springsmutfairy (springsmutfairy) wrote in hp_springsmut, @ 2008-03-17 23:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic, fred/george/neville, slash |
Happy Springsmut, trubbleclef!
Author: j_lunatic
Recipient: trubbleclef
Title: The Stuff to Give the Troops
Pairing: Fred/Neville/George
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I am neither J.K. Rowling (creator of the Potterverse) nor any of the corporations to which she has licensed her creation.
Summary: The Weasley twins are doing their part to support Dumbledore's Army.
Warnings: Dub-con; twincest; voyeurism.
Word count: 1,425
A/N: Written for trubbleclef for the 2008 hp_springsmut fic exchange.
"Go ahead, it's only my brother in there." The image of Ariana Dumbledore flickered and vanished--presumably into a picture somewhere in the Hog's Head Inn.
Neville Longbottom tightened his grip on his wand and pushed open the door set into the frame of Ariana's portrait, separating the Hog's Head's upstairs sitting room from the passageway leading to the Room of Requirement. He stepped out of the tunnel.
"Morning, Longbottom. Bit of a false alarm; breakfast for you people isn't quite ready. When the baker was making rounds of Hogsmeade this morning, one of those Death Eater goons was right behind him."
"Morning, Aberforth." Neville handed over the wicker hamper, which Terry Boot had fitted out with an Undetectable Extension Charm, enabling it to hold enough food for 2, or 20, or possibly 200 people. "I hope you didn't put yourself at any further risk."
"Oh, no big risk; the man's been Obliviated by so many people in the last month he doesn’t quite know what century it is. But I'll have everything ready in a few minutes."
"Thanks, Ab. Today we need food for 35 people. You are keeping accounts, aren't you? When my Gran turns up she and I'll see to it that you're compensated. And Michael Corner and Susan Bones would like English breakfast tea if you've got it, but it's okay if you don't."
Aberforth merely laughed once, in a bleat curiously like one of the goats that had the run of the downstairs. "Don't you worry about compensation." He turned to leave the room, then stopped short to gesticulate with his wand and generate a Patronus, which loped through the inn's walls as Aberforth left the room.
Neville blinked at this--Hogsmeade was full of Dementors, but there was no sign of them in the inn. He shrugged, and sank into a chair, to wait for Aberforth and the DA's morning rations.
The crack of someone Apparating filled the room, and Neville instinctively sprang out of his chair and under a table.
"Little sister didn't lie--Longbottom's all business these days!" Neville recognized the voice of one of the Weasley twins. (Fred or George? Did it matter? As in all other things they had arrived together.)
"Ginny! How is she? Where is she?" Neville had turned out to have an aptitude for teaching, which served him well as the de facto leader of Dumbledore's Army, but he wouldn't have dreamed of stepping into that role without Ginny and Luna's guidance and support. And now neither girl had come back after a term break--Luna after Christmas, Ginny after Easter. As Neville emerged from under the table, he noticed that one of the twins had a bandage about his head, holding a poultice over one ear. "And what's that on your head?"
The unbandaged twin pretended to sock his brother in the head. "George here was testing a set of Extendable Ears that turned out to be dangerously defective."
George in turn pretended to sock Fred in the groin. "I lost an ear in a wartime adventure, and I can't wait for peacetime so I can tell you about it--classified, you understand. As for Ginny, after they heard what's happening these days at Hogwarts under der Snapemeister, Mum and Dad insisted on sending her into hiding."
"Over the Easter break, Ginny told us how you, she, and Luna started the DA again--very impressive, we should have known you'd rise to the occasion. Then sources told us that you and other members of the army were holed up in the Room of Requirement and getting food from Aberforth, so we wanted to help."
"So as Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes has accrued many a Knut from supplying the Ministry and...other parties, we thought it only fitting that some of these profits go to support the troops. We’ve been paying Aberforth for what he feeds you people."
"But we also were concerned about your morale. So we talked about it, and soon agreed that the best way to boost your morale was to do something immoral." Fred and George stepped forward, sandwiching Neville between them, as they devouringly kissed his face and neck.
Neville froze in the twins' grasp. His sexual history thus far consisted of a kiss on the cheek from Ginny after the Yule Ball, and "...maybe I should start courting Millicent Bulstrode; Slytherin can't be a comfortable place for a half-blood these days so she might be a suitable recruit for the DA; and if the Carrows thought I was seeing a Slytherin they might lighten up on me...." But damn if the twins' attentions--embracing him; slipping a hand under his shirt to tweak his nipples (holy Circe did that feel good); rubbing a broad, freckled hand over his groin (you thought that felt good?)--weren't turning him on. Neville gave no resistance as Fred and George dragged him out of the sitting room and into the nearest bedroom.
In the bedroom, Neville could only gawk as Fred swiftly undid his trousers and yanked them and his pants down to his ankles. Then George wrapped his arms around Neville and pulled him backwards, to seat them--George's chest pressed against Neville's back--on the edge of the bed. Then Fred dropped to his knees and took Neville's stiffening prick in his mouth.
Neville nearly pulled the three of them to the floor in shock at receiving his first blowjob, but George's arms around his chest kept him in place. "Isn't he the most talented cocksucker? Just look at him go. He loves it, the slut...." Neville was groaning as Fred's tongue whisked around the head of his penis, faster and more agile than Neville would have thought possible, making Neville's prick painfully hard and triggering the most wonderful sensations. He then realized that the object pressing against his backside had to be George's cock, also at full erection, and that George was grinding and thrusting his pelvis against Neville.
Fred's tongue suddenly stopped. Neville leaned as far forward as George's arms around his torso would permit, to see Fred meet his gaze and respond with a positively exaggerated wink. Then he pushed his head forward, taking Neville's cock so deep into his mouth that Neville's gag reflex sympathetically twitched. Fred's head bobbed rapidly up and down, alternately creating and releasing powerful suction on Neville's penis. "Oh yeah. Neville, fuck his face, the dirty slut loves that...."
The twins' attentions and Neville's inexperience swiftly built to a climax. Wasn't it proper etiquette to let your partner know you were about to come? But before Neville could find the right words he was wailing inarticulately and spending down Fred's throat. "Feels good, doesn’t it?"
George tugged Neville and Fred to their feet, and pulled his brother into a full-mouthed kiss. To Neville this seemed somehow most obscene, notwithstanding what had just happened between the three of them. "A change every once in a while is nice, wouldn't you say so, Fred?"
"Absolutely, George."
Both men turned to Neville. "So as I think we've just demonstrated, we're ready, willing, and able to boost the army's morale; you might want to keep these techniques in mind when dealing with DA members. That's the stuff to give the troops!" George winked wickedly at this.
"There'll be a Potterwatch broadcast at 2 this afternoon--if the safe house isn't raided again; the password today is 'Devil's Snare' and we'll be glad to tell our listeners that 'Digger' and company are still fighting the good fight. Let us know if there are any updates, or good stories to relay to our listeners!" Both men produced large coins out of their pockets--Neville recognized the fake Galleons Hermione had created to summon and send messages to DA members.
With synchronized winks, Fred and George Disapparated from the small bedroom, leaving Neville standing with his nether garments around his ankles, his shirt half undone, and what was undoubtedly a hickey stinging on his neck. When Neville straightened up after pulling up his pants he thought he saw Ariana's eternally girlish face in the undusted botanical print hanging on the wall. She quickly moved out of the framed image. Had she been watching...what had just happened between him and the Weasley twins?
Someone scratched at the bedroom door. "Nev? I've got your breakfast. Fred, George, are you still here?" Aberforth hissed. Neville was grateful for the Weasley twins' and the Dumbledores' support, but everything that had happened in the last few minutes had left his head reeling.