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Title: Now I'll Do My ABC's (B)
Author/Artist: gala_apples
Rating: nc17
Pairing: Remus/Bill
Kink(s): bukkake, public sex
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2010
Word count: 1100
Summary: Bill Weasley with Bukkake in a Bus.
Notes: I narrowly escaped making this a emo coming out tale. Yay me for swerving around the drama!


When Remus climbs on the Knight Bus he's not expecting anyone he knows. Well, that's not exactly accurate. He's expecting to know people, it's hard to be an adult citizen of the British wizarding world and not know at least one face in five. But he doesn't expect anyone he wants to have a long conversation with. People have gotten rather hostile in the last two years, since being forced into honesty about his condition.

That's actually the reason he's on the Knight Bus, instead of travelling with quicker methods. He's got to go pretty far, and as a werewolf nobody official will make him a portkey. He could ask Dumbledore, but he's got his pride. There are only so many favours Remus can stand asking the old man. But Ernie Prang and Stan Shunpike are quite possibly the most clueless people Remus has come across. They'll have no idea who he is, and wouldn't care if they did. Hell, they didn't even know who Harry Potter was.

Remus knows he's right when the purple bus pops into existence and they just ask if he wants a 'toofbrush' for extra sickles. Neither knows, and it's really rather pleasant to finally be anonymous.

Most people spend their time on the Knight Bus trying to avoid -and not always successfully- vomiting. Remus is not one of those people. He's a werewolf, he knows how to keep his food down to regain his strength after a moon, no matter how nauseous from pain he feels. So unlike any other passenger Remus has actually brought along a few sandwiches and a book to tide him over. Everything would be far easier with a portkey, of course, but his life has never been easy.

He climbs up to the second level of the bus and sits on one of the beds absently. It's better to be on the second level, the beds jostle much more and only the heartiest of people can stand to be there. Remus wants to be as secluded as possible, he doesn't want to have fake conversations about weather and the ridiculous price gouging most apothecaries are attempting. He hates when people talk to him and they get that blank look in their eyes, like they're struggling against everything they have to ask him about lycanthropy. He gets that he's probably the only werewolf that they've ever met, and while being a walking public service announcement would be irritating, it's even worse when someone can't make eye contact because they want to ask but don't.

Remus takes the sandwich from his bag and slowly unwraps the waxed paper. It's a full sandwich, lettuce and pickle and mayonnaise and a dozen other toppings, courtesy of Molly Weasley. Sure she aggravates Sirius to no end, but there's truly not a better cook in England.

Engrosses in the flavour, he startles at the hand on his shoulder. "One of mum's?"

The voice is familiar, but he doesn't quite place it in the seconds before looking up. It's Bill Weasley, and if he had to have someone bother him, at least it's him. Bill Weasley is a mellow guy, and doesn't seem the least bit interested in Remus' contaminated blood.

"Of course. Where are you going?" It's still small talk, but at least Bill is looking at him without a hidden agenda.

"Mostly to get away from Fleur. She's started Apparating to my flat after work, and it's a bit much." Bill runs his hand over his forehead and down his sleek hair sheepishly. "Hell, I don't even know if it's because it's her, or if it's because it's a her. It's been awhile since I've been with a bird."

"Yeah?" Remus says neutrally.

"Since Hogwarts it's been all blokes, actually, but I figured I should give women another try. It would make mum happier, at least."

"Personal experience speaking, it's not always best, or even possible, to make other people happy." Remus tries to smile, but is fairly sure he fails.

"Yeah?" Bill murmurs.

"Yeah," Remus repeats. And then Bill is pushing at his shoulders until Remus is lying flat on the bed that's shunting back and forth across the bus. Bill straddles his hips, then plucks the sandwich out of his hand and places it not so neatly on top of his bag. Remus doesn't have long to mourn his lunch before Bill's waving his wand and Banishing their clothes. Once they're naked, it's fair to say he's distracted.

Bill kisses him desperately, like he's trying to convince himself it's okay to love this. Remus fights his tongue against Bill's, enthusiasm saying he agrees with Bill, that it's just fine. Remus doesn't really have a need for enthusiasm in his life, things always follow each other, whether or not he cares about them. But this, it's easy to be wowed and thrilled with a thin, sleek bloke grinding his hips into yours. He cares about this, and has a feeling that if he doesn't show it, Bill'll stop.

He's lost for a second when Bill tugs at his hips and pauses. Then he understands, and pushes until Bill's the one with his back against sheets a thousand other people have slept on. He lays on top of Bill, usurping the job of the blanket that's been pushed to the floor, and every thrust down is met with Bill thrusting up.

Remus thinks this is how it's going to end; frotting against each other as the beds slide wildly, crashing into each other like muggle bumper cars, until Bill speaks. "Come on me?"

He can't refuse him. Not when he sounds so needy, so desperate. Remus rises until he's sitting, arse resting on his heels, legs spread on either side of the beautiful, freckled man. He curls his hand around his cock and jerks, fast strokes to the beat of his own grunts.

Bill looks good sprayed with translucent white, offsetting the tan skin and pink freckles. Bill looks even better when he's wrapping his fingers around himself. It takes two movement before Bill is coming, adding to the droplets on his chest.

In a minute they'll need to get up and clean off. There's a chance another brave soul will want to rest in the upper level, and getting caught would do no one good. Still, Remus takes a minute to lie down beside Bill and catch his breath. Compared to eating lunch and reading a book, having company is a better way to spend a trip. Even if the pickle was delicious.