Category: Harry Potter
Chapter: 3
Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama, Horror
Pairing: Fred/George, George/Harry, George/Draco(if you could even CALL that part a pairing. it's at the end anyways)
Rating: M or NC-17
Warning: Language, Sexual Situations, Twincest, Shounen-ai, Yaoi, Blood, Gore, Violence
Disclaimer: No, I did not create, own, control, dominate, have, have rights, have title, hold, inherit, keep, or retain Fred, George, Harry, or anyone else for that matter in the Harry Potter world. They currently belong to J.K. Rowling...(deep sigh) The plot and the story in general, however, DO belong to me.
Author's Note: See? I'm not dead! I am still updating this! . You reviewers kick sooo much ass, you dont even know. Your reviews made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside...(swoons) Wish I could give you guys something for being so awesome...well...no, I cant give you that...nope, that's important...well, anyways, I'll just give you this next chapter! How's that? x3 And you've all been asking for it, so here it is. Hope you enjoy!
Oh! And before I forget. Please disregard the horrible comments Draco makes. I wrote this a while ago, and it's horribly written, I know. -- I kinda rushed through that scene, so I know it sucks. And I'm very much aware that Draco can think of something SOO much better than that, but apparently, I cant. (sobs in corner)
"George, please. Eat something for me, babe." Fred pleaded as we sat in the Great Hall for breakfast. The worried look on his face caused me to sigh and avert my gaze.
"Please. Just a little bit." I felt his hand cover my own on top of the table as I looked up at him with guilt filled eyes.
Dont eat. Refuse him, the voice murmured as I bit my lip.
"But...not hungry..." I muttered, suddenly finding extreme interest in the giant oak doors on the other side of the room as I felt his hand that rested atop mine give a small squeeze. Hearing his other hand moving about, I glanced back to be greeted by the sharp utensil, scrambled eggs propped harmlessly upon the fork.
"Please George?" Locking our twin eyes, I exhaled deeply before abliging. Opening my mouth, I saw the look of happiness spread across his features before moving to feed me. If I had remembered where we were, I probably would have just taken the fork from him. But due to the small number of students scattered about the hall, it must've slipped my mind.
As I swallowed the food, I could see his smile spreading. I'd give anything for him to keep that expression. I loved seeing my brother happy. It filled me with an unfamilier warm feeling.
Maybe even...happiness.
"Oh, thank you! Now, can you eat a little bit more for me? Please?" Fred questioned, holding out another bite of scrambled eggs. Opening my mouth, I accepted the food willingly, feeling the unusual sense of hunger in my empty stomache.
"More." I urged around chewing, heart skipping a beat as Fred's smile widened. I watched as he grabbed a piece of bacon and held is out for me to chew up eagerly. It has been a while since I last ate. And with Fred feeding me, well...that was even better.
It was almost childish, but we didnt think anything of it. As long as I was eating, he was happy and as long as he was feeding me, I was happy. But soon enough, as my twin fed me another forkfull of eggs, the sound of multiple footsteps stopped behind me.
"Oh look. The Weaslbie twins. That explains a question we've all been wondering, eh boys?" Draco and his goons. They always seemed to stay at Hogwarts during winer break. No questions asked why.
"And what is that, Malfoy?" I growled out, feeling Fred's hand vanish from mine as the three boys snickered.
"That explains why you've all managed to stay pure-bloods." I glared heatedly at the laughing platinum haired fifth year. He had no fucking right to say that!
"Well, I wouldn't really call you lot pure-bloods. More like...impure blood or...incestous-blood!"
"You take that back you filthy, little, son of a.." but as I stood up to silence the little bastard myself, I felt a hand grab my wrist. Turning, I saw Fred giving me a look that meant,"Dont. He's not worth it."
Hand itching to grab my wand, I sighed and glared down at him, turning to follow my twin towards the door.
"Hey boys! I hope you two will learn from past mistakes and ACTUALLY wear a condom!" That did it.
Whipping around, I pulled out my wand and angrilly muttered the spell followed by the swish and flick.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" But before I could watch Draco fly into the air in triumph, my arm was roughly pulled on, causing me to fall back slightly wile running to keep up with him.
As we exited the Great Hall, the screams of Malfoy and the laughter of the students made me sneer in victory. Fred on the other hand, glared at me as he pulled us up the stairs, heading towards the common room.
"What?" I asked, confused at my brothers anger as we headed towards the fat lady.
"I told you not to do that!" But you ignored me!" he spat, muttering the pasword as we both climbed through the hole.
"Fred! Didn't you hear what he said! I couldn't let him get away with saying shit like that!" I cried, as we faced eachother in front of the fire.
"I know damn well what he said. But I wasnt about to make a big fucking deal out of it in the middle of the Great Hall!" he yelled back, fists clenching at his sides as he fumed. What? But...that's what we do. We're Fred 'n' George. The Weasley twins. We always get into trouble for the stupidest shit.
Not about to make a big fucking deal? Who are you?
"A big deal? What big de-!" I was abruptly cut off by Fred crushing his lips against my own, grabbing the front of my robe to pull me closer as is tongue forced entry into my mouth.
Somethings...different.
You're not the brother, I know. Or have you just...changed?
Thankful for the emptiness of the room, I kissed back; not exactly sure of doing anything else. And as if on cue, the feeling of eyes burning into the back of my skull came, but I chose to ignore it.
It was late. Like I actually gave a fuck. I sighed while continuing my slow walk through one of the many corridors. I had no idea where I was going but I had no desire to go back to the common room. Even if I was risking getting caught out of bed after midnight.
Turn right, the voice said as I obeyed without questioning. As I turned and blindly walked down the dimly lit corridor, I let my gaze fall to the floor.
Everything was alright now...right? I had Fred and he was helping me get better. All was right in the world. But then why do I still fee like this? Like...shit. And what was wrong with Fred? Why is he acting like...well, not himself. He's different. I cant even remember the last time we pulled a prank nevertheless invent something. I want to see the old Fred. My twin who didnt care about getting in trouble.
The boy I fell in love with.
I allowed my emotionless eyes scan the hall before turning to the pocket that held my wand. The urge was returning...
But as I reached inside to fish it out, I suddenly felt my body crash into somebody, causing us both to fall back to the ground unceremoniously. Muttering curses under my breath, I opened my eyes and glared at the unknown person.
"aw...bloody, hell, I'm sorry." Justin. Justin Finch-Fletchley. What was the fifth year doing down here? At this hour? I'd expected the perfect little Hufflepuff to be a good student and be in bed. Shaking my head, I stood to my feet and offered a hand to the boy. Taking it, I helped him up as we dusted off our robes.
"So sorry about that, mate. Didnt see you there." Justin apologized as I dropped my gaze to the floor.
"No, it's alight, Justin. Don't worry about it, but...what are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" I asked, giving him a confused look as he shrugged.
"I should say the same to you. But as for me, I'm not sure. I was just heading to my common room, when I ended up here." he explained, running a hand through his hair as I nodded.
Kill...Kill him..., the voice cooed as my eyes instantly glazed over. Nothing could possibly explain what happened next. Something came over me and I was...angry.
I felt my fists clenching as I glared down at Justin. For some foreign reason, I wanted to see him dead. I wanted his blood all over my hands. Watching through narrowed eyes, I caught his look of confusion.
"Um...are you alright? Mate?" I sneered at the fearful expression grazing his features. Pulling out my wand slowly, I advanced upon him, watching as he fell back dwon.
He's about to run. Stop him! Nodding absently, I raised the weapon and muttered a spell, ropes instantly flying from the tip to completely bind the Hufflepuff. Catching his mouth opening to call for whatever help he could muster, I sent a strip of duct tape as well. I noticed with sadistic glee as his eyes knowing eyes widened, tears streaming down flushed cheeks.
He was caught in my web.
Nowhere to go, little fly...
Putting away my wand, I smirked while kneeling in front of him and wrapping long fingers around that pretty little neck of his. I could feel the fifth year shaking as I tightened my hold threateningly, pushing my thumbs into his wind pipe.
"You know, Justin. You're not so bad looking. I can see why Harry fancies you." Towering over him, I straddled his waist; lowering my head to nip at the soft skin. I felt him stiffen as I shot out my tongue to taste the the beads of sweat that slid down his heated skin.
Fear...it tasted like sweet, sweet blood.
Pulling my head back up, I glared as he fought to say something against the tape, though it only came out muffled. Growling, I replaced my hand around his neck.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you. You have to speak a bit more clearly.." I whispered angrilly, squeezing his neck and raising his head to roughly slam it back against the hard, marble floor. The sickening sound was music to my ears as he shut his eyes, a drop of blood droipping onto the ground from the small wound.
Not enough though. I wanted to see more of the liquid heaven.
More pain...he needed it...
"Come on, Justin. I know you can speak louder than that." I growled in response to the small sound emitting from him. I raised his head once again to slam it against the floor repeatedly, a manical smile painted on my face as the crimson stained floor houseed a small buddle of blood.
Tightening my grip on his neck and pushing hard with my thumbs, I watched as he struggled. A futile attempt for freedom. His thrashing was beginning to annoy me.
Standing to my feet with a look of complete disgust, I turned and practically threw him at the wall; adding pressure and shoving his head into the wall.
Crack!
The blood looked beautiful. Completely flawless against the dust colored wall. Catching Justin's eyes rolling into the back of his head, I moved to sink my teeth deeply into his shoulder; mouth flooding with the lovely metalic liquid.
Pulling away, I licked my lips of the crimson and numbly stared as his thin figure turned rigid. Soon enough, I smiled, feeling almost accomplished as his body fell limp in my squeezing finger's embrace.
He was dead.
Prying my digits off of his beautifully decorated skin, I watched as the bound boy fell to the ground, blood leaking from the back of his neck and shoulder, staining his robes. Averting my gaze to the wall, I raised my hand and ran a finger through the liquid. Bringing it to my lips, I slipped my tongue over it, tasting everything that made up Justin in one drop.
Craving more, I kneeled next to his still form and snatched his robe, pulling him up so I could attach my hungry mouth onto his tainted skin. Sucking and lapping at the faucet-like holes, I heard faint laughter in the back of my mind as my eyes changed to their normal chocolate brown state.
What...where...am I? What...am I..doing? A tinge of metalic graced my taste buds as my eyes widened, instantly pulling away from the boy's shoulder. Feeling a foreign liquid sliding down my chin from the corner of my mouth, I began to shake as I stood up and away from the body; fear washing over my features as I watched him fall limp back onto the floor.
Justin...Justin was dead...
I had...killed him!
No...it wasnt true. I didn't kill him! But as I gazed at the crimson puddle on the marble floor and the blood stain on the wall, I felt my legs give out, causing me to collapse onto my knees., visibly shaking. I was a murderer. But...it couldn't possibly be true.
I couldn't remember doing it!
Sitting back, I pulled my knees up to my chest and shoved my head into my arms, feeling the tears escaping from my tightly closed eyes.
I was anorexic, a cutter, depressed, heard voices, and a murderer. What else was fucked up about me? The urge was suddenly too great and..I couldn't possibly resist.
I...I have to...
Feeling my hands begin to itch for my wand, I pulled out the desired object and rolled up my long black sleeves. Placing the tip to my wrist, I murmured the spell and watched as a long cut appeared, blood flowing down my arm almost instantly. But it wasnt enough...
I repeated the procedure, gazing upon the wound growing deeper and deeper, more oceans of hate and despair flowing as I switched to my other arm. I continued with every single slash I created, choking out sobs as I looked back upon the dead body of Justin every now and then.
It was like fuel...
Fuel for my growing need to hurt myself...
I began to feal weaker and weaker with each gash. I was slowly slipping away into unwanted unconsciousness as my body suffered large amounts of blood loss. My robe and white dress shirt were stained crimson as I gasped; air becoming thicker and harder to swallow. Maybe I was going to finally die...
Sighing heavilly, I dropped my arms; hearing the clicking of my wand falling away to roll into the puddle of foreign blood. Leaning back against the wall, I could still feel every drop of blood continueing to pool around my tall yet small frame. Ignoring the sound of fast approaching footsteps, I raised my head and blinked, vision growing blurry. Heavy breathing reached my ears as the footsteps stopped in front of me.
"George! Shit, George..." Fred. I felt his arms encircle me as I lowered my head onto his shoulder. I know I broke my promise. I lied to my twin. I lied to Harry, too. What was wrong with me?
As I felt him stand to his feet, I closed my blood shot eyes and whispered one last sentence before falling away into darkness.
"I...didn't mean...to kill him...It was..accide..nt.."
Soft lips brushed against my own as I groaned and let my eyes blink open slowly. Where was I? As my vision focused, I saw a tear streaked Fred staring at me, chocolate orbs drowned with worry. Raising my arms, I glanced at the blood soaked bandages . He had cleaned me up. Just like Harry usual does...
Looking back up at my brother, I locked our gazes as I felt his fingers intwine with mine. As I recalled what happened, I closed my eyes and turned my head, feeling the tears welling once again. I lied to my brother and not just a normal lie.
I broke a twin promise.
As I awaited the slap that was sure to come, I jumped when I felt the gentle caress of his hand on my cheek. Shyly looking back over at him, I caught his concerned gaze. Tears fell silently as, without a word, Fred leaned down adn pushed his lips against mine for a passionate kiss.
Kissing back, I pulled my hands out of his and wrapped them around his neck, feeling his slide down my bare sides and grip my thin hips. Why didnt he say anything about it? I would've expected him to hit and yell at me...
Something!
But instead...here we were...
As his tongue decided to let itself be known to my own, I raked a hand through his messy red hair as his skated down my flat stomache towards the front of my black pants.
Feeling my cheeks flush scarlet, my eyes opened instsantly only to lock onto my twin's open eyes. I heard his silent question as we kept our gaze connected.
"Do you trust me?"
Nodding slightly so as not to part, I let my lids close as he swiftly undid the dress pants, slowly sliding them off as I nibbled on his tongue, earning me soft moans that emitted from his throat. Once they were off, Fred began to pull away; opening my eyes to let a few straw tears seek freedom down my freckle covered cheeks. Looking up at his face, I realized his gaze was not on me, but upon my thighs. My eyes widened as I realized what just clicked in his brain.
Fred found the rest of my scars.
Shoulder shaking violently, I let the new flow of unwanted water cascade down my reddened cheeks. He wasnt supposed to see those either. Those were...
the more brutal ones...
Glancing down, I saw his shaky fingers slide up my damaged thighs, tracing the scars until he reached the end of my boxers. Giving me a quick look, I watched as he gripped the silk fabric and tugged them down, freeing not only my erection, but the sight of the hidden cuts.
Biting his lip, Fred let his digits trace the remainder of the once open wounds until he came across the largest and deepest scar..carved horribly into my right inner thigh. The droplets now reaching my chest, I watched as my brother drank in the letter in a slight trance; tracing it slowly as if memorizing it.
Looking back up, I could see the pain in his water logged gaze, immediately erupting into silent tears as he leaned down adn crushed our lips together, forcing entry into my mouth as our wet muscles fought for space. His digits snaked their way up my thighs until they encircled my throbbing cock.
Pumping hastilly as if we had no time, I hissed while arching my back and thrusting my hips downward to meet his skilled hand. Catching him slowing, I growled deeply within my throat, his pumps soon returning to their fast pace. As our tears melded together, I moaned loudly against his lips, my fingers clutching his muscles for dear life.
I wanted him to move faster, but slow down at the same time. I wanted my release, but I also wanted this to last as long as possible.
I wanted...
Before I could say anything, I felt his hand disapear and his lips vanish. Opening my eyes, I watched with heavy breaths as Fred locked our tearful gazes before moving back and lowering his head.
When I thought I knew what he was going to do, I jumped in surprise as he proved me wrong. His tongue was running up and down my scars.
Clenching my teeth slightly at the new sensation, I gasped abruptly. I could feel every single turn and angle his wet muscle took to glide up my inner thigh. Moving farther up, I twitched as he stopped at a certain spot. Looking down, I caught his gaze before he ran his tongue along the large letter that signified his name.
"F..Fred..." I moaned, shuddering as his warm breath brushed the saliva coated scar, causing tingles to erupt throughout my body. Moving up, I tossed my head back, crying out as his mouth engulfed my pulsating prick.
My hands were immediately in his flames of hair as that tongue of his glided and coated every region of my dick with his sweet tasting saliva. Holding it at the base, Fred sucked and ran his teeth gently on the underside, sending me into a frenzy.
Sliding his thumbs down my shaft, my body fell into convulsions at the feel of the rough texture plus the smoothness of his tongue tag-teaming me.
I couldnt take this anymore. I was going to explode at any second.
As he moved more quickly, and less detailed, I felt my cock hit the back of his throat and I was gone. I bit my lip to stifle the cry of ecstacy as I orgasmed harder than I had ever done. Feeling my twin swallowing, I rode out my climax, moaning deeply it almost sounded feral.
Once finished, Fred pulled back, allowing a long line of spittle before moving back up to me and crushing our lips together. Letting his tongue delve into my mouth, he graced me with the taste of myself before pulling away to stare down at me with mournful eyes.
Breathing heavilly and slightly jagged, I shook my head a bit to clear the overwhelming feeling of sleep before catching his look. Twin gazes sharing the exact same expression..
I'm sure it was more difficult then ever to tell either one of us apart at the moment...
I watched as a lone tear cascaded from his cheek to drop onto my own; finding myself blink in surprise. I wanted him to say something.
Anything.
I just wanted to know how he felt about what I did.
Just let me know you actually saw what I did! Please Fred...
Please..
As my bottom lip began to tremble, I watched as Fred sat up and began undoing his pants. I remained silent as he discarded the rest of his clothes to the floor. Left in nothing, my breaths could only come out in short gasps. Our eyes still connected, his hands inched my legs apart, settling in between them.
Fred brought up a hand and gave it a quick, sloppy lick before moving it to his length. Completely coating it witht he makeshift lubricant, he had me wrap my legs around his waist while he positioned himself.
No stretching. What did he take me for, a slut?
Fred...
Please...
Without warning, Fred thrusted inside me with a rough jerk; fully sheathing himself with a grunt. Catching the signs of my soon-to-come cry, he covered my mouth with his, but looking away.
That hurt more than anything..
Allowing the unwanted tears to flow, I noticed he had stopped. Always thinking of me. But it wasnt supposed to hurt this much. I hoped it'd get better as he looked back at me; eyes staring down at me with such intensity, I almost had to avert my gaze.
Nodding, I felt him begin to shift. Pulling almost all the way out, he shoved himself right back in, however slower than before. Moving back, he repeated, pulling away from my lips to groan and push his face into the crok of my neck. I could feel him change direction after every thrust as if he were looking for something. But my question was answered as his dick brushed against something.
"F...red...shit.." My mind went blank as I shook and mewled, begging him to hit that oh so sweet spot again. Complying, I cried out almost too loudly as I dug my my thanks into his back. Raising his head, Fred crushed our lips together while pounding into me harder and faster.
Each new thrust taking my breath away.
Moaning incoherently, I felt his grip tighten on my waist while foreign liquid fell upon my face. We both moaned and rocked together, tears and tongues mingling as he moved faster.
Just a little bit more...
No, dont move so quickly..
I could feel my body tensing as I neared. Shit, he didnt even touch me. He was just that good.
After a few more thrusts, I felt my inner walls squeeze upon his cock, causing his orgasm as he groaned loudly into the kiss. I followed suit as his swallowed my piercing cry.
We just..came together...
For a few seconds there...
we were..
one.
Pulling away, Fred collapsed against me, gasping for much needed breath. Our chests rose and fell together as I felt his hands sliding around the bed, searching for my own., As they met and intwined, I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling of my four poster bed. Why wont he say anything? I dont care if he's angry, I just want to know what he's thinking!
As the remains of my tears slid down the sides of my face, I felt a soft kiss planted upon my neck.
"I'm sorry..." I heard Fred murmur as I side glanced at him in confusion.
"For...what?" I gasped, feeling sleep attempting to pull me down. But his only reply were his gentle snores.
Sighing, I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, allowing my body to fall away into unconsciousness.
To be continued...
Author's Note: Sweet Jesus, I finally finished! o.O I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and here you go! Yummy, angsty Twincest sex! -wipes forehead- Now, I can rest before I start working on the next chapter.
Oh and before I forget. Happy Halloween Kiddies! Take this chapter as my Halloween gift to you all! So please, be kind and review! You know the drill. - I love you all and the next chapter shouldnt be TOO long away...ok, so I'm not sure when it'll come up, but so you know, I am NOT giving up on this story. It will be finished...eventually...--;;;