Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2011 Word count [if applicable]: 1,126
Warning: Unbeta'd.
A/N: I've gone a bit costume mad….
"Strange lives we find ourselves in 'eh mate?" Bill said over the din of the party. It was Halloween and although the war was on, Molly insisted that they mark the day.
Remus wrinkled his forehead. "Strange?"
Bill shrugged. "You and Tonks, me and Fleur."
Remus' friendly look became shuttered. "I don't understand."
"You marrying Tonks because she is pregnant by some Death Eater and Fleur and I married to each other to avoid scrutiny from both our families."
Remus mouth gaped. "How do you know that?" He whispered loudly enough to be heard.
"Tonks has been talking to Charlie. Didn't you know?"
"I knew they were in contact." Remus ran his fingers through his hair. "For an Auror she has more to learn about subterfuge."
"It won't go any farther." Bill said reassuringly.
"You and Fleur?" Remus asked.
"Beards, both ways. Our parents expect a lot from both of us since we are the oldest children. Neither wants a traditional lifestyle, so we get them off our backs and when a few of our siblings get married; we get divorced and have the lives we want." Bill inclined his head. "See how she's looking at Luna and those light touches she gives to her cheek and shoulder." Bill indicated his wife across the room. "As for me this skirt isn't just for show, you know."
Remus' eyes lingered over the lightly tanned shoulders, down the lightly muscled chest to the jeweled belt that held the Ancient Egyptian style shendyt in place. He liked what he saw and threw caution to the wind. "Nor is mine." Remus replied; his arms sweeping across his sporran and Royal Stewart tartan kilt.
"Wasn't sure about that." His eyes gleamed.
Oh yeah. "So you and she can…" Remus faded off.
"If we're discreet; its been nothing, but my right hand since August which is getting old." Bill scanned the room as he spoke.
"Longer than that for me." Remus almost wished he'd worn pants, his prick was hardening as he thought about the lovely bits under that white linen shendyt; fortunately, his kilt was traditional and the chances of him poking out were virtually none.
"So what do ya say we help each other out?" He waggled his eyebrows. "It seems we're both great helpers."
Remus was salivating already. "I'd be more than happy to help."
Bill's eyes shifted around the room. "My old room is just beyond the loo on the right. You go first; I'll talk to my dad for a minute and then be right there." He nodded and headed towards Arthur.
Remus started towards the hallway. He entered the room; Bill's scent filled it. There was a narrow bed and a desk. It didn't matter; of course, they could do it against a wall, door, on the floor. His cock was standing straight out from his body now. There was a faint snick as the door opened. Remus lunged at Bill and pinned him to the door. He kissed him hard, a kiss full of lust and power; it was almost brutal and so much better than the chaste kisses he gave to Tonks for show.
Bill moaned and shoved his tongue into Remus' mouth. Their mouths dueled, chests rubbed and hips bucked an inelegant rhythm. He was the first to pull back panting. "Where?"
"Anywhere." Was Remus' breathy response. He kneaded Bill's thighs and played with his nipples alternately.
"How?"
Remus' hands reached around and squeezed Bill's bottom. "I want to fuck your gorgeous arse."
Bill groaned. Remus continued massaging Bill's muscular cheeks and Bill ground his hips forward.
"You're huge!" Bill rocked his hips again.
Remus chuckled. "Larger than average anyway. On the bed. Hands and knees, please."
Bill slid away from the door and cast a ward on it. "Clothes?"
"On. We'll need to get back before anyone misses us."
"Merlin, I love it fast and dirty!"
On he hands and knees, Bill laid his arms flat and rested his head on them. Remus was kneeling on the bed behind him in a heartbeat; he turned his sporran to the back and lifted his kilt. He pushed up Bill's costume so his entire arse was visible. Speed was of the essence and he cast preparatory spells and conjured some lube for himself. He slicked his prick, but before he entered Bill with it he used his fingers for a moment.
"Remus.." Bill whinged. "Want your prick not your fingers."
Remus pressed his cock to Bill's hole immediately. He sunk in none too fast or too slow allowing Bill to adjust.
"Fuck, Remus, Fuck." Bill muttered.
"Ready?"
"Yesterday, do it!"
Bill's arse was as tight and lovely as it felt in his hands, Remus changed the angle as he slid in and out waiting for the telltale signs that he'd found the right spot. It took a few tries, before he heard a garbled shout from Bill. Remus went at it full tilt, fucking the other man hard and fast. His hand slipped around Bill's lean hip and grasped the engorged prick that was dripping against the taut belly.
Bill shoved his prick through Remus' questing hand and the slammed his arse back against Remus' cock. Remus squeezed his hip. "My pace."
"Wanna come….gods you feel good….faster….harder….." Bill voiced a stream of demands and desire and praise. "Fuck me."
Remus did just that continuing fast and hard, pulling Bill's prick with the great dexterity of someone who wanked for England. He prodded Bill's prostate on every stroke, the prick in is hand grew. Remus almost shouted his relief; his own orgasm was threatening to break free. Bill's arse clenched and his cock pulsed; Remus shouted yes and shoved his prick in hard one last time. His balls let go their flood of cream as his entire body shuddered with his release.
They panted in the silence of the room. Remus lay across Bill's slightly sweaty back and waited for his prick to soften.
"You might not want to put up a ward in another man's house." Arthur's voice said behind them. "I would suggest a pressing charm and a speedy return to the party." He slipped out the door and closed it silently.
"Fuck!" Bill muttered.
Remus slid out of him and off the bed. "I could try to lighten the mood and say we just did."
Bill gave a wry smile.
"Let's get you cleaned up." Remus cast a cleansing spell and the pressing charm that Arthur had suggested as soon as Bill was upright.
"Could we meet, do this again?" Bill asked. "It was brilliant you know."
It had been brilliant and wild horses and dark wizards would not keep him from taking this man and his gorgeous arse again and again.