Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: ships_harry
From: eeyore9990

Title: Sorry Enough
Characters/Pairings: Bill Weasley/Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Included: Very Coerced Consent (dub con bordering very heavily on non-con)
Other Warnings/Content: Infidelity
Word Count: 2925
Summary/Description: Harry never dreamed that allowing Fleur to seduce him would lead to this.
Author's Notes: To my recipient, whoever you are, I was rather evilly intrigued by your prompt. I can only hope that what I've written is equal to the magnificence of the prompt.

My deepest thanks to my beta for her mad skillz and to the mods for their unending patience.

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"Did you think I wouldn't find out?"  Bill's lips brushed Harry's ear as he whispered those words in a tone so low and harsh it was more felt than heard.  The timbre of it thrummed through Harry's chest even as the raised, mottled, ruined skin along Bill's jaw pressed into his cheek.

Oh, shit.  Harry's stomach dropped, and his mouth went dry with fear.  He licked his lips and frantically searched for some way to diffuse the situation.  "Wh—?"

"Playing the innocent?  I think it's a bit late for that little fiction."  Bill's voice became harsh and biting as his hand wrapped around Harry's throat and squeezed.  His grip tightened further as he lifted Harry off his feet, showing none of the strain of holding the entire, thrashing weight of a fully-grown man in one hand.

Just that quickly, Harry's feet were kicking through the air, his toes slipping against the floor as he fought for purchase.  His fingers clawed at Bill's wrist, and he struggled in vain to draw even one breath.

Even after all his years spent in the wizarding world, Harry first instinct was not to reach for a wand when physically assaulted.  Unfortunately for him, Bill's was.

While Harry attempted to pry Bill's fingers from his windpipe, Bill reached down with his other hand and snatched Harry's wand from its holster.  Bill took a moment to study the slender length of holly before, with a casual flick of his wrist, sending it spinning across the room to land with a clatter on the floor.

As the edges of his vision went grey and blurry, Harry heard, "You think, just because you're the chosen one, that you can touch my wife and get away with it?" Bill swung Harry around like a ragdoll and slammed him bodily to the floor.  "My wife."

If Harry'd had any breath left in his lungs, it would have been forced from him as hard as he landed.  "She..." he gasped, then coughed and choked as he fought to breathe.  "She came onto me."

A boot to the ribs accompanied Bill's shouted, "Wrong answer!"

Harry groaned, curling around the pain that blossomed from what was sure to be at least cracked ribs.  "Stop!  I wasn't the only one in that bed.  You know she's part-Veela; how was I supposed to say no to her?  I couldn't stop myself."

"You didn't want to stop.  And while you're using her creature status to excuse your behaviour, consider this: I'm part-werewolf.  What do you think your chances of survival are now?"

"What do you want? What can I do to make this better?"

Bill drew back from Harry, pure disgust twisting his features.  "You think there's anything you can do to make this right?  There's no making right what you did.  You fucked Fleur."

"There must be something! Look, just… give me my wand and let me heal myself and we'll talk. Okay? Let's talk."

"Talk?" Bill laughed, and the sound was enough to make the hair on the back of Harry's neck stand up. "Talking isn't going to solve this little dilemma." Bill dropped into a crouch beside Harry, the movement so swift and feral that it made Harry flinch, which only set his ribs to screaming again.

As Harry attempted to breathe without puncturing a lung on the sharp edge of a rib, Bill reached out and traced a finger up the seam of Harry's denims, from his knee to his hip then up to his waist. When he ran out of seam, the edge of his fingernail dipped over the thick material onto Harry's bare skin, pushing his t-shirt out of the way as it did so. The nail dug into Harry's waist, scratching the skin and leaving a sharp trail of inconsequential pain in its wake as it moved toward Harry's navel.

"I may have spoken too soon, Harry," Bill said, his voice all icy humour. "Perhaps there is something you can do to—partially, at least—make up for the fact that you fucked… my wife."

When Bill's finger came to a halt and his thumb stroked the metal of the top snap closure of Harry's denims, Harry's mental processes stuttered. "What? What are you…?"

"Episkey."

Though he was finally able to breathe without feeling as if knives were ripping through his abdomen, Harry couldn't help the sense of unease that settled over him. Pushing himself to a half-sitting position, he did his best to scoot backward without giving the impression that he was moving away.

"Don't move another inch," Bill said, the words a growl of refreshed anger. Dropping to his hands and knees over Harry, who shied backward, Bill leaned in until his bared teeth were once more within striking distance of Harry's neck and murmured, "You fucked her. Now I'm going to fuck you. Seems only fair, don't it?"

Harry gave a tiny laugh, though his current situation was as far from funny as it was possible to get. "You're joking."

A short, sharp sound came from Bill before he literally flattened Harry to the floor with his body. "Joking? Oh, Harry, you've no idea how very far I am from jocular at this moment. But I'm a fair man. I'll give you your options." Pushing up onto his arms and holding his entire body off of Harry's, Bill cocked his head to the side, the gesture incredibly animalistic. "Option one: I fuck you so long and hard you'll never want to look at another woman. Option two: I beat you so soundly you'll never want to look at another woman. Either way, I win."

Proving once again his knack for saying exactly the wrong thing, Harry muttered, "Is there an option three?"

Shifting his entire weight to one hand, Bill lifted his wand in front of Harry's face and said, "Certainly. I can always remove your prick. Very slowly and very painfully."

Swallowing roughly as the tip of the wand turned to point down the length of his body, Harry croaked, "I'm not interested in men. I mean…" Bill's sudden smile caused Harry's words to dry up in his throat.

"No problem, Harry. I don't mind beating the fuck out of you. In fact, I don't mind beating you until every bone in your body shatters, healing you, and starting all over again." In the blink of an eye, Bill went from lying stretched out over Harry to sitting beside him with one fist drawn back, ready to fly.

Throwing his arms up for protection, Harry cringed away, eyes frantically searching for his wand. All he could see, though, were the stars that exploded when Bill's blow landed along the back of his head.

"Augh! Oh, God, stop. Stop! I'll do it." Harry rolled away from Bill, hands raised in a pleading gesture. "I'll do it, okay?! Please stop hitting me!"

"Do what?"

"I'll let you… let you f-fuck me." Bile rose in Harry's throat at the thought of Bill's cock driving into his arse. There was no way Bill was going to take it easy on him. The most Harry could hope for at this point was that it be done quickly.

"Evanesco!

Harry jerked, wincing as his clothing disappeared. "You could have just Banished them, you know."

"Who said I wanted to let you keep them, eh? I like the idea that you'll have to find your way to help just like this. Maybe I'll carve your transgressions into you hide before I'm through with you. Let everyone know exactly who you are. What you'll do. That you've no problem betraying friends."

"Carve… but you said… this is it. This settles it. We're square after this."

"We'll never be square, Harry. Never."

Harry gulped, trying to sink into the floor away from the fury that'd risen again to Bill's eyes. "Yeah, okay. Not square. I get it."

"Decide, Harry. Do I give you the thrashing of your life or do I fuck you? The choice is, of course, yours."

Gritting his teeth against the flare of anger that rose in him, Harry said, "I already told you. Just… get it over with. All right?"

"And was that your attitude with my wife? Hmm? 'Just get it over with?'"

There was no way to answer that without inflaming the situation, so Harry displayed his first bit of intelligence since the night Fleur had come to his flat in a nearly see-through dress. He kept his mouth shut.

"I think, Harry, that instead of just 'getting it over with,' I'll take my time. You enjoyed the other well enough, I imagine. Maybe this will be just as good." Dipping his head forward, Bill licked one of Harry's nipples. "Or maybe," he mused, "it won't." At that, he bit down savagely, nearly breaking the skin of Harry's chest with his teeth.

Harry shouted, thrashing beneath Bill and lashing out with his own fists until Bill opened his jaws, releasing Harry.

"What, Harry? Is this not as romantic as you envisioned?" Bill snarled, a dot of blood on his lower lip.

"You're supposed to fuck me, not eat me," Harry said, asserting himself for the first time since Bill had shown up unannounced in his flat.

"Very well, then. Fuck you it is. Unfortunately, Harry, I can't seem to gather the proper interest. If you truly want me to fuck you, you're going to have to do something to speed things along… unless you want me to change my mind entirely."

"What the fuck do you want me to do about it?"

Bill's eyes dropped to Harry's mouth. "You used that on her, didn't you? I think it's only fair that you put it to good use now as well. Go on then, Potter. Suck me off. Do a good enough job of it, and I'll think about leaving you in one piece when I'm done."

A low buzzing started up in Harry's ears. He didn't want to do this. At all. But he knew as certain as he was laying there that if he didn't, Bill would lose interest in pursuing this line of revenge and simply beat the stuffing out of Harry.

And Harry had had more than enough beatings in his life.

Closing his eyes, Harry reached down blindly, unbuttoning Bill's trousers and reaching into them to extract Bill's not-at-all interested cock from their confines. Biting his lip, Harry considered how he was going to do this. He cleared his throat, but his voice was still thick with uncertainty when he said, "Roll over."

"I'm sure I don't have to tell that if I feel even a hint of teeth…" Bill allowed his voice to trail of threateningly.

Harry nodded and rearranged himself so that he was kneeling in front of Bill's prone form. Taking a deep breath, he lowered his head and opened his mouth, using his hand to lift Bill's cock so he could give it one quick lick first. The taste wasn't as vile as he'd feared it would be, but it certainly wasn't pleasant. Not as pleasant as Fleur's taste had been— Harry cut that thought off before it could truly form.

He was in enough trouble as it was.

With a low growl, Bill snapped his hips, shoving his cock into Harry's mouth. It wasn't hard enough to choke on, not hard at all really, but Bill fisted his hand in Harry's hair, fingers tightening until Harry could feel individual strands ripping free.

"What's wrong, Harry? Not enjoying yourself? Need a married woman under you to really get you going?"

Harry squeezed his eyes closed, sucking for all he was worth as the humiliation of the entire scene washed over him. He could picture it in his mind, so vividly that he opened his eyes again, staring at the blurry red thatch of hair at the base of Bill's cock as he worked his jaw and tongue, trying to remember what had felt good to him the few times he'd had the opportunity.

Bill, however, wasn't as patient as Harry had always been, and forced his hips into Harry's face, his slowly swelling cock causing Harry to gag frequently.

"Worthless sack of shite, aren't you? Do I have to tell you how to do this, Harry? Did you make it this bad for Fleur when you touched her?"

Mouth overfull of cock and spit, Harry choked again, only to be pushed off, rolled to his back and straddled by Bill. Forcing his cock into Harry's mouth, Bill began to rock his hips, over and over, his wand pointing unerringly down into Harry's face and stealing whatever breath Harry managed to conserve between thrusts.

It took a while, and Harry's jaw was aching horribly at the end of it, but finally Bill was fully hard. Bill yanked Harry's head away and then twisted until Harry, wincing at the pain that flared along his already aching scalp, flipped over onto his hands and knees.

"I'd like to say I'm going to make this good for you, Harry, but I've really no interest in your pleasure. I'm going to fuck you until I come, at which point I'm going to leave. And if I ever see you again after tonight? I won't stop myself from indulging in that second option. Or maybe I'll assume that what you want is a repeat of this. Understand me?"

Harry stared hard at the floor under him, giving one jerking nod of his head to tell Bill he'd heard and understood. The waiting was nearly unbearable, though, and when he finally felt Bill's hand on his arse, prying his cheeks apart, he made a sharp noise and leaned forward, away from Bill.

"I've already told you once tonight to be still." One finger jabbed into Harry's arse, and he felt a rather ridiculous sense of gratitude when he realised it was lubed. "Don't make me repeat myself."

Harry shook his head, unable to form words as he suffered through the humiliation of feeling Bill's finger, and then more fingers, readying his arse for Bill's cock. A knot formed in his throat, making Harry's breathing difficult and forcing tears into his eyes.

While the preparation time had seemed interminable, Harry wanted to scream that it was too soon when he felt Bill's fingers leave his arse. He knew what was coming next and wasn't ready. Wasn't ready by a long shot.

"Please don't do this," Harry pleaded, his voice nearly lost in the pounding of his own heart.

"But, Harry," Bill said, entering Harry with one violent thrust of his hips, "you asked for this."

The wrenching, burning pain of it caused Harry to bite through his lip even as he screamed. "Aaaah!"

"You'll take it." Bill's voice grated on Harry's nerves even as he pulled out and thrust again. "You'll take it and be grateful that I'm not doing worse. And every time you try to think about what my wife felt like, you'll remember this." Another thrust. "And choke on it."

At that, Bill stopped going slow and began slamming into Harry, punishing him with each thrust, making Harry wish he'd chosen the other option, either of them. Making Harry wish he'd never met Fleur. Harry's arms lost their strength and collapsed beneath him, and his upper body crashed to the floor, his chin hitting the floorboards with a sharp crack.

Bill grabbed the hair at the back of Harry's head, pulling on it until Harry's head was at an awkward angle. "Don't pass out on me yet. I'm not done with you."

Harry's next exhale sounded like sob, and he struggled to swallow back any other betraying sounds. Closing his eyes, he tried to clear his mind, make it go blank. Attempted to retreat from what was happening.

"I can almost," Bill said, his words thready, "understand the allure, Harry. Of fucking someone you shouldn't. This is rather nice. Your arse…"

Harry's lips pulled back from his teeth in a grimace when Bill snapped his hips just right, grinding into him.

"Your arse was made for me. Perhaps we'll have to do this again some time."

"Not," Harry breathed, "bloody likely."

Bill laughed, even as he continued pounding into Harry. Surely, Harry thought, surely he would finish soon. He had to finish soon.

Putting aside all sense of pride, Harry began to beg for it to end.

"Not yet," Bill said, his breathing harsh in Harry's ear as he pressed himself against Harry's back. "Not going to end it yet. I can do this all night long."

"I'm sorry!" Harry screamed, hands slapping the floor. "I'm sorry!"

Fingers digging into Harry's hips, Bill whispered, "Not sorry enough."

It took hours for Bill to do what he'd promised. When Bill was done, Harry's arse was so sore, his muscles so exhausted, that he could only lay there on the floor, his numb mind a perfect counterpoint to the throbbing of his body. Dried come spattered his body, marking him, showing the world everything he'd lost in pursuit of a single night of hollow passion.

The family he'd long wanted had slipped from his grasp. His stupid cock had lost him the Weasleys. Because there was no way he was ever going to put himself in the position of being in the same room as Bill. Never again.

Another night like this would break him.

"Now," Bill said, his body outlined by the night sky as he stood in Harry's doorway, "now I think you might just be sorry enough."</i>