did you know that?" Unable to help himself, he quickly flicked his tongue over the thin shell of Neville's ear, drawing a muffled shout from the man under him.

Neville's hips bucked against him, prompting him to grip them firmly, holding them to the bed.

"When I'm done with your ear, I'm going to taste your neck. And yes, I think I will bite it again. I think you enjoyed that, but I want you to tell me if you don't, understand?" He turned his head and looked directly into Neville's eyes from barely an inch away. The undisguised passion he saw reflected there caused him to groan and forget about his plan to explain everything.

He captured Neville's soft lips with his own, biting gently at the full lower one and pulling back until Neville opened his mouth. Victory secured, he pressed forward, thrusting his tongue into the warm mouth, sliding it sinuously against Neville's. For long moments they tasted each other, making a thorough study of their partner's mouths.

Neville allowed his hands to slide into Bill's shoulder length hair, reveling in the glory of being able to do this with the other man awake. It slid through his fingers in a satiny rush, causing him to tighten his grip.

Bill, feeling the tug on his hair, growled low in his throat. He loved it when his sexual partners pulled on his hair, and that it was Neville doing it simply added an extra sweetness to the mix. He pulled away from the kiss to roll his head in Neville's hands.

"Fuck, yes! Harder!"

Neville, eyes wide, watched Bill writhe in pleasure. He began to ache, desperately needing the release orgasm would bring him. He began slowly thrusting his hips against Bill, and was rewarded when the other man reached a hand down to rub their cocks together.

Neville began making pleading noises, whimpering as he approached release. "Please, Bill, oh gods, I love you. I need, I need, yesssssss!" he moaned out, his orgasm rolling over him. Half formed words poured from his mouth as he tried to convey the extent of his pleasure, wanting Bill to know how good he felt. Unknowingly he had been pulling rather harshly on Bill's hair, holding tightly as he peaked.

Bill did not mind in the least; that sensation added to the bliss of feeling Neville rub against him combined to drive him over the edge seconds after Neville came down from his high.

Neville smiled happily as Bill shouted and erupted over him, adding his come to the rapidly drying mess on Neville's taut stomach. Bill's head dropped to his shoulder as the redhead labored to bring his breathing under control.

"Damn, Neville, I'm supposed to be the experienced one here. You make me feel... I haven't come like that in years."

Neville blushed, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Bill. I know I'm not very good at this—"

Bill stopped him quickly. "No. You don't understand. You make me lose control. That's a good thing. A very good thing." He grinned, his breathing harsh and unsteady. "Don't apologize."

Neville smiled and said, "All right, I won't. But, umm, we're not... done, are we?"

Bill laughed loudly. "No, love. We've only just begun. Now, it gets fun. Now, we go below the neck," he said, grinning and waggling his eyebrows. "But first, we need to clean you up. Stay here while I go get some things, ok?"

Neville nodded and watched as Bill shrugged into a dressing robe before slipping through the door. He lay in the bed, eyes closed, and relived the past few moments, only mildly surprised when he felt himself hardening again. He looked up as he heard the lock on the door snick back into place. Bill was carrying a tray with several items on it: two jars, a bowl and several towels. He raised his eyebrows in question.

Bill knelt on the bed and soaked the edge of one of the towels in the bowl of steaming water. He reverently wiped it along Neville's chest, cleaning the dried fluids off of him. Neville stayed his hand for a moment as he stated quizzically, "Bill, we're wizards. Surely there's a spell for this."

Bill looked at Neville and said, "There is, but I want to take care of you myself. Plus, this way I get to touch you some more."

Neville settled back with a smile, allowing Bill his pleasure. The warm towel licked delicately over his skin, causing his pulse to speed up. He watched Bill's face and the intensity in those blue eyes made him catch his breath.

"This time, I'm going to do everything I've ever dreamed of doing to you. Would you like to know?" At Neville's shaky nod, he smirked.

"First, I'm going touch you. I'm going to stroke your skin, running my hands up every inch of your body. I'm going to cup your balls, gently rolling them, while I stroke your cock. You're going to squirm underneath me as I twist my hand up your silky shaft, rubbing my thumb over the top, spreading the liquid around." As he said this, he swirled the hot, damp cloth over Neville's reawakened cock.

"Next, I'm going to drag my fingers up your thighs, lightly tickling those lovely hip bones. As you suck in your breath from the sensation, I'll continue until I reach your nipples. I'll roll and pinch them, gently, of course. You'll arch into me as I play, scratching them lightly." His actions suited his words and as he mentioned a body part, his hand found that spot, rubbing and stroking.

Finally finished cleaning the younger man, Bill set the cloth to the side and once again stretched out next to Neville. He ran one finger down over Neville's ribs, past his stomach, to stop just shy of Neville's once more throbbing erection. He locked gazes with Neville as he asked, "How does that sound?"

With a small, teasing shake of his head, Bill made as if to leave the bed and said, "On second thought, that may be too intense for you."

Neville, struck speechless, jumped on Bill, holding him bodily down and rubbing against him. "Did I tell you how much I like intense?"

Several moments of frantic kissing and touching later, Bill pulled back to say seriously, "Neville, I don't want to hurt you. Since this is your first time, would you rather top? I don't want anything to detract from this experience, and I'm afraid that the first time you bottom may be uncomfortable."

Neville dropped his gaze as he thought for a moment; then, with conviction ringing in his voice, said, "I want you to make love to me. I wouldn't know what I was doing topping and would probably end up hurting you. I couldn't stand to cause you pain. I know what bottoming entails, and I want that. I want you inside of me."

Bill swallowed hard, burning with passion at Neville's candid words. He nodded and set about working Neville into a mindless, twisting, writhing, moaning mass of unfulfilled need, doing everything he'd said and more. He spent nearly an hour licking, nipping, and sipping at various body parts, especially delighted at how sensitive Neville's toes were.

When he knew Neville was ready, he reached over to the bedside table and plucked one of the jars off the tray. He scooped some lubricating ointment into his hand and quickly greased up his fingers. He spread Neville's thighs wide, tucking a pillow under his hips. With one hand, he ran a trailing touch over Neville's rigid length while with the other, he used a slicked up finger to probe at his winking, virgin hole. He massaged the hole for a few moments before slipping the finger in to the second knuckle, carefully watching Neville's face for any sign of discomfort. Finding only pleasure and a touch of awe, he continued to push his finger in, twisting it a bit to relax the muscles enough to allow for a second finger. He pulled his first finger out almost all the way and leaned in, mouth hovering over Neville's erect cock. As he swallowed him whole, he inserted his second finger in one sure thrust.

The distraction worked. Neville's hips came completely off the bed as he shouted encouragement at Bill. Bill hummed and sucked hard, pulling at Neville with his mouth while he simultaneously prepared him. He scissored his two fingers back and forth, widening and stretching Neville, preparing him for a third finger, which he quickly inserted. With three fingers deep inside Neville, Bill searched for the bundle of nerves he knew would send the other man straight over the edge. As he found his prostate, Bill shifted so he could look into Neville's eyes while he sucked him, watching the play of emotions flash across the brunet's face. Neville's eyes widened and his mouth opened in a silent scream as Bill worked the pleasure point over.

Neville saw stars explode in neon bursts as he came, back bowed and hips jerking in a faltering rhythm. Bill, delighting in the lingering taste that had caused his taste buds to sing in ecstasy, quickly slicked his cock with lube and placed himself at Neville's entrance and, just as he was drifting back to earth, slowly entered him.

"Gods, Neville. You feel so fucking good! You're so tight around me, so hot. I feel like I'm going to come and I'm barely inside you." His voice was harsh with his effort to go slowly so as to not cause his new lover any pain.

As he felt the achingly thick presence of Bill in his body, Neville gasped. He didn't know what he thought it would feel like, but this certainly wasn't what he'd expected. He felt...full. As if he might split open at any moment. It was a curious sensation; it didn't hurt, really, just distracted him a bit.

Bill, pushed up on his arms, was watching Neville accustom himself to having someone inside him. He wanted to make sure he didn't hurt Neville, but at the same time his body was screaming for him to thrust deep and fast and hard. As the last inch of himself slid into Neville's tight, grasping heat, he saw the moment that he hit his lover's prostate. Neville's eyes went from slightly curious to rolling backward in his head as his lips parted in a hitching gasp.

Bill leaned down and captured that gasp in his mouth as he lost the battle to his body. He began to plunge in and out, faster and faster, as Neville whimpered and moaned in encouragement. He pulled back from the kiss and aligned Neville's hips so that he was driving straight into his prostate on each thrust. Neville screamed Bill's name, vision blurring as pleasure overwhelmed him.

Bill thrust hard three final times before finally allowing himself to come. He remained frozen in place over Neville as his body pulsed out his release. Finally, his body relaxed completely and he collapsed on top of the man who'd made all his dreams come true. When he was able to move once again, he rolled off Neville and gathered the still shaking man into his arms, brushing a kiss across his brow.

"Thank you," he whispered, tightening his embrace.

"You're more than welcome," Neville said on a shivering laugh. "I'm not sure I'm sorry for taking advantage of your condition, though."

Bill raised one eyebrow at Neville's statement but allowed a small smile to slip out as he asked, "My condition?"

Neville rolled his eyes and said, "You're a bit drunk, love."

Bill laughed softly and said, "You think so? Did you notice how much I drank? I only had two small glasses of firewhiskey."

Neville frowned. "But... I had to practically carry you up here, you were so drunk."

"I was a bit tired, but not drunk. When you offered to help me upstairs, I took advantage of the situation. I've been attracted to you for a while, but you're very hard to read, you know. I didn't want to offend you, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to touch you and have you touch me back. And if the only way to have that happen was to pretend to be drunk, well, I'm not above acting a bit silly to get what I want."

Neville smiled. "As long as all you want is me, I don't mind a bit."

Bill's arms tightened possessively as he admitted, "You're all I've ever wanted."

TBC