AN: My first year participating in Evil Author Day, I normally don't bother, but I am hoping that by posting at least some partials of what I have been working on, or attempting to, that I may be motivated more to actually do something with them.
Unfortunately, I have no set in stone dates for working on any of these pieces so updates may be a while off.
Hopefully you will enjoy a few snippets of what I have coming up in the future though.
As always I don't own anything but the convoluted plots running around my brain, I'm just playing in other people's sandpit :)
Bill Weasley was no bore, the man was a cursebreaker for Merlin's sake, so when Fleur Delacour asked him to take a desk job it put the end to their relationship. He loved his job, the thrill of it, the adventure and danger, but he knew that one day he would give it up, for the right person, but that wasn't Fleur. He had realised that as soon as she asked him, as much as he liked her that he obviously didn't love her. Their split was amicable and he could say that they were still friends even if she had returned to France after the breakup. His family on the other hand thought he was wallowing and Charlie had decided to do something about it. It was Charlie's well-meaning intervention that had led to his current state. His younger brother had taken him out into the muggle world on a pub crawl and he had woken up the next morning in the bed of a muggle, a very male muggle. To say that he was surprised was an understatement, as adventurous as he was he had never been with another man before. He had never even thought about it, he wasn't gay, not that he had a problem with that, Charlie was gay. He had always just considered himself straight as he had never been attracted to a bloke before. He supposed that now he would have to think of himself as slightly bendy, because even though he was drunk and couldn't remember much of that night, he had enjoyed himself.
The fact that Bill had kept going back to the man might also suggest that. He had found out from Mark, who worked the bar in the club that he and Charlie had gone into, that Charlie had left with some guy not long before closing time, having asked Mark to put Bill in a cab. Bill had apparently resisted the other man's attempts, he had probably intended to take a sobering potion and apparate home instead. How he had ended up in the barman's bed he couldn't remember, but he had been informed that it had started with him shoving the other man against the wall and devouring his mouth. He couldn't remember doing that at all, but as he had done it several times since he was pretty sure that Mark was telling the truth.
Now though it was not Bill pinning Mark to a wall, but rather Mark had bound him to his bed. 'Fleur had never been that adventurous' he thought in his head before dismissing the thought and chastising himself. Both Fleur and Mark were completely different people; it was not fair to either of them for him to compare them. One was male, the other female; tall and short; muggle and witch; English and French; wild in bed and rather reserved. He shook his head mentally, he had still started the comparison and they really were different, in fact the only things that he could say they had in common were the fact that they were both blondes and that they had both had sex with him.
He let out a low moan as Mark moved up his body, his lover had been torturing and teasing him for what felt like hours. Mark leant down to kiss him a little impish smile on his face, his face less than innocent as his eyes almost twinkled in enjoyment at his actions. Before now Bill had always thought that the twinkle was something that was exclusively Dumbledore, but appeared as though he was wrong.
Returning the kiss Bill tried to seize control from his lover, and while it seemed like the man was weakening the ties that bound him were still as tight as before. As he tugged on the silk ties, apparently a staple for Mark's wardrobe, the other man wised up to what he was doing. The man smirked at him, a smirk that would have easily looked at home on the face of Severus Snape, and backed away, removing himself from Bill's body and the bed entirely.
Bill let out a groan, that hadn't been what he wanted; he was trying to get his lover to stop teasing him, not to stop altogether. "Mark" he whined, although he would deny it if asked, "please."
The smirk was still present on Mark's face as he stalked back towards the bed, and Bill almost wished that his lover had left him alone and frustrated bound in the ropes. Almost and only for a minute or so, he was sure that whatever Mark had in store for him now would drive him out of his mind. Regardless of the torture that he knew his lover was about to inflict upon him he knew that he wouldn't change their relationship for a minute. Mainly because Bill knew that as soon as he was out of these ties that it would be his turn and he would get his own back.
As soon as his lover let him go, he really couldn't get out of the ties without using magic, he would teach his lover a lesson. The image of Mark spread out on the balcony outside the bedroom attached to the metal railing with those muggle cuff things was something that ran through his mind. He Bill Weasley was definitely no bore, and he was set out to prove that.