A Tale of Two Men

TITLE: A Tale of Two Men

Author: Lady Sirius

Pairing: SB/SS, HP/RW, HG/DM, Twincest

RATING: NC17

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DISCLAIMER: Of course all rights belong to JK Rowling - I would claim Sirius if I could (but alas this is not meant to be!)

OOTP SPOILERS: Yes there are references, so don’t read if you don’t want to know.

DEDICATION: To my glorious, talented and wondrous inspiration - Gary Oldman

Warning: Twincest, and incest and slash

Chapter Five

Brotherly Advice & Love

Having made the decision to consult Molly Weasley on the situation with Sirius, Harry and Ron wasted no time. At the first opportunity they had to leave Hogwarts for a short while without being missed, they snuck into Snape’s office while they knew he was giving his reg dia diatribe in hisgeongeon classroom and floo’d themselves to the Burrow.

The Weasley home was jumbled and havoc-filled, but it exuded an aura of closeness which Harry envied. Some of the best times of his life had been spent here beneath this roof. And not just the intimate moments with Ron. The Weasleys had always made him feel as if he were one of the family, and it helped him endure his harsh life with the unfeeling Dursleys and their blob of a son, Dudley. Harry was sorry that he and Ron could not reveal to his parents the nature of their true relationship, as the two boys were unsure of how well this would go over with Molly and Arthur, but hoped to be able to someday.

Upon arrival Ron began calling for his mother, even as he searched for her in various rooms, but to no avail. There was no sign of her at all. Suddenly a mischievous red head popped up in an upstairs hallway, and called over the stair rail, “Pipe down, will you? She’s not here!”

Ron and Harry looked up to see Fred Weasley, followed closely by his twin George. “Hello, Ron, what are you about then, eh? Mom isn’t here. She had to go out, and she won’t be back for at least a couple of hours.”
“Yeah,” George echoed, “a couple of hours.” He grinned good-naturedly at his twin.

“Bloody hell.” Ron was dismayed, as was Harry.

“What’s wrong?” Fred wanted to know.

“Yeah, what is it, twerp?” George asked.

“What makes you think anything is wrong?”

Fred and George exchanged glances. “Well, you’ve come home in the middle of a school day, and probably floo’d from some teacher’s office on an unofficial basis. That says that there is something wrong, wouldn’t you say?”

Harry sighed heavily, as the twins joined them in the Weasley kitchen. He noted with surprise that they were dressed only in jeans, no shirt nor shoes, but he prudently made no observation on the subject. Not so Ron.

“What are you two up to?” he demanded to know. “No good, no doubt. Probably taking advantage of Mom’s absence to snog, eh?”

Fred and George giggled, putting their arms about one another. Harry wasn’t shocked, of course, for he knew about their relationship, and he couldn’t really say anything, seeing as that was the same sort of thing that was going on between him and Ron. But he had never seen them so openly affectionate in front of him.

Fred reached over and licked George’s cheek affectionately, and George returned the favor by patting the bulge in Fred’s pants. Ron shook his head and rolled his eyes, saying, “Ewww!” but he smiled even as he spoke.

“The same thing you and Harry are probably up to every night up at Hogwarts,” George teased them. “We used to do it there too, didn’t we Fred?”

Fred nodded solemnly. “All the time, mate.”

“Yeah, there’s a lot more snogging going on there than people realize. I’m glad we’re done with all that business and have moved on to business of our own.” Fred and George were proud owners of their own joke shop in Diagon Alley, thanks to the generosity of Harry Potter, having quit Hogwarts during the bad times with the evil Headmistress from Hell.

“I have an idea,” George said. He waved his hand and muttered an incantation, and four steaming mugs of hot chocolate appeared, complete with whipped cream and chocolate shavings. “Let’s take these to our room, and we can talk there about what is bothering you two.”

Harry and Ron looked at one another, and shrugged. They really couldn’t afford to wait for Molly Weasley’s return, so at the moment there didn’t seem to be a better alternative.

Fred and George’s bed was large and inviting, and they were all soon settled cross-legged on the cushy comforter (Fred had cast a quick spell to make the bed as they entered the room, causing Ron to snigger). They drank the steaming mugs of hot chocolate, the aroma of mocha filling the air, as Harry explained his concerns about Sirius, and what the sartorially challenged house elf had told them of the strange goings on at #12 Grimmaud Place.

Fred and George exchanged knowing glances as the bespectacled boy spoke, which Ron did not fail to notice. “What is it?” he asked. “Do you two know something about what’s going on with Harry’s godfather? What do you know? Tell us, for Merlin’s sake!”

“Yes, please!” Harry pleaded with them, his large eyes luminous with unshed tears. Ron took his hand, stroked it comfortingly.

“Well...” Fred began, as George echoed, “Well...”

It was George that took the plunge and began to actually speak. “It sounds to me,” he began, “that your godfather Sirius and that greasy git of a potions master have a serious hard-on for one another. Don’t you think, Fred?”

Fred nodded solemnly at his better half’rds.rds. “Yes, sounds just like it to me. Classic symptoms.” He giggled at the shocked expression on Harry’s and Ron’s faces. “C’mon lads, don’t look so queasy. After all, they are red-blooded Englishmen, aren’t they? What d’ya expect?”

“I had heard things before...” George hinted teasingly, as Fred interjected, “So did I...”

“What things?”

“Well, things about Sirius and Snape...”

“And Sirius and Lupin...”

“Yes, Sirius and Professor Lupin, too. And....” George seemed reluctant to go on.

“Spill it, man,” Harry demanded, becoming alarmed at what wasn’t being said. “Out with it, then. What else?”

Fred supplied the answer. “Sirius and James Potter.”

Ron fell over on the bed, and Harry looked as if he had just been shot. “Me Dad?” he managed to squeak in a barely audible voice. “Me godfather and me Dad?” Then he fell into a heap on top of Ron.

Fred and George helped the two boys back up to a sitting position with a quick spell and some applied liberally smelling salts, which caused them to cough and gag.

“You can see why we were reluctant to bring up that particular bit of gossip,” Fred said, and George agreed, nodding solemnly.

“But after all, how shocking can it be?” George asked. “I mean, look at Sirius. He’s gorgeous! Why wouldn’t every other man want him, including your father?”

“I dunno, I don’t think I’ve ever quite considered Sirius in that light,” Harry admonished them, “or my father. It just doesn’t seem right, somehow.”

“Oh, but your relationship with Ron, now that’s all right, isn’t it?” mocked Fred.

“Of course it is,” Harry protested.

“Of course it is,” Ron echoed.

“And how does your godfather feel about that?” George asked.

Harry had no reply to this, and looked up at Ron from downcast eyes.

“What’s good for the goose, you know,” Fred reminded them.

“Perhaps if Sirius felt that he were free to come out to you about himself, then the problem would disappear. Especially if he knew that you understood, and shared his feelings.”

“What can I do?” Harry asked anxiously.

“Have him come to Hogwarts this weekend, tell him that you want to spend some time with him...” Fred said, while George finished, “...and then let Snape “accidentally” find out about it, where and when and all that, and I think that perhaps after that...”

“...then Nature can take her right and proper course!” Ron ended excitedly.

“Yes!!” The twins chorused in unison.

“After all, what can be more natural than a man loving another man, eh?” Fred pulled George close to him and their tongues danced together in harmony.

Harry found himself growing horny just watching them, and it occurred to him belatedly that perhaps there had been something besides cocoa in the hot chocolate, when he found himself rubbing his rigid erection.

Fred reached over and helped him to stroke it, even as he gently kissed Harry’s cheek, while George was performing the same ministrations on Ron, who closed his eyes and purred. Harry supposed it was all right then. After all, they were Ron’s brothers. Not to mention that he was getting hornier by the second!

With a wave of his hand, Fred stripped all of them of their clothes, and Harry found himself looking at the redhead’s huge cock. He began to salivate at the sight, and his hand reached out involuntarily, closing about the swollen object. Up and down the shaft he moved his closed fist, and Fred sighed happily. He began to lick Harry’s ear, whispering, “I want to put my cock into your delicious ass and fuck you silly!” Harry giggled in anticipation.

Harry glanced over at Ron and saw that he had his lovely mouth wrapped about George’s erection and was sucking it with abandon. Geohad had his hands about Ron’s pert bum and his fingers were roaming about his lovehole. He inserted one digit and Ron moaned aloud, “By the gods!”

Harry wanted to taste Fred. “Let me suck on you,” he begged, until the boy consented and Harry went at him like a starving man at a Christmas feast. Oh, how good Ron’s brother tasted, reminiscent of Ron, and Harry let his tongue rove all along Fred’s lovepole, darting it into the tiny opening at the top, tasting the precum. Fred wrapped his fingers about Harry’s head, and over that same head he winked at George, getting off on the sight of Ron sucking his twin’s dick.

Finally, Fred took charge, rolled Harry over, their cocks touching, rubbing, in a glorious juxtaposition of maleness. Deliberately, Fred rubbed his shaft over the younger boy, throwing him into paroxysm of desire, panting, aching, wanting.... Fred took his cock and, chanting a lubrication spell, thrust himself deep into the famous Harry Potter’s anus. Harry gasped, for Ron wasn’t nearly this big, and he thought for a moment that he would faint with passion.

“Do me, do me,” he managed to gasp, “harder, harder, harder!”

Fred thrust himself home, again and again, Harry’s legs wrapped about his torso now, and his face contorted in passion. He saw with satisfaction that George had rolled Ron over onto his stomach ans ras rapidly whipping his skippy in an out of his brother’s ass. The smell of testosterone permeated the air, as did the slap slap sound of bare cheeks rubbing together.

Harry closed his eyes, his mouth an o of ecstacy. He thought of his handsome godfather, wondered how he would look naked, but found the image so disturbing (and exciting) that he thought of Snape instead, envisioning himself having the evil potions master in his power, and doing many strange and wonderful things to his body. This only fueled his excitement, as Fred Weasley continued to slam himself into his body, and he reached down to rub Fred’s rockhard penis, which action was heartily endorsed by Fred.

Harry began to soar, higher and higher, on waves of bliss, which reached a peak and began to erupt, as he found himself achieving orgasm, at the same time he induced a mutual orgasm in Fred. Harry pumped himself dry inside of Fred, while Fred’s cum flew all over Harry’s hand and stomach, to the satisfaction of both. They fell together on the bed, looking over to Ron and George, who were finishing as well, spent but happy.

The four boys lay together in quiet contentment for several minutes. Harry and Ron cuddled together, and Fred and George spooned. Harry reached around to Ron’s dick, and held onto it happily. He reached up and kissed his partner soundly, lots of tongue and saliva, and he felt himself growing hard again. “Do you think we have time?” he whispered.

“Yes, let’s go for it!” Ron replied “Suck it, Potter, suck it good!”

Harry did as he was told, and Fred and George gathered round to watch. Harry was a perfect imitation of a Hoover, as he sucked and licked on Ron. Ron encouraged him with pats and commands, enjoyed watching his brothers watch him being fellatioed. He loved it whenever he was the center of attention, which wasn’t often enough, and usually just in private with Harry.

“Stop a minute!” he cried out, “or it will be all over. Now, onto your hands and knees!”

Harry obeyed without question, and Ron sat up, rubbing himself against Harry’s young. . Fred and George grabbed each other’s cocks without consultation, and began to play.

“Tell me how much you love me, Harry!”

“I love you more than anyone, Ron! I love everything about you - from your lips to your hands to your peter to your glorious glorious asshole! I love to kiss you and to touch you, and to suck on your dick, and to have you suck on mine, and to feel your dick in my ass, and most of all I love to make you cum...”

“That’s the ticket, Potter, make me cum!” Ron commanded, pushing himself into Harry, even as Fred and George got more and more excited. He quickly found their established rhythm, and hurled himself into the fray, as Harry moaned louder and louder.

“Oh yes, Ron, yes, yes, yes! You are the best, your cock is the best....Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!” He practically screamed the last words, and Ron grew more and more savage in his thrusting, at the same time slapping Harry’s bum viciously with one hand, hard enough to leave a red welt.

“I own you, admit it Potter, admit it!”

“You own me,” Harry moaned, “oh Merlin, you do own me!”

It didn’t take long for them to reach a second climax, with Ron massaging Harry’s penis, and at the same time, the twins masturbated each other to a second coming, which ended up in a glorious mess all over Harry and Ron. The four boys laughed together in great camaraderie.

Just then, there was the sound of a door opening downstairs. With a wave of his hand, George restored clothing to everyone and straightened up any sign of what had transpired.

“Yoo hoo, boys, I’m home!” They could hear Molly Weasley’s voice calling out to her twin sons.

“Do you still want to chat with Mum?” Fred asked Ron, who looked questioningly at Harry. Harry shooked his head.

“No, I don’t think it is necessary now.”

“Okay, well, we’ll distract her, and you two floo yourselves back to Hogwarts, eh?”

“Okay. Thanks for everything guys, you’ve been very helpful.”

“Our pleasure, Harry,” Fred and George chimed together. “Very much our pleasure. And be sure to come again, will you?” They laughed in chorus at their own wit, as they headed down to distract Molly Weasley.


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