Title: Be Creative
Author: florahart
Characters/Pairings: Charlie/Fleur/Bill
Rating: NC17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Male infertility
Other Warnings: See pairing: threesome in which two are siblings.
Word Count: ~2050
Summary/Description: Bill and Fleur have a problem, and of course they want to see if Charlie will help them.
Author's Notes: I always think it's fine if people tell me about typos, because I'll be damned if I ever manage to see them until after posting.

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Be Creative

Charlie managed not to spit his ale--which was crap anyway, so it wouldn't have been a big loss--but it was a close call. He dragged the back of his sleeve over his mouth and grimaced. "Right, well for one thing, you'd owe me a much better drink than this one. No, you can't possibly be serious." He watched Bill for another minute. "You are serious. Or you've taken pranking to a whole new level. I don't even know what to think, mate."

"Nah, even if I had, you'd be able to read me. I wouldn't even try. You play with fire."

"Right, but I mean, to just ask like that--"

"Oh, and how exactly would you have introduced the subject, if it were the other way about?"

"No idea, largely because the question is so academic for me that we might as well give it its own NEWT category."

"Look. Mum would freak the fuck out if she found out I was, you know, more broken by that fucking sociopath than she thought. I never quite mentioned that particular bit of scarring to her. So now she wants babies. And she knows Fleur wants babies, because it's what they've bonded about, what they've talked about while Mum was getting over--you know. I mean, not that she got over it or will, but I can't make that worse."

"Quick question." Charlie took another sip of his beer, which hadn't improved at all in the intervening minute or two. "You said Mum and Fleur want. You?"

Bill blinked. "Oh. Yeah, that's relevant so maybe I ought to say. It's only that my approach, shy of what they want, would be to see about some of the kids still not placed--I don't care what anyone says; having parents who were Death Eaters or sympathizers does not inherently taint a two-year-old, hopelessly or even temporarily. I think I would know, what with curses and the like being rather my area." He drained his beer and set down the mug. "So yeah, as far as the wanting, I do, but if we go that route, then the question gets asked, and it's none of Mum's business, obviously, but I notice you left Britain rather than deal with her questions."

"Oi, not only for that." Charlie wobbled a hand in front of him. "Only mostly. I do see your point, though. I suppose once you have a sprog or two of your own, you can take in a kid that still needs it without freaking anyone out." He shrugged. "Well, unless there's some sort of miracle of male anatomy and it's a surprise to boot, it's not like I'll be having kids any other way, I reckon. What'd you have in mind?"

Bill pursed his lips. "This is the part you might have a problem with."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I expect you've done your share of fertilization of various creatures?"

"Easy enough. And I promise getting come out of me is less of a challenge than getting it out of a dragon that would really rather be doing it the old-fashioned way." Charlie winked and tipped up his mug to finish his own beer.

"Except that actually it does have to be the old-fashioned way. You'd have to fuck her."

This time, Charlie didn't manage to restrain the urge to spit, spewing bad beer across the table and coughing vigorously.

Bill stood to thump Charlie's back, and while he was up, waved away the mess. "All right, there?"

"You just asked me to fuck your wife." Charlie coughed again. "Would you be?"

"At least I can still occasionally take you by surprise?" Bill sat back down.

"You might say. Why in the name of Merlin's saggy left nut would there be any need for me to... oh." Charlie shook his head. "Let me guess. Veela thing."

"Got it in one. Have you ever thought about a career working with magical creatures?"

"Fuck you. But all right, that's kind of fascinating. What would the biological reason for that be?"

"Some bizarre aspect of the whole seduction magic. It's sort of an...unintended side effect, I guess?. Though it does also mean she can be pretty sure it will work the first try."

Charlie pinched the bridge of his nose with his left hand. "Bill, you know I'll do it, course. No reason not to, except, I don't know if you noticed, but another of the leftover signs of Greyback is, you get a little possessive. Are you sure you won't eviscerate me for trying? Or her, for that matter?"

Bill shook his head. "I wouldn't be asking if I weren't essentially at peace with the concept, Charlie. We talked. She's... it's not her favorite idea in the world, but she was the one to suggest it as the obvious solution. It's not like she can just go pull some random bloke some evening; I'm nearly sure people would notice if she produced a mini-Harry or something."

"Also, Gin would skin you slowly and with prejudice."

"Also, that. But I mean, kid that looks like one of my brothers, that's just genetic randomness, like how Ron kind of looks more like the uncles than Dad."

"And since we can safely assume Mum did not bang her own brothers..."

"Ew." Bill snorted. "You'll be such a great example to the impending niece or nephew."

Charlie grinned. "Only way I know how to be. Right, so if you're sure, and she's sure, I suppose we should talk details. Where, when, that sort of thing."

"Right. How do you feel about now?"

"Now?"

"She says the time is right, and that way you don't have time to freak yourself out."

"You are completely mental. Why would you just show up and assume now would be all right? What if I had a hot date with Stavros?"

"Do you? Or, uh. You and he aren't in more of a relationship than I know, are you? Because I get that it's sudden, but I thought once we'd worked up to asking we should just ask, and just because it was already time was no reason not to."

"No, I don't, and I agree it makes sense--and one of the things we like about each other is the absence of any big exclusivity clause, but if I had one I probably might have mentioned it before now, yeah? But you're still mental. Did you bring a Portkey, then?"

"No, just Fleur. She's upstairs."

Charlie rolled his eyes. "That explains why we met at this desperately awful inn, anyway. So, details: what are you going to be doing?"

"Hadn't given it much thought. Why?"

"If I have to fuck your wife, I want to know where you are while I'm doing it, you pillock. Also, maybe you want to be there. Or want not to be. So?"

Bill hesitated. "Does it matter for you?"

"Not unless you plan to keep your wand handy to help me keep it up if your somewhat horrifyingly soft and curvy wife leaves me somewhat cold."

"Like my wand would work."

"Depends which one."

"Pervert."

Charlie stood and offered a half-bow. "I live to serve. No, really, it's not like I've never found a girl appealing, though she's maybe not my type. But I imagine I can make do. Come on, then." He held out a hand to drag Bill back out of his chair, then glanced around for the stairs.

Bill led the way to the third level and unlocked a door. "Fleur?"

"Oui?" She was on the bed leaning back against a mound of pillows, and set aside a scroll on the nightstand and sat up as they came in. "It is a yes, then?"

Charlie crossed his arms over his chest. "It's not that I'm not maybe a little of two minds, but brothers do shit for each other, right? But I do have at least a couple of conditions, and I thought probably I should just tell you both."

She nodded for him to go on.

"First, no one, and I mean your sister, my sister, your spiritual adviser, knows."

"Of course." Her lips pressed into an amused pucker. "I was not thinking, per'aps we should advertise your services."

"And that means I'm Uncle Charlie. Period. And you'll want to bear in mind I haven't fucked a girl in fifteen years and am generally not inclined toward anything soft or reminiscent of hearts, flowers, or lace."

"This is fair." Fleur swiveled to put her feet on the floor and stood. "What else?"

"If this works like you want and you want to do it again, you give me more than fifteen minutes' notice."

She chuckled and stepped toward him. "Charlie, your conditions are simply the common sense. Of course we will not, on a second occasion, come to--what is the word? To hide and wait for one's opponent, and then surprise?"

"Ambush."

"We will not ambush again, as we will now have seen, you will assist."

"Right. Good. Assist." Charlie glanced back at Bill, who seemed content to let Fleur handle things from here, and shook his head. "How do you want me?"

Fleur ran a hand down his chest and hooked her fingers into his belt, bringing up the other hand to deftly unbuckle it and pull his jeans open. "Perhaps I should assist?" She reached inside his pants and squeezed his cock, tugging lightly.

Charlie tilted his head. "No offense, Fleur, but my general preference is a bit faster and rougher than you're likely to--oh shit." Her fingers had gripped startlingly tighter, and in a movement way too smooth to be real, she was on her knees yanking down his pants hard and taking his cock into her mouth, scraping with her teeth and sucking like a woman starving.

He gasped and let his eyes drop closed as his cock filled; she was in no way tentative or gentle, and that helped. After a moment, she pulled away with a slurp, and said, "I 'ave heard, a mouth is a mouth."

"Maybe," Charlie agreed. "Sort of."

She went back to sucking, one hand squeezing the base of him as the other pushed his jeans down further.

And that was when he felt teeth on his shoulder, followed by the scrape of stubble on his neck and a clothed and half-hard cock--Bill's, certainly, and Charlie had nearly forgotten he was there--against his lower back.

He thought it was probably remarkably wrong that he groaned and pressed back, but neither of them seemed upset; Bill licked a hot stripe up the tendon from his shoulder to his skull, and Fleur dragged her teeth toward the tip of his cock.

"Right," he muttered. "Maybe ten minutes' warning will be adequate... Christ, Bill."

Bill pushed him toward the bed. "What? Watching her... I didn't quite intend to take this this way, but you don't seem to mind. And it's hot."

Charlie helped Fleur up and glanced down at his very-interested cock. "Point." He watched her move past him, dropping her flimsy robe as she went, then looked over his shoulder at Bill and shrugged.

Bill smiled, baring his teeth, and reached around to cup Charlie's balls and squeeze with his rough hand. "Now go fuck my wife."

Charlie bent to remove his boots and kick his jeans the rest of the way off, shuddering when Bill reached between his legs to squeeze again, the stood and pulled his shirt over his head. "You gonna help?" he asked as he stepped toward the bed.

"By doing what?"

Charlie put a knee between Fleur's thighs and grinned at her. "Tell your husband to be creative."

She grinned back and pulled him down onto and into her. "But of course. Creating is our purpose, non?"

Bill's hand stroked slowly down over Charlie's arse, then lifted away, and a moment later Charlie heard a murmur and held on tight as Bill flipped them. When he crawled onto the bed between their legs, looming over Fleur, his cock fell heavy and damp against Charlie's balls, and Charlie found himself holding his breath as Fleur rocked over him, waiting to see what was going to happen next.

Not that it mattered a lot. Bill's eyes were wild, and both of them, moving together, was jerk-off material for the next year. Charlie grasped Fleur's hips and drove up into her hard, grinning at Bill over her shoulder.