Of Ties and Torture
folder
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,141
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,141
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Of Ties and Torture
\"George...\" Fred gaspsed out breathlessly, barely audible between his steadily rising and falling pants. He was pressed into the oblivion that was his mattress, locks of violently orange hair framing his freckled features which were curled up in a purely confused state. He definatly had enough reason to be confused, as a pair of hands brushed thway way unshamelessly againt his ribcage, making their way up past his flat chest and over to curl in a steady grip on his shoulders.
The look on George\'s face was almost frighteningnchancharacteristic, all childlike mischeif absent as his thighs pressed around Fred\'s hips. His own hair fell vertically, encaging and drapped down past his cheeks as he stared down at the other that was pinned beneith his own lanky form. His eyes glinted in a wild, fiery manner as he leaned from his perched position, his lips hovering frighteningly close to Fred\'s as he purred in an innocent voice. \"Yes..?\"
A blush covered the lower twin\'s complection before he could answer, the normally peachy undertones of his freckles turning to a near crimson as he struggled to find words. George\'s breath mingled with his own from their close pressed position as Fred finally broke into words. \"George, what are you doing...\" His voice was a mutter, almost ashamed as if this were his own fault.
Only moments before he had been well relaxed in the burrow, lounged over his bed in a mass of limbs and clothes. He remembered it vividly, the creak of the door shutting behind the other as he approached, his face flushed and his lips curled. His smirk was wicked, foreshadowing the strange event of him next completally pouncing the unsuspecting Fred. Which left them where they were, two sweat-beaded look alikes all to heavily pressed in the mid-summer heat, one on the other, one omnicent, the other startled.
\"Doing what I\'ve been resisting for all too long...\" George ed, ed, his voice dangerously low. His breath felt all too hot, spicy like embers and curling like after burn smoke. Fred shivered rather visibly, frozen solid as George\'s hips fell to meet his own. Just as George tensed, as if about to make some kind of action, Fred used his own once useless, limp arms to attemp at weakly pushing the other away. He did not like this, one bit, he decided, the almost apathetic stare barring into him from an identical face above his own. He was afraid he was going to be eaten alive.
George\'s grin only seemed to grow, stark white teeth glimmering behind a pair of glossy pink lips. Seeing Fred\'s quizzical gape, feelling the slim fingers in a mixture of palm and hand pressing to his chest in a futile attempt for distance, made the moment all the more passionate, more desieralbe and inticing than he could have hoped. It was only a matter of time, he promised himself as he curled his back.
Fred found his hands captured between his own chest and his brother\'s, able to feel both rising heart beats, both lung compressions muffled beneith a layer of summer clothing. He watched the honey eyes above his own glimmer, a dark shadow flickering over the exotic chestnut eyes that his brother exibited behind half-lidded lashes. His brow furrowed, thin eyebrows nearly touching as they wrinkled together in distaste. \"Stop it...\" Fred demanded, his brother\'s nearly cat like actions keeping him in an underway puzzlement.
This was so horrifically different than their normal, playfull contact, their games and teases that remained somewhat pleutonic. This was lustfull, passion filled and brimming with some unspoken sin that left Fred in his wake. If he only knew it was the sin that was driving the other forwards, the dirty aspects of these acts that brought George purring in husky resilleance, then he would have realised this; it was useless to protest.
To say George\'s hands were restless was an understatement. They had no sooner grasped the other\'s shoulders to then run fingers gingerly over his exposed, cream colored neck. Fred shuddered again, much to George\'s delight, and his hands roamed to follow the delicate curves of his ears in search of more of these addictive shivers.
\"I said stop it!\" Fred trilled, his voice regaining more of the confidence and strength that it had not posessed before. Something was sickeningly wrong, making his stomach churn from its place where George\'s torso now fully pressed against him. His fruitless protest were suddenly silenced, the last word broken off when George\'s lips forced to his own.
The look on George\'s face was almost frighteningnchancharacteristic, all childlike mischeif absent as his thighs pressed around Fred\'s hips. His own hair fell vertically, encaging and drapped down past his cheeks as he stared down at the other that was pinned beneith his own lanky form. His eyes glinted in a wild, fiery manner as he leaned from his perched position, his lips hovering frighteningly close to Fred\'s as he purred in an innocent voice. \"Yes..?\"
A blush covered the lower twin\'s complection before he could answer, the normally peachy undertones of his freckles turning to a near crimson as he struggled to find words. George\'s breath mingled with his own from their close pressed position as Fred finally broke into words. \"George, what are you doing...\" His voice was a mutter, almost ashamed as if this were his own fault.
Only moments before he had been well relaxed in the burrow, lounged over his bed in a mass of limbs and clothes. He remembered it vividly, the creak of the door shutting behind the other as he approached, his face flushed and his lips curled. His smirk was wicked, foreshadowing the strange event of him next completally pouncing the unsuspecting Fred. Which left them where they were, two sweat-beaded look alikes all to heavily pressed in the mid-summer heat, one on the other, one omnicent, the other startled.
\"Doing what I\'ve been resisting for all too long...\" George ed, ed, his voice dangerously low. His breath felt all too hot, spicy like embers and curling like after burn smoke. Fred shivered rather visibly, frozen solid as George\'s hips fell to meet his own. Just as George tensed, as if about to make some kind of action, Fred used his own once useless, limp arms to attemp at weakly pushing the other away. He did not like this, one bit, he decided, the almost apathetic stare barring into him from an identical face above his own. He was afraid he was going to be eaten alive.
George\'s grin only seemed to grow, stark white teeth glimmering behind a pair of glossy pink lips. Seeing Fred\'s quizzical gape, feelling the slim fingers in a mixture of palm and hand pressing to his chest in a futile attempt for distance, made the moment all the more passionate, more desieralbe and inticing than he could have hoped. It was only a matter of time, he promised himself as he curled his back.
Fred found his hands captured between his own chest and his brother\'s, able to feel both rising heart beats, both lung compressions muffled beneith a layer of summer clothing. He watched the honey eyes above his own glimmer, a dark shadow flickering over the exotic chestnut eyes that his brother exibited behind half-lidded lashes. His brow furrowed, thin eyebrows nearly touching as they wrinkled together in distaste. \"Stop it...\" Fred demanded, his brother\'s nearly cat like actions keeping him in an underway puzzlement.
This was so horrifically different than their normal, playfull contact, their games and teases that remained somewhat pleutonic. This was lustfull, passion filled and brimming with some unspoken sin that left Fred in his wake. If he only knew it was the sin that was driving the other forwards, the dirty aspects of these acts that brought George purring in husky resilleance, then he would have realised this; it was useless to protest.
To say George\'s hands were restless was an understatement. They had no sooner grasped the other\'s shoulders to then run fingers gingerly over his exposed, cream colored neck. Fred shuddered again, much to George\'s delight, and his hands roamed to follow the delicate curves of his ears in search of more of these addictive shivers.
\"I said stop it!\" Fred trilled, his voice regaining more of the confidence and strength that it had not posessed before. Something was sickeningly wrong, making his stomach churn from its place where George\'s torso now fully pressed against him. His fruitless protest were suddenly silenced, the last word broken off when George\'s lips forced to his own.
------------------------------
*scratches head furiously* Just working out a bit of one sided twincest. Should be fun, maybe, I think that this summer I will be so horridly drained of activity that I might be able to devote myself to fanfiction once again. Things will progress in this, and I know the chapter might be short but I don\'t know if I\'ll feel like continuing unless someone out there shows support. I ask for one review, that\'s all, just some hint that shows that someone is watching.