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Poker Night
Title: Poker Night
Author:
Pairing: Bill/Remus
Word Count: 3806, all written this morning after the bunny bit. Whoo!
Rating: Whatever passes for NC-17 these days. It has smut.
Warnings: Rimming, straight man (or is he?) having gay sex, a little wanking, voyeurism, boys with makeup. Okay, I just listed the warnings to make some of you people want to read it.
Author\'s Note: Thanks to Rilla for the quick and awesome beta.
“That\'s it, Lupin. I can\'t do this for another bloody Saturday night in this old house with that bitch screaming at me!” Kingsley stood, knocking over the cards and Knuts and Sickles on the table. “So I fucked her precious Regulus! You hear that, old woman! I pushed your little golden boy over this table and took him hard! I should have known better... if I\'d done it in the hallway, at least you would have gotten an eyeful, you old bitch!”
Remus looked at Dawlish with amusement in his eyes. “This table, Kings?” Remus said. “Our poker table?”
“This bloooooody table, Mrs. Black, do you hear me?” Kingsley screamed. “He couldn\'t walk for days!”
Dawlish stood and clapped his hand over Kingsley\'s mouth. “I think the big man has a point, though, Lupin. I mean we\'ve been coming over every Saturday since... well. And I just don\'t think sitting around this house is going to make you get past... well.”
“Get past Sirius\' death. You can say it, Daw, I\'m okay. You\'re probably right, it\'s just. I can\'t go out into Wizarding society, you know, everyone looks at me and whispers and I don\'t need that. So it\'s much easier to just stay here and get drunk with you lot and win all your Knuts with my mad poker technique.” Remus stood, buttoned the top button of his sweater and smiled tiredly. “You two, go on. You don\'t need to babysit me. Go out and do whatever it is single men do in this town. I\'ll be okay.”
Kingsley bit Dawlish\'s hand over his mouth, causing the other man to wince and shake his arm. “Bastard.”
“Lupin, let\'s go out. Out out. Night is young. You\'re wasting away in this dreadful place. Out.” Kingsley hovered over Remus, dwarfing him by a good six inches. “Don\'t make me have to bend you over this table and spank your arse. Go put on something... more appropriate... just take the damn sweater off.”
“Sorry, Kingsley,” Remus said, “I\'m not going out. I can\'t show my face in Wizarding circles! You know what it\'s like for me!”
Kingsley advanced on him a step. “We\'re going out to a Muggle place. You don\'t get to say no, since I have had to put up with that caterwauling Black bitch for weeks. Every bloody Saturday...”
“We get it,” Dawlish said, raising his wand. “Okay. I\'m up for it. But I\'m not gay, and don\'t try anything funny this time, Kingsley. Remember the last time...”
“He was adorable, Daw,” Kingsley said innocently, “completely your type. Yes, it was a wig and heels, but...”
Remus flushed. “I\'m not. Going. To. A. Muggle. Gay. Bar.”
“No choice in the matter,” Daw laughed, “once Kingsley gets it in his head...”
Remus rolled his eyes. “I\'m not gay, either. Not everyone is gay, you big idiot.”
“Rigghhhtt...” Kingsley smirked and transfigured Remus\' sensible trousers into tight black jeans, his Oxford shirt into a clingy green silk number, and the cardigan into black leather. “Perfect.”
Remus looked down and flushed. “I can\'t go out in this. This is so not me. Kingsley, you\'re insane.”
“I\'ll put you under arrest and take you there.”
Dawlish smirked. “You can\'t win, Lupin. Just go with it and he\'ll leave you alone.”
“You two are conspiring against me, aren\'t you?”
“Something like that,” Kingsley said, “don\'t make me get out the cuffs.” He transfigured his own clothing to tight leather, and looked at Dawlish. “At least change your shirt.\"
Daw rolled his eyes and waved his wand. “Better?”
“You do nothing for me. Nothing at all.”
“That\'s the idea.”
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Remus shifted uncomfortably as Kingsley steered him into the club. There were a fair number of women, which surprised him; most of them were in groups or paired off with other men. “Oh, they\'re not all girls,” Daw said, following Remus\' gaze. “As I found out. Kingsley likes this place because there are so many drag queens. The nut.”
“Some of them are real women,” Kingsley protested, “lesbians, mostly, but there are straights here. It\'s a fun place. I mean, you two are straights, well, not so sure about Remus, but...”
“Not. Gay. And you dragged me here.” Remus muttered. “Are you buying?”
Kingsley darted to the bar, leaving Dawlish and Remus to stand uncomfortably and endure the frank stares of half-a-dozen mostly undressed men that filtered by. “Nice leather... whatever that was... across his arse,” Lupin whispered to Dawlish. “Honestly. This is not my scene. Sirius might have dragged me out to a place like this, but. Well, a number of years ago, when we were young and stupid, before...”
“No sad thoughts,” Daw said, putting an arm around Remus. “I\'ll just pretend I\'m with you and they\'ll stop ogling.”
“Thanks, you\'re a chum.”
“Do I detect sarcasm?” Kingsley said, walking up with three Guinness draughts. “Lighten up, you two.”
“Or you\'ll tie me up?” Dawlish winked. “So, are we going to take this boy out there dancing, or...?”
“No. God. You\'ve made me dress up in this dreadful getup that\'s worthy of Sirius at his worst. You\'ve made me come to a gay bar and have men stare at my crotch. You\'ve already won the battle. Don\'t make me lose the war, too. I am not. Dancing. With. You. Two.”
“Sounds like a challenge,” Dawlish said mildly. “What do you think, Kingsley?”
“Tell you what, Lupin, I\'ll make you a deal. You come out and dance with me and Daw. Once. One song. And I won\'t make you do it again. If you want to do it again, of course, that\'s up to you...”
“Fine,” Remus said with a long-suffering sigh. “Can we go home after the one dance? Because I really do appreciate what you two are trying to do, I really do, but a quiet pub might have been more my style.”
Kingsley rolled his eyes and pulled out his handcuffs, dangling them in front of Remus\' face, which immediately drew the eyes of a dozen or more other men in the bar.
“You wound me,” Remus said as he followed Daw and Kings out to the floor.
Remus was completely unfamiliar with Muggle music, other than the really old and good stuff, so he made a show of distaste until his feet started to shift around of their own accord, and his hips started to move. Kingsley just grinned as Remus began to actually dance. Daw whistled. “You know how to move, for an old fart. Very nice.”
“Don\'t get any ideas, and you have no room to talk, old man,” Remus spat, but he secretly was enjoying the feeling of moving his body to the hard beat of the song. Instead of being self-conscious, he lost himself for a moment in the rhythm and bodies in close press, dancing and enjoying being physical, and...
When he came to, he\'d worked up a little bit of a sweat, the song had changed, and Daw and Kingsley had disappeared. “Oh, shit,” he muttered under his breath and turned to walk off the floor.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on another man, and he stopped dead in his tracks. He was transfixed. Another patron on the floor bumped into Remus. “Are you gonna dance, or aren\'t you?” Remus turned to look at the speaker, and started to move, but when he looked back, the beautiful man he had seen was dancing with his head thrown back, abandoned to the music around them. Remus was quite certain he\'d never seen anything more entrancing in his life.
He had long hair and perfect features, accentuated by eyeliner and mascara and blush on his high cheekbones. A dusting of freckles peeked out across his chest. The man had no shirt on at all; nipple rings glinted in the disco lights, and a tattoo of...
... A snitch on his shoulder?!
... it was a wizard!
... it was Bill Weasley, he realized with a shock. He hadn\'t made the connection because the makeup was so artfully done and Bill had done his hair in an Oriental-style queue with black ribbon that covered up most of the auburn locks. But the dragonhide boots were a dead giveaway, and even from a distance, Remus could see the fang. He was quite sure he\'d never seen anything sexier in his life; Bill could have been the most beautiful woman he had ever encountered.
But he wasn\'t a woman, Remus thought uncomfortably, willing away the erection that now strained against the too-tight jeans Kingsley had transfigured. “I\'m standing here lusting after Molly\'s eldest son. That\'s just. Not. Right.”
Remus moved off the dance floor, backing into a table and sending drinks flying. “Oh, I\'m sorry,” he said, momentarily distracted away from Bill\'s dancing. He bought new drinks for the boys at the table and started to walk away to find Daw and Kingsley, when a hand descended on his shoulder.
“Remus?” It was Bill.
His breath hitched a little as he turned. “Hi, Bill,” he managed to choke out. He\'d been around Bill a hundred times over the past year, and hadn\'t ever noticed him in this way once. Oh, sure, he\'d noticed what everyone does, that Bill was a bit of a rebel but a solid player on their side, and that he was ultra-cool, and that he had a part-Veela girlfriend.
Which begged the question. What was he doing here?
“Hi,” Bill said, clearly uncomfortable. “I didn\'t know you were...”
“I\'m not. I didn\'t think you were...”
“I\'m both, I guess,” Bill said. “Mostly with boys, but when there\'s a Veela involved it gets tricky. But don\'t tell Mum. You\'re not at all? Why are you here?”
Right at that moment, Remus caught sight of Kingsley\'s head above most of the other patrons. “Hijacked by eager Aurors who thought I was spending too much time with Mrs. Black.”
“They\'re right, you know,” Bill said, trailing a finger down Remus\' arm and sending shivers up his spine. “Buy you a drink?”
Remus found himself agreeing, which shocked him, but this was Bill Weasley, not just some anonymous bloke in the bar. But Bill had touched Remus in a way that made it clear that Bill would...
Would Remus?
Well, other than the not-gay part...
Except, as he watched Bill come back through the bar with two drinks in hand, he clearly would have to re-evaluate. The last time he had been with a woman was about two years prior, and that was just a one-night thing. He had fooled around with a lot of boys and girls in school, and then once he was on his own, hadn\'t really done much looking. He knew he couldn\'t hide who he was for long, so relationships were not possible.
He had mostly been asexual his entire adult life. So it wasn\'t entirely out of the question that he might enjoy...
Was he seriously thinking about this? There it was, causing a stir in his entire body, causing his nerves to be on high-alert: the memory of Bill dancing with his head thrown back, the touch on his arm.
He was just touch-starved. That was all.
Just as Bill walked up with the drinks, Kingsley and Dawlish arrived. “There you are,” Daw said, “we lost you on the floor. Um? Bill?”
Bill ducked his head a little. “Yeah. I\'ve been outed, I guess.”
“I guess,” Daw said, “um. Listen, you folks, it\'s been fun. But I need to get home to the missus and all.”
“Right,” Kingsley said, chucking him in the arm. “See you Monday, you big faker.” He turned back to Bill and Remus. “Bill, you look magnificent. Care to dance?”
Fierce jealousy suddenly burned in Remus\' chest. “Sure, Kingsley,” Bill was saying, and the two of them were walking away, and Remus was certain that he had just figured out his own sexual identity in three words uttered by the big bloke. Bill and Kingsley were dancing a slower number, arms around one another, hips grinding together as they moved; Kingsley bent down to say something in Bill\'s ear, and Bill shook his head but grinned back, and Kingsley laughed.
Remus looked down at his shoes, wondering what the hell he was going to do. An older, butch man walked by and asked Remus to dance. “Sorry,” Remus said quietly, and the man walked on. He had to get away. When he looked up, Kingsley and Bill were even closer, and Kingsley was still whispering something in his ear and making Bill smile, and...
Remus had to get out before he would do something that he might regret. He waded through the crowded bar area, headed for the door. The bouncer asked if he needed a hand-stamp to get back in and Remus shook him off. “Leaving. Thanks.” He got out into the cool September air and groaned at the fact that he\'d just seen exactly what he wanted, had no idea why or how he\'d managed to get into the predicament, and had been forced to see the real gay man swoop in and take it all away. It wasn\'t Kingsley\'s fault. He wasn\'t angry. He\'d explained countless times that he wasn\'t gay.
But it seemed that perhaps that was a situational condition, after all.
Remus Apparated back to Grimmauld Place, empty, unfulfilled, on edge, and looking for a good hot shower and a wank and Dreamless Sleep to get him out of this nightmarish vision of Kingsley pushing Bill over the poker table, taking him, claiming him...
He shed all his transfigured clothing and stood, naked, before the mirror in the bathroom as he waited for the shower to heat up. Compared to Kingsley, he didn\'t really have anything Bill might want anyway. The two of them had looked magnificent together; the big dark muscular Auror, the tall, thin beautiful pale redhead with the eyeliner and the nipple rings and...
The shower finally was steaming hot. Remus stepped in, letting the water fall over his body to cleanse himself of thoughts of what his two friends might be doing with one another, right now. His hand stroked his balls, washing them carefully with the mild musky soap he preferred, and he groaned as the hot water and his own soapy hand stroked his now painful erection. “Blue balls,” he said out loud, “if I\'m lucky. I\'ve been like this for over an hour now...”
“Then you should let me take care of it,” Bill\'s voice said, cutting through the steam of the shower and straight to Remus\' cock. He jerked around to see Bill standing there in the bath, taking off his own pants. “Room for me?”
Remus didn\'t trust himself to speak. Bill opened the door anyway. “Is this okay?”
“I thought... I saw you and Kingsley... I couldn\'t...”
“I\'m not interested in Kingsley. If I was, I would have already had him. Everyone knows he\'s gay, the big pervert.” Bill looked cheerful. “He\'s attractive and all, but not my type.”
“And what\'s your type?” Remus squeaked as Bill let the water wash over his hair, pulling out the tight braid.
“Someone who doesn\'t think of themselves as one way, or another, but is his own unique person.” Bill washed the makeup off his face, carefully removing the eyeliner and mascara with his back to Remus. Remus\' hand was right over Bill\'s arse, so close, but he felt afraid to actually touch. It would be a point of no return, and he knew it.
“Now, that problem you\'ve had for the last part of the evening,” Bill said, turning around, “would it have anything to do with me?”
Remus sighed. “I still don\'t know if...”
“Don\'t have to,” Bill smiled, lathering his hands and washing his nipples and the rings. “Just watch, and tell me if I should stay. If I should go, then I\'ll go. Either way, I\'ll be clean.”
Bill\'s hands were everywhere on his own body, from his nipples, where he tweaked the rings and moaned softly, to his own arse. Slowly, he began to wash his balls, then his cock, keeping his eyes focused on Remus\'s face. Remus knew he was lost as he watched Bill\'s hand move back and forth in a way that had nothing to do with cleansing. “I want you to...” he faltered.
“Say it, Remus,” Bill said, stepping closer through the steam. “What do you want?”
“Want you to kiss me,” Remus whispered, “want your touch.”
“Like this?” Bill leaned forward, sucking Remus\'s lower lip into his mouth before parting his lips and tasting his tongue. Remus let his jaw go slack, allowing Bill access to whatever he wanted, kissing back with a hunger he didn\'t think he possessed in all his asexual years. Bill\'s hands came around Remus\' back, taking the soap he still had and lathering Remus\' back while they kissed. He dropped down to his knees, turning Remus to wash his arse. Remus moaned and placed his hands on the wall of the shower to allow Bill any access he wanted, but Bill wasn\'t finished. He gently pushed aside Remus\' arsecheeks, washing him carefully, then surprised Remus by pushing his tongue gently around in circles around his pucker.
“Like that?” Bill said, then without waiting for an answer, simulated a rather extended make-out session with Remus\'s hole. Remus began gibbering incoherently, “Never thought...god Bill, your tongue...I expected...I haven\'t ever...”
Bill pulled back, smiling, and turned Remus around. “Never?” He licked the tip of Remus\'s cock, then flicked his thumb back and forth over the end. “Never say never, Remus Lupin.” Bill sucked Remus\'s cock past his lips, rubbing his hands over Remus\' balls and the base of his shaft.
“God, Bill... your mouth… should be illegal... where\'s the handcuffs when you need them...” Remus\'s hands tangled in all that gorgeous red hair, letting himself drown in the hot water and sensation of Bill\'s tongue and lips and sucking and...
When he finally came, it was so hard and good that his knees buckled and he slipped down next to Bill, who managed to keep hold of his prick to squeeze out and lick up every last drop. “That takes care of the problem,” Bill said lightly, clearly unsure of what to do now, but self-satisfied.
“Not your problem,” Remus observed, a growl in his throat. “Finish what you started.”
“What do you...”
“There\'s a table downstairs. Want you to bend me over it and take me. You started it with your tongue, I want. Want you.”
“Table?”
“Poker night will be a lot more interesting from now on.”
Bill smiled and opened the door to the shower, handing Remus a towel and allowing him to lead him downstairs. “Lube,” he said, “don\'t suppose?”
“Your tongue,” Remus said, “more of that. Then lube. Tongue.”
Bill\'s face flushed as he cast a cushioning charm on the table. “Wouldn\'t want to hurt you...” he traced the scars on Remus\' body. “I want it to be good for you.”
Remus moaned and reached around to tweak Bill\'s nipple rings. “I want you so badly. I don\'t know why I didn\'t...it has to be good, because it\'s you. Why didn\'t I know this before?”
“Right place, right time,” Bill said, kneeling and pushing Remus\'s legs apart. “Put your leg up on this chair... god, yes, want to taste you some more...” Bill began licking again, pushing his tongue further and further in until he could see that Remus was starting to become erect again. Remus, for his part, was entirely incoherent. “Fuck,” he moaned. “please, Bill. Please. Now.”
Bill looked around. In the kitchen. He accioed some olive oil, rubbing it over himself as well as Remus\' loosened pucker. “This might burn or hurt, you\'ve never done this?”
“Just. Fuck.”
Bill smiled as he slowly moved himself over Remus, pushing his cock as gently as he could into the other man. Remus\' incoherence turned into a low moan. “Doesn\'t hurt. More.”
Bill poured more oil on his hand. Then he began moving faster, reaching around to stroke Remus\' cock with his oil-slicked hand in rhythm with his own thrusts. “Does that feel good, Remus? Do you like knowing you\'re getting fucked by me? Do you want to make me come ,make me scream your name right here in this kitchen? Do you?” Bill growled, losing control of himself rapidly. “I\'m going to fuck you so full of come that you\'ll be dripping for days, begging me for more, you\'ll want me to ride you every day and every night, Remus, you won\'t be able to...”
“Yes,” Remus groaned, “the talking. Shut up and I swear I will let you be with me anytime you want, Bill. There\'s not a question of that. Take me. I\'m yours.”
Bill lost control at that, and slammed into Remus three more times before crying out in an almost tortured release. Remus\' smile grew wider as he heard Mrs. Black screaming about perverted, sick werewolves in the hallway. He wasn\'t quite ready to come again yet himself, but there would be time. Bill wasn\'t getting away tonight, he was already quite certain of that.
Then Mrs. Black started screaming about that hulking Auror and how sick and perverted he was, causing Bill to slide out and look around. “Kingsley?”
“On my fuck table, no less,” Kingsley said, grinning, hand in his pants as he came out of the shadows near the doorway. “Nearly made me a Weasley sandwich, but it was worth it just to watch Mr. \'I\'m not gay\' get fucked up the arse.”
Remus coloured. “Well, that\'s just brilliant.” He stood, unashamed now that Kingsley had seen it all, and grabbed Bill\'s wand to clean up and take off the cushioning charm. “Did you know about him?” Remus asked Bill.
“Well, I knew he was a perverted little voyeur, but I didn\'t know he was here.”
Kingsley grinned an impossibly wide smile at Remus, “not gay. Not gay. Wait till I tell Daw,” and grabbed the cards. “Poker?”
“Bed,” Remus said, pulling Bill along, “you can have the guest room, you wanker.”
“After all I\'ve done for you!” Kingsley called after them.
“Horrible blood traitors, half-bloods, and monsters! In my house! At least you could do it out here where I could see!” Mrs. Black cried, but no one heard her this time.
Author:
Pairing: Bill/Remus
Word Count: 3806, all written this morning after the bunny bit. Whoo!
Rating: Whatever passes for NC-17 these days. It has smut.
Warnings: Rimming, straight man (or is he?) having gay sex, a little wanking, voyeurism, boys with makeup. Okay, I just listed the warnings to make some of you people want to read it.
Author\'s Note: Thanks to Rilla for the quick and awesome beta.
“That\'s it, Lupin. I can\'t do this for another bloody Saturday night in this old house with that bitch screaming at me!” Kingsley stood, knocking over the cards and Knuts and Sickles on the table. “So I fucked her precious Regulus! You hear that, old woman! I pushed your little golden boy over this table and took him hard! I should have known better... if I\'d done it in the hallway, at least you would have gotten an eyeful, you old bitch!”
Remus looked at Dawlish with amusement in his eyes. “This table, Kings?” Remus said. “Our poker table?”
“This bloooooody table, Mrs. Black, do you hear me?” Kingsley screamed. “He couldn\'t walk for days!”
Dawlish stood and clapped his hand over Kingsley\'s mouth. “I think the big man has a point, though, Lupin. I mean we\'ve been coming over every Saturday since... well. And I just don\'t think sitting around this house is going to make you get past... well.”
“Get past Sirius\' death. You can say it, Daw, I\'m okay. You\'re probably right, it\'s just. I can\'t go out into Wizarding society, you know, everyone looks at me and whispers and I don\'t need that. So it\'s much easier to just stay here and get drunk with you lot and win all your Knuts with my mad poker technique.” Remus stood, buttoned the top button of his sweater and smiled tiredly. “You two, go on. You don\'t need to babysit me. Go out and do whatever it is single men do in this town. I\'ll be okay.”
Kingsley bit Dawlish\'s hand over his mouth, causing the other man to wince and shake his arm. “Bastard.”
“Lupin, let\'s go out. Out out. Night is young. You\'re wasting away in this dreadful place. Out.” Kingsley hovered over Remus, dwarfing him by a good six inches. “Don\'t make me have to bend you over this table and spank your arse. Go put on something... more appropriate... just take the damn sweater off.”
“Sorry, Kingsley,” Remus said, “I\'m not going out. I can\'t show my face in Wizarding circles! You know what it\'s like for me!”
Kingsley advanced on him a step. “We\'re going out to a Muggle place. You don\'t get to say no, since I have had to put up with that caterwauling Black bitch for weeks. Every bloody Saturday...”
“We get it,” Dawlish said, raising his wand. “Okay. I\'m up for it. But I\'m not gay, and don\'t try anything funny this time, Kingsley. Remember the last time...”
“He was adorable, Daw,” Kingsley said innocently, “completely your type. Yes, it was a wig and heels, but...”
Remus flushed. “I\'m not. Going. To. A. Muggle. Gay. Bar.”
“No choice in the matter,” Daw laughed, “once Kingsley gets it in his head...”
Remus rolled his eyes. “I\'m not gay, either. Not everyone is gay, you big idiot.”
“Rigghhhtt...” Kingsley smirked and transfigured Remus\' sensible trousers into tight black jeans, his Oxford shirt into a clingy green silk number, and the cardigan into black leather. “Perfect.”
Remus looked down and flushed. “I can\'t go out in this. This is so not me. Kingsley, you\'re insane.”
“I\'ll put you under arrest and take you there.”
Dawlish smirked. “You can\'t win, Lupin. Just go with it and he\'ll leave you alone.”
“You two are conspiring against me, aren\'t you?”
“Something like that,” Kingsley said, “don\'t make me get out the cuffs.” He transfigured his own clothing to tight leather, and looked at Dawlish. “At least change your shirt.\"
Daw rolled his eyes and waved his wand. “Better?”
“You do nothing for me. Nothing at all.”
“That\'s the idea.”
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Remus shifted uncomfortably as Kingsley steered him into the club. There were a fair number of women, which surprised him; most of them were in groups or paired off with other men. “Oh, they\'re not all girls,” Daw said, following Remus\' gaze. “As I found out. Kingsley likes this place because there are so many drag queens. The nut.”
“Some of them are real women,” Kingsley protested, “lesbians, mostly, but there are straights here. It\'s a fun place. I mean, you two are straights, well, not so sure about Remus, but...”
“Not. Gay. And you dragged me here.” Remus muttered. “Are you buying?”
Kingsley darted to the bar, leaving Dawlish and Remus to stand uncomfortably and endure the frank stares of half-a-dozen mostly undressed men that filtered by. “Nice leather... whatever that was... across his arse,” Lupin whispered to Dawlish. “Honestly. This is not my scene. Sirius might have dragged me out to a place like this, but. Well, a number of years ago, when we were young and stupid, before...”
“No sad thoughts,” Daw said, putting an arm around Remus. “I\'ll just pretend I\'m with you and they\'ll stop ogling.”
“Thanks, you\'re a chum.”
“Do I detect sarcasm?” Kingsley said, walking up with three Guinness draughts. “Lighten up, you two.”
“Or you\'ll tie me up?” Dawlish winked. “So, are we going to take this boy out there dancing, or...?”
“No. God. You\'ve made me dress up in this dreadful getup that\'s worthy of Sirius at his worst. You\'ve made me come to a gay bar and have men stare at my crotch. You\'ve already won the battle. Don\'t make me lose the war, too. I am not. Dancing. With. You. Two.”
“Sounds like a challenge,” Dawlish said mildly. “What do you think, Kingsley?”
“Tell you what, Lupin, I\'ll make you a deal. You come out and dance with me and Daw. Once. One song. And I won\'t make you do it again. If you want to do it again, of course, that\'s up to you...”
“Fine,” Remus said with a long-suffering sigh. “Can we go home after the one dance? Because I really do appreciate what you two are trying to do, I really do, but a quiet pub might have been more my style.”
Kingsley rolled his eyes and pulled out his handcuffs, dangling them in front of Remus\' face, which immediately drew the eyes of a dozen or more other men in the bar.
“You wound me,” Remus said as he followed Daw and Kings out to the floor.
Remus was completely unfamiliar with Muggle music, other than the really old and good stuff, so he made a show of distaste until his feet started to shift around of their own accord, and his hips started to move. Kingsley just grinned as Remus began to actually dance. Daw whistled. “You know how to move, for an old fart. Very nice.”
“Don\'t get any ideas, and you have no room to talk, old man,” Remus spat, but he secretly was enjoying the feeling of moving his body to the hard beat of the song. Instead of being self-conscious, he lost himself for a moment in the rhythm and bodies in close press, dancing and enjoying being physical, and...
When he came to, he\'d worked up a little bit of a sweat, the song had changed, and Daw and Kingsley had disappeared. “Oh, shit,” he muttered under his breath and turned to walk off the floor.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on another man, and he stopped dead in his tracks. He was transfixed. Another patron on the floor bumped into Remus. “Are you gonna dance, or aren\'t you?” Remus turned to look at the speaker, and started to move, but when he looked back, the beautiful man he had seen was dancing with his head thrown back, abandoned to the music around them. Remus was quite certain he\'d never seen anything more entrancing in his life.
He had long hair and perfect features, accentuated by eyeliner and mascara and blush on his high cheekbones. A dusting of freckles peeked out across his chest. The man had no shirt on at all; nipple rings glinted in the disco lights, and a tattoo of...
... A snitch on his shoulder?!
... it was a wizard!
... it was Bill Weasley, he realized with a shock. He hadn\'t made the connection because the makeup was so artfully done and Bill had done his hair in an Oriental-style queue with black ribbon that covered up most of the auburn locks. But the dragonhide boots were a dead giveaway, and even from a distance, Remus could see the fang. He was quite sure he\'d never seen anything sexier in his life; Bill could have been the most beautiful woman he had ever encountered.
But he wasn\'t a woman, Remus thought uncomfortably, willing away the erection that now strained against the too-tight jeans Kingsley had transfigured. “I\'m standing here lusting after Molly\'s eldest son. That\'s just. Not. Right.”
Remus moved off the dance floor, backing into a table and sending drinks flying. “Oh, I\'m sorry,” he said, momentarily distracted away from Bill\'s dancing. He bought new drinks for the boys at the table and started to walk away to find Daw and Kingsley, when a hand descended on his shoulder.
“Remus?” It was Bill.
His breath hitched a little as he turned. “Hi, Bill,” he managed to choke out. He\'d been around Bill a hundred times over the past year, and hadn\'t ever noticed him in this way once. Oh, sure, he\'d noticed what everyone does, that Bill was a bit of a rebel but a solid player on their side, and that he was ultra-cool, and that he had a part-Veela girlfriend.
Which begged the question. What was he doing here?
“Hi,” Bill said, clearly uncomfortable. “I didn\'t know you were...”
“I\'m not. I didn\'t think you were...”
“I\'m both, I guess,” Bill said. “Mostly with boys, but when there\'s a Veela involved it gets tricky. But don\'t tell Mum. You\'re not at all? Why are you here?”
Right at that moment, Remus caught sight of Kingsley\'s head above most of the other patrons. “Hijacked by eager Aurors who thought I was spending too much time with Mrs. Black.”
“They\'re right, you know,” Bill said, trailing a finger down Remus\' arm and sending shivers up his spine. “Buy you a drink?”
Remus found himself agreeing, which shocked him, but this was Bill Weasley, not just some anonymous bloke in the bar. But Bill had touched Remus in a way that made it clear that Bill would...
Would Remus?
Well, other than the not-gay part...
Except, as he watched Bill come back through the bar with two drinks in hand, he clearly would have to re-evaluate. The last time he had been with a woman was about two years prior, and that was just a one-night thing. He had fooled around with a lot of boys and girls in school, and then once he was on his own, hadn\'t really done much looking. He knew he couldn\'t hide who he was for long, so relationships were not possible.
He had mostly been asexual his entire adult life. So it wasn\'t entirely out of the question that he might enjoy...
Was he seriously thinking about this? There it was, causing a stir in his entire body, causing his nerves to be on high-alert: the memory of Bill dancing with his head thrown back, the touch on his arm.
He was just touch-starved. That was all.
Just as Bill walked up with the drinks, Kingsley and Dawlish arrived. “There you are,” Daw said, “we lost you on the floor. Um? Bill?”
Bill ducked his head a little. “Yeah. I\'ve been outed, I guess.”
“I guess,” Daw said, “um. Listen, you folks, it\'s been fun. But I need to get home to the missus and all.”
“Right,” Kingsley said, chucking him in the arm. “See you Monday, you big faker.” He turned back to Bill and Remus. “Bill, you look magnificent. Care to dance?”
Fierce jealousy suddenly burned in Remus\' chest. “Sure, Kingsley,” Bill was saying, and the two of them were walking away, and Remus was certain that he had just figured out his own sexual identity in three words uttered by the big bloke. Bill and Kingsley were dancing a slower number, arms around one another, hips grinding together as they moved; Kingsley bent down to say something in Bill\'s ear, and Bill shook his head but grinned back, and Kingsley laughed.
Remus looked down at his shoes, wondering what the hell he was going to do. An older, butch man walked by and asked Remus to dance. “Sorry,” Remus said quietly, and the man walked on. He had to get away. When he looked up, Kingsley and Bill were even closer, and Kingsley was still whispering something in his ear and making Bill smile, and...
Remus had to get out before he would do something that he might regret. He waded through the crowded bar area, headed for the door. The bouncer asked if he needed a hand-stamp to get back in and Remus shook him off. “Leaving. Thanks.” He got out into the cool September air and groaned at the fact that he\'d just seen exactly what he wanted, had no idea why or how he\'d managed to get into the predicament, and had been forced to see the real gay man swoop in and take it all away. It wasn\'t Kingsley\'s fault. He wasn\'t angry. He\'d explained countless times that he wasn\'t gay.
But it seemed that perhaps that was a situational condition, after all.
Remus Apparated back to Grimmauld Place, empty, unfulfilled, on edge, and looking for a good hot shower and a wank and Dreamless Sleep to get him out of this nightmarish vision of Kingsley pushing Bill over the poker table, taking him, claiming him...
He shed all his transfigured clothing and stood, naked, before the mirror in the bathroom as he waited for the shower to heat up. Compared to Kingsley, he didn\'t really have anything Bill might want anyway. The two of them had looked magnificent together; the big dark muscular Auror, the tall, thin beautiful pale redhead with the eyeliner and the nipple rings and...
The shower finally was steaming hot. Remus stepped in, letting the water fall over his body to cleanse himself of thoughts of what his two friends might be doing with one another, right now. His hand stroked his balls, washing them carefully with the mild musky soap he preferred, and he groaned as the hot water and his own soapy hand stroked his now painful erection. “Blue balls,” he said out loud, “if I\'m lucky. I\'ve been like this for over an hour now...”
“Then you should let me take care of it,” Bill\'s voice said, cutting through the steam of the shower and straight to Remus\' cock. He jerked around to see Bill standing there in the bath, taking off his own pants. “Room for me?”
Remus didn\'t trust himself to speak. Bill opened the door anyway. “Is this okay?”
“I thought... I saw you and Kingsley... I couldn\'t...”
“I\'m not interested in Kingsley. If I was, I would have already had him. Everyone knows he\'s gay, the big pervert.” Bill looked cheerful. “He\'s attractive and all, but not my type.”
“And what\'s your type?” Remus squeaked as Bill let the water wash over his hair, pulling out the tight braid.
“Someone who doesn\'t think of themselves as one way, or another, but is his own unique person.” Bill washed the makeup off his face, carefully removing the eyeliner and mascara with his back to Remus. Remus\' hand was right over Bill\'s arse, so close, but he felt afraid to actually touch. It would be a point of no return, and he knew it.
“Now, that problem you\'ve had for the last part of the evening,” Bill said, turning around, “would it have anything to do with me?”
Remus sighed. “I still don\'t know if...”
“Don\'t have to,” Bill smiled, lathering his hands and washing his nipples and the rings. “Just watch, and tell me if I should stay. If I should go, then I\'ll go. Either way, I\'ll be clean.”
Bill\'s hands were everywhere on his own body, from his nipples, where he tweaked the rings and moaned softly, to his own arse. Slowly, he began to wash his balls, then his cock, keeping his eyes focused on Remus\'s face. Remus knew he was lost as he watched Bill\'s hand move back and forth in a way that had nothing to do with cleansing. “I want you to...” he faltered.
“Say it, Remus,” Bill said, stepping closer through the steam. “What do you want?”
“Want you to kiss me,” Remus whispered, “want your touch.”
“Like this?” Bill leaned forward, sucking Remus\'s lower lip into his mouth before parting his lips and tasting his tongue. Remus let his jaw go slack, allowing Bill access to whatever he wanted, kissing back with a hunger he didn\'t think he possessed in all his asexual years. Bill\'s hands came around Remus\' back, taking the soap he still had and lathering Remus\' back while they kissed. He dropped down to his knees, turning Remus to wash his arse. Remus moaned and placed his hands on the wall of the shower to allow Bill any access he wanted, but Bill wasn\'t finished. He gently pushed aside Remus\' arsecheeks, washing him carefully, then surprised Remus by pushing his tongue gently around in circles around his pucker.
“Like that?” Bill said, then without waiting for an answer, simulated a rather extended make-out session with Remus\'s hole. Remus began gibbering incoherently, “Never thought...god Bill, your tongue...I expected...I haven\'t ever...”
Bill pulled back, smiling, and turned Remus around. “Never?” He licked the tip of Remus\'s cock, then flicked his thumb back and forth over the end. “Never say never, Remus Lupin.” Bill sucked Remus\'s cock past his lips, rubbing his hands over Remus\' balls and the base of his shaft.
“God, Bill... your mouth… should be illegal... where\'s the handcuffs when you need them...” Remus\'s hands tangled in all that gorgeous red hair, letting himself drown in the hot water and sensation of Bill\'s tongue and lips and sucking and...
When he finally came, it was so hard and good that his knees buckled and he slipped down next to Bill, who managed to keep hold of his prick to squeeze out and lick up every last drop. “That takes care of the problem,” Bill said lightly, clearly unsure of what to do now, but self-satisfied.
“Not your problem,” Remus observed, a growl in his throat. “Finish what you started.”
“What do you...”
“There\'s a table downstairs. Want you to bend me over it and take me. You started it with your tongue, I want. Want you.”
“Table?”
“Poker night will be a lot more interesting from now on.”
Bill smiled and opened the door to the shower, handing Remus a towel and allowing him to lead him downstairs. “Lube,” he said, “don\'t suppose?”
“Your tongue,” Remus said, “more of that. Then lube. Tongue.”
Bill\'s face flushed as he cast a cushioning charm on the table. “Wouldn\'t want to hurt you...” he traced the scars on Remus\' body. “I want it to be good for you.”
Remus moaned and reached around to tweak Bill\'s nipple rings. “I want you so badly. I don\'t know why I didn\'t...it has to be good, because it\'s you. Why didn\'t I know this before?”
“Right place, right time,” Bill said, kneeling and pushing Remus\'s legs apart. “Put your leg up on this chair... god, yes, want to taste you some more...” Bill began licking again, pushing his tongue further and further in until he could see that Remus was starting to become erect again. Remus, for his part, was entirely incoherent. “Fuck,” he moaned. “please, Bill. Please. Now.”
Bill looked around. In the kitchen. He accioed some olive oil, rubbing it over himself as well as Remus\' loosened pucker. “This might burn or hurt, you\'ve never done this?”
“Just. Fuck.”
Bill smiled as he slowly moved himself over Remus, pushing his cock as gently as he could into the other man. Remus\' incoherence turned into a low moan. “Doesn\'t hurt. More.”
Bill poured more oil on his hand. Then he began moving faster, reaching around to stroke Remus\' cock with his oil-slicked hand in rhythm with his own thrusts. “Does that feel good, Remus? Do you like knowing you\'re getting fucked by me? Do you want to make me come ,make me scream your name right here in this kitchen? Do you?” Bill growled, losing control of himself rapidly. “I\'m going to fuck you so full of come that you\'ll be dripping for days, begging me for more, you\'ll want me to ride you every day and every night, Remus, you won\'t be able to...”
“Yes,” Remus groaned, “the talking. Shut up and I swear I will let you be with me anytime you want, Bill. There\'s not a question of that. Take me. I\'m yours.”
Bill lost control at that, and slammed into Remus three more times before crying out in an almost tortured release. Remus\' smile grew wider as he heard Mrs. Black screaming about perverted, sick werewolves in the hallway. He wasn\'t quite ready to come again yet himself, but there would be time. Bill wasn\'t getting away tonight, he was already quite certain of that.
Then Mrs. Black started screaming about that hulking Auror and how sick and perverted he was, causing Bill to slide out and look around. “Kingsley?”
“On my fuck table, no less,” Kingsley said, grinning, hand in his pants as he came out of the shadows near the doorway. “Nearly made me a Weasley sandwich, but it was worth it just to watch Mr. \'I\'m not gay\' get fucked up the arse.”
Remus coloured. “Well, that\'s just brilliant.” He stood, unashamed now that Kingsley had seen it all, and grabbed Bill\'s wand to clean up and take off the cushioning charm. “Did you know about him?” Remus asked Bill.
“Well, I knew he was a perverted little voyeur, but I didn\'t know he was here.”
Kingsley grinned an impossibly wide smile at Remus, “not gay. Not gay. Wait till I tell Daw,” and grabbed the cards. “Poker?”
“Bed,” Remus said, pulling Bill along, “you can have the guest room, you wanker.”
“After all I\'ve done for you!” Kingsley called after them.
“Horrible blood traitors, half-bloods, and monsters! In my house! At least you could do it out here where I could see!” Mrs. Black cried, but no one heard her this time.