Disclaimer and Warning: Not mine. Twincest.

I have read five, btw! And I hated it. Sorry. Six might just terrify me if I read it... anyway, on to the story! No one hate Fred too much after this, until you know why he's done such a thing...

Synonymy
Nothing At All

Whatever lies beyond this morning
Is a little later on
Regardless of warning
The future doesn't scare me at all
Nothings like before
(Utada Hikaru, Simple and Clean)

Their eyes were always locked. Always. Of course they'd stray occasionally, but not far. Never far. It was a game to see who could stare the longest, and whether they knew it or not, it was getting out of hand.

The tension had already ruined the bubbly conversation, and was already working on destroying the calm atmosphere. Fred licked his lips and smirked, turning to Alicia simply. "Bored, love?" He had to do something, fast.

She had her palm pressed against her face, all traces of a smile gone. She stared back with sleepy, annoyed eyes. "Why, whatever do you mean, Fred? The silence is absolutely to die for," she sneered. He nearly frowned, but grabbed her hand, feeling a heated look from the corner of his eye, and gave his best apologetic grin.

"Want to have a bit more, fun?" His voice had taken on a sultry tone, and she immediately took the hint, perking up remarkably fast.

He nodded and they got up, Fred shooting a look at George, who caught it and leered angrily. "Catch you two later, eh?" And they were gone off, and out the door.

Leaving George and Katie alone.

George didn't like this, and he wouldn't smile like he did. But it wasn't Katie's fault, obviously, so he smiled slightly at her, but she didn't smile back. Instead she asked, "Is something wrong, George? Is it me?"

She crossed her arms and pouted.

His frown deepened. "What? No. Just, I don't really know."

"Do you not like dating?" she tried.

He shook his head. "Well, erm, it's all right, I suppose. If you like that sort of thing." He grinned.

She looked shocked, so he supplied, "I mean, I'm not the 'dating' type, if you understand."

"Oh," she mumbled quietly.

"So it's not me then?"

"No, no it's not you, Katie."

Her fist smacked down on the table, causing a few stares to travel their way momentarily, costumers scowling angrily at their rudeness.

"Then WHAT is it, if it's bloody not me? You've barely looked at me all day! You and Fred just kept having a staring match, until he thankfully left. And now we're alone and you don't even want to... well, y'know!"

George blinked, took in a breath of air, and sighed. "I know... Maybe I just don't feel well..."

"That's just FINE, I'm leaving!"

Katie barely refrained from knocking over her chair and stomped out, leaving him sitting there, staring at the wall.

He couldn't bring himself to care, really.

oIo-olo-ooo-ovo-oeo-oyo-ooo-ouo-oro-oso-omo-oio-olo-oeo-

Fred's body crashed against the soft curves of Alice, all hands and mouthes and something bitter he tasted, something sweet, but he knew of something sweeter as he caressed her.

He didn't want to do this, but he couldn't let anyone know his secret.

She screamed into his mouth, and he hissed right back into hers, intent on making her believe she was the only one. As her lips attached themselves to his neck, he thought of sad blue eyes.

And soft red hair.

And he groaned, running pale hands through her hair.

She grinded against him before pulling away slightly, hooking a leg over his hip.

"Wuh, we don't have to do this Freddy," but she was already undressing him.

As instinct took over, he could clearly remember the way he wished she was someone else.

I'm sorry.

"Yes we do,"

and that was the end.

o-o-o

George immediately collapsed into a heap on the bed, biting his lip and moaning at the feel of softness caressing his aching body. Was he really coming down with something? Why was he so tired?

And sad.

Fred had left him to go and have a snog session with Alicia, who he hadn't paid attention to all night. It was infuriating, it was degrading, it was--

"I'm back."

Gentle lips nearly tickled his ear and he gasped, turning just the slightest and was met with the disheveled appearance of his twin, who crushed their mouthes together quickly, before breaking away completely.

George gasped, and brought a hand to his jaw, glaring at Fred as he clenched his fist angrily. "Just what the sodding hell was..." His words faded when he saw a bright red hickey decorating his brother's neck, and when he looked at his face, a huge smile curved his perfect lips.

And the kiss...they used to do that as children, when something pleased them, kiss as quick as lightning and then pull away... it was a crazy, strange tradition but they loved it.

He frowned.

"You..." He couldn't get the words out.

"I nailed her," Fred hissed crudely, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "And she loved it too, so I must be a bit good, eh?"

"Blimey Fred, what the HELL!"

Fred sat on the bed, crossed his legs and flicked George's nose, who only glared back. "C'mon, don't you want to ask the big question, y'know?"

Yeah, like what happened to their... silent agreement? He thought... he thought so many things. And now they were all changed.

"How could you?" he whispered brokenly.

Fred looked slightly started. "Didn't catch you there, what?"

"Why would you... why would you do that? I don't understand!" George screamed hatefully.

Fred moved to stand, and shook the covers away from his body. "I dunno. We were kind of caught in the moment and boom, it happened. S'all I can really tell you." He smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "So I take it you're not going to ask how it was?"

George shivered and pulled his blanket around him, narrowing his eyes. "No, I most certainly am not. I couldn't give a bloody fuck."

A hand on his shoulder made him flinch. "G-george," Fred hissed weakly. "I just, it was only once. It didn't mean anything--"

"Don't even touch me! Just leave me alone!"

Fred gaped openly, eyes wide with hurt, and a trace of fear. "I didn't know it would hurt you like this, I'm sorry!"

"What was that, that thing we did all night? With our eyes? And then you suh-suddenly break away and I'm so CONFUSED!"

Fred decided to give it another try and crushed his weight on his twin, grabbing his wrists and kissing them gently. "Calm down, love, it's going to be okay... I don't really, er, know what we were doing... George, are you... are you crying--because of me?"

"Nuh--no!" was the muffled reply.

"George," Fred whispered softly. "Alicia means nothing to me, if you want to know."

"I don't. Why do you say such things to me? And touch me like this!"

Fred smiled against a freckled cheek. "Because I'm... I'm your twin and I can."

"No twins act the way we do," George hissed gravely.

Looking up into soulful blue eyes, Fred's heart clenched painfully. "Do--would you like me... us to stop--is that what you want?" His voice took on a frantic tone, and he unconsciously clutched his brother closer. "Because I really don't know if I could function with out you, Georgie."

"Don't call me that! You know I hate it!"

"You've never told me that! Di-didn't you hear me?"

"We're not normal," George moaned. "We'll never be normal."

Fred let go of George, and slinked away, as if burned. "What's WRONG with us! I don't see anything in between! We are normal George, you're acting as if we're in love or something and this is some goddamned fairy tale!"

George sat up and pushed him away. "What if it is? What if we are? What then, Freddy? You seem to hold all the cards."

"Ah-are you saying what I think you're saying?"

George turned away, letting ginger bangs fall into his eyes. "No... No, just forget it, I'm going to sleep." He laid back down and pulled the covers up, closing the conversation.

Fred frowned, and sighed.

I'm just trying to protect you! Don't you think I know we're not like everyone else? That's why I've got to stop... whatever this is, and protect us.

Don't you already know how much I...

--how much I love you?


He sobbed dryly.

o-o-o

TBC...

Was it good, nice lovely angst?