Title: Party of Three Authors:lee_west and ceria Characters: Fleur Weasley, Bill Weasley/Remus Lupin Rating: NC17 Kinks chosen: Candauilism Word Count: 4,200 Summary: Bill invites Remus over for dinner, but Fleur has other plans. Authors' notes: Thank you, stellastars, for the beta.
Bill glanced around to make sure he didn't miss anything important and assumed not, since Shacklebolt played with the Muggle tie he wore, twisting it in his hands. Molly was silent during the meeting led by McGonagall - no one had seen Ron, Hermione or Harry for months, not since the wedding, and none of the Order had any idea where to look for them. Bill could see the stress on his father's face in the form of frown lines.
Mostly, from the last war, he recalled his parent's fear. Bill never expected a second war. He'd heard about the first and he even remembered some of the funerals. An Order meeting, however, was not the time to let his mind wander. Now, as he sat in his Mum's kitchen, he realized their fear had become his own in some ways. Scared for his wife's safety obviously, he also feared for his friends, the other Order members who didn't seem to have anyone left. Like Remus. Though they hadn't attended Hogwarts together, Bill and Remus had a solid friendship - Fenrir had seen to that.
Bill stopped Remus following the meeting, "Don't forget about dinner tonight at our home. You can Apparate or take the Floo, whichever you want." That was another sign his mother was stressed: she rarely offered to cook for the gatherings any longer.
Remus was glad to have found a good friend in Bill, although it killed him to see the once-handsome face so disfigured. Remus had only a small scar on his shoulder, but one that caused much more inconvenience and pain than Bill's visible ones. At least Bill would not go through the trauma and ostracism of being a full werewolf.
He nodded, accepting the dinner invitation. He enjoyed spending time with Bill and Fleur. She liked to have him over for dinner and her food was delicious, cooked in French fashion. She was a strong-willed woman, but it was obvious that she truly loved Bill.
Too bad Remus did, too.
***
Sometimes Bill felt awkward inviting Remus over so often, and he worried that one day Remus would begin to think that Bill only pitied him. Even though that was part of the mixture of feelings he had, it wasn't the largest part. Bill enjoyed Remus's company, his refusal to give up, and he truly appreciated Remus's willingness to explore what had happened to him. They saw each other often, but Bill had realized that the more time he was around Remus, the more he wanted to be with him.
Lately though, every time he would mention inviting Remus over for dinner, Fleur would give him a strange smile. He'd tried to ask her about it, but she would shake her head and tell him nothing was wrong, or distract him with kisses. Smiling to himself, Bill realized there was nothing in the world like kisses from his French flower.
Humming softly, he waited in front of their small yard for Remus to appear before entering the gate. They had set up the safety precautions, unfortunately, to only allow their family access without one of them. Leaning against the gate, he watched the sun set on the horizon. It was a shame that daylight, like peace, seemed so short this year. He feared it would all be over before he had a chance to experience any longevity in his marriage.
***
In his small flat, Remus scrunched up another note from Tonks sent via owl to him before dinner. This time she was inviting him to her parents' house. He liked Ted and Andromeda a lot – heck, he liked Tonks a lot, but he certainly did not want to resume their brief fling.
It had all been his fault, he knew. He should have been stronger and told her much sooner during their short summer together that he preferred his own gender, that he was bisexual, but identifying much more with men. In reality, he was really gay. Instead, he felt as though he led Tonks on with the possibility of a relationship between them. He'd had sex with only one woman before her, hadn't enjoyed it as much as sex with men and it had been foolish of him to imagine that sex with Tonks would be much better.
He'd broken up with her right after Dumbledore's funeral. The fatal blow to the relationship was the sight of Bill, recently recuperated from the attack and looking more attractive than ever, notwithstanding Fleur attached to his arm.
But Tonks persisted, and lately he'd been warding off all her invitations for dinner, Weird Sisters concerts and the like. It was not fair for him to keep feeding her fantasies.
He picked up a quill and penned a nice note, telling her that he already had plans for dinner. At least it was true this time.
He sent the owl back, took a long shower and dressed quickly. He didn't want to be late. A moment later he was standing on the other side of the gate, facing Bill.
"You look flustered, Remus, what's wrong?"
"I was afraid I'd be late. Sorry, I was taking care of a few things at home and I hope I didn't make you both wait." Of course that wasn't the reason: seeing Bill always made him a little nervous. He only hoped that Bill would never suspect what Remus felt for him.
"No problem, mate. You know Fleur, she'll have kept dinner warm for us. I'm just returning home myself. She sent me to fetch something she forgot." Bill ushered him inside for dinner and a visit
Glad that Bill seemed to accept his little white lie, Remus stepped inside and was greeted by Fleur, who embraced him warmly and told the two men to sit down while she prepared the last touches of dinner. Remus accepted a drink from Bill and settled on the sofa, trying to look as casual as he could.
Remus had held his breath as Bill made a motion to sit next to him, and, just as he was thinking what he would have to do not to jump the man, Bill sat in a chair in front of him. That was just marginally more comfortable, as now he had to face Bill.
He did a little mental mantra, thinking hard that Bill was married and straight and would probably hex him into oblivion if he even suspected how Remus felt about him.
The few minutes of silence were eating at him, so he decided to start some small talk. "It smells great," he said with what he hoped was a friendly smile.
Chuckling, Bill said, "You act like you've never been here for dinner, Remus, of course it smells wonderful." It was amazing how Remus cheered him and Fleur with his visits.
He wished he could hang onto the laughter longer. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to not think about his brother or the Order for long. "I wish we would hear something, I'm worried about Ron. I don't know how you manage to remain so calm about Harry all the time!"
Harry. A safe subject. Snapping out of his reverie, Remus answered. "I do worry about him. I worry about all of them. It's sad that there's so much on his shoulder. I feel quite inadequate because I can't help him."
Bill could see Fleur standing in the doorframe, watching them. "As do I – it's a sad commentary when we leave the wars of adults to be fought by children, especially when the children are the ones prophesized to win." He stood up, holding out an arm to pull Remus from the sofa. "But come, we shall have dinner and drown our worries with wondrous wine."
Remus hesitated for a split second before extending his hand to Bill and let himself be pulled up. He let go of Bill's hand immediately, grinning at Fleur. "And feast on your wife's excellent cooking." He really liked Fleur, who had always been very kind to him. The only flaw he could see in her was the fact she'd snagged Bill. But Remus was very practical and didn't begrudge the fact: if it hadn't been Fleur, it would be another female.
Bill had noticed that Fleur always set him by Remus at their small table, and he never understood why. Maybe she considered her Veela heritage, or maybe she feared making Bill jealous if she sat by Remus. Either way, he didn't question it, and took each dish that she had passed to Remus, grasping them with both hands, never noticing that he often touched Remus to do it.
Carefully setting the dishes in front of the empty chair made Bill wonder why Remus never seemed to date. Of course, they had never told him to bring someone with him, either.
For Remus, sitting next to Bill had its advantages: there was the brief touching that lingered in Remus's mind after he'd returned to his lonely quarters. Many nights Remus had lulled himself to sleep by fantasizing about him and Bill, amazingly not in a sexual situation, but in a sort of different intimacy -- two men living together.
The nights when Bill occupied his mind and body were frantic ones that would leave him oddly unsatisfied: after masturbating he'd face the bitter reality that he was pining for someone he'd never have.
But the nights when Bill was his living companion were the ones he'd sleep more soundly. There was no sex involved in those nights, just a sense of completion that made him happy.
Some of those nights Fleur would be there, too, and Remus wondered why his mind played games like that with him.
"You look handsome tonight, Remus," Fleur said in between bites. "You showered and changed after our meeting. Do you have a date later?"
Bill looked closer at Remus, noticing the nicer clothes and smiled. He had changed from earlier that day.
"Don't you agree, Bill?" she asked.
"Agree to which part?"
"That he looks handsome."
Eyeing his wife oddly, Bill had to nod. She knew he didn't like to lie about things. "Yeah, he does."
The thought made Bill consider the possibility of Remus having a date – with him. Which wouldn't be awkward if it wasn't for his wife. Of course, she knew Bill well enough that it was possible she considered the same thing. He tried to clear his mind of such images, but they were persistent.
Remus blushed and smiled awkwardly. He had indeed taken care in dressing well for dinner. He'd done that for Bill, hoping Bill would be pleased but, at the same time, wishing that it wouldn't be too apparent. Bill's answer made him blush even more and he lowered his head to hide his embarrassment.
This was getting out of control. Remus Lupin, in his late thirties, blushing like a damsel. Maybe he should not accept any further invitations from the Weasleys.
Yet, he knew he'd never be able to refuse.
Bill glanced at his wife and didn't understand her smug smile. It seemed as though she was encouraging Bill to flirt with Remus. Which made no sense -- who in their right mind would flirt with another man while his wife sat there?
Shaking his head, he amended that. What husband would flirt with anyone else with a beautiful wife like Fleur?
He passed the seasoning to Remus and for the first time, blushed when their fingers touched.
He blamed Fleur for that.
Feeling a strange jolt when their fingers touched, Remus thought that, maybe he should refuse further invitations. It was one thing to shake Bill's hand as hello and goodbye, but these accidental touches were something else. It was not something that should unsettle Remus so much.
It was dangerous ground, he knew. Forcing a grin, he complimented Fleur again on her excellent cooking and decided to focus the conversation on her. Bill might get a little jealous with Remus's attention to his wife, but it was a much better option than having Bill find out that Fleur should be the one feeling jealous.
Fleur rarely preened under attention from another man, yet Bill couldn't quite understand her thinking as she consistently drew Remus's attention to her. She would laugh at his jokes, bat her eyes, smile that little smile he rarely saw – the one that said how adorably cute.
For a moment, Bill thought she flirted with Remus, but each time the situation confused him, she would turn and include Bill, as if the three of them shared some secret.
Slightly uncomfortable, Bill decided he would ask her about it later that evening.
It seemed that everyone had finished dinner, so Fleur stood up, wine bottle in hand. "Would you like more wine, Remus?" Fleur asked, and, not waiting for his answer, filled his and Bill's glass once more. "Why don't you both go sit in the living-room? I'll clean up here a little and will join you later with dessert." She grinned a little mischievously. "I made a wonderful chocolate mousse, the kind that makes you lick your fingers. I'm sure you both will enjoy it."
With those enigmatic words, she shook her hair and, with a wave of her wand, cleared the table.
Remus bit his lips at the thought of licking chocolate mousse off Bill's well-toned body and rose quickly, sipping the wine to distract himself. He was feeling a little tipsy, although he hadn't drunk much more than he usually did.
Bill frowned. Something was definitely going on. He knew that wine, and Fleur rarely served it to him, much less to company. Things were beginning to add up in his head quickly now even though Bill couldn't understand why she did it. She knew, of course, that Bill had been interested in his own gender when he was younger, but he was married now, and didn't marriage make such thoughts off limits to him?
Except that Fleur had never had such a narrow or traditional view of marriage – was this her way of encouraging Bill? With Remus? He had to admit, the thought of it, with Fleur's blessing, was exciting him.
He sat on the sofa next to Remus and waited for her to bring the dessert to them.
In the kitchen, Fleur reached for a vial she kept hidden inside the cupboard and, grinning, dropped a few drops of the Veela aphrodisiac on top of two bowls of mousse. The Veela-made wine she'd served that night seemed to be a little too weak to break through the two men's reserves. It was such an English thing, that prudishness! She knew they were incredibly attracted to each other and she wanted to see them having sex. The sheer idea of it had made her terribly excited for quite a while now, but she knew that, unless she acted directly, the two men would be dancing around the issue forever.
Bill had mentioned to her he liked men, too. As for Remus, he had "gay" written all over his face. She snorted. Tonks was really the most clueless person she'd ever seen, insisting on loving a man who'd probably not known what to do with her in bed.
Biting back a laugh, she levitated the bowls to the living-room and sighed when she saw the two men sitting side by side on the sofa, Bill staring straight ahead and Remus intently studying his goblet of wine.
The extra-strength aphrodisiac in the mousse should take care of the issue. She gave each man a large bowl.
Not that Fleur often ate desserts, but Bill loved when she made them. She always seemed to get most of her enjoyment watching him eat. Even now, she was sitting in the chair across from them, her elbows on her knee, her chin resting in her hand, watching them.
He took the first bite and made an appreciative noise, smiling at her. "This is wonderful, darling!"
He turned to Remus and watched him eat some of it, "Don't you agree?"
Remus surprised himself: usually a very reserved person, he was licking the spoon sensuously, his eyes closed, his mind playing strange games with him, making him think that it was Bill's cock covered with mousse instead of a spoon.
The sound of Bill's voice brought him back to reality and he dropped the spoon on his lap, scattering bits of mousse all over himself. Embarrassed, he sputtered an apology, but Fleur stopped him.
"Don't worry, Remus. It happens if you eat mousse with a spoon. The right way is to eat it with your fingers. Like this," she said, standing up quickly, dipping Bill's finger into his bowl and offering it to Remus. "Go ahead, lick it," she said with a glint in her eyes.
Not even Bill expected his wife to be so forward. Thankfully, he had begun to understand her desire before this, or she would have two flummoxed men staring at her, instead of just Remus.
"I think you better do as she requests, Remus," Bill said softly, smiling to encourage him, "She's determined to have her way tonight."
To make it perfectly clear, Bill shook his hand free from his wife and slowly spread some of the mousse across Remus's top lip.
Now, this was the strangest situation Remus had ever been in. He'd done a few threesomes in his life, but never with a husband and wife. The logical part of his brain told him to bolt out of the Weasleys' as quickly as possible and never return.
But his cock twitched when Bill's finger touched his lips and the less rational part of his brain took over. He sucked Bill's finger inside his mouth, closing his eyes and, therefore, missing the approving nod from Fleur.
She took Remus's hand in hers, dipped his finger into the bowl and offered it to Bill. Chuckling at his bold wife, Bill said, "Go, sit, enjoy the show, darling. I think we can take it from here." He should have known better than to assume she wouldn't have her way. In the end, things were usually how Fleur wanted them, and she obviously wanted to watch tonight.
He caught Remus's arm and held it still. Sticking out his tongue, he licked them one at a time, from the base to the tip, his tongue wrapped around the thin fingers as he removed all the mousse.
Remus sucked harder on Bill's finger, pulling it deep inside his mouth. Bill groaned, partially for Fleur's benefit, partially because he was unable to do anything else.
So it definitely seemed that both Bill and Fleur were comfortable with this. Remus pulled his hand from Bill's attack and dipped his finger back into the mousse. Now he coated Bill's lips with it, let go of Bill's finger and kissed him hungrily, pulling Bill closer to him.
Their clothes were starting to get sticky with chocolate, he noticed.
Bill undid the buttons on the front of Remus's shirt, accidentally spilling mousse across his chest, staining his carefully-kept clothes. Ending the kiss, Bill leaned over to push Remus's shirt back, the top of his hanging off his shoulders while Bill clung to his arms, effectively trapping Remus. With long, slow licks, he cleaned the mousse from his chest, grinning as the skin pebbled beneath him, proud that he elicited such noises from quiet Remus.
Very belatedly, it dawned on Remus that Bill was no novice in such matters – and obviously Fleur was aware of that, too. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her hand moving systematically down her chest, as if undoing buttons. Throwing then all reserve to the wind, he frantically pawed at Bill's shirt and, losing control, yanked it, hearing the sound of cloth tearing.
He blindly groped for the mousse, awkwardly spreading more over his own nipples, in an open invitation for Bill to suck them. His other hand was tracing a path over Bill's naked back, going down as far as he could, finding a waistband and moving his fingers underneath it.
Such an invitation didn't need repeated, Bill decided. He drew the pink nub between his teeth, sliding back and forth to arouse Remus further. He could hear his wife laughing across the room, but Bill ignored her, concentrating on Remus and what she wanted to see. What he wanted to do.
The mousse was almost gone. Bill took the last of it and made a trail from nipple to navel, slowly following it with his tongue. The sweat and salt of skin mixed with the sugary taste of chocolate as he moved lower, licking Remus clean. Teeth, nibbling on his skin and leaving tiny red marks along his pale stomach, followed each lick. He glanced at his wife again, who had removed her shirt earlier, and was now slowly pulling her skirt up higher. He could see her pale, naked thighs as he kissed Remus.
Her eyes fixed on the two men, Fleur started fondling her breast with her left hand, rubbing the nipple, while her right hand moved between her legs, touching herself and moaning loudly.
Remus heard her, briefly turned his face towards her and, seeing what she was doing, decided to have his way first with Bill. Even though he wasn't attracted to women, he knew that Fleur was way too beautiful and attractive and he'd be damned if Bill decided to fuck his wife instead.
Tugging at Bill's waistband, he whispered, "Take them off and fuck me. Now!"
Proud of his wife for thinking of a way to encourage them to move quicker, Bill nodded in agreement to Remus's words. Those were not words he'd expected to hear from Remus and he groaned when he did. He had adored forceful men when he had been still free to date. Divesting his clothes quickly into a pile on the floor, Bill cast Accio and caught the lube as it came flying from the drawer in their room.
Remus's shirt was undone but still wrapped around his biceps. Leaving it that way, Bill moved long enough to undo his trousers and pull those and his pants off, adding them to the pile on the floor.
"Your desire shall be fulfilled," Bill mumbled, inserting one slick finger deep inside Remus, just to watch his squirm.
Remus drew his thighs against his chest, holding them in place with his hands firmly on the back, almost where his legs met his buttocks, and lifted his lower legs up in the air, nestling them against Bill's shoulders.
It was always a wonderful feeling to be fucked, but now, knowing that there was an eager audience made it even better. Not able to stand it any more, he demanded loudly, "No fingers, use your cock!"
"Gladly," Bill answered without a glance at his wife even though he could hear her appreciative noises. With an economy of movement, he quickly slicked his cock and pushed inside Remus's body. It had been too long since he slid inside a man. The contracting muscles, the heat and the tightness made Bill gasp with pleasure.
His pleasure became Fleur's satisfaction as she watched with obvious enjoyment, all the while touching herself. Bill heard her wail, knowing she was close to finishing any moment.
Goaded by the sight and Remus's moans of pleasure, as loud as her own, Fleur moved her fingers faster, inserting two while her thumb fluttered across her vagina. Moaning again, her fingers moving in time with Bill's thrusts, she brought herself to climax.
Remus heard Fleur's cry: he was about to come, and, with one more thrust from Bill and he let himself go.
Muscles contracting around him, Bill pushed hard and fast, using the tightness as Remus came beneath him to finish himself. Hovering over Remus with his eyes closed, Bill panted a moment, catching his breath. As soon as he could, he opened them, grinning at Remus. Swooping in, he kissed him briefly and hard on the lips, then carefully pulled out. Settling on the sofa between Remus's legs, Bill looked at his satisfied wife.
Now that he'd come, Remus felt completely embarrassed. He kept his eyes closed, thinking that it had been an awesome fuck, one that he'd been dreaming about, but never thought he'd get. He knew he wouldn't be able to look either Bill or Fleur in the face again, but at least he'd have a good memory to keep him busy on lonely nights.
He was gathering courage to stand up and disappear from their house forever, when Fleur said, with a most pleasant voice, "Well, Remus, I'd say you're the perfect dinner guest. Bill and I enjoyed your company very much and we hope you understand that now you're part of the family."
He opened his eyes, startled at those words and saw her stretching and yawning. "All right, both of you. I'm tired. Let's go to bed," she said.
Remus sat up on the sofa, watching Bill and waiting for his reaction.
His confusion clear on his face, Bill felt sorry for Remus. Almost. "Never argue with a smart woman, I'd say," Bill told him, standing up. He held out a hand to Remus and pulled him to his feet.
"You're more than welcome to stay, if you would like. We have room for one more."
Grinning, Remus nodded. It seemed he'd have further invitations for dinner at the Weasley's, after all.
And next time he'd have to remember to bring a change of clothes.