Silver thoughts

Title: Silver Thoughts
Author: Aniay
Parts: 2/?
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Fred/George eventually Fred/George/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3447/?
Warning:
This chapter: slash, twincest
Whole story: slash, twincest, threesome, slight angst
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Harry Potter. Sadly. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this fanfiction (including material in the comments) are fictional and are intended to be and considered to be by the author of said material of the legal age of consent in the United States state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from.
A/N: Big Kudos for wakisashi_girl and SweetSorrow for betaing this for me. Ok so it was supposed to be 4 chapter long max and it’s growing O_o



Two more years passed since the talk with Charlie. Two more years in which George hadn’t gathered the courage to tell his twin brother about his feelings. When the topic eventually emerged, it wasn’t even George who brought it up.

Grimmauld place was usually cold in the evenings, cold and terrifyingly quiet. It was an unfamiliar house full of hatred and it had been a mystery how anyone could have called it home. When everyone slept, it seemed that the house was dead. One of such evenings crept upon Fred and George in their room and sent shivers down their spines…
‘Uhhh, you felt it?’ George shivered and sat closer to his brother.
‘Yes, that house is awful,’ Fred embraced him. ‘Now.. feeling better?’ George nodded, feeling the warmth spread from the place where their bodies touched.
‘It’s good to be twins, don’t you think?’ George said off-handedly.
‘Mhm...’ came an intelligible reply.
‘There is always someone to talk to, to play with, someone who is always by your side.’
‘It will be hard when we finally find someone and move away from each other,’ Fred hugged his brother closer but George felt his heart skip a beat ‘soon we will finish school and…’
‘You don’t want to live together with me?’ George whimpered quietly, trying to hide his disappointment.
‘What?’ Fred looked at his blushing brother. ‘No, it’s not that, but do you really think you will find a girl who will let you live with your twin brother as a fifth wheel?’ George blushed even more, making a fruitless attempt to hide it by lurking behind his shoulder. ‘Why you’re blushing, Forge?’ George’s heart started beating faster.
‘You said “girl” and lately I started to think that I’m gay, you know.’ George felt another wave of heat hitting his cheeks and ears.
‘Really?’ Fred smiled. ‘It seems that’s two of us then!’George looked at his brother with plain disbelief in his eyes.
‘Really? Why haven’t you told me earlier?,’ He asked, feeling another stab of pain in his heart. They were falling apart, having secrets, own lives. He didn’t like it.
‘Thought it was obvious. Remember how I told you about that little kiss incident with Angie. Still getting goose-bumps at a mere thought of it,’ he shivered. ‘And you call yourself my twin?’ Fred’s face lit with a big grin, an indication of last comment being a joke. George, however, stared at the floor.
‘I’m only your twin, not a bloody telepath.’ Only a twin, that sounded awful. Only. As if they could be more than twins, could they? Was there any hope at all? ‘Do you have anyone you fancy?’ George tried to sound casual but his voice was strained. And he couldn’t look into his brothers eyes, not with all the emotions swirling inside him violently. Didn’t he gave up hope some time ago? Why, suddenly, it all came back?
‘There is one person, actually…’ Fred grinned mischievously.
‘Are you going to tell me, or do you plan on having more secrets?’ George snapped, blind to his brothers warm smile and the eyes that were looking straight at him.
‘I love you, brother…,’ Fred smiled a warm smile of happiness.
Not daring to let out his breath, George eventually mistook that slight hint of a smile in Fred’s voice for a joke.
‘I mean: really... I don’t feel like joking right now,’ Fred stroked his brothers face and turned it lightly so that George was looking straight in his eyes.
‘And if I wasn’t joking?,’ George gasped, his brothers eyes happy but completely serious, not a hint of joke in them.
‘As for love “Love”,’ George gulped. The feeling of abandonment was dissipating, once again hope sipping into his being. It was happening. Fred nodded lightly never leaving the stare. ‘It would make two of us…’ said George and flung his arms over Fred and momentarily their lips met and George felt what he’d been searching for , felt his brother feeling the same emotion and passion that had been burning his mind and soul for a long time already. Suddenly it wasn’t him and his brother, but it once again was them. At first it was just a simple pleasure of being so close to each other again. Feeling of two hearts beating together brought back memories of the bright past they shared, memories where they weren’t separate beings, the times when they were one. Lips and bodies being so close as they haven’t been for a long, long time. How could they live without it for so long? The last time they could recall was when they were kids. They parted, noses still touching, eyes fixed on each other. Feeling of belonging and being needed warmed their hearts.
‘Chickening out, Fred?’ George teased with words whispered against the other’s lips.
‘Never’ Fred answered and closed the tiny space between them to kiss his brother again. He delicately put the tongue out and tenderly licked over George’s lips, asking for the entrance, which his brother granted him in a blink of an aye. Their tongues met for the first time, sending electric sparks of excitement through their bodies. Both felt the other’s pleasure, and the kiss that began as slow and tender meeting of lips, became , tasting, just getting to know each other - because it seemed they never knew each other enough. But their heartbeats were growing faster, urging both boys to act upon the growing need. Kiss grew in intensity as they groped on each other. Tongues were fighting for dominance, teeth nibbling at lips, both boys whimpering and groaning. It was like never-ending struggle to get closer to one another, to integrate together and in the same time to give as much pleasure as possible.
They parted, panting, but still keeping a firm hold on the other’s body as if they could have been swept away from each other by the waves of regret.
‘Gods, that was…,’ Fred started, his breath hitched.
‘Amazing’ George continued, smiling dreamily.
‘Mind-blowing’
‘Completely ...’
‘Totally...’
‘HOT.’ they finished together and laughed lightly.
‘Now where was I…’ Fred mused.
‘Don’t know how about you’ George nuzzled his nose against Fred’s, ‘but your tongue was deliciously exploring my mouth.’ he licked on Fred’s lips teasingly. ‘Care to put it back? I promise I won’t bite...,’ George smiled. ‘ Unless you want me to…?’
Fred didn’t need any more coaxing: he shoved his tongue inside George’s mouth, pushing him to lie on the floor. Low moan elicited form his brothers mouth. He straddled George’s hips, immediately feeling his brother’s erection.
‘Mmm, aren’t we happy to meet,’ he whispered and rocked his hips into his brothers.
George moaned again at the friction and responded with rocking his hips back and sucking Fred’s tongue into warm cavern of his mouth. They were finally together, really together, in a way they should have discovered much earlier, in a way that felt and was right for them. They were rocking constantly their cloth covered erections together and Fred hadn’t noticed when he started purring in response to his brother constant moaning. Their hands cupped their ass cheeks.
‘If we don’t stop...’ George breathed.
‘Yeah, me too…’ Fred answered and resumed the kissing. He squeezed his brother’s ass and rocked few more times before he felt the white lightning of orgasm hit and make them come, both groaning into each other’s mouths as if they were a single entity. After they heartbeats came back to normal they were still clinging to each other, never wanting to get separated again. Now and then they couldn’t care less about the cold stone floor they were laying on, because they were together and nothing else counted. They were brothers, identical twins and lovers and it was closest to being one as humanly possible.
‘Fred,’ George nuzzled his nose into Fred’s neck.
‘Yes?,’ Fred was stroking his brother’s soft ginger hair
‘Never ever let me go…’
‘Never’
‘Ever’
‘Always’
‘Together’ they hugged each other greedily, before reluctantly letting go and regaining vertical positions awkwardly.
‘Can I sleep with you tonight?’
‘Yes, oh yes,’ Fred, in the wave of emotion, hugged his twin. ‘We will never sleep separately ever again.’
They discarded their stained clothing on the floor and, naked, climbed to bed and under the covers. They hugged and cuddled together until sleep came and took them to world of dreams. Their bodies flush together heartbeats aligned, their dreams shared.

Next morning found them spooned closely into each other. George woke up with a smile on his lips and with a memory of what he thought was just a nice dream. He tried to move to stretch his limbs, but there was a source of heat right behind him. Suddenly he became aware that his memories haven’t been a dream after all, that he was sleeping naked with his twin brother. He stirred and felt two familiar arms hugging him closer.
‘Hello, sunshine.’ Fred pressed warm mouth to his neck sending pleasurable shivers running down his spine along with feeling of togetherness that was like the best feeling in the world.
‘Hey…’ George smiled. ‘Thought I was dreaming last night,’ he smiled and pressed his back closer into his brother.‘ What time is it?’
‘Still have plenty of time, don’t worry,’ Fred’s hands moved to slide over George’s chest.
‘What do we do now?,’ George asked.
‘We will snog once again and then we shall see.’ Fred started to shower George’s back with rain butterfly kisses.
‘I’m serious, Fred’
‘Well so am I’
‘But about what the others would say?’ George felt uncomfortable stirring under the weight of his conscience but even after he’d asked all this questions he didn’t even try to care. It all felt so good…
‘When did we even care what others think?!?’
‘You could try to think about mum for a change, you bloody egoist… If she’d known she would have got a stroke’ Fred was still exploring his chest with his hands.
‘Same thing If you’d say you are dating Snape.’
‘Fred!’ George tried to sound fearsome but in the same moment Fred pinched his nipple and it came as a breathy moan.
‘What? You’d be with anyone else would you really come to her babbling about you sex life?’
‘Fred…’ Another try at dangerous tone failed.
‘Besides there were times when marriages between family was allowed.’ Fred propped himself onto elbow and looked at his brother.
‘Marriages?!’
‘Theoretically, mum and dad are cousins’
‘Wha… are you mad?’
‘Last time I checked…,’ Fred made a pause, ‘yes.’ he nodded, looking all serious.
‘You…’ George sighed, ‘Have you ever heard about twins’ marriage?’
‘Erm…’
‘Siblings?’
‘Yyy’
‘Cousins in the first line?’
‘Well… No…’
‘Exactly’
‘George, for the Merlin’s balls, you think too much’ Fred sagged over the bed.
‘And you just don’t think at all!’
‘Ah, on the contrary, I do,’ Fred said seriously. ‘It’s just it took us much too long to put our asses into move towards each other and I don’t want to loose you again because of “others”...’
‘Fred…’
‘Fuck the rules, we are perfect like that! There is written in so many places that this,’ he made a gesture with his hand ‘is wrong but it feels so right. We want each other. I don’t want to ever get separated from you,’ Fred was looking straight into Georges eyes.
‘What if one of us will fall in love with someone else? I love you Fred, and…But the… World is so fucked up!’ George cuddled closer to his brother.
‘Remember what Charlie told us when he was going to Romania?,’ Fred stroked George’s head ‘The more we love, the more place in our hearts to love even more.’
‘Yeah, I remember that, we were crying then so much, we barely seen anything,’ George smiled.
‘He kept hugging us like mad and couldn’t stop repeating how much he loves us. I miss him…’ Fred’s face wore a dreamy expression.
‘Yeah.. and he knows…,’ George uttered, deciding to tell his brother the truth.
‘Knows about what exactly?’ Fred looked at him curiously.
‘Us. When we were in Egypt I told him what I feel and…’
‘You knew? For so long? And it emerges NOW?’ George blinked, confused with the Fred’s outburst. ‘I just noticed around the Yule ball and the failure with Angie. And Charlie knows… What did he say?’
‘Told me to tell you. Convinced me there is nothing to loose. Remember when you found me early n the morning sleeping with Charlie and Bill by the bonfire. It was then’
‘Ah… Traitor…,’ Fred bent over his brother. ‘Now maybe you will put your pretty mouth into other use than talking we…’ there was a loud banging on the door and their mother shouted,
‘Fred, George! Breakfast!’ and her steps carried her lower to younger part of a family.
‘We are out of time,’ Fred smooched George shortly, sighed and jumped off the bed.
George smiled, stepping out of bed as well. In a few seconds his wand was in his hand, summoning his clothing.
‘Good to be of age finally. It’s a torture finding clean clothes by yourself’ he mused. They dressed up and with grin on their faces their apparated downstairs.

Day passed and when the cold evening once again crept into Grimmauld Place, it brought a sudden guest of one Harry Potter, angry as a bee.
He proved to be enough distraction for the twins that they didn’t think much about what that was, what was happening between them. Days were full of work which their mother seemed to have prepared especially for them to use them as much as possible before they went back to Hogwarts. If they were not doing chores, they were working and experimenting on new additions to their shop. The summer passed and beside the nights, when both brothers were sleeping peacefully, snuggled close to one another, everything seemed normal. And then came the inevitable, the last day of them having their own room.

-‘Fred?’ George started, eyes wide open even though just moments ago he was just about to fall asleep.
‘Mhm?’ Fred murmured in response.
‘We’re going back to school, we won’t be able to sleep together anymore.’
Fred cracked one sleepy eye open.
‘Not being able never stopped us before’ He snuggled closer to his brother.
‘Fred, you are being irresponsible’ George sighed heavily.
‘Nothing new…’ Fred yawned ‘You have any ideas?’
‘We will have to stop unless you come with a reasonable explanation why we suddenly started to sleep in one bed.’
‘Saving space?’ Fred leaned into George pressing a kiss into nape of his neck.
George wriggled his bum and felt his brothers cock poking him in between his cheeks.
‘Mmm that feels nice...’
‘Anyway, why we came back to wanking if we have each other, hmm?’
‘Don’t change the topic Fred… Oh’
Fred moved and in a blink of an eye George’s hands were pinned above his head, exposing the creamy, freckled torso. He leaned into George and kissed him tenderly.
‘Now spread your legs for me, Georgie’ Fred smiled.
There wasn’t any shyness and dancing around each other. They knew themselves and each other, they already trusted one another with their lives, something impossible to achieve with someone from the outside. For George everything was comfortable when there was just the two of them. He could get naked and hoop like a bunny around the room if Fred would ever asked him to. So he gladly obliged, feeling a little twitch of his already hardening cock.
‘Do you have something in mind for me?’ he asked.
‘An idea or two, just close your eyes,’ Fred kissed him and after closing his eyes George felt his brother moving lower, between his legs, and then, there was little tickling on his tight. His erection stirred happily when wet warmth was pressed to the tip of his cock. George gasped at the feeling. He cracked one eye open and stopped himself from groaning at the arousing image. Fred was looking at his groin, hovering, unsure, just over George’s cock, pink tongue sticking out from his lips.
‘You chickening again?,’ George asked, hint of a smile in his otherwise hoarse voice.
Fred looked at him with plain resentment.
‘You’re supposed to have your eyes closed...’ he whined.
‘Mmm... and miss the show? You just don’t have the courage to do it…’ George gasped when Fred licked the head swiftly. He instantly abandoned any thoughts he might have had. Fred took the hard shaft into his hand and stroked. The drop of precum gathered on the tip which Fred tickled with a tip of his tongue, smiling. With a concentration in his face, he opened his mouth and slided them over George’s dick eliciting a needy moan from his throat. Fred sucked and suddenly The Feeling hit George again. Fred instantly raised his head, his brother’s member slipping from between his lips with a little pop.
‘You felt it?,’ asked Fred and received a nod for an answer.
‘But if you could please continue, it was getting interesting… and your mouth feels heavenly on my dick...’
Fred smiled at George’s words and returned to the hard twitching shaft. George groaned as Fred once again took his cock inside his sinful mouth and bobbed his head, swirling his tongue around the tip and George instantly was limited to monosyllables.
‘Oh yessss,’ George moaned, hands flying to ginger hair of his brother. Fred sucked and George bucked his hips. Fred took him deep again, making George gasp. Fred stroked hard shaft and licked the head, his hand moving faster and George felt his orgasm approaching. He opened his eyes which closed somewhere along and saw his brother with mouth stretched around his pulsing manhood. ‘Fred...,’ he moaned and seeing that Fred looked straight into his eyes and feeling him moaning around his erection, he came hard in Fred’s mouth, feeling him swallow his come.
Fred let the softening organ slip out of his mouth and he was promptly pulled upwards to George, who shoved his tongue inside those sinful mouth that have just brought him release. Fred groaned, letting his brother explore and taste his own come.
‘That was brilliant,’ said George when hey finally broke the contact.
‘I knew you’d like it…’
‘I taste strange though, and you drank all of me...’
‘Heard somewhere it feels good’
‘It does. Were you practicing or are you just a natural?’
‘Erm.. Tried once on a banana, but the shape is all wrong…’
‘We could always make bananas with good shape. Hmm... Blowjob Bananas?’ Fred snickered at the idea ‘Now what we should do with you?,’ George smiled and rolled Fred on his back, pinning him down. ‘You want me to suck you as well?’He felt Fred’s cock twitching in response. ‘Do you have a thing for dirty talk, brother?’
‘Try me?’
‘So do you want me to suck your cock like a good little slut and drink your come?,’ purred George. Fred whimpered at his words, his hips bucking involuntarily.
‘Yes, a thing for dirty talk indeed. Tell me baby, what do you want?’
‘I want you...,’ Fred groaned when George run his fingers along his hard shaft, ‘to suck me’
George immediately complied. He put his lips around the pulsing shaft and swept his tongue over the underside. He felt bitter taste on his tongue and when he was licking and kissing and sucking his brother’s member, making Fred moan and whimper, the string of connection was tugging pleasantly on his consciousness, making him experience the fragments of what his brother was feeling. So he knew Fred was coming before he even groaned his name and shot warm come into his mouth. He leaned up and kissed Fred, sharing the bitter-sweet taste of fulfillment with him.
‘Mmmm, nice, baby…’They cuddled together. ‘You know, you surprised me with that dirty talk… It was hot…’
‘Wondering where I knew about it from?’ Fred nodded, so George continued: ‘Remember the Playwizes we found in Charlie’s room?’
‘Yeah’
‘I was actually reading them, not only watching the pictures like some other people...’
‘Seems I have to do some catching up. Will have lot’s of time at school’
‘Talking about school…’
‘We will face the problem when it appears. There are always nights when everyone sleeps’
‘Risky…’
‘…Mad…’
‘…Means it’s our…’
‘…specialty,’ they finished together.
‘Now let’s go to sleep baby,’ George cooed
‘I like it when you call me baby…’
‘Sleep’
‘Kinky…,’ Fred snickered, cuddled closer to his brother and closed his eyes, George soon following to the worlds of dreams.