Disclaimer: They're not mine.
Warning: Twincest.
Pairing: Fred/George
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Synonymy
Burn the City Down
The best part of believe is the lie
I hope you sing along
And you steal a line
I need to keep you like this
In my mind
-Fallout Boy
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The word forbidden had never been so close to home, had never tasted so delicious as it did now. Hands that locked, every single freckle, a voice that mirrored the other. The same, everything was the same. It wasn't narcissism, it was something deeper.
Two pools of dark blue rolled, closing in on their match. George smiled, shifting a little and clutching his twins upper arm tighter. "Fred," he whispered, almost giddy.
"What, George?"
George giggled, laying his head on his brother's chest. "This is nice."
Pale fingers threaded through soft, red hair. Fred grinned down at George, breathing in deeply. "Sure it's real? Nice things aren't much comfort when you like to dream."
George raised his eyebrows, stifling a snicker. "What? You've been around Hermione far too much, haven't you?"
"But George," Fred started innocently. "How could I when I've been with you most of my time, dearest?"
They shared a soft laugh, George's nails digging into Fred's sides as he clutched his twin close to him, smiling heavily. "M'tired," he murmured, eyes drooping down.
"Then sleep, silly. I'll be here when you wake up."
Nodding, George reached over, took Fred's high cheek bones in his hands and brought their lips together in a fierce kiss, spilling all his emotions, stripped down to his very core, into it. Fred's shoulder's hunched, his spine tingling with delight. George panted as they drew apart, grinning deviously.
Fred sighed loudly, a matching smirk curving his lips. "Where'd you learn to do that?"
"You," was all George muttered while he dipped down again, claiming his twin's puffy red lips like a starving man. They wrestled good narturedly, until finally Fred stumbled upon his brother, a knees lodged messily between the boy's legs, their mouths still ferociously battling with teeth and tongue.
When air presented a need far greater than what they were currently doing, they broke apart, heaving for oxygen and clutching each other selfishly.
"That was..." Fred began.
"Intense," George finished breathlessly.
Lips met again, gently, and pulled back. Love shown between, eternal in their bond.
"I... I know l love you, George."
George snuggled closer. "Likewise Fred. Bed now?"
He couldn't stop the crooked, dopey smile on his face, as he slowly closed his eyes, nodding.
"I believe that's a good idea."
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"Breakfast."
"Shu'up Lee."
"C'mon, there's plans to had! Get up you two lazy - hey, why are you in George's bed, Fred?"
The twin in question cracked one dark blue eye open, hoping to convey his message of annoyance. Lee stood there, arms folded with a slightly confused look on his face.
"Well then?"
"M'not gonna answer, you blasted twit!"
"I'd like one!"
"Fer' What?" the red head slurred, quickly taking back his arm from George's side. Lee continued to eye him suspiciously. Finally, Fred stumbled out of the cozy covers, and his lovers warmth, and instead pulled on a pair of trousers, noting their slight tightness, and knew them to be George's. He combed back his long red hair with his hand, griping about the weather.
Lee repeated his question. "So what's with the bloody bed thing, then?"
Fred turned to him, narrowing his eyes. "What the bloody hell d'you care, for?"
The quiet counter seemed to throw the other boy off balance, because Lee straighted, and shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, er, I guess - "
"Exactly," Fred snapped. "Now I'll wake him. Meet us in the hall in a few, eh?" His eyes scanned the floor in search of a sweater, found a navy blue one, and slipped it on. Lee nodded, and walked out briskly, same puzzled expression passing over his face.
He turned swiftly, and sat down beside his sleeping twin, smiling at the soft snore that came from the bundle of curled up blankets. His fingers ran across a pale cheek, painted with freckles. Fred shook his brother gently, pleased with two pools of blue opened to him.
"Morning."
"What time is it?" George groaned. His arm swung up and nearly knocked off Fred's head, if not for his daring dodge. Fred grinned.
"Time for you to get up and get some food. You're getting too skinny."
George rolled his eyes as he stood, wobbly almost, in search of various clothes scattered about. "For the last time we're the same weight, Fred." He stopped to snicker. "Maybe you're packing some weight, eh?"
"Bollocks," Fred shouted, before roughly grabbing George's waist, making a face, and pulling his twin down on the bed, snorting. George yelped, bouncing as his eyes focused.
"Hey... it's not that bad." George pouted furiously. Fred bit his lip, hiding his mirth. He approached his lover, tugging him up into a tender kiss.
"Get some pants on man! Then lets eat."
Fred chuckled while George noisily threw on a few things, grumbling about his pants Fred was currently sporting.
"They're obviously mine, I fill them out quite a bit better."
Fred shrugged, sitting down across from Lee at the Gryfindor table. "Oh stuff it, must you complain about everything?"
"FRED!" George nearly shrieked, hurt filled his eyes, before he willed it away. Fred sent him a disarming look, clearing reading play along.
And George did, quite adahmently.
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The days went on like that, suspicion, if any, was quelled by the simple banter and quiet feud they farced into making people believe, when in reality, their relationship was deliciously romantic, and beautiful.
Love could never be like this, no matter who it was with. It was nearly impossible to achieve such perfection, such happiness between two lovers.
And still, they acted like twin's, in public. Brotherly, and loving. It wasn't that far from the truth. Just a little more deeper, and you had what they had.
Fred turned to his twin, kissing his cheek as they cuddled.
"Ge'th'a wan'... slimy g't," George muttered in his sleep. Smiling, Fred reached up and pressed a peck on George's temple.
Nothing could, or would, tear them apart. Time made them prove themselves, and they won.
Game over.
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The End.
Epilogue may be added. Thanks to everyone who reviewed this piece, I'm very pleased with the way it turned out. I probably spelled Gryfindor wrong again, but I wanted to post this tonight. :D