My Other Half
Author:
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Fred/George age 15
Warning: Slash, and incest (or twincest)
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine but JKR's, don't sue, blah, blah, blah.
A/N: This is my favorite incestual pairing, so I just had to write it, I might write a sequel with a sex scene of the two of them, but that depends solely on reviews.
Georges thoughts
I'm a Weasley; I have three older brothers, one twin, a younger brother, and a sister, and a mum and dad. I share a room with my brother Fred, my twin, and my other half.
Ever since I can remember, Fred and I have always been together, never one without the other. And I confess to loving him, more than I should.
I hear his faint breathing over in the next bed, he never snores and sometimes he doesn't even move a muscle. It scares me sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, and his breathing is too soft to hear, and he doesn't move, it's almost as if he were dead. He is as still as a statue, and as beautiful as one.
My brother, I don't just love him, I'm in love with him. Some say it's wrong to have these feelings for my brother, my blood. But I'm one half of a whole without him; he is me, like we're one person but somehow in two bodies.
As I watch him sleep, I remember one time, when he kissed me, our first kiss. I was so happy; he felt the same way that I felt about him. We were young then, 10 years old. But we never kissed again; I guess that, when everyone else thinks it's wrong, you think it too.
It is difficult not being able to touch him, to feel his lips beneath mine, his smooth skin beneath my fingers. I just want one more kiss; just to feel completely connected to him one last time.
I look at the clock on the wall, 2 am blinks back at me, it's late, I should go to sleep, we have to leave for Hogwarts in the morning.
I close my eyes, willing away the pain inside me, the yearning for my brother. I know that it will take forever to fall asleep, but I keep my eyes closed, willing the nothingness to come and take me away from my thoughts.
Fred's thoughts
I hear him turning in his bed, every night I wake up to him watching me, and every night, with my back turned away from him, so he can't see me, I listen to him, listen to him breathing, sighing. My eyes are open; I keep myself completely still, completely silent. And in the silence, I can almost hear his thoughts, an echo of my own.
I remember our first kiss too. In my confusion I just wanted to make the feelings I felt for him go away. But I also wanted to know why I felt that way for my own brother. It didn't help, my feelings kept growing, and now I'm completely in love with him, and I want to kiss him again, and again. Until we really are just one person.
I hear his breathing calm, I feel his thoughts disappear from my own. He always falls asleep, but he never sleeps peacefully. Long after he has fallen asleep, I hear him call my name. I freeze, but it is always the same thing. He has these nightmares, he never tells me what they are, and I never ask. But I know what they are, because I have them too.
He can't stand to lose me, and I can't stand to lose him, the possibility of being separated haunts us at night. I want to make his fears go away, I want him to sleep at night without these horrors, of being found loving another, being hated for loving his own brother, he's afraid I don't love him back, the same way he loves me, but I do.
I turn around in my bed, I want to watch him sleep, see his face, a mirror image of me. See his lips shaping my name over and over again. I want to kiss him again. I want him to kiss me.
Just one kiss can't be so wrong, not when it feels like heaven.
I'll take one chance, no one knows. I slip out of bed without a sound, crawl over the meager space that separates him from me. I reach my finger over his cheek, caressing it, feeling the smooth skin, so warm. Just one kiss.
My lips brush his, in an almost innocent way, so soft. He stirs, and I freeze above him. He opens his eyes, and I can feel the world melt away. He stares at me, eyes questioning, looking at me in wonder, my eyes an echo of his.
He reaches for me, bringing me back down to his lips; he tastes like mint and of cinnamon, smoky and fresh. Lips against lips, not so innocent anymore. He opens my mouth with his tongue, and I urge him on, mine meeting his, dueling, battling for control, submitting to the feeling of passion, that came from this kiss, from my brother.
No words, just this kiss, just one kiss.
I climb up on his bed, wrap my arms around him, his wrap around me. We still have our lips connected, our one kiss isn't over yet. We want it to last forever.
We fall asleep, exhaustion finally taking over. We're pressed against each other, seeking warmth from one another. No more kisses tonight, no more nightmares, just the faint feel of how his lips felt against mine, how his thoughts echoed my own.
And these moments echo another. One kiss, one thought, I love you...echo's through our thoughts. His thought or mine, I don't know.
I love you too...an echo of the first. The other half.
Please review, I suck at writing emotional stuff, I wanna know how you think I did, good?, bad?, should I stop writing!? lol :)