Special Occasion (Bill/Fred, NC-17)
Title: Special Occasion
Pairing: Bill/Fred
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1055
Warnings: See pairing. Also, Fred has recently turned fifteen here, and Bill is twenty.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary: Bill and Fred spend a night in a tent under the stars in Egypt.
Notes: Written for violet_quill's Slash Superchallenge. My choices were Bill/Fred, Oliver/Voldemort, and Regulus/Blaise. Well, we all know how well I get along with the Slytherin crowd, so, Weasleycest it is!

Fred hadn't exactly expected his first time to happen in exotic foreign lands.

Then again, he hadn't expected it to be with a bloke, either.

Especially not his eldest brother.

But that was what was happening, in a tent under the stars, after their mum had separated Fred and George after they had tried to shut Percy in a pyramid. Fred went to spend the day with Bill, and George stayed with the rest of the family.

And when Bill had to go to a job site, he took Fred along, and it was far enough away that Bill said they'd have to spend the night. And it was a stupid Muggle tent, because too much magic might disturb whatever lay beneath the ground there at the site, and they were squashed together as it was.

And somehow that all added up to Bill sinking his cock deep into Fred's arsehole.

It had been the Stella. Of that, Fred was fairly sure. He wasn't used to alcohol, except a little wine at dinner sometimes on a special occasion, but Bill had just winked and pulled the cans out of his knapsack and told him not to say anything to Mum.

It was a special occasion, after all.

Even before the cock-in-arse thing.

He hardly ever got to see Bill anymore, and though he had at first been indignant when his mum had split him and George up for the day, his heart leapt with excitement when he'd been told to go with Bill. Hanging out with Bill automatically made anyone cooler. Maybe even Percy.

Nah, probably not Percy.

And so when Bill, who was cool, had started talking about how bloody lonely he got in dusty old Egypt sometimes, Fred, who wasn't quite as cool, shrugged and nodded and pretended he understood and opened another couple of beers for them like this was something he did every day.

And when it came out that Bill sometimes liked to have it off with a bloke, Fred, who wasn't quite as adventurous in that department, shrugged and nodded and pretended he understood, like this was something he heard every day.

The truth was that the idea thrilled him, while at the same time making him a little sick to his stomach. Oh, he knew there were men who preferred the company of other men, and the same with women who liked other women, but as far as Fred knew, he'd never known anyone who was that way.

And he'd certainly never known it was an option to like both.

Bill asked if Fred had ever fooled around with anyone, and Fred had, and he exaggerated how much he had, but he thought that might be all right because brothers told stories when they were in a tent under the stars in Egypt, didn't they?

Of course, Fred only mentioned girls, because there had only ever been girls, though he'd caught glimpses of what Oliver Wood had to offer when they were in the Quidditch showers together, and, all right, he confessed to Bill that he'd wondered.

And that was when Bill kissed him.

And for as strange as that should have been, Fred found he didn't mind it as much as he could've, there in the desert in a tent under the stars, Bill's beer-infused breath mingling with his own, Bill's long fingers encircling his wrist.

When Bill pulled away and asked if everything was all right, Fred replied by kissing him back, knocking Bill over so that he fell against the tent wall. They fumbled and pushed and pressed and there were hands everywhere and Fred had never been so hard in his life, not even the time he got to touch Angelina's tits, not even when he'd found Bill's stash of porn magazines in the attic.

And that brought him back to Bill—Bill, who was his brother, and who was cupping Fred's arse and kissing him like Fred was some sort of girl, and, fuck, Fred couldn't stop himself from kissing Bill back, and then Bill's hands were pulling down his trousers and pushing up his tunic and fuck it must be easy to have sex in Egypt, with the simple robes they wore.

Bill turned Fred onto his stomach, then, and Fred had a fuzzy idea of what was going to happen, but it was only in the back of his brain and he couldn't quite grasp it, and then Bill's wand was at his entrance and his hole was slick and warm and Fred swore and arched up.

Fuck their relationship. This was bliss.

It hurt, a bit, but not like Fred had expected it to hurt, since everything was all still so fuzzy, and then Bill embraced him from behind, his bare skin stuck to Fred's with their comingling sweat, and there in the Egyptian night, Fred pushed against his brother and jerked his own cock and cried out, spilling his seed seconds before Bill filled his arse with his release.

They collapsed.

It took a moment for reality to come drifting back in, then Fred's eyes went wide and he moved under his brother and Bill said fuck and peeled himself from Fred, slipping out, and they scrambled as far away from each other as the little Muggle tent would allow.

Fred didn't sleep much that night.


***

A week after they got back home, Fred received a letter.

Fred,

You probably didn't expect such a personal letter after the, shall I say, personal experience we shared that night in the tent. I honestly didn't expect I'd be able to look you in the face for a while, but we've finally entered the tomb at that site, and there was something in there I think you might want to know about.

There were heiroglyphs on the walls of the tomb that—well, we haven't got them entirely translated yet, but the basic idea is that the tomb was cursed. Anyone who tried to breach it would find himself so overcome with passion that he would forget his goal. Let me tell you, it took a fair few tries to get in there. One of my team is pregnant—not by me, don't worry.

Anyway, my point is, none of this was our fault.

Let's never speak of this again.

Bill.