It was the first evening of their fifth year. Dinner had passed as usual and Dumbledore had held his speach about the Forbidden Forest and about Sirius Black's escape from Azkaban. The students had been told not to wander about the grounds after dark and to always visit Hogsmeade in pairs at the very least. It was after all that, the twins headed for one of their secret passages.

George was older than Fred, by minutes, but older, nonetheless, still it was Fred who always took command over everything and acted like the big brother. George was a little shy at times and happily let Fred be the one in charge.

It was dark in the small passage way by the One-eyed witch, and their wands only lit up the path a few feet in front of them.

George had a tendency to get scared in the dark, especially if there were strange noises around. It had started when he was four and the ghoul they had on the attic of the Burrow had spooked him when he had been all alone.

"You okay?" Fred looked over at his twin who had a firm grip on his brother's shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm alright"

Fred smiled at the face George had made. He looked just like an insecure little puppy.

They soon reached the end of the tunnel.

"I can hear someone there, let's wait for a while" Fred whispered and sat down onto the cold stone floor, with George plopping down next to him. They had done it so many times before, yet George was still not sure it was completely empty and tried to look through the thick darkness. He felt his brothers warm hand on his upper thigh.

"Don't worry, Georgie. If there's anywhere you're safe, it's in here. Nothin' and no one but us in here"

George knew it was wrong, but he liked the feeling of Fred's hand on his thigh. So many things about them was wrong. Few people took them seriously because of them being known as pranksters, and few girls wanted to be with them for other reasons than their looks. George didn't think about girls at all. At first, he had considered he might have a thing for boys, instead, but he found out the horrible fact, that he was only in to his twin brother. It was wrong, very wrong.

"I know, Freddie." He couldn't help but to look into his brother's eyes. They were something in-between golden hazel and brown. They were fascinating, he'd always thought, and he knew he had the same eyes, but they were not as beautiful to look at in the mirror, compared to see them in person. Fred smiled at him.

"Aren't you adorable looking all terrified like that" he said with a chuckle and his hand left George's thigh to stroke his cheek, the other one holding his wand with the source of light. His touch gave George goosebumps all over. He swallowed and Fred ruffled his hair and his smile grew wider, before he turned away to listen if he could still hear someone on the other side, where Honeydukes' basement was.

There was a loud BANG and George jumped towards his brother and threw his arms around him. They were face to face, staring into each others eyes. He could feel Fred's breath tickle his lips.

"What was that?" George asked quietly.

"I think someone just dropped something in there."

George didn't know if it was his own imagination, or if Fred really moved closer to him. When their noses touched, George knew he really was moving closer. It was just too much for him.

"I'm sorry, Fred I just have to do this." George said in a low whisper, before he closed his eyes and captured Fred's lips between his own.

He felt Fred stiffen for a moment and panic shot through him, but then Fred relax completely and began to move his lips in sync with his brothers.

George had wondered if Fred would also taste the same as him but his mouth still tasted of the sweets he had been eating and even though his lips were a little cold, his mouth was hot and comforting.

George pulled away and wouldn't dare to look at his twin as his face turned red with embarrassment.

"No need to apologise, that was wicked!" Fred chuckled and stroke George's slender arms.

The only minutes older twin rose to his feet.

"It was wrong, we can't... we're not supposed to-"

"Since when are we doing what we're supposed to?" Fred said with a chuckle before his face softened. "Calm down, Georgie. Sit."

George hesitated, before he sat back down.

"It's wrong" he muttered.

"Says who? The law? Mum?"

"Everyone and everything?"

"Well then everyone and everything might just as well piss off."

George looked up at Fred. He seemed to be serious. Fred moved a little closer and put his hand on George's shoulder.

"I love you, George. No one will understand, hell I don't understand, but my feelings are true."

George blinked and looked into his eyes. Deep inside he loved what Fred said, but it was wrong and they were playing a dangerous game.

"I love you too... But, you're my brother. It's wrong to do this. If mum found out-"

"She won't, alright? No one will find out. It could be our little secret..." Fred interrupted, whispering the last words so close to his ear, his breath tickled his skin. He closed his eyes, and felt Fred place a hot kiss on his cheek, then down his neck and up towards his ear. He couldn't help but to let out a silent moan as Fred nibbled his earlobe. Strong hands were caressing his legs, moving upwards.

"Fred..."

"Yes, George?"

"I'm scared"

Fred stopped and looked at his brother. George looked so young to him. Younger than he really was. He shook his head and cupped his face with his hands.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, George. It's me, it's your Freddie, no one else"

"I know. It's not you I'm scared of, it's everything else. We could lose everything by doing this..."

"You could never lose me"

At that a small smile formed on George's face and his eyes glittered in the dim light from their wands, now on the ground. Fred kept looking into his eyes as he once again inched closer and George didn't seem to mind what was happening.

Their lips met once again and Fred straddled him to get closer. His hands stroke George's arms, and he heard his brother let out a soft grunt as his tongue played with his lower lip, begging for entrance. George let him deepen the kiss. He was a bit nervous, but it only took a moment, before George's tongue was playing with Fred's in a wild and heated dance.

The twins got lost in time and space. George never thought this would happen. Only in his wildest dreams would Fred sit right on top of him and roam his hands beneath his robes while he tasted every part of his mouth.

Soon their breathing became more panting and Fred had subconsciously begun to grind himself against George. Upon doing so, he could also tell that he was not the only one enjoying this moment.

"Want me to wank you off, Georgie?" Fred asked in a whisper. His trousers seemed tighter than ever and his groin was pulsating with need.

George looked him in the eyes nodded eagerly, and Fred climbed off him.

He sat himself behind his brother and wrapped his arms around him, unbuttoning his shirt while kissing the salty skin of his neck.

As one hand slipped inside his shirt to trace the already perky nipple, the other slid down his front, popping the button open easily before his hand slid further down.

George hissed at the contact from Fred's hand as it wrapped around him, his thumb rubbing the wet head in circles as he pumped slowly.

The older twin leaned back against his chest with his head against Fred's shoulder. Fred kissed his cheek and watched his parted lips and closed eyes, listening to the calm puffs of air that escaped him with every stroke.

"Is that good, Georgie?" Fred asked in a whisper, teasing George with his hot breath against his ear. "Fits perfectly, doesn't it? Your cock in my hand."

"Oh, Fred…" George moaned and arched his hips. Fred stopped his movement, but his grip tightened around his twin's erection.

"Ah-ah, Georgie. Patience."

He then returned to stroke his brother up and down in a steady rhythm, punishing him by stopping whenever he moved to quicken the pace.

"Please, Fred." George begged, grabbing a fist full of fabric on Fred's trousers. Fred smirked at this. His brother was close and yet he was the one in control of whether he was allowed to cum or not.

"You promise to be a good boy, Georgie?" he asked and sucked his earlobe in between his teeth. George nodded eagerly.

"Yes… Yes, I promise." He almost whined and Fred almost felt sorry for him. The thought of the wonderful burning sensation that must be aching in his twin's groin was almost enough to send himself over the edge.

He slid his other hand between them and down his own trousers and began to pump himself hard aswell. They did everything together, so they obviously had to cum together too. Fred was getting closer faster than he'd expected and moved both hands in synch. George was squirming against him now, merely seconds away. Fred felt his balls tighten and he threw his head back.

"Oh, fuck!"

He came first, hard and throbbing and just as it was George's turn he wrapped his arm around him and pressed him closer to his chest as he began to writhe in spasm.

A deep moan escaped George just before he released and Fred kept pumping him dry, loving the whimpers escaping his twin in the process.

Once he was spent, George went limp against his twin, panting hard but with an expression of pure bliss on his face.

"Merlin's beard…I can't even feel my legs."

"Me either."

After a few minutes getting down from their high, George rose on shaky legs and helped his brother to his feet. He began to close the buttons and they brushed their robes off before they continued their walk to Honeydukes.

…

A year had passed since then. Lots of things had happened, yet their relationship hadn't developed much. The thing about keeping your clothes on was that it was so much easier to break apart and not leave any suspicion in the air, in case someone walked in on them. Then there was the nagging thought at the back of their minds about being afraid to hurt the other.

They were sixteen and as they layed on the bed that had appeared inside the Room of Requirement, they were proud of themselves being such good actors. No one had suspected anything, but then there were other things for people to get distracted by this year. The Beauxbaton girls and the Triwizard Tournament for example.

George nuzzled into Fred's neck, feeling calmer and safer than ever before with his brother's arms around him.

"Are you tired?" Fred asked, looking at George's closed eyes and calm breathing.

"No, I just like to breathe in every fiber of your being" George answered quietly and opened his eyes, looking at Fred. George had such big beautiful eyes, but no one really noticed. Except for Fred who could stare into those glistening orbs for an eternity.

"Getting fluffy, are we?" Fred chuckled and pressed himself further down on the bed, so their eyes were on the same level. "You're becoming to sweet for your own good, Georgie."

"Do you want me to stop?"

It was almost an honest question coming from George. The thing was he wouldn't hesitate to change anything for Fred. They belonged, after all, but there was nothing Fred would change about his twin. He was perfect.

"You couldn't possibly do that."

Fred rested on his elbow and leaned in, letting his lips brush against George's. The twin responded with a teasing nibbling of Fred's lower lip, before they kissed deeply. Tongues explored the soft, slippery inside of the other boy's mouth, tasting the sweet pumpkin juice on each other.

Fred was lying halfway on top of George, his knee between his twin's legs and his fingers tangled in his long hair as he sucked on his tongue.

George let out a soft grunt as he felt his brother grow hard already with his groin pressed against his thigh. Fred smiled into the kiss and began to grind his hips against George, making the older twin moan. The kiss turned rougher and Fred felt a hand squeeze the bulge between his legs. He moaned into the kiss and rolled on top of George completely, straddling him, allowing him to press his hardness against George's groin.

Fred could feel that George was growing hard too.

George felt his brother's hands on his chest, before his shirt was ripped open. Fred planted wet kisses on George's jaw and neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he made his way up his brother's neck and nibbled that particular spot below his ear.

George gasped and his eyes fluttered shut while his fingers curled around the fabric of Fred's robes.

Fred pecked his way down until he reached George's chest and began to tease his nipple with the tip of his tongue, grabbing it between his teeth and sucking at the bud with his eyes on George's blissful face. George was panting and let out a soft moan. His hands now tangled in Fred's hair.

Fred teased the other nipple aswell, before he continued to leave kisses down his ribs and flat stomach. He stopped at the sight of George's love line, and let his warm breath tease him.

He felt the grip in his hair tighten and smiled to himself. He looked up into George's eyes as he slowly unzipped his trousers. He could see his eyes glitter with lust.

He pulled the trousers down and sat back up, soon joined by George facing him to rip Fred's shirt off and began to work on his trousers aswell. Fred let out a moan as George's hands brushed against his swollen erection, making George lock his lips onto Fred's. His hand slid down Fred's boxer's and Fred let out a muffled moan, grabbing George's arm to make him stop. He could explode any second and he didn't want it to go so fast. His lips left George's.

"George, please... not yet"

George's lips travelled to Fred's earlobe. His warm breath teasing his skin as he whispered to him.

"Ooh, you drive me bonkers, Freddie"

George stroke Fred's length gently and Fred pushed him closer, making him withdraw his hand and wrap his arms around him instead.

"You tease, I'll make you pay!" Fred breathed into George's ear while kissing and nibbling his neck.

"Please do" George moaned and Fred pushed him down onto the bed. Within seconds their boxer's were thrown onto the floor and Fred layed on top of George, kissing him hard and with passion. He felt George's pre-cum moist his hip.

He made his way down his body once again, meeting George's gaze as he hovered his face above his twin's groin for a moment before he licked the soft skin of his shaft from the base all the way to the top.

George swallowed at the sight of his twin tasting him and his cock twitched at the touch. Fred grabbed the base of his length and pushed down, revealing a slick pink head.

The younger twin let his hot mouth slide down over the length slowly and from that moment George was lost. A blush formed on his face as he began to feel a little flustered but it quickly got lost in the haze of having his twin suck him hard, slow and deep.

The vibrations from the deep groan Fred made caused George to hiss and bite his lower lip. Fred reached to cup his brother's balls with his free hand and twirled his tongue around the swollen head. The salty taste and the sight of George's face made his own cock drip, throbbing against the sheets.

Once George was panting and grabbing fists full of the sheets, Fred let him slide out of his mouth with a pop before he crawled up and attacked his twin's lips in a rough and messy kiss.

"Turn... over" Fred breathed through the kiss and he felt George smile against his lips, before he turned to lie on his stomach. Fred sat up and let his hands caress his brother's back.

It was covered with salty pearls of sweat and his skin was hot, but at the same time covered in goose pimples. He squeezed his twin's buttocks, making George groan with pleasure, and Fred leaned down across him.

"Tell me what you want, Georgie."

Fred let his own pre-cum lubricate George's opening. George gasped and Fred bit his lip. They kissed again, their tongues wet and desperate. Fred pulled back from the kiss and sat up once more, grabbing George's hips and arched him up.

"Tell me, Georgie" he breathed. His throbbing erection teasing George's ring of muscles.

"Please Fred... I want you inside me." George moaned, grabbing his own cock and began to pump it with long slow strokes.

Fred sucked on two of his fingers before pushing them inside George. The older twin let out a low moan and let go off his manhood, to support himself on all four. Fred moved his fingers inside his twin, earning him a low moan of pleasure from his brother as he brushed against his prostate. Once he felt George had stretched enough, he licked his hand and slid it over his cock until it was slick and throbbing. He held onto George's hip with one hand while he used the other to guide himself inside George slowly.

George let out a strained groan as Fred's entire length filled him and the feeling of pain combined with exciting pleasure was nothing he had ever felt before. Fred stilled inside him for a moment until he felt his twin rock against him, wanting him to move.

Fred pulled out and thrusted back in a slow, steady rhythm, hissing at the tight pressure around him.

"You feel amazing, Georgie" Fred breathed. "So... tight."

As he thrusted a little harder, George let out a loud moan.

"Oh, yes. More, Freddie... More!"

He could feel George's prostate and angled himself to make sure he'd hit it with every thrust. He leaned down over George's back and grabbed his cock, pumping it in the same rhythm as he thrusted into him. He could see George's grip on the sheets tighten.

"I'm close, love" Fred groaned, feeling his balls tighten and spasm.

"Me too, Freddie" George breathed and Fred bit his shoulder.

"Good boy, cum for me."

Fred pumped George's cock faster and slammed inside him harder as he felt there was only seconds left until his release and George came hard just before Fred, his entire body shaking in spasm and a cry of pleasure escaping his lips. Fred grabbed his brother's hips tight as he filled him with a low groan before they both collapsed onto the bed. Fred lay down behind his brother, spooning him. The sheets were wet and sticky.

"Are you alright, Georgie?"

Fred lifted his head and looked down at George.

"Mmmhm..."

He noticed his own, now slack manhood was covered in crimson. He saw a drop of it trickle down George's thigh. A pang of guilt hit him and he looked over at his twin with concern, pushing away the strands of red hair plastered to George's face.

"I'm so sorry, Georgie."

George opened his eyes and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. His chest was still heaving.

"For what?" he asked with a small smile on his face.

"You're bleeding."

George was too tired to sit up and look.

"Don't worry, Freddie. I'm more than fine. Heavenly, in fact."

Hesitantly, Fred smiled and kissed the gathering of freckles on George's shoulder.

"Me too."

He took his wand from the floor next to the bed and used it to clean them both up, before pulling the covers over them. He moved closer to George, spooning him skin to skin.

The salty, musky smell of sex remained heavy in the air.

"I love you, Fred" George whispered, before he turned his head back and kissed Fred on the lips. Fred kissed him back.

"I love you too, George"

With that they fell asleep. They would try out their new potion the next day, and put their names into the goblet of fire. If George was able to walk, of course.