"Well that was a refreshing night!" Demetrius said, referring to the previous night's events with the Ravenclaw goddess, Cho Chang.

"Certainly was." Paris said, wiping his face. "Why, you've grown weary of my fingers?" Paris said in mock offense as they brushed their teeth that morning.

"Of course I have. I never thought I'd survive it…" Demetrius said, spitting. "Three days of no sex. Just your hand jobs…torture"

Paris stared at his twin, eyes smoldering with anger.

"What?" Demetrius asked dumbly. "What is it?" Paris slammed his toothbrush heavily on the counter and crossed his arms on his chest.

"What?!" Demetrius repeated.

"Well if you don't know then I'm certainly not going to tell you!" Paris shrieked, and sat down on the toilet.

"Why are you so crabby? Ok fine…for whatever it is…I'm sorry." Demetrius said rather angrily. He rinsed his mouth and walked towards his brother, hugging him tightly, inhaling his scent, kissing him on the cheek. Paris hesitantly hugged back.

"God…sometimes it confuses me whether you're a girl or not!" Demetrius joked, chuckling. Paris huffed angrily, pushed him harshly at a wall and stormed out.

"FUCK!" Demetrius said, clutching his forehead.

"Paris, we have to work together. I'm sorry I didn't mean to be so insensitive…" Demetrius whispered in his twin's ear as he followed him down the gardens. "Come on…I really didn't mean to…"

"Shut up!" Paris whispered to his twin, staring straight at the quidditch pitch.

"Now, no need to be violent again. I'm already apologizing. Come on, Paris! You know I'm nothing without you…"

"Honestly, Dem. Do you ever know when to keep your mouth shut!" Paris scolded him, staring him straight in the eye, and then looking right back at the pitch.

"Wait…is this…are you?"

"That's right…I think I've found a way for you to apologize…" Paris smirked. "Not that you really need to but…still…It'll make this all the more exciting." Demetrius smiled at the suggestion.

"Who is she?" Demetrius asked.

"More like who is he…"

"Well…your hormones have struck again haven't they…"

"Of course…however, I think it is time we hone the little skills we have at Quidditch for this to work…" Paris said, he clutched his brother's tiny waist and pulled him close.

"By the way, Dem…get used to my touch. You'll be feeling it more and more often. Lately I just feel like everything else is so…inadequate…" Demetrius squirmed and pulled away.

"J-ju-just don't kiss me…" he said jokingly, but his eyes glowed fearfully.

"Not unless I'm forced to…" Paris teased, closing in the gap between their lips but pulling back just as they touched. He laughed.

"Evil you are…"

"Oh but of course…Come now, breakfast is served…" Paris responded with a smirk.

They marched up the stairs, walked through the doors of the Great Hall proudly, they whispered to each other, ignoring the eyes of the entire school upon their beautiful forms.

"Hey, Paris!" Chimed a girl from behind them, he gave her a smirk but walked on.

"Demetrius! Over here!" screeched a Hufflepuff girl, he smiled at her, she nearly withered, but he walked on. They sat at the middle of the Ravenclaw table. Demetrius muttering an apology as he mistakenly clutched the thigh of the girl beside him to support himself when he leaned to his right. The girl nearly fainted at the touch. The girl beside Paris leaned beside him too too much, her sniffing became so loud she had to be reprimanded. The guy in front of them was blushing a fierce scarlet the whole breakfast time. When the bell rang, Paris pursed his lips at the guy, Demetrius winked at him. The third year Ravenclaw looked like he was going to die.

"I've had about a thousand proposals since this morning…" Demetrius joked, nodding at a couple of giggling first year girls.

"I've been groped too often to care…" Paris responded.

"They're just all…"

"insufficient? Oh of course…where would the artistry be if we took them. Besides, it's usually the untouchables that make my groin tingle…Like I dunno…you…" Paris teased.

"Why, why do you insist on making me feel uncomfortable?" Demetrius asked.

"Because you do! Why do you have to feel uncomfortable around me? I'm your brother! And plus…we've had more sex together than all the hookers in skid row combined." Paris whispered. Demetrius shrugged. Paris ran a fleeting caress on Demetrius's thigh up to his groin.

"Stop!" Demetrius said, slapping his brother's hands away. "Keep this up and I really won't do anything with you anymore…"

"Oh hush up…Look…let's head out to the broom shed. Maybe there's some broomsticks lying around." Paris said as they exited the castle.

"Why do you care?" Demetrius said. "Oh!" after it dawned on him.

"We have to act as though we've no flying talents."

"Should be simple enough for you…" Demetrius said with a laugh. Paris glowered at him.

"But we have to look strained. Like we really want to learn. And we have to be somewhat loud about it…and argue…"

"Fun…" Demetrius responded sarcastically as they grabbed two brooms from the shed. Paris also grabbed an extra quaffle and they mounted their brooms, he wobbly soared into the arena.

"Am I down there?!" Demetrius screamed. "Throw it straight!"

"Oh shut up!" They were no longer playing out the anger. They were really getting frustrated with one another.

"Look, maybe we should just stop this…There's no one in here…" Demetrius said.

"Au contraire…" Paris said. "Look behind you…" He whispered. Demetrius looked to his back and saw a smirking face.

"Creepy…"

"Handsome…" Paris purred. "Look he's coming! Keep throwing."

"You have the quaffle!" Demetrius said. "Throw it!"

"Hi! How you doin'?" Paris asked as the handsome stranger approached.

"Top o' the mornin' to ya both…" He said in a gruff Scottish accent. Paris bit his bottom lip, Demetrius knew how irresistible accents were to his twin.

"Just throwing the quaffle around." Demetrius finally said.

"I see…"

"ahem…And you are?" Paris asked.

"Oh, sorry 'bout that… Oliver, Oliver Wood…" he said stretching his hand out for a handshake. Paris took it and introduced themselves.

"Twins?" Oliver asked.

"Can't you tell?" Demetrius said.

"By golly…you are twins! I couldn't tell from behind…" Oliver said to them with an amused smile.

"Oh, so you were watching?" Demetrius asked. Oliver blushed beet red and nodded his head rather meekly.

"Oh, of course. Couldn't help but see you were having some trouble, Paris…" Oliver said with a smirk. Paris shot him a mock glare.

"Well it's not my fault I'm athletically challenged!"

"I like tha… Athletically challenged." Oliver said in his thick Scottish Accent. "Maybe I can help you…"

"What do you mean?" Paris said. His plan was working.

"Well.." Oliver scratched his head. "If you were to throw the quaffle at this angle, and your release involved your wrists, like so, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad throw." Oliver smiled. Paris looked incredulous.

"And how would you know anything about quidditch?" Paris said, knowing full well that Oliver was the Gryffindor Captain.

"Why, I'm the Gryffindor Keeper!" Oliver said proudly, his chest swelling suddenly. "I'm the Gryffindor Captain, in fact…" He sat up straighter. Paris smirked at him and nodded his head. It was always cute to see boys try to protect their egos.

"Well then…perhaps I could trust your expertise…"

"Good…Now, throw it like this…ye-n-no…not like that…like…oh-uh-umm…n-no…" Oliver was inching his broom forward as Paris half-purposely made his throws bad. Demetrius smiled knowingly. Mr. Wood had no idea what was in store for him. When Paris had his eyes on a guy…Demetrius would bet his life that the guy would have sex with them that very night.

"Well don't just hover, Demetrius! Get the ball!" Paris said in over-played frustration.

"Well, don't get your knickers in a twist!" Demetrius called out as he sped to the ground, picking up the quaffle.

"Now, now Paris…Keep your cool…" Oliver said. "You'll get the hang of it. It's actually quite simple."

"Oh yeah? Then why can't I do it!" He said in dramatic resignation.

"Well…"

"It's just…I'm wasting your time and I'm still not doing anything correctly! I wish I weren't so stupid…" Paris said, slouching on his broom, pushing his head back in surrender, giving Oliver a look at his fragile swan neck.

"You're not wasting my time. I kinda like this…It's fun…" Oliver said. "Just listen to what I'm saying and maybe you'll get it…"

"Well… I just don't get what you're trying to make me do…I wish you could like…physically show me."

"Well, here, Demetrius, give me the quaffle…I'll show you Paris. This is what I mean." He aimed the quaffle at Demetrius and throw it straight at his chest. Demetrius caught and immediately returned it, a smile had played across his features. That was definitely the first and only decent throw he'd caught all day.

"Ok…so like…This!" Paris strained, threw the ball powerlessly, Demetrius sped to catch it before it fell to the ground.

"Umm..not quite…" Oliver said with a smirk.

"Well don't be smug about it!" Paris said. "I give up!"

"No, no, don't… here maybe If I" Oliver laughed, he moved close to Paris so they were both facing Demetrius. He tried to show what he meant by throwing with a wrist-release, but Paris still played dumb.

"Ok…I'm just gonna mount your broom and show you!" Oliver said with a tad bit of frustration in his voice. He left his broom in mid-air and sat behind Paris. Demetrius laughed loudly.

"What's funny?"

"Oh no-nothing…" he said. "J-just what Oliver said…"

"Oh shut up!" Paris said. Oliver grabbed hold of his waist, he leaned back to the Griffyindor's warm body, resting his head lightly on his shoulders. Oliver squirmed, and swallowed audibly. Paris winked suggestively at his brother as Oliver struggled to position himself.

"Ok…good…Now…this is what I mean." Oliver clutched Paris's arms with his own and positioned it. Paris nodded to show that he understood. Oliver was looking at the position of Paris's hands, while he stared at Oliver's face.

"Got it?" Oliver said, he turned to see Paris, but the younger boy was staring at his eyes. Oliver gulped loudly this time, Paris leaned backwards even more, then nodded like a little child. He turned quickly to Demetrius, giving Oliver a look at his determined face and of course a quick smell of his soft blonde tresses. He tensed, threw it half-well, causing the ball to actually be an inch away from Demetrius's broom this time.

"Did you see that?!" Paris said triumphantly. "Was that what you meant?!" He looked to Oliver who was still staring deeply at the nape of his neck, then his face. Oliver realized he was staring, shook his head and smiled proudly.

"That was a great throw!" He added a little too cheerily. "Awesome…"

"Demetrius throw it again!" Paris said, caught the quaffle and hurled it perfect aim at Demetrius now. He was getting tired of playing dumb. He was somewhat good at Quidditch, just not that great at flying. They passed the quaffle around until it grew dark.

"Oh crap!" Paris shrieked as he wobbled on the broom. The broom leaned forward threatening to throw Paris and Oliver down to the ground.

"SHIT!" Oliver cursed, he held on tight to the front of the broom and pulled backwards, leveling them. His right hand was on Paris's hand, at the tip of the broom, his other hand on Paris's small waist. Paris's head had fallen onto Oliver's shoulder, his other hand tightly woven around Oliver's neck. They were both panting, blood warmed by the liters of adrenaline flowing through their bodies.

"Are you guys Alright?!" Demetrius flew over to them. Paris's eyes were still closed, Oliver was staring intently at Paris's beautiful face still contorted in terror.

"I dunno…Are you alright, Paris?" Oliver finally asked Paris. Paris nodded slightly, eyes still closed, then shook it.

"Fuck…" He panted. "That was scary." Looking shaken up.

"Don't worry I'm right here…" Oliver said. "You won't fall anymore…" Oliver said with a comforting smile. Paris held tight to Oliver's arm and neck while he gently settled them to the ground.

"Well…nice meeting you, Oliver…but I think we may have stolen your time for far too long now…" Paris said still a little shaken up. "We're sorry…" he purred in Oliver's ear as Oliver dismounted.

"Oh no…I had a lot of fun…Don't you worry about it…" Oliver said, holding Paris's arm comfortingly.

"I'm a little sweaty…" Demetrius said. "I wish the showers weren't off limits at this time…Damn…I don't wanna sleep all stinky."

"The quidditch showers are always open…" Oliver suggested. "And I do feel like a quick shower"

Paris smiled and stopped. "Where is it?" He asked. Oliver and Demetrius laughed and Oliver led them to the Gryffindor lockers. He taught them how to summon some clothes from their rooms, and where to go. The twins waited while Oliver got something from his locker.

"This is better than I thought…" Paris said. "I think we're gonna get lucky twice tonight."

"Let's just loosen him up a little first…" Demetrius whispered as Oliver came back in.

"Here…Some towels…" Oliver handed them some white towels. Paris accepted it and nodded in gratitude. "You can come shower over here…" Oliver led them to the secluded shower stalls. He slowly stripped off his clothes at the bench near the entrance. Paris eyed him intently; Demetrius couldn't help but notice the beautiful body that Oliver had. He was tightly built, muscled lightly, his skinned tanned golden, no doubt the result of years of quidditch. His hair was messed in a charming way, his cheeks had a slight pink tint, and he had the tiny waist of a twelve year old gymnast. He pulled down his pants tentatively, looking at Paris, who was still fully dressed and gawking, and Demetrius who was already naked and coaxing his brother to do the same. Paris stripped down immediately. Oliver was still a little ashamed to bare it all. Paris went over to him naked and slapped his bum with a towel.

"Come on, man! I'm cold…" He said breezily. "Let's get this over with…" He and Demetrius ran to one of the shower stalls, and let the hot water cascade down their lithe bodies. Paris began to soak Demetrius's hair while Demetrius ran his hands all over his twin's body.

"What the fuck are you two doing?!" Oliver asked with a confused smile on his face.

"Saving water…come on, hop in! the water's great…" Demetrius said.

"And we'll keep you company…" Paris purred. Oliver looked skeptical then shook his head. He walked over to a shower head at the opposite end of the room, making sure he was fully covered.

Paris winked to Demetrius as Oliver took his shower far from them. Demetrius understood the signal and began to work the plan. He grabbed the soap from a silver dish that hung on the wall, went on his knees behind Paris and gently soaped his brother's crotch. Paris stood there, his hands roaming his smooth skin, moving rhythmically to his brother's stroking. It was only a matter of minutes before Oliver noticed them, Paris standing there moaning, Demetrius on his knees, stroking his brother from behind.

Oliver saw Paris, his hands caressing his chest, his arms, and his taut stomach. His head was rested back, exposing his thin, white neck. The thin drops of water from the light shower were cascading down his body. Paris's skin was slightly pink from the warmth, glowing from the moisture, looking soft, silky, alluring, entrancing…

"W-Wh-What are you doing?" Oliver asked breathlessly, swallowing audibly, his eyes were glued to Paris's body, and Demetrius's actions. Paris moaned louder, his eyes kept closed, Demetrius giggled and continued.

"Come on then, Oliver…" Demetrius said. "He's free for the taking…" Paris just moaned louder, he moved gently, rhythmically according to Demetrius's strokes. Oliver felt like he was going to faint, and the way Demetrius was giving the rapturous Paris away seemed even more inviting. Paris looked so delicious, and Demetrius's hanging dick wasn't so bad either.

"I-I d-don't know about this…" He stuttered. "W-Wh-What are you? Wh-what do you th-think is…"

"You know you want to, Oliver. Paris wants you too…" Demetrius teased, giggled again.

"I-I don't know about that…"

"P-PLEASE!" Paris said. "PLEASE OLIVER!" he begged, he looked over to Oliver, who was now stark naked, looking pleading, grunting with every thrust.

"P-Paris…I don't think…" He stopped, just staring at Paris's crotch.

"Please, Oliver? Won't you?" Paris, he moved away from his brother's touch and walked over to Oliver. They looked at each other, forest green eyes met arctic blue. "Don't you want me?" He said, looking sorrowful, closing in the difference between them with an electrifying kiss. It was gentle at first, barely touching, then it turned hungry, animalistic. Oliver melted in Paris's touch, his lips were hot from the fire of their kiss, his body convulsing from Paris's light, teasing touch.

"Don't you want me? You know I want you?" Paris whispered in Oliver's ear, then traced circles on Oliver's neck with his tongue.

"Y-Yes!" Oliver gasped, breathless from the foreign sensations.

"Oh, Oliver…" Paris moaned, grinding his lithe body onto Oliver's, their bare crotches touching together, making them hard simultaneously.

Demetrius came rushing behind Oliver, kissing him lightly on the nape of his neck, roaming his hands to Oliver's tiny waist, then up his stomach. Paris's lips would not leave Oliver's and Oliver's hands had gained new courage, touching Paris's back and running his fingers over Paris's golden tresses, then to his back where Demetrius was. The heat was intense, they were all sweating, occasionally moaning words of encouragement.

Oliver slowly broke from the kiss, panting, resting his head on Demetrius's shoulder. Paris immediately ran kisses all over Oliver's elongated neck, roaming his hands over Oliver's Chest while Demetrius took both of their hard erections and stroked them both at the same time.

"S-so h-hot!!!" Oliver panted, feeling Paris's smile in his kisses.

"Oliver…Can I…Can I" Paris moaned.

"Fuck! Ughh! Fucking do whatever you want…" He gasped in response. Paris smirked and continued. Demetrius turned Oliver's head side ways, and caught his lips in a long romantic kiss. Paris ran his tongue down Oliver's neck, his collar bone, his chest, his stomach, then lingering on the flat space in between the thigh and the dick. Oliver moaned into Demetrius's mouth.

"PARIS!" He grunted, as Paris teased the base of his cock, weighing his balls with an open palm. "UGHH!" He moaned. Paris smiled, continued teasing the back of Oliver's dick, slowly tightening and releasing his grip on Oliver's balls. Oliver licked Demetrius's jaws, his hands gently stroking Demetrius's dick from an odd way. Demetrius seemed to enjoy the unique position very much. Oliver's tongue traveled down Demetrius's neck, bit rather quickly as Paris engulfed the head of his cock into his hot mouth.

"AH!" Demetrius screamed in ecstasy. Oliver moaned, licking Demetrius's Adams apple. Oliver felt the lingering touches of Demetrius's soft hands, Paris's skilled fingers were teasing his nipples while he gained rhythm sucking Oliver's dick. "FUCK!" Oliver moaned as Demetrius's hard cock threatened to enter his butt.

"Oliver!" Demetrius screamed. "I'm gonna…I'm gonna cum!" Oliver hastened his strokes, running his fingers quicker, thrusting his hands rapidly, while pushing the crack of his bum to the exposed cock head.

"PARIS!!! OH PARIS!" Oliver whispered. "I'm gonna cum!" Paris made his movements quicker, his hands stroking Oliver's dick while his mouth gently sucked on the head of the cock.

"AAHH!" Oliver and Demetrius screamed as they erupted. White liquid flowing down Oliver's butt, and from the inflated mouth of Paris. Oliver's knees could barely support him, slowly giving way. Oliver fell on top of Demetrius with a thud. Paris fell forward, his nose buried in the wiry hairs of Oliver's pubes.

"Fuck…" Oliver whispered. "That was the fucking best sex I've ever had…"

"Had? We're not done?" Paris said. Demetrius gently pulled Oliver off of him.

"what do you mean?" The perplexed Oliver asked.

"I'm not done…" Paris said innocently, batting his eye lashes, then looking down on his still erect cock. Oliver licked his lips and bent forward to take it in his mouth.

"uh-uh…I decide…" Paris smirked.

A/N: Continued in next chapter… whew…I am tired, this was a very challenging chapter…hope you liked it!!!