Itch (Percy/Twins, R)
Title: Itch
Pairing: Percy/Twins
Rating: R
Word Count: 273
Warnings: Angst, incest, way underage, canon character death.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary: Percy's got an itch he can't scratch away.
Notes: An Advent Drabble for twindowlicker, who requested Percy/Twins, "itchy". I, um…don't know where this came from. The fucked-up part of my brain apparently kicked into overdrive today. (Also, this is technically yesterday's Advent Drabble--due to the storm my internet got knocked out when I was ready to post last night.)

There's an itch at the back of Percy's brain. It began during Fred's funeral, and he walked out of the service. His family just let him go. He's still grateful for that.

Memories came swirling up that from where they were repressed for years, and late at night they dance, still, while Percy tries to sleep.

"Percy, can we play the itchy game again?"

"You're at Hogwarts now; you're both too old now for the itchy game. So am I. I have to study."

"Please? We'll be very quiet. Lee's got detention and we'll be all alone, and we can do it in Fred's bed this time."

"Let go of my trousers! Someone'll see!"

But he gave in, he always gave in, and they played the itchy game the twins liked so well, and which Percy liked, too, being thirteen and full of hormones he didn't know what to do with. He thought he probably liked it even better than the twins did.

And sometime during their second year at school, Percy's fourth, they stopped playing the game where they pretended their penises were itchy and helped each other feel better. Maybe it was because Percy started producing more than just a dribble of clear fluid at the end. Maybe it was because the twins got more interested in each other and didn't need a third party who was full of ideas.

Whatever happened, the end result is that everyone's now alone: Percy in his flat, George above the closed-up shop, Fred beneath the soil in the apple orchard.

Percy wants nothing more than to scratch away the itch of memory.