Mischief Managed

Summary: On a hot summer night, Fred is awake and can't resist taking advantage of a golden opportunity for... sex.
Warnings: Bondage, rimming, spanking, sibling incest
Disclaimer: These are J.K. Rowling's characters and universe. I'm using them without her permission. No real people were harmed in the writing of this story.


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Mischief Managed

All was silent. Even the street outside the window had quietened – no more drunken voices laughing or arguing, no more rowdy songs mangled and tormented by men returning home from one pub or another. It was still hot though. The summer breeze that stole in through the open window was barely enough to make the curtains flutter, and the light that filtered through the pattern in the thin fabric danced lazily over the opposite wall.

Fred lay awake, unable to sleep in the oppressing heat that still lingered, despite the cooling air of the night. George slept calmly beside him in the big bed, and Fred was once again reminded of how lucky they were to have this place: their shop and the flat above it. And they had each other. What they did in the privacy of their own home was of no one's concern, and they didn't have to pull any bed hangings closed, or even set up silencing charms anymore. No one to hide from. No one to disturb, apart from their neighbours. But the walls were sturdy and thick, not like at the Burrow, where every creak from the floorboards, every thump or squeak of bedsprings had announced their movements to the other inhabitants.

The school had been a lot better, thought Fred. After a while, their dorm mates hadn't batted an eyelid over the fact that the twins were inseparable, sometimes even in sleep. Or what they thought was sleep. Fred and George had quickly found several creative uses for a good number of charms. Still, they'd had to be careful. It was rather convenient that people usually thought they were so close simply because they were twins.

George mumbled in his sleep and turned onto his side, and Fred smiled. The sheet had slipped down, and revealed the shape of a slender hipbone – a shape that Fred couldn't resist. He reached out and gently trailed his fingers over the exposed skin. The soft sigh that came from his sleeping brother made Fred smile again, and he felt an incredible yearning to hear more sighs, more moans, to make George lose all control...

Silently, so as to not wake George, Fred summoned cords and caught them when they sailed through the air to him. He wound one around George's wrists and then pulled his arms up carefully, until he could tie them to the headboard with the other rope. With one hand, Fred nudged George's hip to make him roll over onto his stomach while he crawled down the bed, placing kisses along pale and freckled skin. When he reached the end of the curving spine, he slid his hands up over George's thighs, over his bum, and gently spread the buttocks to lick between them. His tongue quickly found what he sought, and Fred moaned almost, but not quite, inaudibly as he teased the hole, licking and wriggling his tongue over the puckered skin, then pushing the tip against the centre.

He knew that George was waking up when the sighs turned into moans and the hips lifted a fraction from the mattress in an attempt to get closer to the source of pleasure.

"Fred? S'nice."

"Shh." Fred's breath cooled the moist skin, tickled it, and George nodded and relaxed, happy to let his brother have his way with him. It even took a while before he realised that he couldn't move his arms, that his hands were tied over his head, but when he did, he pulled slightly at the ropes to test them.

"I think I like this game," he whispered and spread his legs a little more, groaning lustfully as Fred's tongue pushed inside him, stabbing him most deliciously over and over. When Fred inserted a finger instead and licked around it, George tried to push back again, relaxed from sleep and Fred's cunning mouth. "More... please."

"Please?" Fred bit lightly into one buttock and grinned as he pushed another finger inside. George always was a delightful bottom, he thought. And wouldn't this be the perfect moment to try out some of that new oil they'd been experimenting with? Aphrodisiac lube, guaranteed to make the most reluctant bottom beg for more! Not that George was in the least reluctant. Fred's grin grew wider as he leaned to the side to summon the small test vial without George noticing it.

When he had it, he withdrew his fingers from George's arse, ignoring the disappointed grumbling, and applied a few drops on them before pressing them back inside. He slowly moved his fingers in and out, twisting them a bit to make sure that he got the lube everywhere. "Lie still and just relax," Fred whispered, knowing that he didn't have to wait long for it to take effect.

"Mmm... Fred? Oh... Merlin! So horny!" George thrust his hips up enthusiastically, trying to get Fred's fingers deeper. "Oh... more, please more..." George groaned and pulled at the cords that held his hands.

"I told you to lie still!" Fred slapped George's arse with his free hand, and enjoyed the yelp of surprise.

"Yes... but--"

"No buts, George." Fred pulled his fingers out and gave the relaxed opening a light rub before sitting back to enjoy the sight of his brother laid out before him. He would never tire of this, he thought and leaned forward to place a kiss and a nibble on a thigh. "Now, you were not following orders..." Fred sat up again and smiled, raising his hand and then brought it down, hard, on one of the firm buttocks on display. George gave another surprised yelp and wriggled. "So, I think you deserve a spanking."

"Fred!" There was surprise in George's voice, mixed with a touch of desperation, and Fred knew that the desperation would only grow, with the effect of the new lube.

He smacked George's arse, over and over, until his hand was tingling and the buttocks were rosy, even in the dim light of their room. Soon after Fred began, George started moaning, and as Fred had suspected, the moans rose in intensity as he continued to spank him... and the begging, oh Merlin, the begging. Fred was so hard, his prick throbbing, both from what he was doing, and also from the delicious words that spilled over George's lips in an almost incoherent stream: "Please, fuck me, oh Merlin... please, so horny, feels so good. Oh! Fred... please... Oh! fuck me, give me... now, need...!"

If Fred had hoped that the spanking would make George able to follow that order, to lie still and relax, he'd been mistaken. George was squirming even more now, gasping and trying to get closer to him, to get his knees under him so he could get his arse up in the air. When he did, they were rather wide apart and he arched his back and raised his head, presenting himself as best he could with his hands tied to the bed.

Fred quickly grabbed the small vial again and applied some of the contents on his aching prick before placing his hands on George's hips and entering him in one long, slow thrust. He moaned loudly as the tight heat gripped his cock and he had to stop for a moment to just enjoy the sensation. But he couldn't ignore George's pleas for him to move, to please fuck him, for very long, and began thrusting into him. His hips slapped against his brother's buttocks as he set a fairly fast pace, giving them both what they needed now.

George met his thrusts, rocking back on his knees to impale himself again and again, unable to get enough of the thick cock inside him. He'd stopped trying to form words, but was moaning continuously, certainly loud enough for a late-night stroller passing by on the street to take notice. Fred loved seeing and feeling his twin brother like this, and he was rapidly losing himself in the intense pleasure, hoping that he wouldn't come before George was satisfied too. He leaned forward over his brother's back and kissed his shoulder at the same time as sliding a hand around to stroke his twin's neglected cock.

"Like it?" he whispered hoarsely as he rubbed the precome over the swollen head, and George nodded vigorously, panting.

"More! Hard!"

"Hard? I'll give you hard!" groaned Fred and increased the force of his thrusts. With his free hand, he grabbed George's hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to arch his back even more, and George cried out as the angle changed.

Fred knew that he couldn't last long like this, not with George clenching like that around him. He could feel the prick in his hand swell a little more, and he stroked it harder, faster, no longer able to match the pace of his hips, but it didn't matter, because George grunted and gasped, pushing back against him again as he came.

"Fuck, George!" Fred moaned and then he couldn't hold back. His hips moved as if by their own power, erratically, thrusting deeply into George... and then he too came, filling his twin brother's arse in hot pulses.

Fred moved a hand slowly over George's sweaty back as they both panted after the effort. He should have thought about casting a cooling charm or something before he'd woken George, he mused, but on the other hand, he liked getting all sweaty and sticky... it was part of the deal. And who even noticed until afterwards? He pulled out of George and then flopped down next to him, and George sank down to lie flat on his stomach again.

"Could you..." George moved his hands a little. "Could you untie me?" He turned his head to Fred and grinned lazily.

"Hmm, not sure. I like you like this."

"You like me any way you can have me." George laughed softly as Fred worked on the knots. "Tell me," he said when his hands were freed and he could wrap his arms around his brother, "was that the new lube you used on me?"

"You could tell?" Fred tried to look innocent, failing rather remarkably.

"Oh yes! But of course, we can't be sure if it's a product we can sell until I've tested it on you as well." George winked and then moved closer to give Fred a long kiss. "Have to be sure it works every time."

"Can't wait," Fred whispered, and kissed him back, pressing his thigh against George's cock.