Fred ran across the shadowy grounds of Hogwarts toward the border of the Forbidden Forest. His loose fitting cotton pajamas flapped about in the cold night wind and once or twice his bare feet slipped against the dew laden grass. Upon his hand was a pink mark; a yang symbol.

George ran in pursuit of his twin, his clothes in tatters as the chill autumn breeze cut through his skin and frosted his bones. He called out across the lawn, "Please Fred! Slow down!" but to no avail. His brother would not stop. In the light of the full moon a pink yin symbol glimmered on his hand.

Once he reached the edge of the wood, Fred collapsed against a tree, both his breath and his energy spent. This gave George the chance to catch his twin as he collapsed on top of him. Fred tried to worm away from him, his face contorted with anguish, but the other Weasley twin would not let go.

"Please George," Fred cried. "Please, go away! Let me be! I don't want to hurt you!"

"I don't care if you hurt me Fred!" said his brother. "Don't you get it? Seeing you in pain hurts me more! Please, let me do this for you."

"Don't you get it? The cravings are getting harder and harder to control! Just look what I did to your sweater! I don't want to think about what I could have done to you tonight, George!"

"I think you are the one who doesn't 'get it' Fred. Without this exchange neither of us will go on living. You've tried animals and I've tried other men, but it doesn't work. My strength comes from you, just as your strength comes from me. Now," he said, removing his shredded shirt, revealing a torso covered in scars. "You need to feed." George reached back and removed a dagger from his waistband. He lifted the tip to a clear patch of skin on his shoulder and made a shallow cut which began to run with blood.

The wind picked up again and carried the scent of the blood to Fred's nostrils. He began to writhe in agony, fighting an internal battle between decency and debauchery. Finally, the blood lust won out and he leapt toward the abrasion on his brother's shoulder. Fred placed one hand on George's cheek and the other on his hip. His tongue creeped out of his mouth and began to lick away the crimson liquid. It probed into the wound and savored the metallic taste of his twin's blood.

George pushed Fred away and cut another wound into his hand. "This will have to do for now," he told his brother. "You got your sweet nectar of life, now it's time for me to get mine." Fred grabbed the hand and began to lick the fresh wound, taking in as much of the scarlet waters of life as he could. George knelt down in front of his brother and pulled down his pants, exposing his buttocks and genitals to the cold night. Fred, obsessed with his own meal, took no notice as his penis began to grow at the touch of his twin. When it was long and hard George went to work.

Gently placing his lips around the cockhead, George ran his tongue up and down the pulsing member. He felt every vein in Fred's penis bulge as they rushed blood into his stiff pecker. But blood was the other brother's source of strength, not his. He craved a sweeter juice, one that was creamier and more pleasurable than the crimson waters of life. He could still remember the first time that he had tried to feed in this way. He had cried like a baby. Tears streamed down his face as he gagged upon finding his brother's cock too large for his mouth. Now he did the deed without a thought or a care. It was like fitting two pieces of a puzzle together. George enjoyed every moment of his meal; the taste of his brother, the smell of sweat on the breeze and the satisfaction of a full stomach.

Fred continued to lick away at the gushing blood, completely unaware that he was beginning to reach climax. George's head was quickly moving back and forth along the other Weasley twin's hard cock trying to speed the process along. Finally the orgasm was achieved and a load of Fred's sweet man juice shot into George's mouth and down his throat. Satiated, George sat back on his heels and let out a sigh, letting his hand fall away from Fred's mouth.

Whenever he was feeding, Fred would go into a trance where all he could think about was the blood before him. But the sensation of his own orgasm was so strong that he would snap out of his frenzy long enough to take in the situation before passing out. Tonight was no exception. As soon as he came into his brother's mouth he collapsed onto George's lap.

George Weasley cradled his twin brother in his arms, gently stroking his face. Ever since they started playing the love game, neither twin could eat or drink. Food would turn to ash in their mouths and beverage would dry up as soon as it hit their tongue. The only substance that could sustain Fred was George's blood and the only substance that could sustain George was Fred's cum. Fred still fought the result of the game, though George had submitted to the will of the Fates. George looked over at his tattered sweater from earlier that night when Fred, in a fit of hunger, had tried to claw away at his brother's skin.

How ironic, thought George, turning to look at the moon, that this should be how the game ends. All our lives we've been a set of two. One could not exist without the other. I had Fred to justify my existence and he had me to justify his. Now, we truly need each other. I am the only one who can satisfy you and vice-versa. We really can't live without each other. He looked down at his brother's sleeping form and glanced at his brother's peaceful face… his face. This is our curse brother, it always has been. It's just taken a new form, that's all.

Kissing him on the cheek, George lay down next to Fred and wrapped his arms around him to help keep away the cold. As the two young men drifted off to sleep, the moon looked down with sorrowful eyes, for she too knew the pain of forbidden love. A shooting star streaked across her face and fell into the horizon, making it look almost as if she were shedding a tear for the poor cursed twins below.