Closer then Brothers

By: Raneynr Lerrqu

Couple: Fred/George

Rating: NC-17

Summery: "Is there a way that you can find something mischievous that isn't a disaster…"

Warnings: Incest, young twins in an adult situation.

Disclaimer & Author's Notes: I do not own these characters, places, or original plot. I am writing this for the pure fact that we enjoy playing with these two characters; I am not receiving any profit. I'd like to thank my betas: Naomi Jameston, and Rynalin Onyx. Part 1 of the Twisted Together Series.

George smiled at the person besides him, they were the closest friends and unwilling to separate as brothers. George chuckled as Fred's head smacked against the train window; Fred was sound asleep. It was the end of their second year and they had almost been expelled for trying to steal a Hogwarts toilet seat.

Those attempts had failed due to Filch and his terrible timing. George sighed and leaned over to his twin. Fred was pressed against the window until George grabbed him and pulled him back to his rightful place, beside him. Fred was jarred in the return to his sitting position.

Fred opened his eyes and looked up at his brother, his identical copy, and sighed sadly. "You know, George, mum's going to kill us when we get home."

He laughed; "Yeah, most likely…but just think, our little brother, Ron, will be attending Hogwarts next year. She can yell at him then because," he paused pretending to be their mother, "Ronald will know better then to break one hundred school rules in his first year."

Fred laughed softly. "Yeah, but he'll have to brake at least twenty…I mean, he is our brother!"

Both boys laughed harder and looked over to their oblivious companion. Lee was just as asleep as Fred had been but he wasn't as likely to wake up as soon. The twins had kept Lee up with their attempts to keep the professor from expelling them. "I feel bad about keeping him up," George commented softly as Fred reclined to return to sleep. George did the same as he smiled.

A while later, after they had napped, the train arrived at London Station, and the two boys walked out with their things. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were awaiting their sons at the car. After their chests were loaded, they all returned home.

The Borrow was an interesting change for the twins, being accustomed to the castle rooms and corridors. Molly noticed the change in mood as her children entered the house. Fred and George took their things to their room and then came back into the living room where they sat down on the small, old couch. They hung their heads as their mother walked into the room.

They knew that they were in trouble. Molly sighed loudly. "How could you dare to do, attempt, such a disastrous deed? Why would you consent yourselves in degrading your family by doing such a devilish act?"

"Mother," Fred began, "you may not understand but my brother and I are very different…"

"Oh," Molly interrupted, "do shut up, George."

George chuckled. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother. I'm George; he's Fred. My brother does have a point though, we are different; our lives evolve around devilish pranks… except that and us or leave our habits and us alone."

Molly shrugged. "Sorry…George, Fred…Is there a way that you can find something mischievous that isn't a disaster…Or maybe something else to occupy some of your time?"

"We'll think about it…" Fred said as Molly glared.

"Very well, then, if that is your answer; go to your room and stay there until morning!"

George and Fred walked up to their room and locked the door behind them. "Can you believe that…she will probably ground us for the entire break—confinement to our room except for a meal and the bathroom. Unbelievable!" George bellowed.

Fred smiled. "More then likely," he paused, "we will just have to keep ourselves occupied; beside we have all our joke making kits, so we'll be entertained."

George laughed. "Yes, we have our supplies, but that will not do us much good; after a few days mum will take them away from us."

Fred frowned. "She will take them, won't she?"

As Fred finished, Molly unlocked the door and entered. "Boys," she started, "It has come to my attention that you still have ways to cause mischief; I cannot allow that."

George and Fred's eyes opened wide, horror evident on their faces. "Mother…"

She smiled sweetly, to them devilishly, and cast her spell. "Beyiik Xeyper," with that every joke reserve was gone, and all other fun things were moved out. The door shut and locked, from the outside, after Molly left and an opening in the wall appeared. This opening was placed at the twin's hip-level. They had no way out.

George frowned as he watched their things vanish; everything that was important was gone. Fred stared; they had nothing.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. They had a ton of paper, ink, and quills. They also had a few ingredients of their concoctions: oils, lotions, candy, powdered chocolate, and a few miscellaneous items...but nothing solid enough to make mischief with. Oh, they also had a pair of George's handcuffs.

Fred wrote the list as George called it out. Then, after it was made, they analyzed what they had and could do. Fred glared at the scroll. "We can make absolutely nothing with the small ingredients we have."

George smiled. "Surely, we can do something."

"Unlikely, brother, unlikely," Fred whispered. Silence ensued as the two boys tried to think about something that they could do but were unable to think of anything. They tried to find a way for hours, unable to prove that there was a way to keep themselves occupied.

They only began to pay attention when…Fred jumped, staring at the spot, that was now supporting dinner, the hole that had appeared inside of the wall. George grabbed both plates, then handed his brother one. He frowned as he sat down, preparing to eat.

They ate in silence, longing for summer to end. Fred glanced over to his twin, watching as he ate mechanically. His eyes were glazed over and he was blushing softly. "What is it brother?"

"Nothing," George's voice strained to answer.

Fred chuckled. "I know you better then that, what's wrong?"

"You've mayonnaise on your lip," George pointed out softly.

Fred laughed and whipped it off. "Thank you, truly, brother… Are you sure you are all right?"

"I'll be okay," George replied. Fred returned to his dinner and silently watched his brother play with his food. Fred sighed and walked over to George.

"No brother of mine is going to brood… What can I do?"

George smiled and patted the bed. Fred accepted the invitation with ease and smiled at his twin. He and George had always shared everything that was in their lives, so why was he being secretive now?

George smiled and reached for his brother, Fred let himself be grabbed. George hugged Fred with what was now an extremely mischievous grin, and Fred felt something cool settling on his wrist. He turned to look at the wrist in question when that same coolness moved across his other wrist and he heard a light chuckle. Fred suddenly realized that he was lying on his bed, his arms stretched over his head toward one of the middle bedposts.

He glanced up to notice that his hands were bound in George's Handcuffs, wrapped around the bedpost. He quickly searched for his brother's eyes, the hazel beauties that he always saw. Those eyes were smoldering as they watched his every move. Fred tried to move, unable to form words as his eyes noticed George licking his lips.

George smiled. "Fred, are you all right?" He then reached over and unbuttoned the shirt Fred was wearing.

Fred gasped, "George," then panted quickly, "what are you doing?"

George looked into Fred's hazel eyes and ran his hand across Fred's chest. "Nothing that you haven't thought about."

Fred's eyes snapped. "George…" he moaned as his pants started to be undone. "George…wait."

George froze, he heard uncertainty in his brother's voice, as he was about to unzip Fred's pants. "Fred," George questioned.

Fred glanced around. "Why now…better yet, why bound?"

George grinned. "Now, because we have nothing better to do…and it is a way to be mischievous without destroying things… Bound, because you'd pull away…" his voice trailed off. Knowing that Fred would demand to be set free and that Fred would order him to back off.

Fred smiled. "We can play with bondage later, for right now I want to be able to touch you as you're touching me." George's shocked eyes looked into Fred's and he saw his brother lick his lips. He grinned and unlocked the cuffs. Fred's arms snaked around George's neck and Fred kissed his brother on the lips.

George deepened the kiss when he knew Fred was ready. They stayed lip-locked for several minutes. When they released each other for air, Fred smiled. His agile fingers quickly undid George's shirt and pants, pulling off his shirt. George pulled Fred's shirt off and finished undoing his pants.

Their eyes connected and they were back to being twins, they knew each other's thoughts and emotions with just a look. They both laughed and kissed. Fred smiled devilishly and dragged off George's pants and boxers as one. George returned the favour and smiled as Fred moaned when their erections collided. George echoed.

George arched his head as Fred grabbed his weeping cock. George moaned as he reached for Fred's, both began to pump each other slowly. Their speed increased rapidly, needing more. Their eyes meet and they both let go. Pulling away from his twin, George tried to keep his breath steady.

Fred smirked as his eyes trailed over George's body. He ran his hands down George's chest and began kissing him with butterfly soft kisses. He trailed to his abdomen and then lower down to his aching cock. First he kissed the head and made an experimentally nibble on the soft sacs before he engulfed the leaking member.

George gasped as Fred played and nibbled. George was so close to the edge, he was so close to screaming; he wanted to take Fred, now. Softly George laid his hand on Fred's head and swiftly moved away from that wonderful mouth that Fred had. "I want you… take you, taste you, anything…please, Fred."

Fred nodded and helped George to sit up. "Do with me what you'd like, George," Fred said after he kissed George's lips again. George shuddered and he moved his hands along his twin's sides. He moved swiftly down Fred's body and licked Fred's member. He shivered from the contact. George smiled as he engulfed the cock in his mouth, sucking greedily. Fred gasped. "George…"

George moved his head up and down his twin's member, causing excited bucking from his twin. "George, I'm gonna…" Fred moaned loudly as he exploded into George's mouth. George drank every ounce and smiled as he came up to eye level again. After several moments, Fred smiled and looked into George's eyes. "What about you, George, do you want me to…"

George smiled and shook his head. "No, what I want I can't do because I don't want to hurt you."

Fred grinned. He knew already. "What about the oils and lotions, couldn't we use one of them?"

George sighed, "There wouldn't be enough."

Fred looked over to see the extra things for their dinner. A jar of mayonnaise caught his eye. "What about that extra mayo, there's plenty of that?"

George's eyes twinkled, it was brilliant. "You sure you want to do this, Fred… I'm not going to make you let me take you."

Fred smirked. "If you don't take me now, George, I think I might hurt you." George walked over and retrieved the jar and smiled as he turned to look at his very naked twin. He wanted to be inside Fred's body so bad, he was aching, throbbing and only Fred could cure him. George walked back to his brother and reclined on the bed.

"Relax," George instructed as a mayonnaise coated finger inched its way into Fred's body. Fred pushed back, into the finger, and gasped as pain shot threw him. "Fred, relax, if it's too much tell me to stop."

Fred moved against the finger again and smiled. "I'm fine, just needed to adjust… more, George."

George complied adding a second coated finger and started to stretch Fred's opening. George kissed Fred's partly opened lips, silencing the moan that was emanating, then added a third finger. They stayed there for several moments, spanning the opening to make it as gentle as possible. The fingers abandoned Fred's body suddenly.

He moaned in frustration and looked at his twin. George's eyes glimmered with desire. His eyes alone were enough to keep him relaxed as George moved inside of him in a single thrust. George and Fred shared a moan of pure ecstasy and George began to shift and thrust into his twin.

"Nuh, oh, god…" Fred breathed as he felt himself swelling again. Fred started to raise his hips to George's thrusts, keeping their fevered pace burning within them both. They arched and bucked, moaning loudly as both boys were coming close to their climaxes. "George," Fred gasped as he exploded in ecstasy.

George continued to pump inside his twin a few more times and then he too released himself. The two boys panted and smiled. "I love you, Fred…"

"I love you, too, George…" Fred chuckled and cuddled up to his twin. They fell asleep in each others arms. Fred awoke to the impression of having eyes on him, and on his twin. He paled as he looked up and saw their mother; she was looking down on them and glared at their naked, cleaning forms. "Morning, Mother…" George echoed him.

She took in a deep breathe and threw her hands into the air. "Fred! George! What the Hell do you think you're doing?

George smiled. "Making love to each other, why mother, because in a way it was your idea."

Molly screeched. "Fine, continue…this… but you must behave as long you two are under MY roof." Fred and George shared a twin's smirk and nodded; they would always have each other…

End Part One