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Neville Longbottom and the Portkey of Perversion	By : Sal Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 17400 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Note — this challenge in is response to - *6. Whomping Willow/any 2 Weasleys(the twins count as one Weasley) must contain the honest fear of getting a "wand" broken must include game of "wank the Marauder's Map" to be found at the Yahoo HP MSTGroup Slash_Grievances * - I'm sure I got it all in *grins*

Charlie Weasley crept as silently as he could to the door of the Gryffindor dorm and peeked his head out. Everything was still and quiet as he scanned the staircase quickly, and he gave an impatient gesture to another person in the room. A shadow from another bed materialised, snuck across the stone floor in bare feet, and wound sinewy arms around the shorter boy's waist.

‘All clear then?' whispered Bill in Charlie's ear, taking the opportunity to lick the rim and nip the lobe with his white teeth. The younger of the brothers gave a small moan, pressing back into the embrace.

‘Wouldn't have said it was clear if it wasn't, you pillock.'

‘I love it when you insult me, brother of mine.' The teeth nibbled down over the short-cropped hairs at the back of Charlie's neck, making him squirm.

‘Stop! Bad Bill—oh, but that's lovely—mmmm—no! Stop—you want to make me come before we're outside?'

‘Well, you always had such an excellent recovery rate.'

‘So you want me screaming your name in the middle of the night on a staircase where everything echoes so much?'

‘Point taken,' grumbled Bill, and he desisted in his amorous intentions and followed his younger brother down the steps and into the common room. Charlie has such a nice arse, he mused as he stared appreciatively. So tight from all that Quidditch, all muscular and firm and—he stopped as he felt his pyjama bottoms start going into disarray.

With the practice honed by years of misdeeds and midnight wanderings around, the two sexy Weasleys managed to make their way safely to the massive door of Hogwarts and disappeared into the darkness of the beyond.

Giggling as the collapsed on the grass from what seemed a safe distance from the Whomping Willow, the two young men kissed briefly, tongues exploring the heat of each other's mouths. Their kissing had a familiarity about it; both knew what the other liked through years of incestuous fun, starting when Bill hit thirteen and discovered hormones, girls, and how cute his brother actually was. Charlie has always been a willing participant — for the more dominant one in the relationship, he was such a slut and the elder had often woken up to find the younger attached, leech-like, to the morning erection.

‘Sure we're far away enough from that bloody tree?' Charlie nodded reassuringly while he was unknotting his pyjama trousers and kicking them off his muscular legs.

Bill grinned, eyes glittering in the starlight as he saw his brother's naked lower half-glowing paley. ‘Course we are,' he told himself. ‘Far enough not to get twatted, near enough to stop Filch finding us. Imagine that—Filch seeing us!'

‘The old bastard would probably join in,' muttered Charlie as he shrugged his dressing gown from his shoulders and exposing his totally nude body to the cool air.

‘With you lying there like that? Course he would.'

‘Bill, shut your mouth and get naked.'

‘Yes dear.' Snickering at the mock-shock on Charlie's face, Bill wriggled out of his clothes and crawled over to his brother, running his tongue from the bony ankle, up the well-formed calf, and over the muscled thigh.

‘Tut tut. Bill, you know what we came out here for tonight.'

‘I wanna have sex.'

‘No sex until we've christened it, okay?' The longhaired boy pouted prettily. ‘Look, once we've wanked over it, I'll fuck you and fuck you until you're screaming, okay?'

‘Mmmmm—just what I needed to hear.'

Sitting cross-legged opposite each other, the brothers giggled as Charlie smoothed out a piece of parchment and laid it on the grass. Using some small pebbles, he anchored it in place and then tickled Bill's bare feet. The older brother squealed.

‘Come on, get a hard on and start going for it.'

‘You're so demanding!'

‘You love it, Bill. You want me to dominate you, bitch.'

As Charlie spoke, telling Bill what he was going to do to him after they had baptised the piece of paper, the here-to limp penis started to stand to attention between the elder brother's long thighs. The demonic look on Charlie's face didn't waver as he talked.

‘—and I'll tie you up with my dressing gown cord and lick all the way down your spine—'

The younger man's own cock started to stiffen, and his brushed his fingers over the engorging shaft as he held Bill's gaze.
Taking his fully hardened rod in his long-fingered right hand, Bill started to caress himself, thumb swirling over the pre-come smeared head and smearing the fluid over his foreskin. He settled into a rhythm, eyes half-shut with pleasure as he watched his younger brother begin to copy the touch on his own penis.

‘—and lick my fingers and start to open you up for me—'

Charlie settled into his own touch, hips slowly grinding back and forth as he fisted his cock. It was the look on Bill's face, the lust-filled eyes, those damp lips slightly parted as he panted with the pleasure of the friction between two different textures of skin, that sent the electricity of excitement to the younger's cock and brain. Charlie wanted to crawl over to his brother, drape those endless legs over his shoulder, and take him roughly. But first of all—

‘—going to bugger the hell out of you—'

Bill groaned, bucking his hips back and forth as the lascivious voice of his brother crept into his brain. It wouldn't take much more, not long now. The hand increased its pace as the orgasm drew near, and Bill bit his lips as he approached the edge.

‘—fuck you—oh Christ fuck you so hard—Bill—'

Charlie matched his brother move for move, their wrist action at exactly the same pace, their hardnesses desperate to release their fluids onto the calfskin paper. The shorter man kept his eyes open as the orgasm washed over him, the image of his beautiful brother coming with his eyes closed, long lashes laying on pale cheek and mouth open with ecstasy, made Charlie's own sensations increase, and he came copiously and exactly onto the vellum at the same fraction of a second as Bill.

Their twin cries rent the air, and then they both collapsed backwards bonelessly.

‘Charlie, that was—'

‘—I know—'

The younger brother dragged himself over the slightly damp grass and wrapped his arms around the slim man lying tiredly in the starlight.

‘Did we do it?'

The younger boy checked.

‘Yep. Got it square on.'

‘Fantastic, can we have sex now?'

‘Jeez! You're insatiable!'

‘I'm a slut!'

‘I know that,' Charlie caressed his brother's cheek fondly. ‘Just give me a minute, and let the Marauder's Map dry before we do anything. Don't want it smudged.'

Twisting out of his brother's embrace, Bill peered at the semen-spattered paper. He giggled.

‘Look! Snape's awake, but all the corridors he's wandering along are covered in come.'

Charlie looped a forearm around Bill, and pulled him into a close embrace. Smiling slightly, he kissed his elder brother on the tip of his very straight nose. As he felt Bill tremble underneath him, as always happened when they kissed or touched, Charlie parted those warm lips with his tongue and possessed the mouth of the boy he loved. Okay, they were brothers, but things tended to happen like this in the Weasleys.

As they lay on the grass, they were totally unaware of the rustling of the Whomping Willow. If they did hear it, they thought is was the wind, but the night was clear, warm, and most importantly of all, calm.

The first the brothers knew was when a small branch wrapped itself around Charlie's thigh. At first he thought that it was Bill touching him, but then he realised that his elder brother didn't have skin that felt like bark. Or leaves—

‘Bill—' Charlie squeaked in a panicky voice.

‘—wha?’ Bill stopped nibbling the tempting perky nipple of his little brother and looked up. Just as another branch whipped out of the air and wound around his own waist.

‘It's the TREE! IT'S THE FUCKING TREE!' screamed Charlie, writhing and twisting in the unyielding woody grip of the Willow. However much he fought, he couldn't break free — the more he kicked and tried to break loose, the tighter the branch on his thigh cut. Then, as he thought he was getting away, more dextrous branches gripped around the stocky young man, and hauled him towards the trunk of the violent tree.

‘CHARLIE!' shrieked Bill, trying to grab at the limbs that held his brother prisoner, but as he lunged forward, he too was caught up in the tangle of willow and dragged along with his brother.

Slamming their bodies into its torso, the tree changed its grip on the terrified young men, forcing them together in a painful embrace. Each, terrified that they were to get separated, clung to the other desperately in the hope that the willow wouldn't tear them apart.

Winding its tendrils around their bodies so they couldn't be parted even if they tried, the willow lifted them into the air until they dangled about ten feet above the ground. Then—nothing. They just were suspended, legs dangling, their breathing harsh in the quiet night air.

‘Wwwwhat's it doing?'

‘Fuck knows! I can't read the mind of a fucking tree!'

Then, as they thought they were going to be left there to be discovered in the morning, naked and obviously having taken part in sexual acts with each other, both brothers felt something tickle the insides of their thighs. It was a delicate touch, gentle, almost loving.

‘Charlie—it's touching me—'

‘I know, it's—oh CHRIST!' Charlie gave a howl of both shock and pain and the branch took firm hold of his frankly terrified penis and squeezed. ‘It's got my cock! It's grabbed my cock! IT'LL BREAK MY WAND!'

Bill, who was petrified with horror, gave a similar scream. Another willow frond had tangled itself around the same part of the anatomy and it was feeling like it was going to rip his foreskin off.

‘We have to bet out of—Oh! Oooooh—' As suddenly as the scream had started, it descended into a low moan of pleasure as the willow twig holding Charlie's rod started to caress his cock with the adoring touch of a lover. From the soft gasp that came from Bill, it was obvious that the same thing was happening to him too.

‘Charlie, is it wrong to enjoy this?'

‘Um—oh yeah—um—as long as we don't get splinters I suppose.'

As the branches wanked them tenderly, other limbs snaked towards the helpless, naked boys, wrapping around their thighs and pulling their legs apart. Then two tendrils, both about the thickness of a — well, the average human male penis — slithered down their spines, leaves tickling almost coquettishly over their sensitised skin before slipping into their cracks. Once snugly nuzzled between those tight buttocks, the tip of the branches started to simultaneously massage their tight openings. Well, Charlie's was tight — Bill's wasn't as difficult to open up because he was the natural bottom and was used to such things.

At the touch, both boys gasped and pressed back automatically against the branch, and it only took a little while before those twigs were slowly sliding in and out, aided by a little sap produced as the tree drilled its way into the brothers. As the tree took them, leaves brushing against their prostates and driving them both insane with pleasure, they began to kiss one another hard, mouths devouring tongues, hands which had been freed when the tree was sure they wouldn't struggle, tangled in chestnut locks.

Bill pulled away, gasping. The young men had not noticed that the branches touching their erections had released them, and they had been grinding their stiff members together. ‘Going to come—oh God that feels so good—' He buried his face in Charlie's neck, fingers tightening on the back of his younger brother's skull as he bit down in ecstasy as he came bucking and moaning. Charlie followed a split second later, the pain of Bill's teeth on his flesh and the heat that flowed from the other's cock taking him to the plateau of sexual delight.

They convulsed as they came, and it was only when they finally stopped panting and were able to look at their surroundings, that they saw the Whomping Willow was dripping sap. They could feel it inside their bodies, hot and sticky and…

"’f I didn't know any better,' murmured Bill, ‘I would have just said the tree came.'

Charlie giggled. ‘It did!'

‘How do you know? You don't know the first thing about Herbology!'

The younger brother kissed his sibling. ‘I've seen it happen before—'

‘You mean?'

‘Yeah. Felt as good as it did the first time.'

‘And you say I'm the slut!'

Charlie nuzzled the bite mark on his handsome brother's throat. ‘Just thought I'd test-drive it, to see if it worked. See, there's this thing on the Marauder's Map that said if you sat under the Whomping Willow on a starlight, moonless night and wanked onto it, the tree would fuck you. So I tried it.'

‘Why didn't you tell me?'

‘Wanted it to be a surprise for you.' He kissed Bill softly. ‘I can't give you presents and I can't send you a card, but this is my Valentine's present to you, my love.'

‘A horny tree?'

‘Yeah.'

Bill grinned and kissed Charlie back demandingly. ‘Only you would have thought of a present like this. It's wonderful. Thank you.'

‘Hope you got me a present. I get you a buggering by a different species, so what did you get me?'

‘Wait and see, but I can tell you that it's made of leather and steel and you are going to have fun tormenting me with it.'

And with that, the brothers sealed their love with a sweet kiss

Elsewhere in the castle, a certain Potions Master was remembering what had come to pass between him, a certain Werewolf and writer of the Marauder's Map, and a certain tree almost a decade earlier. As he caught the faintest gasps of pleasure coming from the direction of the Whomping Willow, he smiled. It was good of Remus to have given the map to the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, and even better of himself to have placed a spell on the area the tree resided which meant that everything that occurred within the boundaries of the site was placed in a Pensieve for later viewing. That little lot would have the Werewolf begging to see—and Severus always liked it when Remus got down on his knees and pleaded…
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