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bill, charlie, fic, tonks

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Title: Two Rights Make a Better Right. Don't They?
Author: ceria
Recipient's LJ name: spinneresque
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Bill/Tonks/Charlie
Word Count: 3,200
Summary: Bill has a not-so-good idea.
Warnings: Implied slash and incest
Author's notes: Thanks to my betas for their help. I adore Bill Weasley but my muse made an awkward Bill with this fic, I hope you don't mind.



How often did he have a truly brilliant idea? Bill was humming off-tune to himself; amazed it had taken him this long to figure out his dilemma. He wanted to see Tonks and Charlie happy. Lately, all he'd seen was sadness when near those two, most of which he considered his own fault. If he had created the situation, Bill hoped he could fix it as well with this idea.

My dearest Tonks,

I have something important to discuss with you. Please meet me at 9:00 pm.

The usual day and place.

B

Charlie,

I know it's a week early, but can you meet me tomorrow night? It's important

The Hanged Man, Little Hangleton

And what better night than the day before a holiday to try and get them together? Nothing could possibly go wrong with this plan, Bill thought. Nothing at all.

~ * ~

Bill had always liked this place, it was small, quiet and out of the way from wizarding England. Dim lighting, separated tables, a discreet staff… what more could a man ask for? The atmosphere was lovely, even though it was February thirteenth, which wasn't his favourite time of the year. At least this time, he could find a present that would satisfy both of them – all three of them, if he was honest.

To Bill's surprise, Charlie was the first to arrive instead of being late per his norm. He pushed through the pub's door and rushed to Bill's side, immediately asking how everyone was and if Bill was all right. "What do you mean, it's nothing important?" Charlie snarled when Bill told him nothing was wrong. "Don't you know I have a sick dragon today? She's eleven months pregnant and you called me away on a whim?"

"This is much more important that a dragon who might be laying eggs sometimes soon," Bill assured him, reaching out to touch Charlie's shoulder but dropping his hand instead. "I just can't tell you until Tonks arrives." The beat of the song in the background was loud and Charlie was tapping his fingers against the table until Bill said that. He stilled, looking uncharacteristically nervous.

"You invited Tonks?"

Bill almost felt guilty. They'd enjoyed these meetings, keeping up with each other's lives once every two weeks. It was time away for both of them and Bill felt slightly guilty for letting Charlie think it was an emergency. "Why?" Charlie said.

"I needed to talk to both of you," Bill said, wilting a little beneath Charlie's piercing gaze. "What?"

Charlie was staring at him, as if trying to cast Legilimens on Bill as the door opened one more time, and a thin girl about Charlie's height stumbled through it. She unwrapped the bright blue scarf, shaking out the flakes of snow from the spiky ends of her pink hair and Bill grinned. This was going to be a good present for them and he couldn't wait to hear their thanks. She found them quickly enough, hanging her coat on top of Bill's on the small hooks in the corner.

Frowning, she paused for a moment when she approached the table, hands on her hips, head tilted as she saw Charlie sitting across from Bill. The frown was replaced quickly enough with a bright smile. "Wotcher, boys. To what do I owe the pleasure of two Weasleys?"

Bill didn't move, just grinned at the two of them as she slid into the empty chair by Charlie. The server returned, setting down red paper coasters shaped like hearts, three glasses of water and a bowl of peanuts; she hovered for a moment but Bill waved her away, knowing Charlie always studied the menu before ordering, and he hadn't opened it yet.

It was quiet in here, mostly empty, even though tomorrow was a lover's holiday. Apparently most people didn't go out the day before, but Bill knew he couldn't spend tomorrow with either Tonks or Charlie. Of course, this place was often empty, which was why Bill liked to meet here. It was strange sitting across from both of them at the same time, Charlie fussing with the scar on his left wrist and Tonks starting at her water, twirling the straw. "Well, aren't either of you going to talk?" Bill asked.

They glanced at each other and then at Bill and he just rolled his eyes. "I know you two know each other. Why don't I begin?"

"Charlie here has a very pregnant dragon he's worried about on top of the fact that two of his handlers recently quit. Tonks won an award, Order of Merlin, Second Class, for her help with solving the Diagon Alley robberies. You both know that I'm on desk duty until my last case is cleared by my superiors."

He was still met with awkward silence and Bill bit his lip. How could this not go well? He wanted to reach across the table and take their hands, but even as discreet as this place was, he wasn't going to do that in public. "Charlie? Tonks?"

Neither of them looked at each other or spoke so Bill asked again, "What's wrong?"

"Tonks," Charlie finally said, leaning back in his chair, "You'll have to forgive my brother, he's a little dense sometimes."

"I noticed," she said, sliding her chair back, making Bill wince as it screeched across the floor.

"Do you think he even knows the date?" She directed the question toward Charlie.

"Of course I do!" Bill said with a huff, "it's the thirteenth of February."

"He must not," Charlie said, his expressive face relaxing into a grin and Bill calmed, if Charlie was grinning, then things were all right – Bill hoped.

"I'm thinking steak," Tonks said, crossing her arms and nodding deftly. Charlie laughed in response and folded one leg over the other. "Fish for me."

"As long as we agree," she said, then they both turned back toward Bill. Somehow, he'd been left out of the conversation and didn't quite know why. He had every intention of paying for dinner for these two, but the way the were conversing, as if he wasn't even there…

"Listen," he said, "I know what tomorrow is, and you both know I can't see you then. I just wanted to spend some time with you two, that's all. If I've upset either of you…"

"Of course not, Weasley," Tonks said, making Bill shudder when she used his last name. She moved the chair close to the table again and picked up a peanut, cracking the shell with the flatware.

"What's there to be upset about?" Charlie asked as he leaned forward, picking up another peanut and cracking it with his fingers.

Instead of answering, Bill took a drink of water, his eyes flicking back and forth between the two of them, their motions unconsciously echoing one another.

"It's just that tomorrow is Valentine's Day and I was excited to hear from you so we could meet today. Not that I was expecting some romantic dinner for the two of us," Tonks said, brushing off the last of the shell as she spoke. She licked the nut but didn't eat it, she didn't like the taste of them as much as the salty flavour.

"And you frightened me at first, I thought something must be wrong," Charlie admitted, his voice low as he stuck the nut in his mouth. He never ate them either; they got stuck in his broken tooth (damn dragons) and irritated it.

At the same time, both of them held their peanut for Bill to eat. Sheepishly, he took them, popping them in his mouth. Charlie and Tonks turned to each other, surprise etched across their faces and Bill suddenly realised belatedly that wasn't the most tactful way to confirm their suspicions.

"So, we're in for a night of awkward conversation and veiled hints," Tonks said.

"Looks that way," Charlie said, "Or else we could just tell Bill that he's transparent as could be."

"Clear as glass," Tonks said, nodding once.

Bill blinked, well past beginning to wonder if this hadn't been a good idea after all.

"I'm not sure what to say," he mumbled as Charlie and Tonks each picked up a nut and threw it at him.

"No need to explain," she said, "I'm a bird, Charlie's a bird and this table is the stone. We get it."

Bill blinked and looked between them, "No, that's not what I wanted to do here."

"Oh?" Charlie said, leaning closer, his cheeks flushing bright red, "What was your intention then if not to take us both home tonight?"

The possibilities of that idea made Bill blink, images of Tonks sandwiched between them flitting through his mind, Bill behind her, hands on her narrow hips, teeth on her shoulders, Tonks shuddering beneath him as Charlie was on his back, his cock shoved inside her. Their loud cries echoed through his head and it took him a moment to remember he was in a public pub, sitting across from them.

"Look at his face," Tonks said and Charlie nodded.

"Were you even going to ask us if we're interested?"

"Maybe he thinks that we would just give him any present he wanted," Tonks answered for Bill.

"I… no, not really." He could tell they were irritated with him and Bill realised now, after the fact, he could have approached the idea with a little more finesse than he did. He'd just been so sure they would like it…

Sighing, Charlie fished around his pocket for money and dropped it on the table, "Romania is too far away to use Apparition."

Tonks nodded in agreement and stood up, "My flat. Bill knows where it is." She exited first, wrapping her coat and scarf around her with jerky, angry movements. Somewhere, somehow, his idea was mixed up, scattered, and Bill felt bad for it, for angering them, even though he wasn't convinced that either Charlie or Tonks were truly mad. They couldn't be when he had their best interests at heart. Or so he hoped.

Charlie took his arm after they left the pub and Bill Apparated them to her flat. She'd left the door unlocked and Bill closed it behind them. He loved this place – the scattered boxes and miscellaneous trophies and knick-knacks always made him smile. It was bright and busy in here, the flat reflecting Tonk's personality. It wasn't anything like Charlie's small flat that he never kept clean, much less furnished.

Bill sat on the faded tan sofa, waiting for her to reappear. Charlie paced. He picked up one item then the next, until he reached the pictures. "That's her mum and dad when they were young," Bill said and Charlie glared at him. "What?"

"I can find out from her, if she wants me to know, you don't need to explain everything in here."

Could he do nothing right today? He'd meant to introduce them to each other – again – and watch the sparks. How could they not adore each other the way he adored them?

Tonks reappeared, her work clothes exchanged for a pair of tight black trousers that looked more like skin than clothing. She wore a thin, dark green jumper with such a scooped neckline that it fell off her right shoulder and Bill had to swallow as he looked, her long, narrow collarbone exposed.

Perched on the edge of the maroon chair, fingers tapping against his knees, Charlie muttered under his breath. Tonks wandered around the room as if she wasn't ready to approach them yet. Bill glanced at Charlie and smiled. His brother was staring at her, biting his lower lip, his expression… Bill didn't know that look and it surprised him.

Maybe this would work after all.

"So. How long?" she finally said and Bill blinked, lost in his thoughts and started to ask how long what when Charlie answered instead.

"Five years. Yourself?"

"Two."

The last two years had been painful for Bill in some ways, but the prior three with Charlie had dimmed his need for faithfulness. Tonks had been a mistake, a one-night stand he couldn't walk away from but never once did she ask him to stop, or leave his fiancée. She always told Bill he wasn't marrying material, and most likely he wasn't, considering he couldn't say no to her or Fleur. Or even Charlie.

"I'd thought to bring my two favorite people together," Bill said, wanting to explain his side. "I can't have either of you to myself. Charlie, we're not allowed and Tonks, well, you don't want me like that."

"So you thought to roll your two affairs up and into each other, did you?" Tonks said. Bill could have sworn she was smiling beneath her harsh words. What was he not understanding about this?

"Or bring us together to keep his options open. Maybe he wanted both of us at the same time. He is getting old, Tonks, it's possible he can't handle three lovers any longer."

Tonks tilted her head sideways, her index finger tapping against her lips.

Indignant, Bill stood up, pointing a finger at Charlie's forehead who just laughed. Tonks moved to Charlie's side and Bill briefly wondered how she could move so silently on one occasion, but knock everything over the next.

They reached out at the same time and pushed on Bill's chest, shoving him backwards until he fell into the chair again. Charlie whispered Incarcerous as she giggled. Since when were they planning this together? Without him? That wasn't part of his agenda and Bill swallowed back the words as chains appeared from nowhere and wrapped around his torso, sliding across his ankles like cold, metal snakes.

"What are you doing?" Bill asked, his voice soft, a little nervous.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Tonks said, stepping closer to Charlie, "For us to entertain each other?" she leaned closer, Charlie glanced down, looking at her more-than-likely-exposed breasts. His arm wrapped around Tonks and Bill whimpered, he couldn't help it. The image of Charlie – shorter than Bill himself, compact, strong arms, red hair and scattered freckles was driving Bill mad. Then to see those arms, wrapped around Tonks, her pale, flawless skin, her pink hair, gregarious personality and bright smile. Whimpering, he pulled against the bonds but couldn't move.

She grinned again and leaned closer, Wiggling her hips until Charlie's hands went lower, resting on the top curve of her bum and Bill was unable to look away as they leaned in, their breath mingling, soft lips touching. She raised one hand, resting the tips of her fingers against Charlie's adam's apple.

His brother bit her lower lip, pulling it and Tonks flinched. Bill wiggled, wanting between them, wanting to touch them and feel their palms against his bare skin, caressing him. Yet they continued to ignore him as lips parted and tongues touched.

"Oh, Merlin," he whispered, his cock getting hard over nothing more than a kiss. Bill knew this was on purpose, he could see the corners of Charlie's mouth turned upwards as he tried to not laugh and Tonk's hair was still pink, not flashing various colours as it usually did when she was reacting to foreplay. But what they did to him right then was torture.

Charlie spread his fingers across her bum, sliding lower, pulling her against him, and Bill stared, wide-eyed, knowing what Charlie's hard cock felt like pressed against his pelvis. Tonks wiggled, making Charlie moan and Bill growled. "Free me."

They ignored him. Their teasing kiss changing into more and Tonks yanked Charlie closer to the sofa, guiding him forward as she walked back until she fell, Charlie sprawled across her lap, his legs spread and Bill swallowed to see his bulge there, wanting to touch him.

Except they ignored him, leaving him tied up as Tonks writhed beneath Charlie, her feet on the ground, pushing her hips up to rub against him. She was so beautiful, her body rolling beneath him, her hands frantically scratching Charlie's back, pulling his shirt loose from his trousers to get beneath it, resting against skin.

And Charlie, he was undressing her, his hands trembling in their hurry, sloppy with desire. Bill watched them strip, clothes flying, her knickers snapped in haste, then she spread her legs, propping them on Charlie's back and Bill shook with need as Charlie slid inside her, the sucking noises as he pumped in and out of her killing Bill.

Her hands slid down his back, fingertips following the various scars from dragons and other things -- wild Quidditch matches, a crazy childhood.

They were sweaty and Charlie was slipping, losing his grip, and Bill winced as Charlie grabbed the soft flesh on the side of her leg, knowing… yes, Tonks squealed with laughter as Charlie inadvertently tickled her.

How he needed to be there, to touch her, to feel her trembling beneath Charlie and Bill shook his body again, trying to break his bonds. Then he was distracted as Charlie threw his head back, crying out loudly as he came, pushing deep inside her and Tonks stilled, didn't move.

Smirking, because he knew she hadn't had her orgasm, Bill waited, wondering what Charlie would do. Would he touch her, would he wrap his lips around her quim and lick her until she was done? What?

Instead, he did neither and Bill swallowed as Charlie rolled off her until he sat on the edge of the sofa, leaning against the back of it. She slid to the floor; her legs bent and open and Bill stared at both of them, from Charlie's lax cock to her wet vulva.

He must have licked his lips, because both of them laughed – not necessarily in a mean fashion, but with delight. "Bill, my brother, I must say sometimes you have brilliant ideas, and sometimes you do not."

"Which was this?" Bill whispered, afraid to move lest he come in his denims.

Tonks sighed and stood up, leaning over to kiss him on the lips. "Pretty good, Weasley," she whispered as she straddled his lap. "Pretty good."

"I thought you two were angry…" Bill started to say, forgetting the sentence as Charlie reached beneath her to undo the buttons, freeing Bill, and Tonks slid over him.

She was still warm, her vagina swollen from Charlie, full of his come. She rocked back and forth, her head thrown back and Bill forgot about feeling sorry for upsetting them, forgot all else as he began to build quickly to his own release.

This was the reason he couldn't walk away, but this was the reason he had to as well, and who better to leave her with than Charlie? He had eyes only for Tonks, but he knew Charlie was right there, close by, watching and Bill, finally able to laugh now that he knew they were all right, made sure Tonks came before he did. Finally, she looked at him, grinning madly as she rocked on his lap. Charlie whispered the spell necessary to free Bill and quickly he wrapped his arms around her, touching her soft skin, bracing his feet on the floor to move beneath her.

Then Charlie was there, hands covering Bill's on her back and she screamed as she came, Bill tumbling over that sharp edge after her, Charlie laughing at their expressions. She took a deep breath, her hair flashing colours too quickly for him to comprehend as she sighed and folded over, resting her head on Bill's shoulder.

Comfort and friendship here, and Bill, as he laced his fingers through Charlie's, wanted nothing else.