Title: Bloody Nightmares (literally) Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Neville Longbottom Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Spanking, blood, fantasies, UST Summary: After the war, some dreams are more pleasant than others. Notes: This wasn't a pairing I've ever really tried before, but they were a pleasure to write. I do believe I might have twisted the prompt of "comfort after a nightmare" just a wee bit.
The moonlight shone down, making the shadows of the Romanian forest seem all the more mysterious. Neville pushed against the tree, fingers digging into the bark, trousers down around his knees, arse pushed out just so. Charlie's cock was standing at attention, so eager to part Neville's plump arse cheeks and drive home to completion.
Charlie's hand came up, landing with a sharp smack, and leaving behind a perfectly formed red hand-print that made Neville yip in surprise. God, he loved that sound. He brought his hand up again and—
Kerthwap
The beautiful dream was broken and Charlie's nose exploded in bloody agony.
"Oh! Charlie! Oh, god. I'm so—Oh, I had a nightmare. I didn't mean to—" Nevile sprang from the bed and rushed for the loo, coming back with a dampened flannel in his hand. Charlie let out a yip similar to the one Neville had made in his dream when the flannel was clamped down none too gently over his injured nose.
"Merlin," Nevile said with a sigh. "I wish these nightmares would stop. That's the third time this week."
Charlie dabbed at his nose. "At least this time you didn't kick. My boys are grateful."