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Leaving Me To Wonder

September 9th, 2007 (07:37 pm)

Title: Leaving Me To Wonder
Pairing: Fred/George
Rating: N-17
Warnings Twincest, graphic sex, little wee bit of angst, just general messed-up-ness.
Summary: George cant seem to beat this 'little problem' that keeps cropping up around his brother
Disclaimer: Sometimes I wonder if the entire Harry Potter cast is going to rock up to my door, lead by JK herself and shout 'YOU! SICK WEIRDO! STOP WRITING THIS SHIT!'
Until then... *evil grin*

Enjoy.

~*~


“Lets open a joke shop.”

George grinned and pretended to be asleep. Fred always came up with crazy ideas. Not that George could talk, but Fred had a tendency to come up with genuinely bizarre ideas, ones that would never work. Like when they were eight and Fred had suggested trying to fly off the roof with a homemade broomstick.

“George? You listening? Oh… you’re asleep.”

Silence.

Then…

BRRRRRRRRRRRP

A great raspberry-sounding noise tore through the room, with a contented “Aaaahhhhhh…” from Fred.

George turned his giggle into a rasping snore. Fred threw a pillow at his head. “I knew it. You prat. You’re awake.”

Busted.

George faked a yawn and sat up in bed, making a production of blearily rubbing his eyes. “What’d you say, Fred?” he asked, smacking his mouth tiredly.

Fred rolled his eyes and padded barefoot over to Georges bed. George scooted over so Fred could sit on the edge. “A joke shop. You and me. What do you reckon?”

George grinned sheepishly, not sure what to say. “Err…”

Fred punched him on the arm. “Oh come on, George, it’d be great, we'd be great. This is our calling, our future, our purpose in life! You know we’d be good at it, George!” Fred finished on a whiny note.

“But could we do it? I mean, we’re not so great at… at…”

Well, anything really. Lets face it, Fred, we pretty much fail most of our classes, and the idea that we could run our own business is laughable.

George didn’t say all this, of course. He could never bring himself to wipe that 200 watt smile off Fred’s face.

“What are you pratting on about? Look, George, if there’s one thing we know, its jokes, right? So, if there’s one thing we’re destined to be great at, it’s a joke shop!” Fred beamed proudly at his twelve-year-old logic.

George shook his head, laughing. “Yeah… yeah, why not? ‘course we could do it!” Fred clapped his hand on his twins shoulder and strode over his own bed, leaving George smiling at his ceiling.

Yes… George liked the sound of a joke shop.

But then, he had also liked the sound of that homemade broomstick.

~*~


“Right, what’s this one say here, George?”

George leaned over the scrap of parchment spread over his bed and attempted to decipher his own apalling handwriting.

“Oh, that!” He snatched the paper and pointed to a scrawled footnote. “Ton-Tongue toffee!”

Fred scrambled over and sat by his brother. “Ton what-now?”

“Tongue toffee.” George supplied. “I worked out the magic yesterday. You feed it to a friend and their tongue gets really big.”

Fred snorted. “I can think of a fair few uses for that!” he nudged George, waggling his eyes up and down before collapsing into peals of laughter. George turned scarlet. He hadn’t even thought of that.

“Oh, shut up you stupid bastard!” George seized his pillow tackled his brother to the floor, pummelling him into the carpet. Fred was still shrieking vulgar suggestions and laughing whenever he found his mouth free of the pillow (which George was now attempting to clamp over his twins face while suppressing his own dirty snorts).

Boys will be boys.

“So when did you think of this idea, George?” Fred gasped, trying to come up for air while George had him pinned to the floor with his knees.

“Two days ago.” George replied politely before smacking the pillow into Fred’s face.

“And what, may I ask, were you doing at the time you thought of how useful it would be to have a giant tongue?” Fred howled with laughter despite the pillow punctuating his laughter with heavy blows to his larynx.

“Thinking about a certain someone were you?” Fred snorted. “You, brother, are a filthy creature. Filthy, filthy, filthy, filthy…” Fred mocked, squeezing his eyes shut and thrashing his head from side to side to avoid the imminent pillow-bashing.

“Filthy, disgusting, dirty, perverted, sick, twisted, depraved…” Fred stopped. He stopped because George had stopped. No pillows were punctuating Fred’s verbal abuse. Fred opened his eyes and saw George, flaming red, with the pillow pressed tight against his lap.

“George?” Fred asked curiously, laughing a little. “What-” without warning, George sprang from Freds waist and bolted from the room. As he left, Fred caught a quick sight of the tented fabric of George’s pants. Fred heard the bathroom door slam while he sat in the middle of their bedroom wondering what the bloody hell had just happened.

~*~


“So what else do we have?” Fred yawned, stretching his arms over his head. George was bent over beside him, rifling through a large trunk, which was two-thirds of the way full with the most bizarre-looking objects. There were black hats adorned with fluffy pink feathers, wands that jumped and twitched, and various, slightly sinister-looking lollies, one of which George now retrieved to show his twin, who was stretched out lazily atop his bed.

“Blood-Blister Pods.” George grinned, standing up and holding up a brightly wrapped sweet. “Take one and-”

“You come up in blood blisters.” Fred concluded, nodding knowledgeably. “Nice one.” Fred took the sweet and held it up to the light as though checking for a watermark. “Does it work?”

George shrugged. “Dunno. Haven’t tested it yet.”

“Well then,” Fred grinned and tossed the lolly back to George. “No time like the present, is there?”

George laughed and unwrapped the sweet. Fred raised his eyebrows and propped his hands behind his head as George popped the candy into his mouth and beamed expectantly.

At first… nothing.

Then…

…more nothing.

Nothing happened.

“Maybe it takes time?” Suggested Fred, frowning thoughtfully. George raised his arms in front of him and turned them over, as though trying to spot little red dots forming in between the sprinklings of ginger.

“It should be doing something though…” George muttered, shaking his head. “I made them using blood-replenishing principles, and I used a charm to direct the blood-flow. There’s no way it could just do nothing. I don’t understand-” George stopped, his eyes popping wide suddenly as though he had just been struck in the back of the head by a heavy object.

Fred sat up, alarmed. “George? George, you alright, mate?”

George didn’t say anything, just stared straight ahead, opening and closing his mouth like a horrified goldfish. Then, slowly, as though he dreaded what he might see, George looked down his body. Fred followed George gaze until he was staring at his twins waist.

Fred burst out laughing.

“Oh my god, George, oh my god!” Fred shook his head and collapsed back onto his bed, covering his face with his hands and shaking with mirth. George turned scarlet and watched as his cock continued to rise under his trousers, getting harder and harder, until it was straining at full attention.

Fucking, buggering hell.

“It’s not meant to do that! The blood flow is meant to go… it’s meant to… IT’S SUPPOSED TO CAUSE BLOOD BLISTERS!” George babbled, flushing furiously and clutching at his crotch and trying to push it into submission, which did nothing to help matters. He only jumped and gave an unconscious thrust at the touch to his sensitive skin. Fred roared with laughter and fell off the bed and out of sight.

“We need to fix this…” George ran a hand through his hair, staring at his tented crotch.

“No!” Fred gasped, re-emerging and clawing his way back onto the bed. “No we bloody well don’t. Leave the sweets like they are! Fuck the Blood-Blister Pods, George, you’ve invented the ultimate prank… Rock-Cock Candy!” Fred threw his head back and belted out gales of dirty laughter.

“I mean fix THIS! It’s not going down!” George gestured towards the bulge in his trousers. The swelling sensation was steadily increasing and George jerked his hips in involuntary response. “Fred, I think its getting worse…” He moaned, thrusting again into thin air. Fred ignored him, still helpless with laughter.

“No… no, you know what you’ve gone and done, George?” Fred wheezed, propping himself onto his elbow and holding his side. “You’ve gone and bloody invented WIZARDING VIAGRA!” Fred howled, screwing his face up into an expression close to pain. George wore a similar expression himself as he felt his groin getting harder and warmer with involuntary arousal.

“Yeah, orright, very bloody amusing, but what the hell am I meant to do about this?” George hissed as his cock swelled further with no encouragement whatsoever. Fred rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow at his brother.

“What do you mean ‘what are you meant to do about it’? Have you not had that thing for years? Do you need an instruction manual?”

Even in front of his own twin and in his current state, George blushed at talking about masturbation. “I’m not going to do that…” George muttered, then moaned as his cock throbbed under its magical influence.

Fred smirked. “I don’t think it’s up to you, mate.” He snickered as George doubled over, trying to keep his itching hands from wandering into his groin.

Oh fuck, George was so hard by now and all he wanted was release… George had a feeling if he so much as touched himself, even through his trousers, he would be coming harder that he had ever come in his life and the thought scared him a little. He knew it would be unavoidable- his cock just kept getting harder and more sensitive, swelling like a balloon yearning to burst. George screwed his hands into fists and broke out in a sweat as his balls started to tighten.

“Tell you what.” Fred snapped his fingers as though a brilliant idea had struck him. “I’ll fetch Mum, she’s brilliant with magical medical mishaps, we’ll see what she can make of it!” Fred hopped off the bed and got as far as two steps before a large weight tackled his middle, sending him crashing to the floor. Fred smirked and flipped over onto his back and found himself face-to-face with George who was red, sweating, and looking utterly mad.

“Don’t… you… dare…” panted George, planting his knees on either side of Fred’s body and pinning his arms above his head. Still giggling, Fred struggled against George, but George pushed his weight onto Fred’s wrists. Hard.

Fred yelped and stopped laughing. That had hurt. George didn’t seem to care- he looked livid, wild, his pupils were blown and his eyes were unfocussed. George’s cock was straining so hard, it was almost painful, and he tightened his grip on Fred’s wrists again to relieve some tension. Fred made a loud, pained noise and George growled.

“George, what-” Fred stopped and his eyes went wide as George lowered his hips until his hard-on was pressing into Fred’s belly. George took a deep-shuddering breath and pushed his hips into Fred, rutting his swollen crotch against his twin. George was bright red, his hair matted with sweat and his face twisted into a hungry snarl as he thrust relentlessly against his brother. His hands grew tighter around Fred’s wrists, eliciting more pained yells and groans until George stopped and stiffened. He made a choked noise and trembled violently with his eyes screwed shut and Fred knew he was coming. With a final grunt, George released Fred’s wrists and collapsed on top of him.

They lay in silence for a few moments, Fred still pinned under George’s warm, sweaty and immobile body. Fred could feel Georges erection deflating against his thigh and could feel cool beads of sweat dripping down on him from George’s forehead. George pushed himself up against Fred’s body and stared down at his twin.

“George?”

George’s eyes softened for the briefest of moments, his mouth opening as though to offer some kind of explanation. George shifted his weight, dropping his head and bringing his lips perilously close to those of his brother. Then, without warning, George pushed up from the floor and ran, slamming the door as he went, leaving Fred to wonder if the past ten minutes had actually happened.

~*~


Hot water beat over George’s back as he rested his head against the cool tiled wall of the Quidditch change-room showers. The day had been a complete fiasco. He’d gotten a ‘P’ on a Charms paper. The team had gotten hardly any practise in. And Katie Bell was in hospital wing, having to take blood-replenishing potion every hour because of his and Fred’s stupid sweets. For the millionth time, but for an entirely different reason, George wished he had never thought of the Blood-Blister Pods.

“Jesus. You quite done yet?”

George gasped and span around, slipping on the soapy floor and landing flat on his arse. “Fred, you utter bastard!” He swore, rubbing his backside as he stood up. Fred didn’t move. “Do you mind? I’m in the middle of a shower here!” George said crossly.

“I noticed.” Fred smirked and George blushed, draping one hand in front of his crotch.

“Oh for Christs sake!” Fred snapped, exasperated. “I’m your TWIN, remember? I know what it looks like!”

“Orright, orright, don’t shout…” George grumbled, moving his hand away from his groin, wondering why Fred sounded so irritated. “Watch it, Fred, one might get to thinking you want a look at my gear!”

Fred snorted and bent to untie his shoelaces. George froze. “What are you doing?” He asked, his voice a little higher than normal. Fred blinked, gesturing to his sweaty Quidditch robes.

“Taking a shower? Unless you think the ladies prefer the au’ natural scent of a man, perhaps?” Fred sniffed an armpit and made a face. “Perhaps not.

Fred pulled his Quidditch robes over his head at a speed far too slow not to be deliberate. George held his breath as Fred removed his pants and shorts and stood under a second shower nozzle. Hot water began to beat down onto Fred’s body, and he made a pleased little noise as the dirt and grime was washed from his hair.

“Mmm… yes…” He murmured, reaching for the soap. Fred lathered himself up, rubbing frothy hands over his chest as he tilted his head back, letting the water cascade over his face. When Fred shook the water out of his eyes, he turned towards George, who was facing the wall opposite.

“Hey George. Not your best angle, mate.” Fred laughed, flicking soap suds at Georges arse.

George didn’t move.

“George?” Fred leaned forwards, frowning. “George…?”

“Why me?!” George suddenly burst out, whipping around. Fred’s eyes widened at the sight of George’s fully-erect prick.

Fred stepped back as though it might cross George’s mind to try and molest him again. “George… look, mate…”

George interrupted, slamming his palm into the bathroom wall. “Why does this keep happening? Why does it keep happening around you? Why, Fred? What the hell is wrong with me? Why does it seem like every time you and me are alone together, at some point, for some reason I FUCKING END UP LIKE THIS???” George roared, nearly hitting himself between the legs as he violently gestured to his raging hard-on. Fred didn’t say anything. There was too much truth in Georges words to argue.

George stood in the silent bathroom for a moment, his cock still standing at attention. With a final curse, George left the shower, grabbed a dirty set of Quidditch robes which could have belonged to anybody and headed back towards Gryffindor Tower, leaving Fred wondering how the bloody hell they were going to get out of this one.

~*~


Fred and George didn’t speak for three days. Nobody had a clue why, but it was starting whispers. Ron kept bothering George about it, asking if they’d had a falling out. George told Ron that if he didn’t mind his own sodding business, Ron would be doing a bit of falling out of his own, most likely right out of Gryffindor Tower window. Ron turned scarlet and muttered something about an overdue potions assignment before scrurrying off out of the now-deserted common room.

“Bit harsh on the younger one, weren’t you?”

George groaned. Deserted Merlin’s arse.

George rose from his chair and made to leave for the portrait hole.

“Don’t go.” Fred said quickly, seizing George’s hand. George tugged it out, refusing to meet Fred’s eye as he did so. “George, we have to talk! We cant keep avoiding each other forever!”

“Was working so far…” George muttered, but stopped and hung his head. He was wishing more than ever that he had kept the unspoken truth to himself so that he and Fred could continue pretending things were normal. Except things were never really normal. Nothing had been normal since that first day in their bedroom, when George had become so inexplicably aroused at the sight and feel of Fred writhing underneath him. George bit his lip in shame as tears stung at his eyes.

“I’m a complete freak, aren’t I?” George whispered, refusing to meet Fred’s eye. “You can say it. I know you’re thinking it. It’s disgusting and abnormal, I know, and I wish I didn’t… didn’t… fancy you.” George stopped to take a breath as he spoke aloud the dirty secret he had kept for years. “But I do. And you’re honestly better off just… leaving.” George felt his breath catch on that last word and shuddered as he felt Fred’s hand on his shoulder.

“I’m never leaving you.” Fred said firmly, cupping George’s face. “Never.” Fred drew George close and into a hug.

George felt tears sting his eyes, hating himself for the involuntary flare of arousal that resulted from the feel of Fred’s warm body against his own. George bit back a sob as his gut started to tingle and his prick started to stir.

“Let me go, Fred.”

“No.” Fred held on tighter.

George struggled feebly against the warm embrace, taking short, shuddering breaths and twisting his face away from his brothers shoulder. “Please, Fred, let me go, just let me…” George bit his lip in humiliation as his hardening prick rubbed against his brother’s leg. Fred inhaled sharply, but still refused to relinquish his grasp.

“Oh, George…” George screwed his eyes shut as the words of disappointment filled his ears. “Oh George.

George’s eyes flew open. That last note was most certainly not one of disappointment. George knitted his brows together and opened his mouth to ask. “Fred, what the…”

With no hesitation or warning, Fred shifted his hips sharply, bringing his groin in contact with George’s body.

George gasped as the unmistakeable feel of hard flesh brushed against his thigh, so light and teasing at first, George was sure he was imagining it. But then there it was again, firm and undeniable- Fred’s reaction pushing into George’s leg and warming the front of his school robes.

“George…” Fred murmured, bringing a hand up from his brother’s back to cradle the back of his head. “I…” Fred blushed and bit his lip and George didn’t need him to finish that sentence, because in the next instant, he had seized Fred by the face and was kissing him, richly, deeply and all Fred could do was groan and try to communicate through kissing.

I love you, every slide of tongue seemed to whisper, I love you, I love you… George whimpered and drank those words, running his fingers up along Fred’s scalp to tangle in his hair.

George’s hands threaded through Fred’s hair, unknowingly working through tensions Fred was unaware of, causing him to moan in appreciation. George broke away and gasped at the noise and his hips snapped in response. He looked much the same as he had when he had taken the Blister Pods, his eyes wild and his face reddening.

Fred laughed, moving forwards with his hips, nudging George backwards with promising thrusts. George jumped in surprise as his back connected with the wall, and Fred used the momentary distraction to do something utterly cruel. With George off guard, Fred crushed their groins together, relishing in George’s surprised yelp.

“OhfuckinghellyesFredjustdothat!” George gushed desperately as Fred started grinding their clothed cocks together. The feeling was incredible, rough and desperate, and Fred had half a mind to rut George into the common room wall here and now. The other half of his mind was taunting him with a selection of other choices parading through his mind as a series of pornographic images. Fred groaned at all the forbidden temptations and gave a sudden, harsh thrust into an unwitting George.

“Ugh… uh, God!” George managed to groan, clawing at Fred’s back and trying to stop his hips from shooting right across the room.

Fred kept up the steady grind, every roll of his hips pulling George closer and closer to the edge. He could feel, through layers of fabric Fred’s cock… Fred’s cock… rock hard, George could tell, and probably straining against his foreskin for contact. George could imagine it, hot and red and heavy, staining a dark patch onto Fred’s underwear…

“FUCK!” George shouted, as his cock jerked violently with a powerful carnal jolt. “Oh fuck, Fred, I’m going to come!” George seized handfuls of the back of Fred’s robes and braced himself for his inevitable orgasm.

“You want to come like this? Want to come in your pants, right here, right now?” Fred said it all in breathy pants, grinding harder and faster, his cock throbbing eagerly in encouragement. George’s eyes went impossibly wide, sliding in and out of focus, even rolling into the back of his head, as every cell in his body stated to tingle. Fred watched unblinkingly as George’s face transformed into one of pure, desperate, overwhelming pleasure.

“Oh God! Oh Fred yes, oh yes, fuck me, oh… oh-oh-h…” George cried out as his balls drew up and shot what felt like a lightning bolt of pure ecstasy through his cock. George’s balls throbbed in appreciation as his cock softened, despite the relentless thrusting of his brother.

George opened his eyes and let his jaw drop at the sight of his twin. Fred’s pupils were blown, unfocussed and his mouth was slightly open to accompany a facial expression close to awe. Fred licked those lips as he deliberately faltered his thrusts and looked at George expectantly. “You said… you said…”

George clicked- he’d asked Fred to fuck him. Oh God, he’d asked Fred to fuck him. The image sprung forth, unbidden and George’s spent cock perked interestedly- Fred, buried balls deep inside of him, pounding into his arse. Oh fuck…

“Do it!” George gasped as his cock re-awakened and called forth every available blood cell in George’s body. His cock filled with amazing rapidity considering he’d already come, and it ached a little, but the idea of Fred taking him here and now was so fucking arousing.

Fred seemed to think so, if the raspy moans were anything to go by. Quick as a flash, Fred seized the front of George’s robes and pulled desperately at every clasp he could find. The robe fell to the ground, revealing a taunting line of buttons holding together the cursed fabric that sheilded George’s chest from view.

Fuck you all, Fred thought savagely as he tore the shirt apart, showering the common room carpet with buttons. The boys gasped in unison for different reasons- George, at the feel of cool air against his chest. Fred, at the sight of Georges freckled chest and dark nipples, hard and stiff, much like other parts of his anatomy bulging against their confines.

Fred’s eyes returned to their wild, unfocused state as he dropped his gaze and hands to George’s trousers, unmercifully tearing the fly apart and removing George’s lower garments with one fell swoop. Fred had been expecting a gasp or a moan on Georges part- what he heard instead was a giggle. Fred looked up and through his lust-drunk haze, saw George laughing and looking at his prick.

Every time we’re alone together, I end up like this.” George recited their conversation three days ago with a smirk, rubbing his fingers against his swollen cock, which strained against his foreskin in response.

Fred’s mouth watered as he fell to his knees and let that stiff, sticky, purple pole of flesh brush against his cheek, smearing a trail of pre-come across his face. Fred clasped it gently and slid it easily into his mouth.

George yelped and seized a handful of Fred’s hair. He was so fucking sensitive after coming once already that Fred’s ministrations seemed almost unbearable on his over-stimulated flesh.

“Oh Merlin!” George whimpered as Fred started wanking him with his mouth, curling his tongue around George’s prick and dragging his teeth teasingly along the head. George’s thigh started quivering and Fred resisted the urge to smirk around the cock in his mouth, choosing instead to flicker his tongue against the leaking slit, tasting the wicked-good flavours, as George’s moans started sounding as though they were making some attempt at formulating words.

“Oh god, Fred, don’t, I’m going to come!” George gasped for the second time that evening.

Fred did smirk this time. “Since when is that a bad thing?” He asked devilishly, licking his lips.

George didn’t answer, but bit his lip and backed away from Fred, across the room, over to the empty, red leather couch, keeping his eyes on Fred all the while. There, he lay back into the cushions, spreading his legs and exposing his arse, his red cock sticking up between his white thighs like a beacon.

Fred’s eyes went wide as he leapt to his feet, his cock jerking in much awaited anticipation, and strode viciously across the room, removing every shred of clothing as he did so.

George watched, rubbing his cock soothingly as Fred stepped out of his school pants and stood, naked and hard before his twin. Slowly, as though he were in a trance, Fred lowered himself in the V of his brothers splayed legs and brushed his cockhead against the coarse red bristles furring George’s balls. Hanging on to his last thread of control, Fred cupped Georges chin and spoke seriously.

“Ever since I found out...” He said hoarsley, lust making his voice ragged and needy, “…knew that you… felt for me… I’ve wanted… things I shouldn’t want. Things I shouldn’t even think about wanting.” Fred bought his forehead down to meet his twins. “But you’re all I can think about, George. I think about only you when we’re apart. Hell, I think about you when we’re together. And I cant stop thinking about you when you’re hard and I know it’s for me…”

Fred squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. “The times I’ve wanted… wanted to… wanted to…” Fred said it all in little gasps, he couldn’t seem to get the words out.

“What, Fred?” George said urgently, in a voice higher than normal, needing to hear more. “What did you want to do?”

Unable to speak, Fred demonstrated his point rather effectively by slipping a calloused finger into the crack of Georges arse.

George gasped and seized Fred’s shoulder as Fred started circling George’s hole, teasing the tight knot, coaxing the bracing muscles to relax to his intended intrusion. Slowly, Fred felt George’s arse admit defeat and allow Fred’s finger to work its way through George’s channel. George whimpered and locked his ankles behind Fred’s back.

“You like it, yeah?” Fred whispered, speeding his hand up ever so slightly, delighting in a strangled groan as he brushed against George’s prostate. George nodded frantically, reaching eagerly for Fred’s cock, snaking his hand between their bodies to seize the hot, hard length of flesh he’d been dreaming about for years.

As George wrapped a hand around his twin, Fred leaned in to kiss his brother and George didn’t think there could ever be a better kiss than this one. It was hot and wet and desperate, Fred’s tongue kept sliding against his own as he worked in a second finger.

George’s cock jerked nervously as Fred kept touching against his sweet spot, sure that the next brush of friction would send him over the edge.

“Inside me,” George begged, shifting away from those delightfully wicked fingers providing him with more pleasure than he could handle. Fred breathed hotly against George’s neck as he withdrew his digits, and Georges arse contracted as though to make up for the loss.

“Fuck me…” George whispered, his eyes swimming. It all seemed too much to take. Fred was going to fuck him. Fred. Was. Going. To. Fuck. Him. Oh GOD. “Please, Fred, I can’t wait anymore!” George cried, digging his fingers into the couch cushions in a desperate attempt to control himself.

Fred quickly spat into his hand and slicked his cock with saliva. It wasn’t the best lube, but George’s arse was already so stretched and moist with sweat, Fred doubted very much if it would matter.

“Ready?” Fred asked, aligning his cock with George’s hole.

George nodded impatiently and squeezed his thighs around Fred’s waist, much in the fashion that a jockey signals a horse to go. At the feel of George’s inner thighs pushing against him, Fred was propelled forwards by some unbidden instinct, pushing his cockhead into Georges tight arse.

“Ohmygod!” George bellowed before Fred was even half way in. It took every vestige of Fred’s self control, but he managed to stop himself from ploughing onwards and took a moment to allow George to adjust. He used the opportunity to collect himself. If he didn’t go slower, Fred suspected both he and George would be coming before he was even fully sheathed.

“Keep going…” George whispered as the initial burn died down, only to be replaced with a burning desire to the thoroughly fucked.

Fred was only to eager to comply and pushed himself in further, deeper, groaning with both the hot, tight feel of George, and also with the effort it took not to bury himself deep into that clenched passage.

At long last, Fred felt the base of his cock slip up and against coarse, scratchy pubic hair and he almost came at the thought that he was fully inside George. George, who was breathing in short, pained little pants, seemed to be thinking along the same lines.

“George…” Fred whispered, clenching his eyes shut. “I have to move.” If Fred didn’t move now, he was going to explode!

George nodded, biting his lip as Fred started thrusting in and out of him with a relieved moan. George opened his legs wider and lifted his hips to make the penetration easier, offering his arse up for a good, solid fucking.

“Oh HELL!” Fred shouted as he sped up his thrusts; after what seemed like hours upon hours of endless foreplay he was finally fucking. The word intoxicated Fred’s brain, stealing over his senses and playing on an endless loop, repeating itself with every stab inside his brother… fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking…

The word roared in Fred’s ears, drawing out that raw, savage impulse that had Fred ploughing his hips into his brothers arse, pounding him furiously, relentlessly into the red leather couch cushions. George’s continuous moan was broken by each bout of friction Fred forced upon him and his cock was purple with unattended need. George wrapped a hand around it, tugging frantically as Fred snarled and pushed himself into George as deep as was possible.

“Oh, fuck…” George whimpered as Fred ground his hips unmercifully into Georges hot, tight hole, before pulling out and resuming his savage, ferocious fucking.

“Fuck, yes, you love it!” Fred hissed triumphantly, striking George’s prostate with a particularly hard jab.

Fred’s cock was cheering him on shamelessly as every muscle of his body strained and worked at full pelt; arms pulling his torso up and down the length of George’s body, legs pushing his hips forwards, slapping the fronts of his thighs against the back of George’s. Fred could feel the sweat rolling off him in beads, showering George and the leather couch beneath them. The couch was almost as slick as the boys themselves, and it was practically obscene the way their bodies slid against the leather as Fred drilled George hard and fast against the sweat-stained furniture.

“Oh god!” George cried in what sounded almost like a squeal, bucking madly as his second orgasm came hurtling out of nowhere, swooping down upon him and claiming him as he thrashed wildly under his brother, striving for a similar release. “FUCKINGHELL, OH FUCK!” George screamed and screamed as hot come fountained from his prick and splattered across Fred’s chest.

Fred felt George’s arse clench and spasm around him, and he shouted wordlessly as his balls drew up tight, his well-deserved orgasm beginning just as George’s ended.

“Fuck YES!” He roared, thrusting once more into George, so brutally that it sent them both sprawling forwards, off the couch and onto the floor. George could feel sticky warmth coating his insides and could feel Fred’s hot, beating, sweat drenched body collapse on top of him.

George was soon getting increasingly uncomfortable with his twins weight on top of him. Fred sensed Georges discomfort and rolled sideways onto the floor, pulling George into his arms so the boys could lay together on the floor.

“Fred?” George muttered placidly, wriggling a little in Fred’s arms. “Is this wrong?”

Fred sighed, not wanting to lie. “To somebody, I’m sure. Well, to some people. Well… to the world… yeah probably.” He said honestly, feeling George sigh against his front. “But to you and me, Georgie… there’s more right in this than can ever be wrong. And that’s all I give a shit about.”

George made a contented noise and fell asleep, despite the fact that he would soon have to wake in order to head back up to their dormitory, leaving Fred to wonder if it were possible to love anyone else in the world more than the person who lay (snoring loudly) in his arms.

THE END…

…?

~*~


Ron leaned against the wall of the dormitory door, his face a mask of horror, his heart pounding somewhere in the region of his throat.

Oh my god.

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Read more in Part Two… Watching in Horror

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Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: March 9th, 2008 01:38 pm (UTC)
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bwa ha ha ha evol Ron....

No, not so much evol as horrified. Poor Ron. Nasty shock.

And thank you ^_^ for the praise and for reading xx

Posted by: YOUNG MAN, THERE'S NO NEED TO FEEL (la_dissonance)
Posted at: March 29th, 2008 04:50 am (UTC)

Posted by: Mistress of Bacon (confusinated)
Posted at: March 9th, 2008 12:43 pm (UTC)
bitches

OMG! the common room...of course at least one person will see...now i'm curious as to what Ron will do...oh, i love it!

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: March 9th, 2008 01:42 pm (UTC)
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Yes. I did discuss this with Fred and George.

F&G: We wanna do it in the common room!
kate: No can do. You'll get caught.
F&G: No we won't!
kate: Promise?
F&G: Promise!
kate: Fine.

Two hours later...
kate: God damn it, you two!
Ron: ....zomg!


Thanks for reading ^_^ xx

Posted by: Mistress of Bacon (confusinated)
Posted at: March 10th, 2008 04:29 pm (UTC)

Posted by: pepper (jean_c_pepper)
Posted at: March 9th, 2008 02:00 pm (UTC)

This was just wonderful.

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: March 9th, 2008 02:08 pm (UTC)
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thank you very much darl ^_^ thank you for reading
xx

Posted by: daddybear716 (daddybear716)
Posted at: March 9th, 2008 03:55 pm (UTC)
white meat

That was exceptionally hot! As well as just being so Fred and George.

Personally I think JKR reads slash and squeals with delight over it.

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: March 10th, 2008 12:54 am (UTC)
pic#64936965

*lolz @ ur icon*

Yes, I often wonder how JK deals with slash.

the_flic wrote a frankly fantastic story where Snape and Harry are arguing over fanfic. It's seroiusly lol-worthy.

lol

(thank you for reading ^_^)

Posted by: Mistress of Bacon (confusinated)
Posted at: March 10th, 2008 04:30 pm (UTC)

Posted by: kaitlin nicole (klokskapen)
Posted at: March 9th, 2008 04:45 pm (UTC)

This was amazing :]
Are you really going to have a part 2?
If so, can't wait!

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: March 10th, 2008 01:01 am (UTC)

Thank you! Yes, there is a part two, but I'm going to be uber evil and wait before I post it *evil grin*
xx

Posted by: savagewoman (savagewoman)
Posted at: March 9th, 2008 05:47 pm (UTC)
Fuckyes.

Hawtness! Great mix of angsty and sexy :) Can't wait for more!

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: March 10th, 2008 01:09 am (UTC)
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thank you very much!
Yes, I do feel that most incest needs a bit of angst.
xx

Posted by: i love you in the morning (saiilorsong)
Posted at: March 12th, 2008 01:38 am (UTC)

Oh no! Ron don't ruin the wonderful Fred and George!! Haha.

This was amaaazing. I was so excited when I saw it bc I hadn't seen very much new F/G in a whileee. =)

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: March 12th, 2008 04:44 am (UTC)
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Bahaha, Ron should have stayed in his dorm like a good boy. Was his fault =P

Thank you, yeah, I normally do Weasleycest (because its just hot beyond words) but for a while I've been doing Snarry and Malfoycest. But now I'm back on the good stuff! ^_^ I need to post my George/Percy series, but I want to finnish beta-ing it before I post here

Thanks for reading ^_^
xxx

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Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: March 14th, 2008 12:36 pm (UTC)
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*lols until she passes out*

that was by far the best review I've ever gotten

*is very tempted to alter sequel to your wishes....*

xxx

Posted by: Christopher Marlowe (christophem)
Posted at: March 16th, 2008 05:00 am (UTC)
Kaoru: I vote!

“What do you mean ‘what are you meant to do about it’? Have you not had that thing for years? Do you need an instruction manual?”


SOO HOT. And really, really inappropriately funny. Is it just me? Was it just me who was in giggles the entire time? I mean, the sex was phenomenal. The angst was soo angsty. But I had this goofy laughing smile the entire time.

Made me feel warm and fuzzy. Yay, incest!

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: March 16th, 2008 10:10 am (UTC)
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Thank you! ^_^ *beams*

I was grinning through most of this *lol* I sort of alternated between giggling and panting.

YAY! Incest!

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Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: March 20th, 2008 08:46 am (UTC)
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*squee* love your icon!

And thank you, I'm waiting for my beta to send it back to me *taps foot impatiently* lol

Posted by: playful_whisper (playful_whisper)
Posted at: March 22nd, 2008 06:03 am (UTC)

Wow...your stories are so eloquently hott. And (appropriately) I say, fuck yeah I'm reading Part Two!

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: March 22nd, 2008 11:33 am (UTC)
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You're in luck, my Beta just sent me part two (finally) lol
SO I is posting it up very soon (like in the next hour or so lol)
Thank you ^_^
zz

Posted by: playful_whisper (playful_whisper)
Posted at: March 23rd, 2008 02:56 am (UTC)

Posted by: 1taintedsoul (1taintedsoul)
Posted at: March 25th, 2008 11:35 pm (UTC)
fgheads

OH MY GOD !!!!!!

Wow! That's hot. Off to rec to all my twincesty friends.

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: March 31st, 2008 11:27 pm (UTC)
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ooh, someone has a good taste in friends ^_^

Haha most of my friends have either disowned me or keep recommending me therapy

hang on, allow me to ask one of my friends his opinion on slashlove/twincest.

Kate: So, friend, what is your opinion on slashlove?
Friend: Er . . . . . . . I think I'm becoming desensitised to it. That happens, being friends with Kate . . .
Kate: And twincest?
Friend: That's not even a word!!!!! *hides under bed*


Twincest Noun.
The act or practise on engaging in sexual relations with ones own twin.

ORIGIN Middle English : from Latin incestus, incestum ‘unchastity, incest,’ from in- ‘not’ + castus ‘chaste.’ Put twin on the front of it and bingo.

Posted by: YOUNG MAN, THERE'S NO NEED TO FEEL (la_dissonance)
Posted at: March 29th, 2008 04:44 am (UTC)

omg....i can picture Ron's 'mask of horror' perfectly...ah, how I love you and your face, rupert grint! Anyway, the story...it was good! hot, and all - you know XD though maybe I should save reading the sequel until I have a bit less homework to do...

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: March 31st, 2008 11:31 pm (UTC)
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*squee* thank you! *glomp*

yes, wait til you have less homework and more chocolate. Fanfic goes well with chocolate I find..

mm. Chocolatly love...

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Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: April 30th, 2008 05:52 am (UTC)
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Eee! Thank you!
I do love my Fred and George, & they're not getting as much action as they deserve ^_^

Posted by: Megan // Mikkel (mahmfic)
Posted at: May 15th, 2008 06:11 am (UTC)
the author

that was so hot and awesome

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: August 25th, 2009 01:55 pm (UTC)

Thanks :) wow, late comment reply or what? sorry bout that :)

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