Entry tags:

bill/tonks/charlie

FIC: Nothing is Real but the Girl (Bill/Tonks/Charlie)
To: luvscharlie
From: Your Secret Santa

Title: Nothing Is Real But The Girl
Author: ragdoll
Pairing(s): Bill Weasley/Nymphadora Tonks/Charlie Weasley
Summary: Bill and Charlie are home for the holidays and ready to continue their most unconventional relationship with Nymphadora Tonks, but will sibling rivalry and some unexpected emotions get in the way of their Christmas cheer?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bondage, dirty talk, anal sex (het only), double penetration, threesome, faux dub-con
Author/Artist's notes: This one is for luvscharlie who requested: a threesome, tattoos, fluffy endings, snow, a Christmas theme, humour and incredibly hot sex, and so that's what I gave her. I really hope this is what you wanted, my dear. Happy Smutty Claus!

As always, eternal thanks to my betas and helpers for getting me through writing this relatively unscathed, and to r_becca for being such a brilliant and understanding mod.


Bill Weasley walked up the final steps to Nymphadora Tonks's flat, his breath frosting in front of him. He shivered inside his woollen cloak, noting that the air was growing colder, and that it would probably snow tonight. It had been six years since he'd seen snow, six years since he'd experienced an English winter, and he'd nearly forgotten how it felt. The cold bit at his nose, creeping into the toes of his boots and the fingers of his gloves. He was thankful that he'd put a preserving charm on the bouquet of roses he'd brought for her - ruby red and winter white - as soon as he'd left the Muggle florist's, and prayed it would be warm inside Tonks's flat.

As he lifted the handle on the brass door knocker, he felt a momentary and uncharacteristic twinge of apprehension, and a slight fluttering in his stomach. His relationship with Tonks — if you could call it that — was unconventional to say the least. After a chance meeting at the Quidditch World Cup last August, they'd launched into an affair which had lasted until Bill had needed to return to Egypt for work several weeks later. Since then, they'd been in constant correspondence, and Tonks had insisted he come round to see her as soon as he could pry himself away from his family. However, there was always the chance she'd changed her mind or simply lost interest. While Bill had the utmost confidence in his appeal to the fairer sex, he refused to take anything — or anyone — for granted. Least of all Tonks.

Any fears he might have had were allayed as the door swung open and he was greeted by the sight of the small pink-haired witch, grinning up at him. She wore a clingy, low-cut crimson jumper, an extremely short tartan skirt, fishnet stockings, and bright green combat boots; it was hardly an ensemble a girl would wear to say she wasn't interested or that she'd gone off him.

"Wotcher!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him and kissing him soundly on the mouth, almost knocking him over in the process. Bill grabbed at the door frame to steady them both, then kissed her back with equal enthusiasm.

"Hiya." He unwound her arm just enough to move, then extended the flowers to her with a rakish grin. "These are for you."

Her dark eyes widened in surprise and she let out a girlish squeal, her cheeks growing as pink as her hair. "No one's ever brought me flowers before!" She stared at them, smiling brightly. "Ta ever so much." There was a momentary pause before she added, "You must be really desperate for sex to give me these, eh, Weasley?"

"Of course. That's the only reason I came round. Because I'm desperate for crumpet," Bill quipped, not sure if he should laugh or feel insulted by the cheeky remark. Instead, he put an arm around her waist, drew her in close and then said softly in her ear, "Dora, do you think we could go into your flat? It's fucking freezing out here."

Sheepishly, Tonks tore her eyes away from the bouquet, although she clutched it tightly in her hand. "Oh, I s'pose."

"I'll make it worth your while," Bill promised, pulling her in tighter against him. He'd forgotten just how good she felt until now.

Tonks nestled against him, laughing again. "Can't refuse an offer like that, now can I, mate? Especially when you've brought me roses."

She led him into her small, cluttered flat. It hadn't changed much since Bill had been here last; there was eclectic brick-a-brack everywhere and the bookshelves were still packed two and three rows deep with volumes of every conceivable variety. Tonks's book collection was proof positive that Hufflepuffs — at least former ones — were hardly the anti-intellectual duffers people tended to characterise them as.

The flat was also decorated for Christmas with swags of pine and holly hung along the ceiling, fairy lights twinkling on the mantelpiece of her fireplace, and a small tree festooned with bright decorations, garland and tinsel stuck in the far corner. There was also what looked like a mirror, the glass swirling with dark and ominous clouds next to it. It was an odd contrast to the bright holly springs and ribbons that were stuck around its frame.

"What's this then?" Bill asked, as he tried to catch a glimpse of his reflection in the turbulent surface, hoping his hair wasn't too wind-blown.

"Foe-glass," she replied, still admiring the roses. "Mad-Eye, erm, Alastor Moody gave it to me before he left for Hogwarts this year. Reckoned it would keep me safe while he was away. I didn't see you in it so I suppose you're safe to allow in – assuming you're not a Death Eater in disguise." Tonks flashed him a cheeky grin. "S'pose it was nice of the daft old dear to want to protect me while he was off teaching Defence Against The Dark Arts, but I can take care of m'self. Do you know him? Mad-Eye, I mean?"

Bill nodded. "Yeah, he's a friend of my dad's. Mad as a hatter, but brilliant. There was some trouble with him and exploding dust bins right before the school term started, wasn't there? Dad had to go sort it out." He chuckled. "How do you know old Moody?"

"Auror Training," Tonks said. "He was one of our instructors. Truth be told, I was a bit of his favourite. Gave me the foe-glass right after the trouble at the World Cup since I am apparently not constantly vigilant enough for his liking. I thought the bastard would have written once he got settled up at school, but he must be too busy." She shrugged diffidently, but Bill could see she was miffed by the apparent slight. "Haven't heard from him since."

"Ah, he probably thought the letter might be intercepted and fall into the wrong hands," Bill told her. "I wouldn't fret if I were you, sweetheart. You know Mad-Eye — he sees enemies lurking everywhere. So, have you got a vase for those?" he asked, indicating the flowers. He wasn't surprised when she blushed and shook her head 'no'. Tonks wasn't known for her domestic tendencies, something Bill found ridiculously endearing.

Tonks wrinkled her nose in consideration. "I might have a pitcher that could do the job." She disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a white ceramic pitcher which looked as though it had seen several repairs. Given Tonks's propensity for clumsiness, it wouldn't have been surprising in the least. "Will this do?"

"Brilliant." Bill made quick work of getting the flowers into water with the help of an Aguamenti spell. He set the makeshift vase down on a worn end table, grinning as Tonks looked on in approval.

"I'm glad you know what you're doing with them," she said, unable to keep her eyes off the blooms. "Me, I'm crap with plants — nearly failed Herbology, much to Pomona Sprout's dismay. She reckoned I've got black fingers." She raised her hands, wiggled her fingers at him and laughed. "Get it? Black fingers?"

Bill let out an amused snort, then grabbed her hand and kissed it lightly, working his way up from her wrist to the crook of her elbow, letting his tongue linger there until she squirmed, a noise of abject appreciation escaping her lips. "I think I can find better uses for those fingers, no matter what family they belong to."

"Oh, you do, do you?" Tonks purred.

"Indeed."

"You'll show me then?"

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a smile. "I'd be more than happy to. Although I have to say," he continued, "you've shown great promise with them in the past."

"You mean like this?" Tonks twisted her hand out of his grasp, and then, with a mischievous grin, gave him a quick poke in the ribs, causing him to jerk away.

"Oi! Stop that!" Laughing, Bill tried to avoid several more pokes without success. Finally, he managed to catch Tonks's hands in his much larger ones, holding her fast as she wriggled, attempting to pull herself free. "That's better..."

"Let go!" Tonks demanded, giggling as she squirmed in his grip.

"Don't think so," said Bill, doing his best to look stern. He yanked her in closer, still holding her wrists tightly. "P'raps I don't need those fingers of yours after all."

"Oh?"

Bill pressed himself against her, his mouth close to her ear and growled, "I could bind your wrists to the bed post and have my wicked way with you..." Tonks responded with a shiver and a short gasp. Embarrassed, Bill let her go; he could feel himself blushing. "I'm sorry, love. I don't know why I even said that. I didn't mean— I'm not the sort of bloke who would—"

There was a hint of a smile on her lips as she eyed him with great interest. Reaching up, she caressed his jaw with her palm. "I know you're not. But, you didn't hear me protesting, did you? Unless," she let out another giggle, "you wanted me too, that is."

Bill closed his eyes and stifled a groan. "Nymphadora Tonks, you're incredible."

Her lips were warm as they pressed against his neck, her arms slipping around his waist. "I'm hardly an innocent schoolgirl, Weasley. You ought to know that by now."

"I most certainly do," he replied, savouring the feel of her against him. "Then again, you were never an innocent schoolgirl even when you were at school. More like a cheeky, snot-nosed brat who drove me mad."

"I was not," Tonks protested, then nipped at him playfully. "Just didn't know how to behave." There was a brief pause and then she added, "P'raps you'll have to teach me?"

"Is that what you'd like?" Bill's cock twitched at the thought. "Some sort of kinky detention for past transgressions?"

Tonks smirked up at him. "And future ones, I hope."

"You're giving me all sorts for reasons not to go back to Egypt, you know." Although he'd meant to tease her, he was surprised to feel an actual twinge of regret at the thought of leaving her again.

"Ah, you just don't want me to be alone with your brother..." Tonks said lightly, taking him by the hand and leading him towards the sofa.

Bill took a seat, then pulled her onto his lap so she straddled his thighs, facing him. "I'm not worried in the least about that. Whatever you and Charlie get up to on your own is all right with me." He tapped his finger against the tip of her nose. "As long as you tell me about it. Just like we'll tell him about what we're getting up to now...eventually."

She looked serious for a moment, brushing a loose strand of Bill's hair off his face and tucking it behind his ear. "So, you don't think I'm some sort of slapper for wanting to be with both of you?"

"Well, it's not the most conventional of relationships, I suppose," he answered, equally as serious. "But as long as we're all honest with one another and no one gets hurt, it's fine by me." He kissed her very soft, then gave her a broad wink. "Besides, I'm reasonably certain I can hold your attention as much as he can...if not better."

"Cocky bastard," Tonks muttered, shifting closer toward him, her skirt riding up higher.

"Keep doing that and you'll see just how cocky I am, sweetheart." He thrust his hips up to punctuate the point.

"Mmmmm. Is that a wand in your pocket, Weasley, or are you just happy to see me?" Tonks wriggled on top of him, causing Bill's breath to catch in his throat.

"Why don't you just go and look for yourself?" he replied, his voice husky with need.

She laughed, leaning down to kiss him, one hand sliding between their bodies, skimming down his chest to the crotch of his jeans. She palmed him through the thick fabric, outlining the edges of his burgeoning erection with her fingertips. "It's a bit thick for a wand, innit?" she breathed.

Bill's only response was a groan of appreciation. He ground against her questing hand, raising his own to reach up under her skirt to caress the curve of her arse. Her skin was warm and smooth beneath his fingers. She let out a contented sigh at his touch.

He shifted, tilting his hips up again as she got his jeans unbuttoned and the zip open, pulling out his shirt tails frantically. Bill gripped her arse, holding her steady while she pushed his jeans and underpants out of the way, extricating his now aching cock from its confines.

Tonks chuckled, then licked her lips lasciviously, before wrapping her fingers around the shaft. "Mmm. Definitely not your wand."

"S'bigger'n that," Bill barely managed to reply; her hand was tight around him and stroking him lightly. "That's m'girl..." He craned his neck, hooking one hand on the back of her neck to pull her head down to capture her mouth with his own.

The rhythmic and repeated tapping of someone knocking at the door caused her to unglue her lips from his.

"Fuck," Bill snarled in frustration.

Tonks swung herself off his lap, landing on the floor in a heap. "Too right. I'll try and get rid of them as soon as I can. Hopefully it's not my mum with more Christmas decorations or another bloody cake." She glanced over at the foe-glass, but it was as dark and fathomless as before. "She'll spend all night here talking my ear off if I let her."

She struggled to her feet, smoothing down her skirt while Bill stood up. While she went to the door, he shoved his shirt back into his jeans, attempting to get his trousers back on without causing himself major injury. The last thing he wanted was to meet Tonks's parents for the first time, half-dressed, dishevelled and sporting a raging stiffy.

"Charlie!" Tonks exclaimed as she yanked open the door, revealing his younger brother. There were snowflakes in Charlie's bright copper hair, and on his cloak, his nose and cheeks ruddy with the cold. "You're early!"

"Hullo, beautiful! Happy Christmas!" Charlie lifted Tonks up and swung her around as he entered the flat. Bill noticed the heavy duffel bag hanging off his brother's broad shoulder as Charlie let Tonks down and caught her up in a very passionate kiss. Clearly Charlie had not been home yet; he'd come here directly from his Portkey spot.

Bill cleared his throat noisily, causing Tonks to pull away. She was blushing to the roots of her hair, her face the very same shade of pink as her mussed locks.

Charlie cracked one eye open slowly and peered over Tonks's shoulder, taking in his older brother's rumpled condition. "Ah. The pillock's here too. I didn't interrupt anything, now did I?" he asked. From his smug expression, it was obvious the bastard was well aware that he had, and was damned proud of it too.

"Actually, now that you mention it—" Bill started. He knew he shouldn't be annoyed at Charlie's intrusion, at least not in theory. They'd all agreed to this relationship before it had started, and he'd been fine with it in the past. Right now, however, he wanted to grab Tonks, put his arms around her and declare "mine!" like a spoilt child.

"Couldn't have been up to anything that interesting or Tonks wouldn't have heard me knocking at all," Charlie interjected, giving Tonks a quick squeeze. "When we were at the Three Broomsticks last month, poor Rosmerta was pounding at the door for hours before we could let her in to clean the room." He laughed, shooting his brother a look of triumph. "What was he doing, love? Boring you to death about the life and times of some or other Pharaoh?"

"Last month?" Bill echoed, raising an eyebrow. He knew Charlie was trying to goad him into a temper, but he refused to let his brother get away with it.

"Ch-Charlie was back here for the First Task at the Tournament. You know, the dragons," Tonks explained sheepishly. "I went up to Hogsmeade to visit him. I thought I'd told you about that."

Bill nodded, and then said dryly, "You mentioned it, but clearly you left out a few details."

"I'm sorry," she said in a small voice, staring down at her toes.

"Oi, oi, none of that," Charlie insisted, cupping her chin in his hand and tilting her head up towards him. "Don't let the pillock make you feel guilty about anything. You've done nothing wrong."

"I don't remember saying she had," Bill responded tersely. "You're the one making a fuss about it, Charlie-boy." He glanced over at Charlie's bag again. "Mum know you're back yet?"

"Hardly. Plenty of time to deal with the old girl later seeing how the kids are all staying up at school for the Yule Ball, which I'm certain we'll hear her moaning about non-stop for the next two weeks. I'm also not that desperate to deal with Perce on my own," Charlie snorted derisively. "Reckoned I'd leave the maternal issues for when I'm not so knackered. You've checked in with her already, haven't you, Bill?"

The implication that Bill need their mother's permission to go anywhere was obvious. "Just long enough to unpack my bags, bung some pressies under the tree, and tell her I was going out to see friends," he countered. "She told me to go out and enjoy m'self. See, no maternal issues at all, mate. She trusts me."

"I'm sure Perce was just overjoyed to see you too!"

"Almost as much as I am to see you, gitface."

"Why don't we all have some mulled wine?" Tonks broke in, her voice a little too loud and cheery. "I've got some on the boil in the kitchen."

"Sounds good, love," said Bill, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Oh, that reminds me. I've brought you a bottle of some fine Romanian plonk," Charlie added, patting a bulge in his duffel bag. "Nothing like some vin fiert to warm you up. Although," he leaned over and planted a kiss on the crook of Tonks's pale neck, "I have got better ways to do that, haven't I?"

Bill rolled his eyes, but remained silent.

"I'll go get that then, shall I?" Tonks pushed Charlie away gently. "Try not to murder each other while I'm gone, yeah?"

"He's hardly worth the effort or the trip to Azkaban," Bill called at her retreating back.

Charlie knelt down to rifle through his bag, pulling the bottle of Romanian red out with a flourish. "There we are." He looked up, and then spying the bouquet of roses in the corner, shook his head in disbelief. "Flowers, Bill? Where are you hiding the candles and the champagne, then? Blimey, you've turned into a romantic git when no one was looking."

"Some girls like romance," Bill muttered. "Something you obviously never sussed out, little brother."

"Tonks isn't 'some girl'. And she's never made any mention of liking that sort of thing to me."

"She never said a word to me either, but you should've seen the way her face lit up when I gave them to her. She was ecstatic." Bill couldn't help but preen at the admission, especially when Charlie screwed his face up into a scowl. "Sometimes you just have to follow your instincts rather than being a clueless twat. Although I s'pose that's just your general state of being, isn't it?"

To Bill's surprise, Charlie burst into raucous laughter, bouncing to his feet before clapping Bill on the back. "You're way too easy to take the piss out of, big brother. This is not like you at all. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were in lurve."

"You know, Charlie, you can be a total prick sometimes," Bill retorted, giving Charlie a punch in the shoulder in return.

Charlie barely winced at the blow. "Ah, but that's why I'm your best mate in the whole wide world, isn't it? Because you know me so well." He cocked his head towards the kitchen door. "I have to admit I did have quite a time with her at the Three Broomsticks, but you'd have been more than welcome to join in if you'd been home. She talked about you nearly as much as anything else, you know. I think she fancies you."

"I knew that." Bill smacked Charlie on the back of the head. "Prat."

"Well, it might be too difficult for you to tell seeing how she fancies me more." Charlie chuckled, then studied Bill carefully. "You are in love with her, aren't you?"

"No." The answer came out a bit too hastily. "I just like her, that's all. Just like you do."

"Bill, I know you better than that." Charlie glanced at the still-closed kitchen door a second time and then, lowering his voice considerably, asked "Do you want me out of the picture so you can work your magic on her?"

"I said 'no'," Bill replied emphatically. "Dora wants the both of us, so she gets the both of us."

"Even if it's suddenly making you miserable?"

"I'm not miserable, Charlie. I just—" Bill threw his hands up in frustration, realising that he didn't know quite what he was feeling. "Look, we were just working our way towards something a bit intense and you walked in on it. A bloke's going to get stroppy when there's fraternus interruptus, all right?"

"All right, all right. No need to chew m'head off over it, mate. I'm sorry my timing was lousy. Last thing I want to do is hack you off, Bill." Charlie seemed sincerely contrite. "If getting off with her alone is that important to you, I'll take my gear and go to the Burrow until you give me the all-clear sign."

"Don't be daft," Bill said with a sigh. "You're here, she's clearly glad to see you, and me," a ghost of a smile appeared on his lips, "I suppose I'll just have to suffer with your annoying presence as best I can. I've been bloody well doing that since I was two, haven't I?"

~*~

Tonks had been right about the mulled wine; it had made everything seem so much better. They'd worked their way through two bottles, including Charlie's, and the mood had changed considerably, and definitely for the better.

Bill sat on the sofa, his arm around Tonks. Her head was nestled against his shoulder, her stockinged feet resting in Charlie's lap. The roaring fire coupled with the wine had made Bill feel mellow, relaxed and much more like himself again, as did the sweet, sticky kisses he and Tonks had been lazily exchanging.

He snaked one arm around her waist, his fingers closing around the swell of her breast, gently coaxing her nipple to hardness through her jumper. Tonks ran the blunt of her nails along the lines of his thighs along the inner seams of his jeans before cupping his crotch, applying light pressure as Charlie played with her toes, his lips grazing the soles of her feet through her fishnets.

Tonks let out a startled squeak as Charlie ran a finger along the bottom of her foot, tickling her. "Oi, stop that!"

"My little brother is just looking for attention," Bill told her, giving Charlie a nudge with his booted foot. "He's afraid you might forget about him. Which is understandable, given the circumstances—"

"Just wanted to make sure she was still awake after dealing with you..."

"Right, that's it," Tonks said, slipping out of Bill's embrace as well as Charlie's. She stood up, hands on hips, eyes blazing, first glaring at Charlie, then Bill, then back at Charlie again. "In my bedroom. The pair of you. Now."

The two brothers exchanged surprised looks between them.

"Yes, ma'am," said Bill.

"Anything you say, love," said Charlie.

They followed her into the bedroom which was bit as crammed with Christmas decorations as the parlour. Ribbons, tinsel and boughs of holly hung from every conceivable surface, and a large cluster of mistletoe dangled precariously from the ceiling.

Charlie pointed up at it, his mouth open as if he were about to comment, but Tonks interrupted before he could utter a word.

"Sit down and keep your gob shut, Charlie Weasley," she ordered.

He cocked an eyebrow in response, but did as he was told, perching on the edge of her bed. Bill followed suit, leaning back and crossing his long legs at the ankles, waiting for her to explain her sudden change of attitude.

"I have had enough of your constant squabbling," Tonks said, her voice tinged with annoyance. "I lo—like you both quite a lot, but your non-stop sniping is really getting on my tits."

"I know something that would be better on—" Charlie started, his voice trailing off as he received a withering look from her.

"Seems to me that you're spending more time taking the piss out of one another than you are paying attention to me." Tonks crossed her arms across her chest, huffing in annoyance. "If you'd rather do that, then maybe you both ought to go back to your mummy's house where you can continue it without me."

Bill bit back the urge to point out that he had been showing her plenty of attention until the bastard known as Charlie Weasley had so rudely intruded on their time together.

"I need some bleeding Christmas cheer," Tonks continued, "and either you're going to give it to me, or you can bloody well bugger off right now."

Neither Weasley brother moved an inch. Bill knew the holidays were a difficult time for Tonks; she'd said as much in her letters to him. Unlike Christmas at the Burrow, things in the Tonks household sounded like a dismal affair, especially as there was only Dora and her parents involved. Ted Tonks's family were all Muggles he had little contact with, and Andromeda Tonks had been disowned from the Most Noble House of Black years ago. To make matters worse, Mr. and Mrs. Tonks didn't sound very pleased with their daughter's chosen profession, and Tonks often complained that her mother nagged incessantly about her daughter's love life, or apparent lack of one. He wondered whether Andromeda's head would explode if she'd known that Tonks was having both Charlie and himself, often simultaneously.

Bill reached out and caught her by the wrist, tugging her towards him. Almost immediately, Charlie did the same; together they pulled her to sit on the bed between them.

"Tell us what you want and we'll do it for you," Bill said, draping his arm over her shoulders. He leaned over, brushing his lips over hers.

"Or to you," Charlie added with a leer, then turned Tonks's face towards him to kiss her himself.

Tonks looked dazed as she came up for air, the hint of a smirk on her lips. "Now that's more like it," she breathed. "I think that the only way to keep you from rowing is to keep you both busy. So..." Her smirk grew wider, her dark eyes twinkling with mischief. "I think you're going to put on a bit of a show for me. Both of you."

"You don't expect me to do anything alone with him, do you?" Charlie blurted, his normally ruddy face blanching to a sickly — albeit highly freckled — white. "Sorry, love, but I'm not shagging him. I just don't fancy m'brother the same way you do."

Tonks smacked him on the back of the head. "Don't be daft, Charlie Weasley."

"What did you have in mind, love?" Bill was secretly relieved at her sharp answer, although he would have done whatever she'd asked, however distasteful.

She lowered her voice to a sultry whisper, put her mouth close to his ear, her breath warm and moist. "I want you to strip off for me. Show me why I shouldn't chuck either of you out into the snow."

Bill was already up on his feet, pulling the dragon-hide thong from his ponytail so that his long, copper hair spilled loose over his shoulders. He tossed his head, flipping his hair back off his face, locking his eyes onto Tonks's.

"Do I really have to watch—?" started Charlie, rising up from the bed.

Tonks grabbed hold of the collar of Charlie's jumper and yanked him back down onto the mattress. "Sit!" He grumbled in discontent, but stayed put.

Scooting back, she rested against the brass headboard of her bed, knees drawn up to her chest, giving Bill a brief peek at her red and green striped knickers. His cock stirred at the sight.

With the tiniest cant of her head, she urged Bill to start.

Bill did his best to put on a show, beginning to dance for Tonks. He gyrated his hips as he deftly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it back to bare his chest and stomach.

Tonks leaned forward to rest her chin on her hands, watching him intently.

Slowly, Bill peeled his shirt off, exposing the black and gold lines of the ankh tattooed on his left bicep. He turned, whipping his hair forward, to show off his well-muscled back along with the all-seeing udjat etched on his right shoulder blade, and the intricate design at the nape of his neck — sa, lotus flowers and cartouche, his name written out in hieroglyphics in the middle — more protective magic obtained in Cairo at the end of his first successful dig.

That won him a loud wolf-whistle from Tonks, followed by a blown kiss. "Keep going!"

Bill did his utmost to remove his boots and socks with as much grace as possible, but he suspected he wasn't quite successful in the execution. Still, he continued on, swivelling his hips and shaking his arse as he unzipped his jeans, shucking them off and tossing them on the pile of his discarded clothing. Finally, he walked over to Tonks, practically strutting, his erection bulging against the thin fabric of his tight black briefs. "Care to do the honours?" he asked with a roguish grin.

The request elicited a giggle from Tonks and a snort of annoyance from Charlie. "Don't mind if I do."

Bill inhaled deeply as she slipped her fingers beneath the elastic of his pants and tugged them down, the blunt of her nails dragging along his bare skin. Tonks threw them in the general direction of his other clothes, then crooked her finger at him, indicating he should join her on the bed.

He sat, allowing her to bestow a languid kiss upon him. "Good boy," she cooed.

"Your turn, Charlie," Bill said smugly as he stretched out next to Tonks, naked and aroused.

"Go on. Come on, gis a show, Charlie."

Charlie let out a rude noise as he got to his feet, pointedly ignoring his brother, his eyes fixed on Tonks. He toed off his shoes, then planted his feet firmly on the floor before breaking into an elaborate routine of bumping and grinding. Bill thought his brother looked ridiculous, but judging by the smile on Tonks's face, their hostess seemed delighted by the performance.

Grabbing the hem of his Arran jumper, Charlie pulled it over his head, revealing his buff upper torso, his skin peppered with freckles, burns, and scars. He sported a black armband around each of his bulging biceps, complicated geometric designs that Charlie claimed were potent Gypsy glyphs of protection. Bill was sceptical that this was true, but he had to admit, however grudgingly, that they looked extremely good on his brother.

Tonks seemed to think so too, licking her lips in anticipation, her eyes roving down the length of Charlie's body appreciatively.

Charlie quickly stripped off his trousers, followed by his socks, kicking them all away in haste. The Chinese Fireball which coiled around his right calf undulated and puffed illustrated smoke against his knee. Still clad in his dark blue satin boxers, Charlie pranced around, flailing his arms in what Bill could only assume was some sort of bizarre interpretive dance. As he bent over to show off his taut arse, the Golden Snitch on the small of his back fluttered its wings frantically in excitement.

He took his time working the boxers over his hips, shimmying his bared bum in Tonks's direction before finally pulling them off entirely. Tonks laughed, applauding enthusiastically. Bill was just thankful that the entire ordeal was over.

Not waiting for an invitation, Charlie bounded over to the bed, jumping up on the mattress. He crawled towards Tonks, a big grin on his face, his rampant cock bobbing against the line of his belly. "Not fair you still having your kit on," he said with a pout.

"He's right, you know," said Bill in agreement.

"Well, then," Tonks teased, "if you really want me out of my clobber, p'raps you ought to do something about, yeah?"

Bill sat up as his brother pulled Tonks forward onto her knees. He came into contact with warm, silky skin as he shoved his hands beneath her jumper, working it up the line of her stomach and over her ribs, pausing to give her breasts a squeeze before pulling the top off completely. Meanwhile, Charlie had unfastened her skirt, yanking it down to her knees and helping her out of it.

The two Weasleys made fast work the rest of her clothing, covering her with kisses and caresses as they undressed her completely. Her lacy red and green bra and knickers, plus her stockings, were all flung away in haste.

"Much better," Charlie growled at the sight of the now naked witch in front of him.

"Definitely." With a light shove, Bill got Charlie out of the way, pulling Tonks in for an impassioned kiss. Undaunted, Charlie moved around behind her, his strong arms winding around her slim waist as he began to nuzzle the nape of her neck.

Tonks's moans sent shivers up Bill's spine as she moulded her body against his. She kissed him back with equal fervour and Bill could feel her hands on him again, rubbing her palm across the head of his cock, stroking him lightly.

He began to range his kisses downward, over her chin, her throat and between her pert breasts, savouring the sweet and salty taste of her skin. "So beautiful," he murmured, cupping her breasts in his hands to brush his thumbs over her already hardened nipples. Dipping his head down, Bill drew one into his mouth, his tongue flickering against the pebbled flesh as he began to suck.

Tonks cried out again, although Bill wasn't sure if it was from his ministrations or the fact that Charlie had his hand between her thighs, touching her as he continued to lick his way down the line of her back to the cleft of her buttocks. Bill did his best to ignore Charlie's knuckles as they pressed against his knee.

She let out a high-pitched squeal as Charlie bit down on one arse cheek, then gave her a playful smack. "Oi! Stop that, you!"

"Nuh uh." With that, he nipped at her again.

Tonks removed her hand from Bill's cock just long enough to swat at Charlie. "Prat. Behave."

"That would be m'brother," Bill muttered as he worked his way across her sternum to her other breast.

Charlie caught Tonks by the wrist before she could hit him again."Now, now, temper, temper, love. I can't help it if you've got such a luscious arse, now can I?"

"Cheeky."

"Of course. Which is why you adore me, innit?" Charlie said, waggling his eyebrows at her.

Bill bit back a retort, determined not to get into another argument with his brother for Tonks's sake. Instead, he tugged at her nipple with his teeth, coaxing another moan from her. He withdrew from her breast and raised his head, catching her up in another kiss in the hopes of distracting her from Charlie.

The gambit seemed to work as Tonks bestowed heated kisses upon him, sucking at his tongue and lower lip greedily.

Charlie responded by playing with her breasts, tweaking her nipples with thumb and forefinger as he shamelessly ground against her back. Bill used the opportunity to let his hands roam over her lush body, touching her wherever he could reach. He slipped one between their bodies until he reached the juncture of her thighs; she was wet, the heat radiating off her slick skin. She whimpered as he came in contact with her clit, undulating against him.

"Like that, do you?" he asked, his voice rough with need.

"Mmm. Yeah." There was a momentary pause, and then she leaned forward, her mouth against his ear. "Did you mean what you said before? About binding my wrists and all that?" she whispered.

Bill closed his eyes and bit at his lower lip at the thought. "I would love to, sweetheart."

He could feel her shiver at his answer. "P-please?" she urged.

Before Bill could say another word, Charlie had already scooped up one of Tonks's stockings from the floor, and held it out to him.

"I think this will do."

Bill kissed Tonks lightly on the brow. "You sure?"

Silently, she nodded. Bill could see she was blushing. "If you change your mind, you can just say, all right? I'd never hurt you and neither would Charlie."

That caused her to giggle nervously. "I know that."

"Right then. On your knees, love," Bill ordered, pulling her up. "Arms behind your back."

Tonks did as she was told.

"I think I'll let Charlie take care of this. He's ace at tying knots." He grinned at his brother, trying not to laugh at Charlie's stunned expression. "Go on, then."

Charlie gave Bill a thumbs up, then set about securing Tonks's wrists at the small of her back. "There we go," he said finally, giving the knotted stocking one last tug. "She won't be going anywhere now."

Bill's cock throbbed painfully as he took in the sight of her kneeling in front of him like that. "Nice one, little brother." He settled back on his haunches before grabbing her by the waist and hoisting her onto his lap, her legs draped on either side of his own. "That's m'girl."

Charlie gripped her hips, holding her steady. Tonks tilted her head back, leaning it against his shoulder, allowing him to bend down and kiss her. He buried his fingers in her hair, his breathing suddenly turning ragged as Tonks found a way to touch him with her bound hands. There was a certain thrill in watching the pair of them together, although Bill would have preferred Tonks all to himself for the night if he'd been given the choice.

Bill waited patiently until Charlie unglued his lips from Tonks and she turned her attention back to himself. Raising herself up slightly, she allowed him to pull her forward, positioned over his cock. As Bill guided himself in, Tonks eased herself down, shifting until he was buried deep inside her heat. She was unbelievably wet, and he hissed in approval as she constricted around him, slowly rolling her hips against his.

"Fuck, that feels good." Bill tightened his grip on her as he began to pump in shallow thrusts. Charlie moved in closer, trapping Tonks between them, his hands once again closing over her breasts.

"Do you like that?" Charlie growled in her ear. "Do you like it when Bill fucks you?"

"Uh. Huh," Tonks whimpered.

"Good girl," Bill said, kissing her quickly.

"We could do anything to you, you know," Charlie continued, "and you couldn't stop us, could you?"

"N-no," she stammered, moving in time with Bill.

"That's right. You couldn't," Bill broke in, giving her a quick squeeze. "We could stay here forever and use you as our shag toy, Dora. Is that what you want?"

Her only response was a low moan.

"I could fuck you up the arse while Bill was having you like this." Charlie rubbed himself shamelessly against her bottom. "I could take the luscious little bottom of yours and you couldn't do a bloody thing."

Tonks gasped, then mewled in excitement. "P-please...n-no..." she blurted. "You wouldn't dare!"

Charlie chuckled, then clamped his teeth over her earlobe, sucking hard. "Oh, wouldn't I?"

"Bill, don't let him—" For a second, Bill thought her protests were serious, but the way she was squeezing him, it was obvious that the thought aroused her far more than he'd ever imagined.

"And why not?" Bill rasped. "You wanted us to pay attention to you, didn't you?"

"That's right. She wanted both of us," said Charlie, moving back just far enough to open her nightstand drawer. He rummaged around until he found what he was looking for, pulling out a small blue, glass bottle. "I think she ought to have both of us."

"But—" Tonks started, but she gave Bill an almost imperceptible nod. He grinned, then kissed her in reassurance — on her forehead, her nose, her lips, her chin.

Bill was vaguely aware of Charlie unscrewing the bottle, and shaking out a few drops of the clear, slick liquid inside onto his palm, then liberally coating his fingers. Confident his brother knew what he was doing, Bill turned his attention back to the girl in his lap, kissing her, touching her, caressing her until he felt her tense, quivering and moaning loudly. Charlie must have worked his finger inside, twisting and probing gently.

"Just relax, sweetheart," Bill urged. He clamped his mouth over hers, kissing her until they were both completely breathless, and he could feel her grow slack against him. "That's it."

His brother was stroking her belly with his free hand, murmuring soft words of encouragement in her ear. Finally, he withdrew his fingers, grasping his cock to give it a few quick strokes. "Ready?"

Bill nodded, forcing himself to stop moving, no matter how much his own body protested. Tonks leaned into him, tilting her hips and arse back as she buried her face in the crook of Bill's neck. Charlie shuffled forward on his knees, settling himself behind her, and then pushed forward. Gasping, Tonks pressed herself tighter against Bill, until Charlie was in as far as he could go.

She let out a keening wail which grew louder as both Weasley brothers held her tight, both moving at a slow, careful pace. Somehow, they managed to get to the same staccato rhythm, thrusting in, then pulling out almost as one, Tonks writhing and moaning in pleasure between them.

Tonks's cries cut straight through Bill, sending jolts of pure ecstasy coursing through his body. He quickened his pace, his hips snapping up to meet hers. Somehow Charlie's hand ended up on Bill's as Charlie grabbed at her hip. Bill entwined his fingers with Charlie's; his brother's were rough, work-calloused and incredibly strong. Charlie flashed Bill a quick grin in response.

Bill began to thrust harder as Tonks's breathing grew more erratic, her body starting to shudder. "That's it, love," he panted. "That's it."

"Feels. So. Good." She planted a sloppy kiss on Bill's mouth, then lolled her head back for Charlie to do the same for her.

"Come, sweetheart," Charlie urged. "Make it good'n loud for us." He was moving faster now too, his hand clutching at Bill's, his breath coming out in ragged gasps and grunts.

Tonks cried out again, just managing a nod of her head as she bounced against Bill's thighs. "Gonna...gonna...oh, Bill!" She bore down on Bill one last time, her entire body quaking, and spasming as she climaxed. Bill thought she looked more beautiful than ever, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed tight, and positively glowing as wave after blissful wave washed over her.

It didn't take Charlie very long to join her, coming in a loud roar, his wracking shudders so intense that he slammed Tonks hard into his brother. Bill caught her, enveloping her in his arms, her breasts hard and firm against his chest. His body was aching for release, every nerve on fire, threatening to explode.

He could feel her bound hands squeezing his own, the hard expanse of Charlie's stomach flat against them. The sensation of their combined touch was the catalyst Bill needed to let go. "Oh, Merlin!" he gasped, his words breaking off into a strangled cry.

He saw stars behind his eyes, clutching desperately at Tonks as the orgasm tore through him in a whirlwind of pleasure.

Tonks's mouth was soft as she kissed him into stillness, stroking his damp hair off his face. Somewhere in the back of his mind, it occurred to him that Charlie must have untied her. Bill fought to regain his breath, slowly opening his eyes to gaze up at Tonks.

"Wotcher," she said softly, caressing his jaw with her palm. "That was fantastic." She wriggled off his legs to sit flush on the bed, letting Bill shift positions before his legs went completely numb.

"You all right?" Charlie rested his chin on her shoulder, his arms wrapped underneath her breasts.

"Him or me?" she asked with a giggle.

"You," Charlie replied. "Do you actually think I give a toss about the pillock here?"

Bill rolled his eyes. "I love you too, little brother."

"Well, I love you both, so just be quiet." Tonks blushed as both brothers stared at her in surprise. "What?"

"You say something like that and expect us not to react?"

Bill shook his head, grinning. He glanced over at Charlie who looked more confused than anything. Bill put a finger under her chin, forcing her to look him straight in the eye. "You love me, do you?"

Her blush grew deeper. "I might."

"Well, the feeling might be mutual, you know," he teased.

~*~

The three of them lazed about for a few hours more; cuddling and joking mingled with further bouts of pleasure. Tonks lay curled between Bill and Charlie, her eyes drooping closed as Bill stroked her hair and Charlie told her amusing stories about his dragons.

Looking up at the clock, Bill noted the time. It was growing late. "I hate to do this to you, love," he said regretfully, "but we really ought to bugger off. Mum will have a fit if we don't show up at some point. And Charlie's not even been home yet."

"You're a right pair of Mummy's boys," Tonks muttered sleepily.

"Mum's been a bit mental since the Death Eaters attacked at the World Cup," explained Charlie, sitting up and looking around to locate his clothing. "She worries herself sick over everyone, seeing Death Eaters lurking under the bed. Nearly as bad as Mad-Eye Moody, she is. Bill's right. We really should put in an appearance before dawn or we'll never hear the end of it."

"You gonna be okay?" Bill asked, pressing his lips to her temple.

Tonks yawned, rubbing her eyes, then nodded groggily. "Actually, m'pretty knackered from the both of you."

"Good," Charlie said, chuckling.

"We'll do our best to come round tomorrow if you're free." Bill swung his long legs off the bed, then stood, stretching to his full height and raking back his loose hair with his fingers.

To his surprise, Charlie shook his head and said, "Sod that. You can come round to our place if you'd like. No reason for you to be alone for Christmas, is there?"

"Aw, Charlie." Tonks's face lit up in a grateful smile. "You think your parents would be all right with that?"

"Knowing Mum, she's probably cooked enough for an army or two, especially when she's used to having at least nine mouths to feed at the Christmas table, not counting any other friends or family. This year, there's only five of us, so, what's one more place to set?" Charlie shrugged nonchalantly.

"Besides, it'd be brilliant making her barmy trying to figure out which one of us you might be involved with."

"It takes so little to amuse my brother," Bill commented with a chuckle.

Bill and Charlie gathered their clothing, dressing quickly after a volley of hastily cast cleansing charms to make them look more presentable. Finally, they put on their cloaks, scarves and gloves, Charlie hoisting his duffel bag onto his shoulder.

Bill hugged Tonks tight, then kissed her lightly. "We'll see you tomorrow, love. Get some rest, yeah?"

"You too." She kissed him back, then reached for Charlie, kissing him as well. "And you."

Charlie stretched, then smirked. "I reckon I'll sleep like the dead after the workout you gave me." He ruffled her already unruly hair affectionately. "See you tomorrow, then."

Impulsively, Bill reached for her one last time. He kissed her soundly and then whispered in her ear, "Love you," leaving her stunned and grinning madly as he ushered Charlie out the door.

The cold air hit them as soon as they left the warmth of Tonks's flat, cutting into their bare faces like knives. The snow was swirling in the air; about an inch had fallen already, crunching loudly between their feet as they made their way down the dark London street on their way to the nearly Floo grate.

"So," Charlie asked, glancing back at the now closed door. "What was all that about?"

"All what?"

"All that whispering and giggling, mate. You left her looking like the kneazle that ate the canary," Charlie scoffed. "And don't tell me it was nothing. I'm not that thick."

"Didn't say you were." Bill gave him a diffident shrug. "Nothing to do with you, at any rate."

"Have it your way, then, Bill." Miffed, Charlie turned his back on Bill, hands shoved in his pockets.

Bill could tell his brother was hurt by the exclusion. He weighed his words carefully before speaking. "Charlie, it's not that big a deal. I just—I just told her I loved her. Like she said to us earlier."

Charlie stopped in his tracks, turning around slowly to glower at Bill. 'And that's not important? I thought—I though we were in this together."

"We are! Aw, c'mon, Charlie, don't be like this. It's not as if you—"

"As if what? As if I couldn't feel the same way about her? Because I'm not the brilliant William Weasley?"

"Oi!" It was Bill's turn to glower. "What's that got to do with anything? She told you she loved you and you looked at her as if she'd sprouted horns. It's not my fault if you're incapable of any sort of emotional maturity."

"Who says?" Charlie scoffed. "You have no bloody idea what I think — or feel — about her, Bill. Seems to me she only had eyes for you."

"Which is why she spent all that time with you in Hogsmeade apparently," Bill shot back. "And the way she was gagging for you to shag her. Because she was mooning after me? Please, Charlie..."

"Well, why'd you tell her something daft like that then?"

"Because..." Bill drew in a deep breath, the cold cutting into his lungs. "Because it's true. I care about her a great deal. I missed her like mad when I was away. I'm going to miss her more when I go back to Egypt. And I thought she ought to know."

"So, where does that leave me?" Charlie asked plaintively, suddenly looking much younger than his twenty-two years. "I asked you earlier — do you want her for yourself?"

Slowly, Bill shook his head. "And I told you earlier. No. Dora wants us both and she can have us both as far as I'm concerned. You're my brother, my best mate and you...make her happy. As long as you're not trying to push me out of the way, what we've got is good. More than good...it's brilliant." A smile slowly filled his face. "You saw how she reacted to the pair of us when we were all going at it. She was in heaven."

"I'll say. Best double-team in the Wizarding world, aren't we?" Charlie laughed, then clapped his brother on the back.

"Yeah, we are." Bill agree. "So, I'm not about to break up such a fantastic team, am I? That would be dead stupid."

"Well, neither am I," Charlie replied. "I care about her too, you know."

"Do you?" Bill looked at his brother solemnly in the dim light of the street lamps.

"Yeah, I do. I'm not as shallow as you might think, mate. Just not as quick to throw around words like 'love', I reckon." Charlie gave Bill a quick sidelong glance. "Not with anybody. Even a fantastic bird like Tonks."

"Well, maybe you ought to tell her sometime."

"Well, maybe I will. If you ever let me get a word in edgewise. She'd probably rather hear that than listen to another one of your dead boring stories about some dusty tomb you've been poking about in."

"Prat," Bill muttered.

"Pillock," Charlie shot back, then gave Bill a good-natured shove.

Bill responded by punching his brother in the shoulder, relieved to know that everything was going to be all right between them. "C'mon, Charlie-boy. Let's go home."