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Awakening To the Dream	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45317 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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- 50-Ch50 *End Part 1*
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- 67-CH67 *New 6/6/2015*
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Let’s see, warning for incest, male on male sex, anal, smuttiness in general, maybe a tad voyeurism… forgive me if I’ve missed anything. My first sex scene >.< hope it’s not too bad. If anyone is squeamish I’ve made it so plot isn’t involved and can be skipped without worry… but don’t skip it… XD I need you to review and tell me if it sucked. It’s the only way I’ll learn, damn it.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
CH12
“…He’s bloody bonkers.”
Fred stared at the shut door with an expression of pure disbelief. “Who doesn’t like a nice bite once in a while? Maybe he had a bad experience with a vampire or something.”
“Or something…” George murmured, his eyes drawn to the curve of Fred’s back. “You do realize he just chose to eat food instead of watching us. A healthy young man does not turn down sex; it’s unnatural.” He slid up and wrapped his arms around Fred from behind.
“I think I’m offended. For real.” Fred whispered, turning his head so he could watch George’s face while he began to rock against him. “A veela that can’t be bothered with sexing us up. Veelas… love Weasleys.” He gasped, pressing back harder. “Gods, I’ve missed this… you always fit so perfectly against me… feels so good…”
George groaned in response, the edges of his vision going dark with each jolt of Fred’s body against his. “If you don’t stop doing that…” He gripped Fred’s hips in attempt to still their motion. “This won’t last long.”
Fred struggled, arching his back with a whimpering. “Please… it’s been so long and that damn… aura of his… I… please…” Unable to move, he slid his arms above his head to tangle in his brother’s locks. “Come on Forge… quantity… now.” He insisted with a hint of desperation.
“I should make you wait.” George whispered heatedly, causing a tremor to rush through his twin. “All I had was that one night in the tower to hold me over and that was months ago. Having a taste of you then only made it worse.” He crushed his mouth to Fred’s, never loosening his grip of control.
Breathless, Fred pulled away long enough to confess. “I knew then, I just… I wasn’t sure how to tell you. I had been looking for so long— I didn’t understand…”
George suddenly released Fred, turning him around and pinning him up against the door. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He growled, matching blue gazes locked. “I was going through hell since then.”
“I tried… I thought I was too late. Katie was all over you back then and I just never found a way to talk about it…” Fred thrashed to get closer but George was unyielding. “Forge… please!”
George sighed at their combined stupidity. “We’re fucking idiots. Even with our bond we couldn’t tell something this obvious.” He whispered, fingers trailing over Fred’s features. He pressed his body against Fred’s and watched him fight for release.
“Then let’s get to the fucking part.” Fred insisted; eyes narrowed as he bucked against the hands holding him down. “I’ve been in hormonal overdrive ever since we got here and have been forced to watch you prance around without a stitch on. My hand can’t handle it anymore…” He moaned, head knocking back into the door and gazing at George with sultry demanding eyes. “Take me. Now.”
Releasing a shaky breath, George let his eyes slowly travel down the taunt body before him. “No, stay still.” He commanded, pulling back to take in the whole sight. Trembling and panting, he had never seen anything more desirable than Fred when in this state. He had gained a new scar that summer, a long white line that ran from his navel to hip to add to his growing collection of badges of recklessness. George started there, tracing down with his hands then following with his lips.
“Ohhh, teasing isn’t a good idea right now…” Fred sighed weakly and let his hands slide heavily over George’s wide shoulders and back. He curled his fingers, dragging his blunt nails and leaving weak, pink scratches.
Smiling, George nipped at his bellybutton while teasingly drawing a finger over Fred’s cock. “Did you want me to stop… Gred?”
“Bastard.” Fred whimpered, his hips jolting forward but George pulled his hand away too quickly for him to get any pressure. He glared down into his brother’s laughing eyes and growled. “…I know your game, wanker.”
“Do you now?” George taunted quietly, fingers ever so softly tangling in the trail of dark copper pubic hair and pulling lightly until he got the reaction he wanted. “I think the real question is… what are you going to do about it?”
Gasping, the motion of a pink tongue licking swollen lips was George’s only warning before Fred forcefully pushed him down onto his back, sunk to his knees, and latched onto the closest nipple he could reach. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be walking around on your hands.” He promised, settling between George’s legs and nudging his knees wider before snaking a hand down to grab his ass.
Moaning unintelligibly, George linked a leg over the back of Fred’s thighs and thrust up, grinding their erections together and giving Fred room to press a hot finger up against his entrance. “…Aw, hell.” Fred suddenly cursed, wildly looking around the room. “No magic means no lubrication spell. Shit. There has to be…”
“There; that desense stuff.” George pointed triumphantly at the nightstand where Draco’s salve was resting. “It seemed pretty slick—gods!” He bucked up as Fred’s sweat soaked hand slipped and fingertip nudged into him. “Gods, what I wouldn’t give for an Accio.” He moaned, before very reluctantly unwrapping himself from his brother.
“Don’t you dare touch that salve! It’s the only thing that I can use for pain!” Draco shouted from the other room. “There’s oil in the top drawer of the desk.”
The twins exchanged a surprised look. “Veela boy can here everything we’re doing…” George commented, watching as Fred’s gaze darkened at the implications.
“That’s bloody hot.” Fred groaned, climbing shakily to his feet to fetch the oil and slowly followed by George who took the initiative to lie back on the bed.
He watched Fred expectantly, all the while using saliva coated fingers to start stretching himself. “You can’t watch today,” he said unsteadily when Fred started circling him for the best view. “I need you too much… too long…”
Fred bit his lip and knelt between the spread legs while keeping his focus on the nimble fingers sliding into his brother. “Do you know how bloody hot you look right now?” Pushing George’s knees back further, he dipped his head and lapped at the scar that ran across his inner thigh.
“Probably similar to you…Oh!” His movements faltered when Fred bit down on the old wound, jolting pleasure through him. Gods, he couldn’t give in yet. He dropped the small bottle of oil twice before he was able to get his hands under some sort of control and unscrew the top. “Gred… up here, now.” He pulled persistently on his brother’s hair, hissing in delight when Fred kissed and bit his way up to his mouth. Nudging his hands, he poured the oil into Fred trembling palms, shuddering when it spilled and the cool liquid splattered onto his chest and stomach.
“How long since your last—ahhh…” His cock twitched in his slick hands and it took everything Fred had not to come then and there. “Oh hell… how hard can I take you?” He asked, sliding his hands under George’s thighs and pushing his knees up and out.
It took a moment for the question to sink through the fog of lust. It had been a while. Too long to have it as bad as he wanted it, and he wanted it bad. He met Fred’s eyes with moan. “As hard as you can give… just… now!” Hell, he’d be fine after a couple of days.
But Fred knew better; he had seen the flash in his brother’s eyes and this close he had literally felt his momentary hesitation through their connection. Scanning the bed, he snagged the closest pillow and slipped it under George’s hips to help ease any discomfort. It wasn’t enough and they both knew it but it was the thought that mattered. The slow burn that they had done everything to deny that summer had exploded when mixed with the erratic Veela power in their midst and wasn’t going to go away without immediate attention. Settling, Fred pressed his eager cock to George’s entrance and prayed to whatever god may be listening that he didn’t accidentally do any permanent injury.
“Do it.” George whimpered, rocking his hips up to help get the thick flesh inside his tight hole. It burned exquisitely, just like it had three years ago, and the faint memories of just how good it could be kept him pressing harder through the pain while Fred’s hands gripped his hips like steel and urged him on. This was what he needed; to be taken, wanted completely by Fred with a promise that he would always be his. He would reinstate his claim on his twin later, right now this was more important for the both of them.
Eyes squeezed shut; Fred let out a shattered breath and pushed as deep as he could into George’s yielding heat. Merlin, he was so fucking tight. His ass was clenched so tight around his cock he feared it would break. “Hang on…” With a groan he slowly pulled back only to have George tighten his grip on his arm and whine in disapproval.
“Just let go.” George whispered, the sound forcing Fred to open his eyes and meet his. Tentatively, he nodded and let part of his control slip, giving himself over to the sensations flooding him. Hesitation gone, Fred slammed back into him, buried up to the hilt in trembling flesh and reveling in the broken shout George gave for more.
“Hold on… hold on tight, Forge.” Fred shifted so George could tighten his trembling arms around his back and began thrusting into him mercilessly. George took a tight hold of his hair and pulled him down, claiming his mouth and meeting each thrust vigorously. Fred slid his mouth up, licking away the few tears as George’s breath trembled over his face with soft whimpers. “Almost there, Forge… I can feel it in the back of my head… how close you are.”
“Yes… I feel you.” George gasped out shakily, clutching Fred’s back with his hands and wrapping a leg high on his waist. The intangible wall limiting their bond felt like it was being pounded against with each hard thrust of Fred’s cock into him. All his muscles began to tighten even more than they already were, fire originating from his burning hole and aching cock spread outward over his flesh, reaching Fred’s sweat dripping body and consuming him as well. The boundaries of who was who wavered and fell.
Eyes shut to fight the double vision, they couldn’t block out the sensations that they both felt together. Each could feel the sweet slide of flesh against his inner walls and around his cock all at the same time, the clench of muscles and press of flesh where their damp slick bodies met, the impossible heat radiating from their combined bodies. “Oh Gods… what…” They couldn’t last, not with the sensory overload of two bodies shoved into their individual minds. Together they came with a shout for mercy, holding the other painfully tight as the white-hot pulse of pleasure shuddered through them and released.
“Oh, hell…gods, what the… hell?” George cried out, his chest heaving for breath as he stared dazedly up at the ceiling, small tremors still shaking him. Fred slumped onto him and buried his face into his neck, licking his salty flesh while he tried to find his wits and voice. It took him a moment to identify his hands and relax them from the unforgiving hold he had on his brother. Shit, they’d both be black and blue for a week without magic to heal them… then again, George always looked fucking gorgeous when marked by him.
Pulling up on his elbows, he reached for the still warm cum wet between their stomachs. George watched him as he coated his fingers with the creamy substance, a heated look in his ocean eyes. They locked gazes; Fred reaching back to press into his hole, filling his insides with George’s cum while he stretched himself. He gasped, eyes fluttering shut from the slick, sharp burn his fingers caused moving in and out of his tight flesh. Sighing against the touch of fingers to his lips, he opened his mouth and welcomed the taste of sweat, flesh, and semen as he sucked on his brother’s coated fingers, pulling them deep into his mouth and imitating more sinful deeds with the digits. He opened his eyes at George’s soft moan, letting him trail saliva over his cheek as he was pulled down and kissed leisurely, tongues tangling together.
George caught Fred’s lip between his teeth, holding it firmly while teasing his tongue over the silky flesh and sucking wantonly when the thick tang of blood filled their mouths. His body began to stir again, his cock hardening as he watched Fred continue to ride his fingers. Wrapping his arms around his brother, he slowly pulled his smooth body up his, urging him to spread his legs so that Fred was straddling his hips. He reluctantly pried Fred’s fingers from their task—he loved to watch him touch himself; it was the one thing they had indulged together since they had decide to separate—and replaced it with his own, oil soaked ones. His finger slid in easily only because of the lubricant. Fred was clenching around him tightly, whimpering in approval. Flexing his fingers, he carefully scissored him loose until he could thrust three fingers in without resistance.
Grabbing George’s shoulders, Fred peered down at him with heavy eyes as he rocked against the fingers penetrating him. He could feel the fingers pressing deeper, searching. Spots burst behind his eyes and he cried out, his cock coming to full attention. Head spinning, he stared down the length of George’s body, boldly wrapping his hands around his twin’s half hard cock and stroking it. It didn’t take long for the silky flesh to harden under his palm, not with George watching him the whole time. Lack of the wicked fingers had left an empty feeling inside him, and Fred was quick to replace them.
Coating oil onto the George’s prick, he raised himself to his knees shakily, his sweat-covered flesh slipping on the sheets unsteadily. He let his brother lift him higher, admiring how his muscles flexed in his arms, and settle him on his navel. Trembling from the fingers spreading his cheeks, he relaxed his body while George led him down and onto his cock. His breath caught in his throat, a keen cry spilling from his lips as his entrance was slowly breached, the large head of George’s cock forcing its way into the tight ring of muscle. Gravity was a wonderful thing, bringing the slick, large cock continuously deeper and deeper into him without reprieve.
They lay there, George’s heartbeat pulsing deep inside Fred while they stared into each other’s eyes and got used to the new sensation. George slid his hands up Fred’s sides, palms tight on his body as the hot flesh yielded under them. Fred kept unconsciously clenching around him, pulling soft gasps and moans from both of them while they waited for their bodies to relax. They both cried out when Fred’s body slid that one final inch down and George rocked up to meet him.
Unable to hold back any longer, George wrapped his hands tight around Fred’s hips and helped his brother lift up, only to have him slide back down onto his cock again. Arms taunt from the strain, George continued at a slow pace, watching Fred’s face the whole time. Dimly, he was aware of a door closing and the presence of another in the room but the raw emotions passing behind Fred’s eyes left him breathless, urging him to keep focus just incase the wrong movement closed them off from each other again. Fred’s lips gaped in a soundless cry and George thrust up at the same angle again, drawing Fred’s voice out. Changing his grip, he held Fred still, thrusting into him with increasing speed and force.
His body shaking from strain and want, Fred could only beg inarticulately for more. He clumsily gripped George’s shoulders harder, the fire knifing through him threatening to send him falling in a boneless heap even as his muscles flexed and tightened impossibly. Sweat slipped down from his hair, a warm drop dripping down the bridge of his nose and falling onto George’s glowing face. He felt his brother gasp and grow inside of him as his body convulsed around his thick cock. “George…” He breathed out. The muscles in his back pulled tight and he shuddered as he came, long spurts of his cum shooting over George’s stomach and chest. He kept George’s gaze as he watched him cry out. Fingers bit into his flesh and George thrust into him hard and slow, again and again until he felt his stiffen and his hot essence shoot into him.
“…Bloody hell.” Draco whispered, rooted to the spot. There was no way to get to the bathroom without walking through the bedroom. He had only made it a few feet into the room before he had forgotten why he had come in the first place when his eyes had been inadvertently drawn to the bed. He had been exposed to sexual situations as a child, told to learn from example for when he was married and had a partner that would be happy for his experience. The lessons paled in comparison, scripted and cold when held up to the twin’s passion. Swallowing thickly, he finally dragged his gaze from the pair entwined on the bed, wiped his flushed face, and walked unsteadily across the carpet and into the bathroom.
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