Entry tags:

fred, george, rated:nc-17, weasleycest

Upstanding Depravity, for snapesgirl_62
Title: Upstanding Depravity
Author: *unknown*
Recipient: snapesgirl_62
Pairing: George/Fred
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Just the incest, ma'am.
Word Count: 1948
DH Spoilers: None

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Fred lay down across the bed after his shower and took up George's notes on their latest prank. Something was interfering with the reaction of the candies. He just couldn't figure out what it was, though. No one should turn that shade of blue after eating a Weasley's Wheeze treat... unless it was intentional and this time it certainly wasn't. He sighed and flipped through the pages of the formula, waiting for George to return with dinner.

Rolling over onto his stomach, he sighed and laid out flat, stretching his legs out across the bed, crossing them at the ankles and tapping his feet to an internal rhythm.

Fred was nearly three quarters of the way through the formula when he heard the door open and then slam shut. "Oi! 'Bout time you returned. I'm starving!" He turned back to the papers and scribbled something in the corner about trying mulberries instead of blueberries to get rid of the colour but to keep the fruity taste. Red wasn't such a bad shade after all.

George bound up the stairs to the flat, hands full of take-away cartons and stared at Fred sprawled out on the bed. He glared at him for a moment then set the containers down on the small bistro table. "Haul your arse over here then and get some before I eat it all, if you want some."

He reached over and ran a fingernail down the center of Fred's foot and pulled on his big toe.

Fred yelped, tossing the papers into the air and pulled his foot away from George. "Don't do that! You know we're ticklish!"

George snickered and reached out for Fred's other foot. "You, maybe, but I'm not." His hand encircled Fred's ankle and pulled him closer, the food forgotten for a moment for this new sport.

Fingers poised to strike, George waited one heartbeat before applying them mercilessly to the sole of Fred's foot. He grinned down at his twin as the other man twisted and squirmed, eyes squeezed shut as he laughed breathlessly, thrashing wildly on the bed in his futile attempts to get away.

George's laughter began to taper off as the sight of his brother began to penetrate his humour-filled brain. Fred's cheeks were flushed red, his lips parted, chest rising and falling as he panted, husky pleas filling the air as he begged George to stop.

Going still, George's fingers opened of their own volition and Fred pulled his foot free, clutching at his naked abdomen as he hurled good-natured curses at George.

"You prick! How would you like it if I did that to you, eh?" Fred's glinting gaze met George's, filled with warring humour and mock-anger.

George shrugged one shoulder, licking his lips as he lowered his gaze to the bedspread. Trying not to let Fred see how confused and affected he'd been by the spontaneous tussling, George said lightly, "Go ahead. But then you'd have to wank me."

"Ai! I forgot your little foot fetish for a mo'."

George kicked off his shoes, sat down on the mattress, and swung his legs up on the bed, grinning good-naturedly as he wiggled his toes in Fred's face.

With narrowed eyes, Fred sat up and grabbed George's foot, opening his mouth to sink straight white teeth into George's big toe.

Every ounce of confused lust he'd experienced earlier came back in spades then. George's breath caught on a tiny whimper as his eyes grew round. Licking his lips, he hoarsely said, "Fred... that's not the best idea."

Fred ran his tongue over the meaty part of George's toe, easing his teeth back as he cut his eyes up to look at George. He wrapped his entire mouth around Fred's toe and sucked on it for a moment before pulling off with a pop. "Why?" he asked huskily. "I could use a good wank." He leaned back in and ran his tongue down the arch of George's foot then placed a sucking kiss to the centre.

George closed his eyes and shuddered slightly. "Yeah? You keep doing that and dinner's going to get cold."

"That's what warming charms are for." Fred murmured and nibbled gently on George's foot, running his tongue up the other side then in between each toe.

George arched his back, gasping Fred's name, as his body went hot with pure lust.

"George," Fred whispered, making him pry his eyes open -- and when had he shut them? -- and roll them wildly as he searched out his brother. "You look," Fred paused and shook his head. "You look so beautiful like that."

Fred lowered George's foot but kept it in his grasp, sliding his fingers over and around George's toes, smoothed them down the arch of his foot, and swirled lightly up to his ankle, watching George's face avidly the whole time.

George moaned and tossed his head, overwhelmed at the suddenness of this entire situation. "Fred... oh, god, please. Just..." He liked his lips and fought to order his thoughts.

"George, I want to... I want you. Please say it's okay?"

George was beyond rational thought, beyond all morals, and he didn't hesitate to give Fred his answer, though he used no words. Actions always spoke louder anyway, didn't they? Dropping trembling hands to his lap, George fought his belt for a moment before it opened, then fumbled with the button closure of his trousers. When his cock sprang free of the confines of all the cloth restricting it, he let out a small sigh of relief, nearly covering the sound of Fred's whimper.

Fred leaned over George, pulling him down flat on the bed. Licking his lips, he bent his head, running his tongue along the length of George's prick then back down again. Moaning slightly, he closed his eyes and wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking hard.

George gasped, reaching down to grab at Fred's head. He'd not been expecting that, but oh bloody hell it felt so good.

"Fred!" he managed to say, though it came out a strangled gurgling sound. His hips thrust up involuntarily until Fred's hands wrapped around his hips under his trousers, holding him down.

"Please, Fred, I..."

Fred pulled off his cock with a pop, strangely reminiscent of his earlier treatment of George's toe, and murmured huskily, "Shut up, git. I'm busy here." And then he wrapped his lips back around George's cock and sucked him straight down again. George wasn't even able to string two thoughts together enough to say, "Okay," but he was sure Fred was aware of his enthusiasm for this latest joint venture of theirs by the way he hummed.

Humming was highly underrated.

George flailed his hands wildly about for a moment before he felt Fred's left hand leave his hip. A strong, slender hand gripped his own and forced it down to the mattress then, helping him wrap his fingers in the material of the bedspread. Oh, yeah. George gasped and caught the bed with his other hand then, too, holding on tightly as his world shifted crazily around him.

Fred's mouth was so hot, so wet, so good, and George knew that there was no way that -- though he'd never had it before -- he'd be able to live without this on a daily basis from then on. It was like oxygen or water, necessary to his continued existence.

Fred's hand left his then and traveled slowly up his arm, making George's flesh tingle in its path. The fingers stretched up along his neck, over his chin, and pressed against his lips, which parted as if this were something they'd done a million times before.

George took Fred's fingers into his mouth and treated them to the same sensual tongue-bath that Fred had given his toes such a short time before. He sucked and nibbled and licked, moaning low in his throat as Fred increased his efforts below.

Fred moaned around George's prick and closed his eyes, pulling back to bob his head up and down along George's length. He thrust his hips against the mattress as well, sending delicious shockwaves through his own body then transferring them back to George through more hums and moans. As hot as George's mouth was on his fingers he wanted more and pulled them from his lips, trailing the damp tips down George's chest, stopping for a slight detour to gently twist one nipple through his t-shirt.

He waited for the reaction and was ready when it came.

George arched his back, thrusting forward into Fred's mouth as his twin's fingertips pinched him. He groaned and tightened his fists in the bed sheets then nearly howled as a new sensation surrounded his prick.

Fred swallowed just as George thrust, taking him all the way into his throat. He wrapped his hand around George's sac and massaged him gently, reaching up under to press on him, gently rubbing the soft skin.

George's whole body shook as he rocked up into Fred's mouth, his mind blank as his brother reduced him to animalistic need. "God, Fred," he growled, the sound gritty and unlike anything he'd ever heard come from his own mouth. Fred hummed again, and the vibrations of sound traveled down George's cock into his balls, setting up a rumbling in them that had George stiffening in a precursor to orgasm.

"Fred!" he gasped, hands releasing the sheets to attempt to pry Fred off his cock. Instead, Fred slapped his hands away and pushed his head back down, all the way, taking the head of George's cock deep into his throat once more.

Then, he swallowed and George screamed, back arching in such a way that he'd be sore for days while he came in quite the most spectacular fashion of his life. Swirling colours danced before his eyes as he shuddered and released long pulses of come down his brother's throat.

George lay in a limp pile of sweatiness and murmured Fred's name over and over, shakily stroking his hand through Fred's hair as he came down from his post-orgasm high. Fred crawled up George's body, placing lingering kisses here and there before collapsing on top of him, his own trousers stained with a wet spot that made George chuckle tiredly.

"Have fun, there?"

"Oh, like you didn't, git. Letting your brother suck you off. Such deviant behaviour. I would never have thought an upstanding citizen like you—"

George's laughter cut off whatever else Fred would have said. "Upstanding?" he said through hoarse chuckles.

"Well, you were upstanding," Fred said, dropping his hand to George's quiescent cock, which gave a half-hearted twitch at the touch.

George's breath went shallow and he licked his lips before whispering, "And if I find a way to… ahh… become upstanding once more?"

"It's my job to keep you on the straight and narrow, right?" Fred said, raising his head to grin down at George.

"Oi! Straight, yes, but not so much with the narrow, eh?" George said, before hesitantly stretching his neck to bring his mouth close enough to Fred's to swipe his tongue over Fred's bottom lip.

"Mmm." Fred captured George's tongue in his mouth and suckled on it lightly. George took a swift breath through his nose when he tasted the lingering traces of his come in Fred's mouth.

Pulling back, George stared up at Fred with a frown. "Why haven't we done this before?"

"Erm, I think it's supposed to be wrong. Incest, you know."

"When have we ever let 'wrong' stop us?"

Fred's smile, so deliciously wicked, convinced George that there was no depravity they could not explore together. Which was as it should be.