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Breaking the chains of the past	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13566 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Breaking the chains of the past
Pairing: Fred x O.C. x George
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: Fred and George left Hogwarts after they failed to cross the age line. They quit school rather then being expelled, they believed that too much formal education rotted the creative mind. Approached by Harry's 'sister' Artemis they are given not only a place to live besides The Burrow but also a sizable investment due to Harry's unwanted Triwizard Cup winnings. While they prepare to open their shop the Weasley twins meet an unusual wizard with a past. They become rivals for this wizard's affection.

Chapter 8
Fred had yet to come up with a real plan to get on Bree’s good side and seduce him.
But he’d been ogling the younger wizard…
George clipped up upside the head, “Leave him alone, he isn’t for you.”
Fred scowled, “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’re a playboy you git. You’re just jealous because he likes me better.” George hissed.
“What’s the matter Gred? We’ve always shared everything…” Fred pouted.
“I never wanted your girls you bloody moron. You don’t understand, he won’t want you. You’ve been nothing but a right nasty git to him and he won’t submit, he can’t…” George muttered under his breath.
“He just hasn’t got a good look at me…” Fred whinged.
George looked around, “You don’t understand you great git! He was mistreated, he can’t give you what you want…I think he was raped repeatedly since he was young. He only has a relationship with me because I want him to fuck me...”
“Why don’t we let him decide if he wants me…?”
George shook his head, “I don’t want to fight you on this but please don’t pursue Bree…you don’t want listen but please…I don’t want you to frighten him away. He’s happy and safe here. I’m afraid that someone will mistreat him if you chase him from here. He doesn’t have OWLS or NEWTS; he will have difficulty convincing people that he’s not a squib. Even you thought he was one…he isn’t because he learns a bit differently…”
“You’re just being selfish…” Fred pouted.
George smacked him, “Maybe a little but damn it Fred, I’m serious. Go to Bacchean Alley. Go hit a club, go find whatever pussy or arse you find fit and fuck it. Just please leave him alone. He’s not for you. I don’t care who you fuck as long as it’s not Bree.”
“Fine you selfish bastard.” Fred stormed off.
XooooooX
George slid down a wall, holding himself.
It wasn’t just that he didn’t want to share; he knew in his heart that Bree had been mistreated. He was certain that Bree couldn’t handle letting someone fuck him…
Fred was such a selfish possessive predictable bastard; he always wanted what someone else wanted.
He found out Lee had the hots for Angelina so he had to have her first…
They were clearly over but that didn’t stop Fred from pulling the same shite.
George sat there with his eyes closed, why was he cursed to share the same face as his selfish twin.
Bree found him like that.
“What’s the matter George?”
George grabbed his hand and pulled him down for a hard kiss. “Bother lunch…I need you baby…”
Bree smirked, “Really?”
George nodded, “That okay?”
Bree hauled him up, “Damn right.”
George let himself get dragged up to Bree’s bed to fuck.
George banished their clothes to the floor, casting preparing charms on himself before dropping his wand to the floor.
Bree forced his legs apart, kneeling and drove his cock straight into George’s arse while gripping the elder teen’s hips and pulling him back onto his cock.
George clung to the smaller teen by crossing his ankles behind Bree’s back, “Merlin’s balls…”
“So tight…fuck…love your arse…”
“Fuck me good…make it clear I’m owned…” George groaned.
Bree’s thrusts were brutal, not as brutal as when he was drunk…
George came hard after twenty minutes of being fucked. He clamped down hard on Bree’s cock holding it deep in his body…
Bree came with a guttural moan, his spurts of cum painting George’s walls and even hitting his prostate.
George closed his eyes, gasping.
Bree leaned over, planting a hand on either side of George’s massive shoulders. “What brought that on?”
George swallowed, “It’s not important…”
“Got in a fight with Fred the arse again then…” Bree muttered. “Can’t complain really because it makes you really slutty…”
George blushed, “Like Alcohol does you?”
“Want to make you really horny…I bought you a present…was going to give it to you later but now works…” Bree pulled out of George and slid off the bed to dig something out of his nightstand.
George whimpered the loss.
“Don’t worry slut, you won’t be empty long…” Bree smirked.
George swallowed when Bree pulled out a red dildo.
“Yes my slut it vibrates and it’s about same size as my cock…”
George tilted his arse his legs spaying wider, he’d never had a toy inside him…
He’d only had his own fingers and Bree’s cock inside him…
“With my cum inside that slutty arse of yours I don’t even need to lube it.” Bree drawled as he shoved the dildo into George’s arse and it immediately turned on.
George groaned, “Fuck!”
It thrust into him even as it vibrated…
George thrashed around, “Bree…”
“Good thing you cast athose charms on my cot…” Then Bree sat on George’s face, “Come on slut, eat my arse while you get your cunt fucked…”
George had been called a slut before, many times by Bree but he’d never had his arse called a cunt. He was so embarrassed when it made him even harder…
Bree tugged on his hair, “I’m waiting…”
George nervously spread Bree’s arse cheek and gave his arsehole a tentative lick…
Bree moaned, “That’s it…”
George was overwhelmed, a dildo was pounding his arse and his boyfriend was making him eat out his arse.
“Come on…get on with it slut…”
George dipped his tongue into Bree’s arse and was rewarded with a groaned ‘Fuck…’ as well as a painful tug on his hair.
Bree ground his arse onto George’s tongue, “That’s it slut…”
George tried hard to focus on Bree’s order to eat his arse but it is difficult when he’s being fucked…
Finally he felt Bree stiffen and come hard, in response George came hard as well. How he held it so long was a fucking miracle. He vaguely sees that it shoots over Bree’s shoulders and must have hit his back.
Bree rolled off and starts shaking.
George rolled on his side, “Bree?”
“Don’t fucking talk to me…” Bree barked. “Fuck fuck!”
George fell silent as he reached down to turn the dildo off.
When Bree finally talks, he’s rocking himself, “Get it off me…fucking get it off me…”
George was frightened by Bree’s panic attack; he dropped the dildo on the bedding and slid off the cot. He knelt and took Bree’s hand, “Come here…”
Bree was shaking and hard to move but George managed to steer him into the shower.
The shower immediately turned on as soon as Bree was inside it.
George said gently, “You’re safe Bree…no one is going to hurt you. No one is going to make you do anything you don’t want to. I won’t let you be hurt…
Eventually, Bree quieted and stopped shaking.
George took his hand and kissed it, “You’re safe.”
Bree’s voice was hoarse and harsh, “Don’t touch me.”
George immediately dropped his hand, “It’s okay…I understand…”
This was why he didn’t want Fred to pursue Bree…
He silently handed Bree a towel and bit his lip as he watched Bree dry himself…
Then they went to dress, with George casting refreshing charms on himself.
Bree had accepted potions from Healer Andromeda Tonks and a strict diet but had outright refused to see a Mind Healer even if George thought he needed one…
Once they were dressed, George herded Bree into the office and flooed Ted begging the Mind Healer to come to the shop because it was an emergency.
George wondered if this was ultimately his fault, was it because he too chose to pursuer a sexual relationship with someone who had been sexually abused?
It didn’t take Ted Tonks long at all to come through the floo.
Bree was rocking again and he was paler then usual.
“So this is your stock boy that Annie told me needed my assistance…” Ted said gently.
George blushed, “I agreed with her but I couldn’t force him.”
“Of course you can’t, to have any real healing occur it has to be a personal choice to seek healing. Tell me what happened.” Ted said as he sat on the edge of the office desk.
“When we met, Bree was alone with a small bag and almost broke. He had no magical education and he was scared. I wanted desperately to help him, was I attracted to him yes. It didn’t take long to figure out he was abused and likely wasn’t fed enough. I did my best to take care of him, we had regular meals, I paid him enough to buy proper clothes and I taught him what he needed to work at our shop. Our sexual relationship started as an accident. I was attracted but I know he couldn’t stomach submitting in bed, I wanted to submit. We had a drink; alcohol brings out Bree’s sexual side. He’s not very affectionate. I don’t think he know how to be, when we have sex I know can’t hold on too tight but that’s just instinct. He’s never reacted like this.”
“What happened that you need my assistance?” Ted pressed.
“I had a fight with Fred about Bree again, so I wanted to be with Bree. Our first round was normal, then he teased me about fighting with Fred made me slutty like alcohol made him horny. He gave me a sex toy that he put inside me and then asked to me” George blushed, “Eat his arse…I must have done a good job because I made him come. He was really uncomfortable about that but I came soon after and when my semen hit his back, Bree panicked. He was screaming, ‘get it off, get it off.’ I got him to the shower so it could rinse off. I tried to promise him he was safe and I wouldn’t let anyone hurt him but he didn’t want me touching even his hand.”
Ted’s voice was gentle and soothing when he addressed Bree…
“Bree can you hear me?”
Bree flinched. “Yes…”
“Where are you?”
Bree looked around, “The shop’s office…who are you?” his eyes narrowed.
George let out a sigh of relief.
“Do you remember when Andromeda mentioned you needed a Mind Healer?”
“I don’t need one.” Bree said viciously.
“Oh? Then why did you have a panic attack while having sex with George?” Ted retorted.
Bree turned on George, “Why did you call him?”
George flinched, “Because you panicked and then you ordered me not to touch you as if you thought I would hurt you. I had hoped you’d come to know and trust me better then that…”
Bree muttered under his breath…
Ted gently chided, “George is probably one of the few people in your life who genuinely care about you. He blames himself for your panic attack…he thinks that maybe his allowing you to fuck him has caused you more harm or prevent you from handling the truth.”
Bree glared at Ted, “Facing what?”
“That you are bent…sure you’ve been abused but that doesn’t change anything. You’re still bent. You wouldn’t have let George eat your arse if you didn’t still need anal stimulation. George is too sexually submissive to give it you, I can tell. You panicked when you felt his semen on your back, why?”
Bree spat, “Because my sick fuck of a father, if he really was my father, used to fuck me and then spray his seed on my back. He never liked to see my face when we fucked and it was often. Sometimes I was actually chained to the bed…”
George closed his eyes; suspicions were one thing, to hear that they were well founded broke his heart.

“Don’t you dare pity me.” Bree snarled.
George shook his head, “I hate being so perceptive…I knew you’d been mistreated. I only want to help you get better. If letting you fuck me does you more harm, then I’ll back off. I don’t care if I have to be celibate. I went through school without sex, so I can give it up. I care about you Bree, I don’t care if you don’t believe me but I do. I want what’s best for you, I won’t expect you to do anything that hurts you.”
Bree grabbed him and snapped, “Don’t decide for me damn it! I have the right to chose for myself.”
George turned to look away, “You ordered me not to touch you, you were afraid of me. I know I’m a big guy but without a Beater Bat I’m not aggressive at all. I could never hurt you physically because I care about you. I can’t help that I’m naturally built like a Beater but Merlin help me; I’m a Keeper in bed. I can’t stomach the idea of dominating anyone much less you even if you’re physically smaller then me.”
Bree grabbed his chin and forced George to look at him, “I don’t want you to be something you aren’t. So what if I freaked? It’s a fucking miracle I didn’t before…”
George melted at the show of dominance, “Bree I just want you to be okay…”
“If it isn’t George you want to have you in bed who is it?” Ted pressed.
George flinched. “You want someone to have you like you do me?”
Please not Fred…he couldn’t handle it if he lost Bree to his own twin…
“Why does it matter?” Bree snapped.
“George wants to help you, he can’t do so if you don’t let him in.”
“So what if I did? They hate me anyway…”
“You want his twin then…” Ted said with irony.
George paled.
Bree recoiled, “Why would you say that?”
“Ask George, I know for a fact that Fred desires you. In fact I wouldn’t be surprised because you were likely the first bloke he ever fancied that he reacted badly. Some guys do, it’s a natural response especially to those who previously were extremely sure of their being straight.” Ted smirked.
Bree glared at George, “Tell me you weren’t fighting over me?”
George closed his eyes, “I knew in my heart that you were mistreated sexually before we met…I may have been a little selfish but I was afraid if Fred really did pursue you sexually that you’d leave. I really didn’t believe that you could put your past aside enough to want him to…I was a little afraid if he did manage to seduce you to his bed, then you wouldn’t want me anymore…”
Bree froze when George admitted to Fred wanting him sexually and clearly the elder twin wanted his arse. He wasn’t sure he could let anyone much less Fred fuck him…
Before he could say anything about Fred, George’s frightened worry that Bree would leave him for Fred actually made Bree realise that George wasn’t and had never been an easy fuck.
Bree actually cared for the shy, gentle wizard who had taken him under his wing since they met…he sighed, “I know I’m not good with words but haven’t you figured it out yet?”
George blinked up at him; his reddish-blond lashes glittering with unshed tears. “Figured what out?”
“That I care about you damn it. I couldn’t have continued having sex with you if it didn’t mean anything. All the Firewhiskey and wine ever did was make it easier to act one how I felt and what I wanted.”
George’s voice was soft, “You really want me?”
Bree snorted, “Never didn’t. It just took me time to see it and some more to be marginally okay with wanting you.”
“If you want to be a strong couple you need to learn to communicate. If you really are against having separate sessions with me, then I insist that you both see me. It’s perfectly acceptable to be bent no matter what his idiot mother says; my daughter plays for both teams as both teams. It’s taken me sometime to wrap my Muggle-raised mind around that but Annie’s kept me from making an arse of myself and cocking things up. It’s okay to like Fred if he wants you, hell it’s fine to want Fred even if he doesn’t. George is uneasy about losing you because you’re his first lover and he feels protective. He likely has seen Fred in other relationships and may have legitimate reasons for resisting Fred’s wanting you. It’s up to you both to decide if you can handle having Fred join your relationship. It maybe easier if you didn’t bring him in right away, talk about it. How would having Fred work? I’m going to make you both a couples appointment for next week. I expect you both to attend. I think that your panicking could have avoided if you two had talked…”
Then Ted vanished into the floo.
Leaving a shamefaced, still jealous George and embarrassed Bree…
Bree coughed, “So he does want me?”
George nodded, “I don’t know how much is genuine and how much is just because he’s selfish and wants what others have. He went after our best friend’s dream girl because she liked him, he didn’t even have to courtesy to tell he that he couldn’t do that to a friend. Unless it was true love, I couldn’t do that to a friend…”
“If he really was serious and I wanted to keep you in my bed as a lover…could you be okay with it?” Bree swallowed.
George wrapped his arms around himself, “He’s everything I’m not…he always has been. It would be hard for me to accept but I don’t blame you if you did chose him…”
Bree shook him, “What part of both didn’t you get? Just because I find the arrogant, dominating arse attractive doesn’t mean I want to give you up too. Damn it George, buck up! What is so hard about believing that I could be attracted to the both of you in different ways?”
George whispered, “Because no one ever has been before?”
Bree muttered about idiots, before hugging George, “Relationships of any kind are hard on me. How do I treat Verity?”
“You ignore her unless she really needs something for the shop?” George said quietly.
“How do I treat you two?” Bree pressed.
“You order me around in bed, you sometimes grope me when we’re alone but working. You let me take you shopping and invite you out on dates…”
“What about Fred?”
“You argue with him, glare at him but you…”
“Watch him constantly…I get angry when he flirts with the entire universe. I don’t know if I can have a sexual relationship with him even if I fantasised about him. If I could and it bothered you, I wouldn’t let him in here if we were going to have sex. I don’t mind dominating you in bed but I don’t want to hurt you even if it is merely emotional. Ted Tonks is right, we do need to talk even if it’s hard for both of us…”
George asked Mila to bring them sometime light but hearty that was on Bree’s diet.
They spent the rest of the workday hold up in the office actually talking about their pasts and their fears.
Because they were both shy it was hard for them but it would be ultimately worth it.
Despite having parents and a large family, Bree was surprised to hear what his childhood was really like and why the twins called her a harpy.
While Bree didn’t tell him everything, Bree did admit to some aspects of his abuse beyond what he’d admitted to Ted.
Ted was right, asking George to eat his arse proved that he did want and need some anal stimulation but he hadn’t been able to handle semen on his back.
So they agreed that if Bree needed him to eat his arse. George would have the cold-water charm on himself or invest in a ring…
The more they stammering talked about, the more relaxed they became…
They were surprised when Mila showed up to announce the shop was closed and what they wanted for dinner.
George let Bree order for them…
After it arrived and they ate in silence, George was surprised when Bree insisted he stay over. Not for sex but because Bree wanted to not be alone and to let his lover cuddle him.
Bree was a cuddler but he didn’t always request it, it just sort of happened after sex and George liked having Bree hold him. He agreed at once…
They shared an actual shower, but Bree was hesitant to let George wash him even though he washed George.
The two shy lovers walked hand-in-hand to Bree’s magically widened and strengthened cot that he called a bed.
Bree pulled George down onto it and held the larger youth from behind, his cock nestled between George’s arse cheeks.
George relaxed at once; Bree had to be feeling safer if he was willing to hold him while naked. He knew calling Ted was the right choice…

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?
Jan - Fred will eventually be serious...we know the trhee of them are a couple because of Bound to You? Bree is somewhat fragile as you saw in this chapter, but George is a bit too protective? Fred isn't the most patient person in the world so he'll probably do something stupid soon...
bill560682 - thank you for the cheer candies idea, i will be sure to include it somehow?
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