A/N Happy 19th birthday, Jennie!!! I love that I have the chance to do this for you. You’re my bestest friend even though we live so far apart and we’ve never met face to face…. Yet! I so can’t wait till June.
I really hope you like this.
Warning for others reading this: YAOI! ANGST! TWINCEST! That means brothers in LUVVVV. Angst. LEMON!! I mean it, there is a lemon! That means sex!!
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Two years after Voldemort’s defeat, Fred Weasley found himself waiting for his brother, George Weasley to apparate home.
Fred couldn’t wait to see his brother; it felt like the other had been gone forever.
Hearing a ‘poof’, Fred turned around seeing a smiling George.
“George! I’ve missed you! I love you,” Fred blurted, his face matching his hair. George grinned, hugging his brother, who he hadn’t seen in a week.
“Aww, I love you, too.” George said.
Fred grunted, pulling away from George. “I…”
Fred turned away from his twin, biting his lower lip.
‘What is wrong with me? He’s my brother… my twin brother…’ Fred sighed, fighting frustrated tears.
‘How come I have to feel like this about George of all people.’
Fred clenched his fists.
“Fred,” George said, concerned about his brother. “What’s wrong?” Fred was now shaking and it was pretty clear that he was crying.
George engulfed his twin in a hug; Fred pushed him away, red in the face.
“It’s too much; all too much. Why don’t you just leave me alone?” Fred yelled, apparating.
George crumbled; why was Fred so mad at him? The redhead’s heart ached. Something wasn’t right at all.
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“Mum, how’s Fred been doing?” George looked at his mum. At the moment he was back home; he just didn’t feel like going to the apartment he shared with Fred.
“I was only away for a week or so… but now that I’m back… Fred seems really angry…or sad.” George sighed.
Molly sighed in the same fashion her son just did, “Fred has been acting depressed; he’s been moping around… it started right after you left to visit your girlfriend.”
George screwed up his face in annoyance, “she’s no longer my girlfriend. I finally realized I didn’t love her like that.”
‘Why would Fred become depressed right after I left? Is he jealous because I had a girlfriend?’
“Bye mum. I’m going to go talk to Fred.”
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“Fred, please don’t flee this time. I want to talk to you.” George cornered his brother in his bedroom.
“What is wrong with you?” George put his arms on either side of Fred, pushing him against the wall.
Fred blushed… the way George was acting… it was almost like he was coming on to him… but that would never happen.
“Nothing’s wrong.” Fred mumbled, turning his head away from his brother.
“Something is the matter and it kills me to see you so upset. I don’t want my brother hurting. Can’t I do something to make you feel better?” George pleaded, moving closer to Fred. His chest even brushed against Fred’s.
“Y-you want to know what you can do?” Fred whispered, “you can go away and leave me alone.”
George was close to tears, which was odd for him, “Fred, what did I do to you? Why are you so angry at me? Why do you sound like you hate me?”
George pulled his brother into a hug, burying his head in his hair. “If you’re jealous because I have a girlfriend, then don’t be… I broke up with her. I never loved her like that.”
The distraught teen trembled, “please don’t hate me.”
Fred pushed George away from him, “I don’t hate you. I’m not jealous… I’m not mad at you…” Fred placed his hands on George’s face, “I’m mad at myself; I hate myself.”
“Why?” George whispered.
In answer, Fred leaned up, kissing George on the lips.
“Because like I said, I love you, don’t hate me.” Fred looked away from his brother, trembling in fear.
George was shocked, yes, but he could never, no matter what, hate his twin brother. Fred was like his other half. With out Fred, he wasn’t whole.
“That’s why you were depressed when I left… you were missing me?” George looked at Fred, making the teen look back at him.
Fred blushed, nodding. “Yeah… and I guess I was a little jealous of the girlfriend… I couldn’t stand the thought of you and her… doing things I can never dream to do with you.”
“I’ve fallen so low. I love you; I want you and I don’t care how wrong it is.” Fred flushed. Maybe that was saying a little too much.
Crumbling against George’s chest, Fred cried. “I love you.” he kept murmuring over and over again.
Fred suddenly pushed George away, and rushed past him. “Without you, I’ll die.” he threw behind him.
George’s eyes went wide. What? He didn’t want to hear something like that. If Fred was gone… he had no reason to live.
Crumbling to the ground, George covered his mouth and cried.
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Fred found his brother three hours later in the same spot. Though now, he was asleep and his face was puffy and red.
Silently, Fred walked over to his brother, kneeling down next to him.
“George, I’m going to go now. I can’t stay here knowing you’d never think of me that way… that our relationship would never be the same… even if we try to move on.” Leaning down, Fred gently kissed George on the forehead.
“I do love you, more ways then one.” Fred whispered, starting to stand up.
“Don’t.” George grabbed Fred’s hand, pulling him back down. “Don’t go.” George looked like he would cry again, “please… I don’t want you to leave.”
“But my feelings make you feel weird and I couldn’t stand living here if you didn’t feel the same way.” Fred whispered. “It would be agony.”
“It will be agony for me if you leave, so please stay. Fred, you’re my brother and I love you… maybe more then a brother should love a brother… I never really thought of it as wrong. Fred you are my other half. Without you I would be nothing.”
Fred looked down, “what are you saying?”
George smiled, “I don’t feel weird, yes I was shocked at first… I do love you. Being with you would be like being with myself…” George made a face, “that sounded perverted, didn’t it?”
Fred laughed, feeling very happy, “it did. George, can I kiss you again?” Fred asked, almost shyly.
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“You sure it’s okay for us to do this?” Fred asked. “A lightning bolt won’t suddenly strike us?”
George chuckled, “you are too cute…haha, guess that means I am too… no, you’re cuter because you have that innocents about you.”
Fred pouted, “I do not.”
“Do to, and I’m ready if you are… and, no, I don’t think a lightning bolt will strike us down.”
“Eik!” Fred suddenly yelled. “Cold.” he shivered. George had pushed his hands into Fred’s boxers; yes both boys were only in their boxers.
“Whoops, sorry.” George smirked, “forgive me?”
Fred pouted, “I might if you do something to make up for it.” Fred fluttered his eyelashes seductively.
“Well, you do seem to like…” George leaned forward, crushing his lips against Fred’s. Fred moaned, pushing his body hard against George’s. He snaked his arms around his brother, intertwining his fingers in his hair.
George kissed Fred deeper, tracing his teeth with his tongue, as if asking for entrance. Fred happily allowed access by slightly parting his lips. George took that opportunity, pushing his tongue in the wet territory that until recently had been unexplored. Now George knew every part of Fred’s wonderful, seductive mouth. He knew just what to do to make Fred go weak in the knees and moan his name. Speaking of…
“Mm, George,” Fred moaned. Gasping, he pulled away from his twin, trying to get his breath back.
“Forgive me now?” George asked.
“Oh, yeah.” Fred said, pushing his hands up George’s shirt.
George yelped, when Fred found one of his most sensitive parts. Grinning, Fred flicked George’s left nipple.
“Mm.” George moaned, throwing his head back.
Fred grinned, taking this as a invite to attack George’s neck. Leaning up, he trailed hot, wet kisses up George’s neck, all the while still worrying over George’s nipple.
Suddenly George pushed Fred away from him, switching their spots on the bed. He grinned wickedly down at Fred, pinning him to the bed.
“You’re mine.” George said. “Any objections?”
“Hell no,” Fred moaned, as George’s hands dipped into his boxers again.
“Oh, God!” Fred moaned, bucking his hips.
George smirked, “you like this?” he asked, slowly stroking Fred’s cock.
Fred nodded, not quite able to speak.
“Shall I go faster?” George asked.
Once again Fred nodded, though this time he nodded at almost an whiplash speed.
Smiling, George picked up his pace… he did it for a while then stopped.
Fred whimpered.
George smirked.
“May I?”
Fred looked up, his eyes going impossibly wide. George had completely pulled his boxers down and was now down on his knees on the floor, his head near Fred’s enlarged cock.
“You wanna…” Fred blinked.
“Yeah… I won’t if don’ t want me to.” George said, looking up at Fred, a light blush on his cheeks. George was pink, but Fred was blood red.
“N-no, I don’t care.” Fred said.
That was all George needed to hear. Licking his lips, George bent down, slowly, experimentally licking the underside of Fred’s cock.
Fred let out a unearthly sound; George thought it was a moan. It was defiantly a sound of approval.
Encouraged by the sound, George took the tip into his mouth and lightly sucked.
“Ahhh!” Fred yelled.
Adding pressure, George speed up, lightly swirling his tongue around the tip. He’d never done anything like this before, but from the sounds Fred was making, he seemed to be doing it right.
“George! Ah. Ah.. I think…” Fred shuddered, his stomach tightening. “Almost.”
George nodded, humming.
Fred screamed as the vibrations went through his member and out every pore in his body. “oh!” Fred gave one last gasping moan before releasing.
George pulled away from Fred, with an audible ‘pop’
He licked his lips, a weird look on his face.
“Bad?” Fred asked, flushed.
“Well, it’s salty, and a bit different… but… not altogether bad.” George licked his lips again, then leaned up, kissing Fred full on the mouth.
Fred had the strange sensation of tasting himself on George’s tongue. It was salty.
Pulling away from Fred, George made a face when he realized he was very aroused now. Very, very aroused.
Fred noticed, “go on, take me. We were going to go all the way, and I ready now, more then I ever was.”
George blushed. Hearing Fred say ‘take me’ nearly sent him over the edge.
“All right.” George said, leaning up to kiss Fred again.
“Lick.” George held out three fingers for Fred to lubricate.
Fred flushed, but took the digits in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around them in the same fashion George had done to Fred’s cock moments before.
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“Ready?” George asked, pushing his cock next to Fred’s prepared entrance.
“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” Fred answered, bracing himself as George pushed in.
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“Ahhh!” Fred moaned, clenching his butt cheeks.
George’s eyes went wide, “oh, God, do that again.”
Fred grinned, doing as he was told.
George pulled all the way out, then plunged back in, getting a gasp from his brother.
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Laying in each others arms after a long night of love making, Fred and George smiled.
“I love you,” Fred murmured.
“I love you, too.” George answered.
“You were right, no lighting bolts.” Fred sleepily mumbled, as he started to drift off to sleep.
George smiled. They looked just alike, but Fred would always be the cutest in his book.
“I love you.” George repeated, kissing Fred’s brow.
FIN!
Well, Jennie, I hope you liked your birthday present. I hoped I made it smutty enough for you.
To everyone else reading this, please review! No flames, please. Constructive criticism, but no flames, please.
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