Disclaimer… This is a special disclaimer because I have to disclaim such a lot! First of all, I own nothing Harry Potter related. All of that belongs to JKR. And I don't own anything Black Books related. That belongs to Dylan Moran etc. Also, this whole fic is based on the world that Ballyharnon created using JKR's and Dylan's creations…..The Linenverse. To read "Of Linen" and its sister stories (also by Ballyharnon) please follow the provided link in my bio… It's a good idea to read them because otherwise you won't get some of the references in this fic. The Linenverse is used with full permission.

Dedication… Who else could I dedicate this to but the most exquisite Ballyharnon? She asked me to contribute to the Linenverse, and this is the product. I love her for letting me swim so happily in the Linen-pool. She is the best writer I know, and definitely the best fiancé. (Except when she stops me jumping on her bed, but then jumps on mine…;))  This is for you Sarah. With love.

Randomness… Men with other men. Don't like it? Don't read it!! This fic is about Bill Weasley. It is set when he is 23 in the Linenverse. (That is 3 years before Harry starts Hogwarts) He is currently not really working as anything or doing much.

~ Chapter 1 ~

I stood in front of the long mirror pulling on the ends of my red hair. I had managed to grow it to shoulder length but it was not long enough yet to tie back the way I wanted. I might have given up, opted for a shorter style, if not for the incessant drone of my mother's voice nagging me to have a hair cut every time she saw me. It was worth the wait just to see her turn that dull shade of pink every time it was clear I had allowed more growth.

I left my hair alone, realising that pulling it would not make it grow faster. Instead I moved on to the stubble that was the beginning of a goatee. Another point of contention between my mother and I. As I stroked it I heard the voice of the third and final point of contention coming from outside the cubicle.

"So are you going to let me see how you look Bill, or are you planning to stay in there all day?" I grinned. Marcus. I pulled back the curtain of the dressing room, revealing the snakeskin leather trousers Marcus had picked out for me to try on. They were very tight, that being the point, and showed off my slender hips and long legs. Marcus grinned as he followed the smooth hide down my legs. He put an arm around me, hand stroking my arse.

"Perfect." He grinned. I grinned back. I was not 100% sure about the trousers, but I would have done anything to get Marcus' approval. He was my first proper boyfriend. The realisation of my sexuality came late to me, at 18, and I had only had casual relationships since. At 23 I was sure I was in love with Marcus. It felt amazing. He was everything I had ever admired in a man, tall, broad, dark and mysterious, with black hair, lots of money and a fast car. As a muggle-lover, obsessed with that lifestyle since my early teens, he was perfect.

Marcus glanced about, obviously checking if anyone was nearby. He then backed me slowly into the dressing cubicle and pulled the curtain across, obscuring us from view. He ran his hands down my hips, clearly delighting in the soft leather against his palms. He ran his hands over my arse, squeezing. I could feel the leather growing tighter as my body fought against it to grow hard in reaction to the hungry look in his eyes. I was glad my future did not include children, as it could not have been doing my chances any good. Marcus looked back up and ran his tongue across my lips, pressing his own erection against me. Then he pulled back.

"Turn around." He commanded. I turned to the mirror, watching his face over my own shoulder in the reflection. His eyes were lowered, watching my arse move in the leather. He ran his hands over me, pushing, squeezing. I wanted to moan, but bit my lip to hold it back. Marcus nudged my legs apart, bending me over slightly so my hands rested on the mirror. He then pressed himself into me, licking and biting my neck. He caught my eyes in the mirror and slid his hands down, unzipping the trousers and slipping his hand inside.

"Do you think they'd catch us?" He whispered. I wanted to express concern. This was a leather shop run by gorilla-looking men who did not seem homo-friendly, but the lust in the storm-dark eyes behind me was hypnotising. Instead I reached down and pushed the trousers down from my hips, placing my palms back on the mirror.

Ten minutes later we came out of the changing room. Marcus had the trousers slung over his arm. I followed him over to the pay desk where he placed them down and grinned at the leather-clad biker behind the till.

"We'll take them." He said. The £200 trousers were paid for on Marcus' credit card. As we left he reached into the bag and stroked the soft hide.

"You'll wear them tonight." I nodded. Of course I would.

*

I lay in Marcus' bed that night, him curled up behind me with his arms draped over my naked body. I usually loved going to sleep in his arms, but I could not get the events of the night out of my head.

I had met Marcus at a muggle gay bar. Before then I had never had the courage to attempt it, afraid to look a fool. Any relationship I had been involved in had been random sex with other gay wizards, most I had either known or known of at school. But that night I had pulled muggle clothing on to my slender frame and braved the club. Marcus had approached me almost as soon as I had arrived.

"My my, here's something new. You haven't been here before have you Red."

He proceeded to buy all my drinks and the night had ended back at his place, in the very bed I was lying in. That had been six months previous. We had been to many gay bars and clubs since, but this had been the first time that Marcus had taken me to Danvers.

Danvers was notorious for being openly sexual; partner swapping and group sex in every corner. Marcus had said he wanted to take me 'to show them all how pretty my boyfriend is' and that had turned out to be true. In my new leather trousers and a tight black top Marcus had shown me off as though I were a new car. At first it had felt great; I was thrilled that he was proud of me, but soon it became clear that he did not seem to distinguish between others admiring me by looking, and by touching. I had retreated to his side yet again after being mauled by two of his 'friends' when he turned and slung an arm around my waist.

"Bill! I was just about to come get you." He said, smiling. "This is Simon." I looked over at the stocky man who was openly leering at me. I took an instant dislike to him. "Simon here's taken a bit of a fancy to you sweetheart." I looked at Marcus; at the suggestion in his face and tone. "In fact, I've said that he can take you over there so you can give him a blowjob! Marcus spoke as though he were conveying the most tremendous favour upon me. He squeezed my arse. "Gonna go?"

I was shocked and backed away. The horror of the suggestion must have been clear on my face as they both laughed.

Marcus spoke to Simon. "See? So sweet!" The he turned back to me. "Come on Bill, no need to be so vanilla. I'm letting you ok? You'll love it. Simon has a great dick." Simon grinned at me and grabbed his crotch. I turned in disgust and walked away. As I did I thought I heard him mutter something and Marcus reply.

I found a spot at the bar, ordering a drink and creating an aura around myself that made it clear I was to be left alone. I was torn. Part of me wanted to leave, to salvage some pride and show Marcus that I was not an item of clothing that he could lend out to his friends. The other part wanted to apologise, to go back and do whatever Marcus wanted to make sure he was not angry with me.

I sat at the bar for about half an hour. It was beginning to get late and I was drunk. I still had not decided whether to leave or not and I hated myself for having to even think about it. However, Marcus made the decision for me. I felt strong arms around my waist and his voice in my ear.

"Hi Billy Billy. Miss me?" I turned to face him. He looked slightly strange, almost drunk. He was smiling madly and leaning against me. His nose was red.

Marcus waggled his eyebrows at me. "How 'bout you'n me do one an' have a lil party in my bed?" Sweet relief had flooded over me and we had gone back to his house, falling into bed.

As I lay awake I had sobered up somewhat and now I had a chance to look back it seemed only too clear what had happened. Marcus had been so friendly and buoyant on the way home, cracking jokes and snapping his fingers. I had read about muggles using substances to give them a buzz. One of the signs was a red nose. It also explained what I thought I had heard as I had walked away from Marcus and Simon.

"Well, I guess you'll be paying with cash after all."

"Sorry. He's new to the scene. I'll speak to him."

I felt sick. Marcus had wanted me to perform sexual favours in return for him receiving substances I knew where illegal. I lay awake for hours before finally waking at about 8am. I levered myself from the bed, decided. 24 hours ago I had been so in love with this man that I could not think straight and now I could not even look at him without feeling angry and heartsick.

As I dragged on some clothes Marcus drifted awake.

"Hi sweetheart. What's the rush?" He patted the bed next to him." It's a Sunday. Want to stay in bed all day?" I just carried on pulling a big Aran jumper over my head. Marcus looked more awake.

"Is this about last night with Simon? Come on Bill, I gave you permission, it wouldn't have been cheating." I turned and glared at him. I could see the shock on his face. I had never stood up to him before.

"It's not about cheating Marcus. It's about respect." I shoved the rest of the clothes I had left at his into my carryall. I paused when I came to the snakeskin leather trousers. I held them for a second, considering throwing them at Marcus' head, but instead grinned to myself and threw them into the bag. Maybe they would come in useful one day.

Marcus was sitting up now. "Respect? What the fuck is the problem? Christ, I wasn't going to force you."

"But you were willing to let me do that so you could get buzzed." The lack of guilt on his face was too much. I strode out of the door, bags in hand, and once out of sight apparated into my room at The Burrows.

*

Standing at the small sink in my room I had a quick was and brushed my teeth. I was missing Marcus already, but I was determined to be strong. I was not some little woman to be cowed by a man just because he had a pretty face.

I noticed an unopened letter on my bed. It had a small Gringotts seal on the back and I opened it out. A reply to my application. I had a preliminary interview in 3 weeks in the Leaky Cauldron. I grinned and filed it. Brilliant.

I walked down the stairs to the kitchen just in time for Sunday breakfast, surprised to see my place already set. Ginny ran over and hugged me, shouting my name over and over as though she had not seen me for years, rather than the week before. I asked how they had known to set my place and my Mother pointed to the clock. My hand was on 'home'. I grinned as I sat down. I was just glad there was no part on the clock for 'getting buggered'. I sat eating breakfast, listening to Ginny tell me everything she had done in the last week, and Fred and George effuse about their impending start at Hogwarts. I was home again.