Disclaimer: If they actually belonged to me, this wouldn't be fanfiction, now would it?
Warning: Drabble. Oneshot (part of a series of oneshots I'm writing in different fandoms, connected only by the prompt). Slash. Duh. Twincest. Oh my.
Utensil Joy
Part Huit
"Treachery!" Fred cries. "Betrayal!" He lunges at his brother, brandishing a spoon. "Have at you, sir!"
"If you'd been this quick earlier," George mocks, blocking with his fork, "you might have had the last of the pie yourself."
"Vile traitor," Fred hisses.
George stumbles and Fred presses his advantage.
Cornered, George smirks at his twin, licking his lips with obvious relish. "I still taste of it," he taunts.
Fred's smirk is a perfect mirror as he leans in, tongue flicking over the other's mouth. "Mm," he hums agreement. "So you do." He draws back and lightly smacks George's cheek. "Touché."
END