Truth or Dare Part V

The Final Part

Ok, all I can say is sorry it's taken so long! Three years, is it? Four? Well, I've gotten quite significantly older since I wrote this, and needless to say I no longer write in the HP fandom … that isn't to say that I'm not still waving my little Fred/George/Lee shipper flag, but you probably won't see any more fic from me L

Anyway, so, I was looking through some old floppy discs of mine, and I found this, despite the fact that I really hadn't remembered writing it. Seems I did, though.

 

So here it is; many, many years too late. To everyone who still seems to read this, THANK YOU! Though it was, at first, bewildering to dust off my old e-mail address and still find little review alerts popping up, it's what's made me decide to post this. Y'all need closure! And so do I J

WARNING: this part is EXTREMELY SLASHY! Not your thing? Turn back NOW!

 

George stood outside the portrait hole, listening tentatively for a sound. He could hear faint moans and heavy breathing from inside.

"Well are you going in or not, dear?" the Fat Lady yawned irritably.

"Um……."

George stood silently for a second, weighing up whether to enter or not,

"……..I-.." he took a long, deep breath, "banana split."

The Fat Lady rolled her eyes and the portrait swung open. George climbed through slowly and cautiously, biting his lip. Suddenly, he realized he had no idea why he was doing this, or what he was actually trying to do.

"I'm such a prat," he muttered

He straightened himself up and looked around warily. He saw them. Semi-naked and writhing on the sofa, the warm embers of the fire giving their skins a flaming glow. George looked down at his feet, completely frozen and at a loss of what to do.

At the same moment, Fred and Lee froze, too. They looked at each other, their eyes wide, neither of them daring to breathe,

"Someone's in here," Lee whispered.

Fred nodded. Slowly, guardedly, Lee raised his head and peered over the top of the couch. There, by the portrait hole, he saw George, looking sheepishly down at his shoes.

Fred groaned. "Just tell them to go away," he pleaded, trailing a hand down Lee's spine.

"It's your brother," Lee hissed at Fred through clenched teeth, unmoving.

"Who, Ron? Shit!" Fred hissed back, going rigid.

"No, George."

"George? Shit!"

"What do we do?"

"Hide?"

"Ever the quick thinker, you are," Lee sniggered.

Immediately, drawn to attention by the sound, George looked up and saw Lee's head poking over the top of the sofa. Their eyes locked, both had gone completely still.

Noticing this, Fred squirmed to release himself from under Lee and sat bolt upright. He looked round and saw George glaring at Lee. He splayed his hands across his chest, in a failed attempt at maintaining his dignity. Lee snorted. Fred took a deep breath,

"George, what the HELL?"

George looked over at his twin and narrowed his eyes,

"How could you," he spat.

"How could I what?" Fred retorted.

"How could you do this to me?"

Fred was genuinely confused,

"What are you on about?"

Instead of replying, George strode over to his brother and kissed him deeply and slowly. Overwhelmed by surprise, Fred didn't respond at first, but he quickly regained himself and pushed George away,

"No. Just no," he said simply, "not with you."

Lee, who was enjoying seeing the two kiss despite himself, suddenly recovered and glowered at George,

"George, man, what are you DOING?"

But George didn't reply. His eyes were locked intently on his twin's, as they communicated silently to each other. Fred eventually shook his head and looked away.

Lee looked over at George, who was staring defiantly at them,

"George; go away."

Some strange impulse acted on George and he went over to Lee and kissed him, too.

 Lee was so startled that he automatically punched George in the stomach, winding him completely. George gathered himself together, put up two fingers and stormed out, a large bundle tucked under his arm.  All the while a new idea was forming in Lee's mind.

"No," said Fred shortly.

George's storming out had left the two in confused silence for a while, but Lee had soon broken it with his "revolutionary new idea".

"You're not just a bit tempted?" Lee asked innocently.

"No. Never. No."

"I so don't believe you man."

"Right, ok. Let me make it clear: no. No, I will not, ever, under any circumstances, have a threesome with you and my brother," Fred shuddered at the thought.

Lee grinned and pushed Fred back down onto the cushions,

"What about if I do this?" he said, lowering his head down and gently nibbling and kissing his way across his friend's collarbone. Fred sighed and shook his head,

"Still no."

"If I do this?" Lee replied, grinding his hips down against the boy beneath him.

Fred bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, as a jolt of pleasure shot through him. He shook his head. Lee pressed himself flat against Fred and kissed him, haphazardly brushing their tongues together. He rubbed his body up and down, loving the friction it created.

"Let's continue this discussion later…" Fred panted, pulling Lee down into another wet kiss, his hands roaming all over his friend's dark, toned body. He ground their erections together insistently, and they both moaned. Lee trailed a finger down to Fred's ass, and hesitated,

"Do you want me to…"

"Yes!"

"Sure?"

"Just….do….it….now"

A half hour or so later, Fred and Lee lay collapsed together on the sofa, completely knackered, and covered in a sticky mess. They were grinning broadly at each other. The fire was still flickering a warm light over their intertwined bodies.

"We should probably do something about this…mess," Lee said, unwilling to move.

"Mmm."

"Where's your wand?"

"Probably on the floor."

"Where're your clothes?"

"Probably by my wand."

"Right."

"Where're my clothes?"

"I really don't care."

But Lee sat upright and looked around,

"Bastard!" he said.

"What? Who?"

"George. He must've taken our clothes. And- oh man- our wands."

Fred sat upright, too, and scanned the floor around them,

"Oh, bugger."

"You stay here," Lee said, "I'll go get my wand so we can sort this out."

"Al'right."

Lee grabbed a cushion and hurried out.

Fred soon heard the portrait hole swing open,

"Lee?" he called, not looking up

"No, it's George."

Fred winced, and muttered something like "damn" under his breath.

George approached him cautiously,

"We need to talk."

Fred winced again,

"Unh, can't we just forget about it and go back to being just twins?"

George kissed him in reply. 'I'll take that as a no, then' Fred thought to himself, then: 'Oh, sod it'; George was a bloody good kisser. He supposed it was probably inevitable that this would have happened anyway. No point in delaying the fates, and certainly not when sex was involved. So Fred kissed his twin back, hungrily, forcing his tongue into his brother's mouth and twining his hands in his hair.

A noise behind them made the twins break apart. Lee was staring over at them, his wand in hand, a bundle of clean robes under his arm,

"I take it you reconsidered that idea of mine then?" he smirked, sauntering towards them.

"Looks like I did."

None of them got any sleep that night, and Fred vowed never to play truth or dare again. No need for it, really, since all the people he really wanted in his bed were currently in it.

THE END

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