Parts of a Whole

A/N: If you haven’t read Deathly Hallows yet, then I suggest you turn back now.

Warning: Twincest! If you don’t like it, don’t read it. And yes, Fred lives! I was so upset when he was killed, I literally cried. So, through the magic of fandom, he is alive and well! Also, this fic is a bit more fluffy than my other stories.

“Parts of a Whole”

George lay awake late that night, tangled in his brother Fred’s arms. After the war ended and You-Know-Who was defeated, their shop had been booming. It seemed as though everyone was in need of a good laugh these days. Many of their friends from Hogwarts came to visit after hearing about Fred’s near death experience, as well as George’s injury.

George shivered when he thought of the terrible night when Fred almost died. Fred had been hit with a very powerful curse, and George still had nightmares about watching his beloved brother fall to the ground, his blood pooling around his head. He was so thankful when Fred opened his eyes and looked right into his. His heart swelled, knowing that he would still have his other half by his side.

George giggled softly as Fred mumbled in his sleep and pulled his twin closer. George tucked his head under his brother’s chin, breathing in his deep, spicy scent. Finally, after another hour or so, George felt his eye lids become heavy, and drifted into a deep sleep.

But, his deep sleep was not a peaceful one. The dreaded nightmare crept back into the recesses of his mind, and all he could see was Fred falling to the ground. This time, however, Fred did not wake up, and George was left shaking his brother’s limp, lifeless body. Tears streamed down George’s face, thinking that his brother would never wake up.

“George!”

George was roughly brought out of his dream by Fred shaking his shoulders. His eyes widened when he saw Fred’s face, and immediately brought him into a near bone crushing embrace.

“Good morning to you to, Georgie,” Fred wheezed. “But, I think I actually need to use my lungs.”

George released his hold on Fred, and immediately cupped his face in his hand. Fred looked a little perturbed as his brother studied his face as though trying to memorize every curve and angle, despite being identical to his own.

“George, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

George brought a hand to his face to find out that the tears he had shed in his dream were real. The dream itself felt so real that George really believed that Fred was dead, and that the last few months were just a blissful dream. He looked back into Fred’s eyes to find him staring intently back at him.

“Love, what’s wrong? You were thrashing in your sleep,” Fred said with concern. “It sounded like you were in pain.”

“I was,” George said meekly.

Fred was surprised by his brother’s tone. He had never heard George sound so helpless before. Whatever he was dreaming out must have been very disturbing. His twin was usually happy and carefree.

“What were you dreaming about, Georgie?” Fred said, running a hand through his brother’s hair.

George paused, “That night…the night you almost…”

Fred brought George into his arms as more tears began to leak out of his brother’s eyes. Fred had a suspicion that George’s nightmares for the past few nights had involved him. For a while now, George had roused from sleep not acting like himself. It took him a good hour or two to settle back into his old demeanor. All Fred could do now was hold his brother and whisper soothing words into his ear until the tears subsided.

“Come on now, your holiness,” Fred joked. “I’m still here, and still the same git that I always was.”

George looked up at his brother and smiled. His body soothed somewhat when Fred pressed their lips together for a tender kiss. After a moment or so, they parted and looked deeply into each other’s eyes. Fred absolutely hated the fact that George was being plagued with nightmares. Whenever George was unhappy, so was he.

“You’re not going to go all mum-like on me now, are you?” Fred asked. “She practically starts a flood whenever we go to visit.”

George laughed, “I’ll try not to.”

Fred cuddled against George, “Good. Because, all that matters now is that I’m here, you’re here, we have the joke shop of our dreams, and I love you like mad.”

“I love you too Freddy,” George replied, placing his lips scant inches from Fred’s. “It just scared me so much…thinking that I’d never spend another day with you.”

“Georgie…” Fred said, fighting back tears of his own.

“You’re my other half, Fred. I would have gone absolutely mental if I didn’t have you with me.”

Before George could speak any further, Fred’s lips crashed down on his own. Fred tangled his fingers in his twin’s hair, trying anything he could be feel closer to George’s body. Somehow, George found himself lying beneath Fred’s lean body. Both boys clung to each other, desperate to feel each touch. Slowly, Fred pulled back from the kiss and gaze upon George’s face. He honestly didn’t know what he would do without his twin if something ever happened to him.

George laughed, “You’re not going to get all mushy on me too, are you?”

Fred grinned wickedly, “That’s not exactly what I had in mind.”

“Really now? And what exactly did you have in mind?”

Fred roughly grabbed George by the wrists and pinned his arms above his head, “If you’d shut up I’d show you.”

Before George could even think of a reply, Fred’s lips has descended upon his in a rough, demanding kiss. George tried desperately to free his hand’s from Fred’s iron clad grip, but it proved useless. He wanted to touch Fred so badly…

Fred’s kisses were something to be savored. Every time George received a kiss from his brother, it always left him wanting more. George could not help but gasp as Fred’s tongue skated across his lips demanding entrance. George mindlessly opened his mouth, releasing a shameful moan from his throat as his brother plunged his slippery hot tongue deep into the warm recesses of his mouth. George wrapped his arms around Fred’s shoulders and held on for everything he was worth.

Fred practically devoured his brother’s mouth, sensually mapping out every ridge, snaking over teeth and gums, tasting and feeling the texture of his inner orifice. Their lips molded perfectly as George kissed Fred back with unbridled passion.

George groaned tearing his lips away from Fred’s when his thigh wedged itself between his legs, pressing into his now painfully hardened sex. George tightened his grip around Fred’s shoulders when he felt the lips that had been kissing his mouth traveling away and down his neck. He then released Fred, letting his brother do whatever he pleased to his fever wracked body.

“Freddy!” gasped George when his twin arched his spine, grinding their hips together.

Fred proceeded to attack George’s neck with his hot and wet lips, searing a path from behind his ear to his collarbone, sucking the sensitive skin. He moved over to his throat, forcing George’s head back, giving Fred better access as he nipped and licked from the hollow of his throat to under his chin, then back down, moving to suckle on the opposite collarbone.

George’s head was spinning with lust as aching heat engulfed his thighs and groin. Fred crushed their bodies together, allowing George to feel his own racing heart. Fred’s lips continued on their trail, completely covering George’s chest in soft, gentle kisses. He could feel out hot George’s skin was, and it only further fueled his passion. Feeling his brother writhing and moaning beneath him always gave him a sense of power and belonging, know that he was the only one who could drive George this mad with desire.

George groaned deeply as Fred’s talented mouth worked over his heated body. All he could do was feel; feel Fred’s mouth ravishing his body like a starving animal. He felt Fred’s hands moving over his sides to his chest, tracing his thumbs across his rock hard nipples, rolling them gently between his thumb and index finger and stroking eagerly down his abdomen.

“How badly do you want me, George?” Fred whispered hotly in his brother’s ear.

“Please Fred,” George gasped.

Fred grinned evilly, grabbing the base of his brother’s swollen erection, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Fred! If you don’t stop teasing me soon, I’ll flip you over and have at it myself!”

Fred had to hold back a laugh at George’s whiny behavior. To help ease George’s tensions, he began pumping his hand up and down on his twins cock, feeling every vein pulsing with life. George arched his hips up, meeting Fred’s hand with his own thrusts. Fred could not keep his eyes away from George’s face. He had a look of pure bliss spread across his visage. His freckled dotted skin now had a tint of pink to it, and his red hair (which was a little longer than Fred’s) was tousled from Fred’s hands. Even though they looked the same, Fred could not help but noticed George had a different air about him. Whatever it was, Fred found George to be absolutely beautiful.

Gazing down at George’s arousal in his hand, he could feel tiny, pearly droplets of pre cum dripping onto his hand. Shooting George a naughty glance, he bent forward and, with a swipe of his long tongue, licked the droplets from George’s sensitive tip.

George cried out and grabbed Fred’s hair, trying in vain to push his twin’s mouth all the way down his cock. Fred obeyed, swallowing George’s entire swollen erection. George gripped Fred’s hair even tighter when he felt the head of his cock hit the back of his twin’s warm throat, wanting more of whatever Fred would give him.

After a few moments, George couldn’t take anymore, “Fred! Nggh…fuck me please! I need you so badly!”

Fred ceased his ministrations, and came up to give his brother another full, ardent kiss. He then maneuvered them into a spooning position, pressing his own equally hardened cock against George’s back side. George pressed back into Fred’s hips, feeling his twin’s cock lodge itself between his cheeks. George’s body was now shivering with so much need that it was visibly noticeable to Fred.

Slowly reaching behind himself, Fred grabbed the lube that he been on the nightstand from earlier that evening and coated his cock generously. He then placed one slicked up middle finger into George’s waiting entrance, receiving more luscious moans from his brother.

“More!” gasped George, moaning even louder when he felt Fred’s hot tongue trace the shell of his ear.

Immediately, Fred shoved another finger inside of George, thrusting slowly in and out. The sound of George’s pants and moans filled the room, making Fred thankful that they did not have any guests at the moment. Surely George would have been heard. They had even received a few complaints from the neighboring businesses, but they were quickly assured that their was nothing to worry about.

“Please, Freddy, now!” George whined.

Retracting his fingers from George’s tight entrance, he positioned his now painfully throbbing cock against it. He wrapped his arm around George’s waist lovingly, nuzzling behind his twin’s ear. George welcomed the warm gesture and laced their fingers together.

“I’ll never leave you, George. Ever,” Fred gasped as he thrust into George’s welcoming body.

“Fred!!”

The blinding euphoric pleasure George felt each time Fred’s thick cock stroked his insides filled him with a sense of freedom he’d never experienced before. Fred always brought him to new heights, blinding his senses with passion and love. Fred was making love to him so tenderly and George knew that his brother had meant what he said…that he would never leave him.

Fred pulled his cock all the way out of George, the plunged slowly back in. George’s body always felt so tight and warm. It was almost as though they were supposed to be together this way. George felt like home.

Fred then picked up the pace only slightly, feeling George’s grip tighten on his hands. Both of their bodies were covered with sweat even at the leisurely pace Fred was taking. They panted loudly, moaning and whispering each other’s name like a symphony.
Because of the slow pace, the bothers’ orgasms had seemed to sneak up on them both. George felt his body tense and tighten, and Fred felt as his twins anal walls tightened against his cock. And, at the same exact moment, both came shouting each other’s names as though they had been fucking roughly.

The twins lay spent on their beds, and George slowly turned over to face his brother. Fred immediately wrapped his arms around George, listening to his heavy breath slow to normal. Neither spoke for quite a few moments, but instead looked deeply into each other’s eyes, the reality of what had happened months before finally weighing on both of them. George remained ever thankful that Fred was still in his life.

“Well,” said Fred with a bright smile. “It’s nearly eight. Time to get things up and running soon.”

“Yeah,” George replied. “Though, I think I’d much rather spend the day in bed with you.”

A mischievous smile spread across Fred’s lips, “We can always open later. Or better yet…not open at all.”

George smiled before Fred’s lips met with his own once more.

~Fin~

A/N: I know, a little fluffy, but what can I say…I love fluff. Please review and tell me what you think

P.S: I’d like to thank all the people who reviewed my stories! It’s so inspiring to get positive feedback! Cookies for all!