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neville/bill

30 days of Neville fest Day one: Lover's Games
Day: One
Title: Lover's Games
Author: unbroken_halo
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Neville/Bill
Summary: Neville and Bill enjoy a unique relationship filled with special games.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe – all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work
Warning(s): UST, Innuendo, Kissing
Word Count: ~1,250
Author's Notes: Written for the 30 days of Neville fest, and also for prompt #28 of my 100quills table. Thank you to eeyore9990 for the beta.

Lover's Games

Neville never knew what quite to make of his and Bill's relationship. It wasn't that he didn't know how he felt about Bill, or how Bill felt about him, because he did. Bill showed him in many, many ways. All the Weasleys were very affectionate, Neville had learned, and it had taken some time for him to adjust to that.

His Gran hadn't been one for hugs and kisses, or sweet words whispered in his ear. Neville supposed that his parents might have hugged or kissed him a time or two as well, but he didn't recall that. However, for all his Gran's tough ways, he knew that she cared because she'd told him by her actions.

But Bill's ways were different, more intense, and to Neville all the more special, he supposed, because they were just for him. They were lover's ways. A look from across the room, the silent undressing he received from Bill's eyes while others were present, or a touch, the soft caress of Bill's calloused fingers when no one was looking, always made Neville feel loved even when Bill rarely said the words.

And that was it; they didn't have to say them. It just wasn't something that they ever discussed because it wasn't needed. They knew and reassured one another of their love silently. They did all their talking through actions because everyone knows that Gryffindors act first.

~*~

It would start with The Look.

Neville would feel the weight of Bill's stare on him and, glancing up, he'd meet those fathomless blue eyes. It didn't matter what he was doing, he would have to stop and gaze back at Bill. Most often, this would happen over Sunday dinners at the Burrow. Bill liked to see how fast he could make Neville blush in front of everyone.

In the beginning of their relationship, it happened very often. Neville could hardly meet Molly's or Arthur's eyes without turning a vibrant shade of red. But he soon mastered The Look, and after that, it took Bill longer and longer to acquire his blush.

His Weasley had to resort to new tricks, and Neville was always surprised by the things Bill would come up with. It was a wonder how Molly had kept her wits about her all those years.

For next, after The Look, came The Smile.

Neville loved Bill's smile because not only would that smile brighten Neville's day, but it also hinted at naughty things to come later when they were alone. Playful and mischievous, that smile curved Bill's mouth with just a hint of his white, straight and even teeth peeking out between his full lips. Neville would return that smile with one of his own. However, it never really seemed to have the same effect on Bill.

Or rather, Bill was better at hiding it than Neville.

Bill would run his tongue along his bottom lip, sliding the flat blade of pinkness over and around his generous mouth, teasing Neville from across the table.

Neville's throat would go dry as he tried to swallow and he always knocked over his glass of water, soaking the tablecloth. Everyone at the table grew used to standing suddenly to get out of the path of the water.

~*~

Neville sucked in a breath as he realized that he'd avoided Bill's first trap. But he'd still knocked over his glass, and that the game was continuing.

Bill apparently decided to launch his next attack; his voice. That deep throated, soft spoken baritone always sent shivers down Neville's spine, and Bill knew it too. He used it to his advantage most of the time and played Neville like a finely tuned instrument with it.

Bill chuckled as he stood, leaning in toward Neville to whisper in his ear. "That's one for me and I'm keeping count for when we go home tonight."

Shuddering, Neville blew out a breath as he flicked his wand at the mess. He smiled sheepishly at Molly and once again blushed as he took his seat, looking across the table at Bill and waiting for the next assault from his lover.

It always came and placed him more and more on the edge of his seat.

This time Bill would touch him. Just a simple slide of Bill's boot along his leg, a brief nudge to his calf, had the dragon hide gliding along his robes and caressing him through the clothing. Yet, Neville could feel it as if the leather and cotton were nonexistent, as if it were Bill's toes inching their way under his robes to tease his skin. Bill's long, pale foot pressing against his groin and rubbing along Neville's prick, causing just the right amount of friction and the very idea of that salacious touch had him squirming in his seat.

Neville ran his foot along Bill's leg, returning the gentle caress and Bill's other foot joined in, a small game of sensual shoe shenanigans going on right underneath the table. He could feel the heat and colour crawling up his cheeks, the very idea of the teasing tactics Bill was trying in front of his parents, driving Neville to distraction. Most certainly, once again, Molly noticed.

"Neville, dear, are you all right? You're looking a bit feverish."

Neville cleared his throat, and nodded, bowing his head to hide his embarrassment at getting caught. He felt Bill pull his foot away and squirmed again in his seat, knowing everyone was now looking at him. "I'm fine, Molly. Just a bit warm in here," he murmured.

"Oh, I don't know, Mum, I think you're right. He does look feverish," Bill's voice echoed her sentiments and then Bill rendered the final blow. The one onslaught that he knew Neville couldn't resist; a combination strike.

Bill stood and walked around the table, kneeling beside Neville's chair. With one hand, Bill lifted Neville's chin and then rested the back of his other hand along Neville's cheek. Neville had no choice but to stare into those brilliant and mischievous blue eyes.

I love you.

Neville met Bill's eyes, leaning into Bill's caress and nodded.

I love you, too.

Because they knew each other, knew how the game was played, Neville surrendered to him, heart and soul, and not one word had been spoken, not really, because it wasn't necessary. They just knew.

Bill smiled again; dragged his fingers across Neville's cheek, watching as Neville shivered. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Neville's forehead then stood, sliding his arm around Neville's shoulders and helping him to his feet.

"Yes, Mum, you were right. I really must apologize and I hope you'll excuse us, but I need to take Neville home. He does feel entirely too warm for my tastes."

"Oh, oh yes, of course. By all means."

The scrape of chairs and goodbyes floated past his ears, but Neville ignored it all because he was wrapped in Bill's arms. He did manage to wave goodbye before the door closed behind them, though.

Bill led them to the Apparition point and Neville stayed tucked up next to his side the entire way. Bill stopped and Neville turned in his arms looking up at Bill. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Bill's waist.

Bill bent his head, slanting his mouth over Neville's. Neville closed his eyes, letting Bill's tongue slid over his and sucking on it for just a moment as he felt the squeezing sensation taking him and his lover home.

Game Over.