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Deepest Secrets	By : gHoStWRiTTeR Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

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Disclaimer: If you don't know already, then i was wrong about you. Any- who, so I don't get in trouble, it's all the doings of J.K and I just helped the characters along a little.

Warning: nothing too graphic except for all the love. Dear god, oh the love! LOL, just s bunch of m/m, sex, and other content (lucky you).

The Beginning of Chaos, copyright 2002

The dorms were terrifyingly silent that night. The dung-bomb fiasco had been settled by the twins being blamed (as always) and a few hours in detention. Now Fred lay in bed, his back to the rest of the room and facing the pale moonlight erupting from the window. Sleep was impossible, whenever he closed his eyes all he could see was the stunning silver boy. Touching him, kissing him. He saw the graceful form undressing him and running his hands over him.

He could envision himself laying naked with the nude figure of the beautiful boy spreading kisses over him. Kissing his throbbing erection.

Fred squeezed his pillow and bit his lip, with hand between his thighs, heat spreading over him in waves, he strained to stop himself from calling out the boy's name in a cracked and orgasmic voice for the whole of the sleeping dorm to hear. He rubbed against himself, compress his eyes shut as tight as he could, envisioning what the boy would be doing to him. What he would be doing to the boy. And oh how perfect that boy would be. His perfect lips. Those lips running along his crotch.

Fred whimpered into the abyss of his pillow as stream of warm fluid rushed out from beneath his hand, onto the sheets. He lay, breathing heavily, panting into his closely held pillow, face buried deep in it. He wanted to touch that boy so badly that he could hardly stand thinking of it. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder.

His head snapped up almost mechanically to look at the owner of the hand. George was hovering over him, angelic in the silver light, a silky look of brotherly love on his precious face. He bit his lip as he looked down at Fred, red hair plastered to his forehead with sweat and chest heaving, albeit he did not remove his hand.

Fred was utterly abhorred. "George-I-" he hastily tried to explain, but George shook his head with confusing understanding.

"I know," he whispered, closing his eyes in that tauntingly beautiful, godly, way. And with a dreary, yet skillful, movement, he hoisted himself into the bed, laying in front of the hunched form of Fred, and placed his head on the bed next to red head already laying there, foreheads practically touching.

"Dearest Fred," he sighed, his eyes still closed in that peaceful, serene manner, which the light of the moon caught so perfectly.

Fred tried to straighten himself out more, so he could have a better look at those immaculate features: the narrow nose, chiseled skin, plush, rosy, lips. A more beautiful image than even the blonde angel which brought him to such a stage of sexual pleasure and longing.

He found himself truly embracing the godly youth, running his fingers through his hair, whispering in his ear that he loved him, and nothing else mattered as long as he still confided in him.

George drew him back slightly, the dark in his honey eyes more visible than ever, meeting his with precision. George brought his face so close their noses touched, and closed his eyes once more, his long red lashes brushing Fred's cheek.

"Nothing else matters," he whispered so only Fred could hear, "Besides the fact that we love each other. Who cares if there are some things we keep to ourselves? You still love we just as much as you had before you suspected, right?" He pushed forward so gently and so subtly, that Fred barely noticed his lips had met his own. The silk of his lips ware are amazing than anything he could have imagined. He closed his own eyes with the taste he thought so incredible that it could not possibly be human. The kiss even more gently, loving, and warm than that of his earlier encounter. They fit so perfectly together, that it was impossible to think they had ever been apart.

Fred's hands instantly started trailing over the long body, almost roughly pulling at his lover's boxers. George broke the kiss momentarily to gasp for air, but dove back in by spreading kisses along Fred's neck, sucking playfully at the skin. Fred, before touching any part of his lover's that would cause him to gasp out, he reached out one hand to draw the curtain of the four-poster bed that separated them from the rest of the dorm.

George moaned softly with the caressing, and a tone of slight surprise escaped with it, as if he not been expecting it. Fred continued to indulge him with the sensation he had had earlier, only this one more direct, his flesh making contact with his brother's. He pressed harder with satisfaction.

George gasped out, and stopped his kisses to brace himself against Fred's shoulders. "Fred," he gulped, now squeezing his lids shut. He was already hard like a rock, and Fred's now once again engorged.

Fred started lowering himself down the beautiful white torso and kisses the delicate, soft, creamy skin of his brother's sex. George let out a small, inaudible moan and thrust his hips upwards into Fred's mouth. Fred's mouth engulfed the organ gracefully and his red-head could be seen bobbing at George's crotch, living out his fantasy of what he would do to the elusive blonde, though having more fulfillment at the moment with this perfect being. AS he looked up at the boy he was brining satisfaction, he could see him biting his lip in an attempt-a poor one at that-to keep in his groans in, his eyes still clasped tight.

Fred lifted himself from the weeping cock, licking his way back up his twin's exposed chest, despite George's pushing. He drew the boy's long, limber legs, over his shoulders, catching a faint look of mild horror in his brother's face before it was replaced by one of deepest pleasure. Fred thrusted into him without hesitation, a quite audible strained scream emitting from his lover. Although struggling against his own screams, lifted a hand to George's mouth and kept it there, where he could feel the gasps against his palm, and could hear a far-off sound escaping from beneath it, like leaking air. He lifted his erection almost completely from him before re-entering.

Another muffled scream could be heard from under his palm, as his pulling on and off motion picked up speed and he could barely control the strange noise erupting from his own throat.

He wrapped an arm around George's back to hold him on him as he came in side him. George screamed against his palm again, squeezing his eyes as hard as he could manage, and came onto the bare skin of his brother's waist. His chest heaved, falling and rising in tune with Fred's. Fred withdrew his hand and saw he had left red mark on his identical's perfect skin, and, now that his libido was settling, he could feel the distinct tingle of a certain bruise on his neck-far too high up than it should be.

His lover's breath settled and he could see his hazel eyes open now upon him, the rich darkness gone completely as they reflected the silver gold of the moon. As he accustomed to, George reached out with a shaky hand and brushed the hair out of Fred's eyes, leaning over and kissing him softly on the nose. The gesture was amazingly court and sensual, yet Fred found it more personal than anything they had shared that evening. He found himself blushing deep crimson under his brother's once again closed eyes.

Trying not to understand this new feeling his twin aroused in him, he embraced George with the same love he had always felt for him, although this seemed strangely inadequate and insufficient for the moment and for the new person he had found in his brother. But his counterpart accepted it all the same and for a few seconds they were once again the glee siblings they had always been. They sat side by side, re-buttoning their night-garments and kissing each other playfully from time to time. As they did so, Fred noticed George's gaze drifting and the darkness return, full- blown. He was still filled with emotion from their love-making, so much so that he couldn't contain himself.

"Tell me what you hide from the view of all others," he sighed. George stopped fumbling with his pajama buttons to concentrate his dark watch on his brother, something with a close resemblance of hurt deeper still in the black of them. Fred continued. "That which you hold so close you don't even share it with me, your closest companion." He lifted a long hand to his twin's cheek, but the seemingly shocked boy shoved it away, his eyes wide and affirmatively hurt.

He lifted himself from the bed with the same cat-like motion he had entered it, hesitating slightly at the curtain separating Fred's bed from his own. "I thought none of that mattered to you," he murmured into the crimson of the velvet. "But I guess I had even my own twin figured wrong."

Fred reached out to touch him, but he had pushed his way to his own bed already, and could be heard settling in it, the curtain still swaying slightly with his movement.

He mentally kicked himself then. He hadn't meant it to sound as though he still thought George didn't trust him. He just wanted to know. And it was //very bad// to not be on speaking terms with one's twin, especially after having just had sex with him.

Dear lord! What had he started?

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sorry it's so short, but what comes next is too long to put with it.

Hope you like their interaction! Because I do!

~*~don't hate me because I'm beautiful~*~

kisses

gHoSt WRiTTeR (aka Tom)
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