Left Out

Title: Left Out
Author: Gertrude Flint
Pairing: Arthur/Fred/George, Percy watching
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What Percy saw in the shed: Arthur and the twins working on the Ford Anglia. One-shot.
Words: 2,700
Warnings: incest, chan/underage (twins are 14), voyeurism
Disclaimer: don\'t own the characters, not making any money, this is just for fun


Twelve O.W.L.s. Twelve! He felt on top of the world.

Mother kissed him and cried, Ginny skipped over for a quick hug, Ron muttered something like should have known -- and Percy laughed, still staring at the precious parchment in his hands.

\"Where\'s --\"

\"Your father\'s in the shed, dear -- tinkering with that thing again.\" Mother rolled her eyes. \"Yes, you run along and show him this, better than any old Muggle car -- Oh, twelve O.W.L.s, I knew you\'d do well, Percy dear, but this -- oh, so proud, must make you a very special tea...\"

Drunk on triumph, he stumbled outside and across the sunny garden.

He should have walked in on them; he meant to, and almost did, and then he wouldn\'t have seen anything and the day would have been quite different. But he stopped inside the doorway, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the dim light and rather confused to find himself in a narrow passage, facing two more doors. Oh, of course: Father must have charmed an extra room into the shed, for the car.

One door was ajar, and Percy could hear someone in there, voices, so he stepped forward, raised his hand to open the door -- and looked, and stopped.

The car was there. Father had opened up the front end of it and was peering inside, and George stood close to him, pointing at something and laughing; Fred sat behind the wheel, giving the thumbs-up sign. All three looked perfectly ordinary, and perfectly happy.

Percy recognized it as one of those scenes that would be disrupted by his very presence. They were more frequent of late, or perhaps he noticed them more: his siblings and parents seemed to be different people when he wasn\'t around. He could watch them as if they were a family of strangers -- then he\'d walk in and they\'d change. If he entered now, for instance, the twins would start teasing him as usual, making fun of his O.W.L. results; Father would turn all serious in a moment, and shake his hand, maybe... but the relaxed contentment of this scene in front of him would be shattered. They were never so easily, informally happy when they knew Percy was there.

He might have been a changeling, if not for the color of his hair.

\"Ah, think that\'s done it, boys,\" said Father. He put his wand away, then reached up and closed the front of the car like the lid of a large box. \"Try a little hover, Fred -- just an inch or two, now --\"

With a rumbling, whirring noise, the car rose smoothly from the floor. The twins cheered.

\"The wobble\'s gone! She feels great, Dad!\"

Percy frowned. He knew they\'d been enchanting this car; Fred and George had even taken it out at night, flying. Mad, quite mad! He had a good mind to tell Mother, before this got them all in trouble with the Ministry.

\"Good, good! Now bring her down.\"

\"Oh, can\'t we go for --\"

Father hesitated, with a longing look at the car. \"Ah... in broad daylight? Your mother would have my balls for bobbins.\"

Percy blinked. Father never used such expressions in front of him.

\"No, better not --\"

\"Five minutes, we\'ll be invisible, go on --\"

Father cleared his throat. \"No. Turn that engine off, right now.\"

Fred waved his wand, reluctantly, and the car-noises stopped.

\"Well,\" said Father, running a hand through his thinning hair, \"time for me to get to the office, I suppose...\"

Percy saw the twins exchange glances. Even then, he hadn\'t an inkling of what would happen next; it caught him completely unawares. (He should have walked in boldly, waving his O.W.L. results. He should have.)

\"Oh, no you don\'t,\" said Fred, grinning.

\"You can\'t go yet, Dad,\" said George.

\"Afraid I have to, won\'t be back till morning, most likely -- more raids! Bye now, and stay out of trouble --\"

Percy prepared to greet Father, as if he\'d only entered the shed that moment; but then the twins placed themselves solidly between Father and the door.

\"You\'re not going yet --\"

\"You promised --\"

They advanced on Father as one, pinning him against the car.

\"Promised us a fuck today, you did --\"

\"You did, you did!\"

Astonished, betrayed, he watched his brothers start rubbing themselves in a very vulgar way against Father\'s green robes.

\"Come on, Dad --\"

Chuckling, Father put up his hands to fend them off. \"Insatiable little devils, aren\'t you? Surprised you can walk yet, after yesterday --\"

\"The day before yesterday, it was. Oi, Fred, he\'s turning senile on us --\"

\"Doesn\'t matter, as long as his bits work! Let\'s get these robes off --\"

Gently but firmly, Father removed Fred\'s arms from around his neck. \"Sorry, boys, you\'ll have to keep each other satisfied today. No problems there, I hope?\"

\"Noooo... but we still need you,\" said Fred, wriggling.

\"Yeah, \'cause you\'ve got it --\"

\"The big one --\"

\"The Weasley Whopper --\"

\"Wickedest Wizard Wang in the West!\"

He listened to the three of them laughing and knew he ought to leave, but would not -- just as he knew this wasn\'t one of Fred and George\'s stupid jokes. He watched the twins turn their faces up to Father\'s, pleading, wanting, and the sense of being left out almost choked him.

\"I really do have to go,\" said Father, making for the door once again.

\"Might as well give up!\" Fred sighed loudly. \"Our dear old Dad\'s obviously past it...\"

\"Right -- can\'t even give his favorite sons a proper shagging...\"

\"End of a brilliant career. Tragic!\"

They spoke to Father\'s back, while Percy watched his expression change to a mixture of resignation, mischief and lust.

\"All right, all right... Trousers off, boys. Quickly now!\"

With identical grins of delight, they complied. Percy could have turned around and walked away. He did not.

Years ago, long before going to Hogwarts, he\'d seen Father doing something with Bill. Whatever it was, it made Bill close his eyes and throw his head back, moaning. Percy remembered a slim smooth throat, exposed, and the dazed look of pleasure on his brother\'s face.

Two or three years later, there was Charlie. Father kissing Charlie. Charlie\'s hands clutching Father\'s robes as if he\'d never let go.

Percy wasn\'t expecting anything, of course. He wasn\'t, so he couldn\'t be disappointed. All the same, he\'d considered the idea -- once or twice -- that it might be his turn next to learn something mysteriously wonderful. But the years went by, and he was almost sixteen, much older than Bill or Charlie back then, and still Father had never, ever...

This. He\'d never done this with Percy.

Fred and George, stripped down to socks and white T-shirts, were pressing themselves close to Father again; fourteen and shameless, clamoring for kisses. Percy\'s turn had never come. He knew it never would, now.

Then Father nudged the twins away from him, toward each other. \"Ah, let\'s see you together for a minute... yes, that\'s it... ah, lovely!\"

\"Ready to put on a show for Dad, George?\"

\"Absolutely. Mmm-mmm...\"

The sounds they made were enough to leave Percy blushing furiously. Worse still, he could see them -- grinding together as they kissed, hands roaming downward to caress each other, gripping and rubbing. Half-hard and entirely humiliated, Percy watched Father watching the twins, and barely managed to keep silent when Father parted his own robes.

\"Look, there it is, look...!\"

The twins sniggered and licked their lips, eyeing Father\'s cock. He fisted it slowly, still watching the two of them as he brought himself to full hardness.

Percy had never seen Father erect before -- oh Merlin, it was huge -- he couldn\'t be serious about getting that inside the twins, could he? Percy\'s own arse clenched at the thought. Fred and George talked big, but they were still so small, really. The tops of their heads barely reached Father\'s shoulder; their muscled, compact build promised to make them short, like Mother, as they matured. Surely they couldn\'t... not something as long, as thick, as that...

\"Stay like that, yes, keep going -- spread your legs a little.\" Father reached for a flask on a nearby shelf and poured something pale-gold and oily over both his hands.

\"Skip it,\" said George. His face had turned very pink. \"You\'re in a hurry, right? So you could just do us now, like this --\"

\"Yeah,\" panted Fred, clinging to his brother.

\"Oh, I\'ve changed my mind,\" said Father jovially. \"Let\'s take our time, shall we?\"

The twins groaned -- then squeaked, in unison. Percy could see Fred\'s back and George\'s face, and knew that the view from the other side would be exactly the same as Father\'s sinfully-glistening hands wandered down both arses, so he could push inside both quivering boys at the same time.

\"One...\"

Fred and George writhed on his fingers, gasping against each other\'s mouths. They stood on tip-toe, trying to kiss Father as well as each other, whimpering as he stretched them and made them ready.

\"Two...\"

Father embraced them, his cock pressing against both their bodies, his voice a warm murmur telling them what fine boys they were, his dear sweet boys, so young so tight so good... Fred swore as a second finger slid into him, then laughed; George only sighed and closed his eyes. Percy realized that his right hand was inside his own robes and pulled it out hastily, gritting his teeth.

\"Three...\"

\"Fuck!\" said George. Fred laughed again. Percy hated them both, and hated himself for watching this, but couldn\'t possibly look away when Father finally stepped back and started stroking oil over the hard length protruding from his robes.

\"Over there, boys,\" he said, smiling. \"And who wants it first today?\"

\"Me!\"

\"Geroff! Move over!\"

They scrambled forward, pushing each other out of the way.

\"You shut up, I\'m first --\"

\"No, me first --\"

Percy bit his lip. Their eagerness, their giggles, the stiff young cocks bouncing against their bellies as they scuffled... he knew he shouldn\'t find this so arousing, but oh he did, he did. When the twins settled into position -- bent over the front of the car, little round arses ready and waiting -- he stifled a groan and reached down to touch himself again.

\"Hmm... Can\'t quite make up my mind...\"

\"Daa-aaad!\"

\"Irresistible, both of you,\" said Father fondly, stroking a buttock, caressing a smooth thigh. \"Well, eeny-meeny-miny --\"

\"Oh, Dad!\"

\"So impatient, bless you! Right-o, Fred --

\"Ha!\"

\"Ha yourself!\" George stuck out his tongue at his smirking twin. \"That means he\'s coming in me.\"

Then, as Percy held his breath, George turned and placed his hands on Fred\'s arse, spreading the cheeks, exposing him -- and Father guided his cock there, placed the great gleaming head of it there, and oh god, Percy could see everything as Father pushed in and Fred said \"Blimey!\" and the tiny hole opened, stretching impossibly wide, eager to be filled. And then it was all one movement, one long slow slide that seemed endless, in a silence broken only by Fred\'s whimpers and ragged breaths.

Obscene to stand there and watch them. Unclean. Disgusting to touch himself, rub himself frantically as he watched Father thrust inside his brother\'s body, and worst of all, Percy found he didn\'t know what he wanted more: to sink his own cock into hot willing flesh, or to be bent over like that, exactly like that, with Father taking him from behind.

\"All right there?\"

\"Oh yeah...\" Fred looked over his shoulder: red-faced, tears in his eyes, wearing an enormous grin.

\"Not hurting, is it?\"

\"Naahh, just... in the -- in the good way, oh Dad, please move, please-please-please...\"

\"Off we go, then!\" Father straightened his glasses, took a firm hold of Fred\'s hips, and pulled out very slowly -- almost all the way out -- then slid back inside with another powerful, deliberate thrust that made Fred groan happily.

\"Good boy,\" said Father, breathing hard. \"Oh yes, fuck you just like this, slow and deep like this, so good...\"

And he did.

Stroke after stroke, in a measured, leisurely rhythm that seemed set to last for hours -- though it was only minutes until Fred broke, until his cries turned to pleading, frantic words muffled against his brother\'s lips as George leaned in to kiss him.

Percy\'s hand matched Father\'s pace, pumping his own cock in seething envy and desire. He was close already, nearly there, nearly... and sharing Fred\'s frustration at the slow strokes that denied them release.

\"Please Dad, faster, now, please --\"

\"Yes, beg me, sweet boy, so good --\"

\"Fuck me --\"

\"Yes, so tight, you want it, want this, beg --\"

\"Please fuck me, please Dad, faster, want to --\"

Father\'s thrusts continued, unhurried, relentless, and Percy covered his mouth with his other hand to stop himself begging along with Fred, while Father bent his head to kiss George, who pressed close to him, eager and laughing.

\"Dad -- want to come, please --\"

\"You\'ll come like this, oh yes,\" said Father. His hands gripped Fred\'s hips, pulling him even further away from the car, so he couldn\'t rub against it; Fred whined, arms outstretched, freckled hands scrabbling helplessly at the car\'s surface, and Percy craned his neck to catch a glimpse of Fred\'s swollen, untouched cock.

\"Help him, George,\" said Father, still using Fred as before, slow and merciless in his pleasure.

George grinned, dropping to his knees; Fred groaned -- and Percy saw what he\'d never thought to see, never imagined, no, nothing could have prepared him for the sight of George\'s mouth closing hungrily around Fred\'s cock -- once, again, again. Fred screamed and convulsed, and Percy followed, biting down hard on the parchment in his hand to keep himself silent as he came.

It seemed like a dream then, as he leaned against the door-frame, dazed and spent, yet quite unable to stop watching the three of them.

He saw Father pull out of Fred and pat the front of the car, nodding to George -- \"Come on, up you get!\" -- and all at once George was on his back, arse at the edge. Fred moved closer, leaning across to lick a thread of his own come from his brother\'s chin as Father grasped George\'s legs, pushing them back, spreading them wide.

\"Jolly good,\" he muttered, \"oh, lovely, let\'s make this one quick, you look so --\"

And George\'s \"yes\" became a yell as Father entered him in one rough thrust, then turned to more cries of \"yes\" and \"fuck\" and \"yes\" again, because this time there was no restraint at all, no patience: Father took him fast and hard. Percy\'s knees were still shaking, he\'d scarcely recovered his breath, and Fred barely had time to reach down and close a fist around his brother\'s cock, when Father tensed and gasped, slamming in even harder -- George howled -- and Fred was laughing, trying to kiss them both at once as they came to rest in each other\'s arms.

\"That was brilliant,\" said one of the twins.

And Father probably answered that with something warm and sated, full of love -- but Percy didn\'t hear him.

Percy had backed away from the door, silently, and left the shed. He was striding across the garden, almost running, his head filled with broken sentences that started with \"never\" and ended in loss, half-crying in shame to find himself hard again already beneath his sticky robes...

...except he couldn\'t be, of course, because nothing happened.

He\'d seen nothing, nothing at all, in the shed with that silly old Muggle car, on this fine summer\'s day when he shouldn\'t be anything but happy.

Percy had twelve O.W.L.s. A crumpled piece of parchment told him so.

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