Roman Sunrises
Chapter 2
Warnings: Extreme slash, lemons, the whole thing
Notes: This is mostly GeorgexLee. Hey, you can't write about one twin and not expect to leave out the other.
"George! Where's that purple chest I brought along?" Lee called, shifting through his room, George appeared at the door.
"What purple chest?" George mumbled around a large yellow pastry.
"The purple chest I put at the bottom of my trunk. I know I put it in here," Lee Jordan growled, throwing his clothes behind him, George ducked the flying clothing and walked into the room.
"Well maybe you left it back at the Burrow," George shrugged and sat down on the huge bed and lounged there, watching as Lee flipped his dread locks away from his face and straightened up to look at the lazy redhead.
"I don't think so, I didn't even take it out since I packed it at home," Lee grumbled, scanning the messy room.
"We'll look for it later right now we are going to the Magical Olympics and nothing can stop us from going. Not even a purple chest," George stood and dragged Lee off. Lees sighed and let himself be dragged off, giving a last look around the room as he disappeared through the door.
"Isn't Rome fantastic?" George said around a large piece of tasty bread.
"Yeah if you could stop feeding your face I think I might actually like it," Lee said sourly.
"Oh don't worry, we'll find your purple chest. It's in our room somewhere," George said, finishing off his bread and wrapping an arm around the shorter one.
"Yeah," Lee sighed and looked out over the magical marketplace. It was spectacular with all kinds of exotic things to buy. Lee finally leveled his eyes on the large coliseum. No muggle could see the coliseum or the marketplace unless they were right in the middle of it but even then they could only see flashes of it. The wizarding world spread the explanation of mirages. The two went in to the large coliseum and looked around. It looked exactly like the other one yet it looked brand new and the seat had cooling charms on it.
"Wow," Lee breathed, staring wide eyed at the place.
"Yeah, it's huge," George agreed then led Lee off to their seats. They settled down on a bench, soon the coliseum was packed and the games began. Right in the middle of the games a man in a long purple velvet coat and a pointed green hat walked out to the middle of the coliseum and held up his hands. The crowd quieted down and he began.
"Thank you dear witches and wizards for coming to the oldest games still having a non magical counterpart!" The crowd erupted in cheers then they settled down. "As you know every four years we pick a person from the crowd to try and put this green ball into that hoop over there without a broom stick," the man said. Another person ran up and held out a huge top hat.
"This has the number of each ticket in it, all I have to do is reach in and pull out the winning number," the man said. George handed over Lee's ticket and waited as the man rumaged through the hat.
"G3486!" The man cried, Lee jumped up.
"I won," He cried, a large gladiator came forward and escorted Lee down to the ground. George cheered him on as Lee took the green ball.
"Okay my man, this should be relatively easy if you know what to do," the man winked and backed away from Lee.
"He can not move from that spot," the man turned to the murmuring crowd. Lee took a deep breathe thought a bit, well he couldn't move from where he was, no brooms, he couldn't levitate up to the hoop and-wait his wand! All he had to do was make the ball float through the hoop, Lee looked over at the man and blinked. He knew that guy looked familiar, it was the same Professor Flitwick and the first lesson he taught was the swish and flick. Lee grinned and took out his wand, he mumbled the incantation and the green ball rose into the air and floated through the hoop. The crowd erupted in cheers once more and Lee turned to Professor Flitwick.
"Good job Mr. Jordon," Professor Flitwick cried and hugged Lee.
"Thank you Professor," Lee said, the teacher then turned and led Lee off to claim his prize.
"Now you wait here Mr. Jordan," Professor Flitwick disappeared into a room Lee sat down on a marble bench to wait for the Professor. Suddenly a crash was heard and Lee stood up.
"Prof. Flitwick?" Lee asked, looked to the room, but the noise didn't come frm there.
"Damn crate," a gruff voice growled, suddenly there was another crash and Lee went over to the noise cautiously. George appeared at the end of the hall and hurried over.
"Congr-" George said but was interrupted by another crash. The two turned towards the room across from them.
"What was that?" George asked.
"I don't know, wanna find out?" Lee took a step forward, George shrugged and followed Lee into the room. Inside was filled with large boxes and crates, they ducked behind a couple as a few clocked figures came into view.
"Next stop Scotland," one panted, sitting down on a crate.
"Naw, we still have to go through Stonehenge pick up that curly haired brat," another grumbled, leaning against another larger crate.
"Voldemort better pay us good," the first growled, leaning back on his hands.
"Of course, he always rewards those who are loyal," the third said, looking around the room. Lee leaned against the crate in front of him and the box on top falls off.
"What was that?" One stood up, the other had his wand out.
"Over there," the third growled, creeping forward, Lee backed against the wall as the three Deatheaters come towards him. Suddenly George jumps up and all three of them spin around.
"What are you doing here?" George demands, one laughs and suddenly points his wand at George, calling out a curse. Lee jumps toward George and knocks him to the ground. The curse barely misses him as the two scramble out into the hallway. Porfessor Flitwick just comes out and the door behind them slams shut.
"My, what's going on?" Professor Flitwick asks, the two guys stand up and brush themselves off.
"There are three Deatheaters in there Professor!" Lee points to the room they just came from.
"Oh! Well here's your prize Mr. Jordan. I'll take care of it. You two just go back to the games and have a good time," Professor Flitwick shooes Lee and George out into the crowded coliseum. Lee sighs and looked down on the purple chest in his hands.
"Here's my purple chest," Lee says, holding up the chest to George. The redhead laughs and shakes his head.
"Let's go back to the room," George pulls Lee off back to their place.
"Now this is how I want to spend my vacation," George throws Lee onto their bed and crawls up to kiss the pouty lips of Lee's. "Not off," kiss "chasing," kiss "Deatheaters," George flicks his tongue along Lee's bottom lip. Lee moans and wraps his legs around the tall redhead and rolls George over so he's on top. Lee smirks down on George and pulled off his shirt then tugged George's shirt off. Kissing him passionately as George untangled his legs from Lee's and pulled off his jeans.
George kissed along Lee's jaw and started sucking on his long neck, Lee moaned and wrapped his legs around George then sat up and undid the redhead's pants and slid them off and his boxers with them. Lee smiled up at George and kissed down his chest and leaned back at the last second. George sat up and took Lee's lips, hungrily kissing him until they lowered back onto the bed. The grinded against each other, Lee looked over and smiled. The sunrise was just peeking over the horizon. The Magical Olympics went on late into the night and lasted straight through to the next day but they went home early. The Roman sunset gleamed beautifully as Lee rummaged through the clothes next to their bed and finally closed his long fingers around a small jar. He pulled away from George and opened the jar as George let his hands roam long Lee's body. Lee coated George's member as George dipped his fingers in the jar and stretched Lee. Lee then lowered onto George's cock and gave a long satisfied moan and threw his head back, his dark eyes fluttering closed. He then looked down on George, the redhead pulled Lee to him and kissed him again then rolled over and shoved into Lee. The shorter boy made small encouraging nonsense noises as George moved against him. George then hit orgasm and cried out as Lee screamed and came, arching up against George. George pulled out and kissed Lee one more time. Lee wrapped his dark arms around George and lazily looked out at the sun shining in their window. He smiled and kissed George's ivory creamy speckled skin and sighed then slowly closed his eyes.
"You never did tell me what was in that purple chest," George mumbled, Lee grinned and chuckled lightly.
"You'll find out on your birthday," Lee mumbled, ruffling George's fiery hair.
"You always do that, don't you?" George growled, nuzzling against Lee. Lee laughed and shook his head.
"Go to sleep, I'm tired," Lee said, wrapping his arms tighter around George.
Owari for now…
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Phoenix: That was short!
Tracy: Yep, well it definitely is good though.
Phoenix: You're just saying that because I yelled at you during my other fanfic I'm working on.
Tracy: No! Well…
Phoenix: Told you.