When No One Was Looking
Author: bloodink@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Pairing: Fred/George age 16
Warning: Slash, and incest (or twincest)
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine but JKR's, don't sue, blah, blah, blah.
A/N: After the second addition to this Twin thing, I couldn't not think about it, so I spewed this thing out, it's short, and dark, and nothing like the first two. But never the less, I hope people will like it.
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~When We Fall~
I like watching him sleep, he's so close to me that his eyelashes flutter against my cheek His body is warm, giving off so much heat that sometimes I wonder if it's unnatural. He's become a horrible obsession of mine, a weakness I never knew I could have, and I don't mind in the least.
One of these days one of us is going to slip, someone will notice that we stand too close, that our hands touch in the briefest of caresses. I dread that day, when we will be forced to admit that what we're doing is wrong. We've already slipped, Snape watches us, misinterpreting our actions but seeing them none the less. It's dangerous and it keeps happening, more often now.
Our control is not as strong as it once was, the temptation has reached an unimaginable peak and one of us will give in, I worry that I will be the first. The first to kiss him too long, the first to moan a little too loudly when his fingers touch bare skin. I blush I know, and as I watch him sleep I feel the red flush run down my face and chest, staining me, like my sinful thoughts.
He likes to get a reaction out of me, it's become a game to him, and I admit I enjoy it even more than he does. We are both testing each others boundaries, he wonders how far I'll let him go, and I wonder how long he will keep loving me this way, because I know that we are one in the same, but I also know that nothing like this lasts forever, and we have less than forever, and an even greater chance to lose what we have together.
I manage to keep awake all night, my depressing thoughts running through my head, causing currents of devious thought to make waves against the edges of my mind. Something devilish inside me forms a plan to test my twin's strength, his will power. He's rubbed off on me, literally and figuratively, but that's to be expected.
He wakes with a soft release of breath his arms unwinding from around my form to stretch above his head, causing the scrap of a shirt he's wearing to rise tantalizingly exposing the tight stomach that is reminiscent of my own. We may be the same, but the likeness does not reach all our parts.
I see the smirk on his face and I know he knows that my eyes were riveted by the flesh that he exposed to me. He also knows that I have been awake all night watching him again, because lately that's all that I've been doing, watching him. And I know he's confused, and I revel in his confusion. He is not the only wicked one, I appear to be meek and innocent, but that is not the case as you can see.
This darkness is the sum of our parts; one must be good and the other evil perhaps, though the word does not describe it, sinister does.
A kiss for my troubled thoughts is what I get from my darling brother. A kiss, he thinks, will solve everything. I let him indulge for now, and I will do the same. We must get up now, follow our daily routine at Hogwarts. And I can't really help but wonder, if today we'll get caught, or maybe tomorrow, or the day after, when will this little fantasy of ours crumble around us, leaving us shattered.
I love my brother, my twin, I love his kisses, I love his touch, and I can't really help myself. I just wonder, when will we fall?
~Finis~