FIC: Chronic Compulsion; PG; Tweasleycest
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: Chronic Compulsion
Rating: PG/PG-13 ?
Pairing Fred/George Weasley
Word Count 167
Warning(s): Twincest
Disclaimer: Not mine. Nope. No money here. None.
A/N: A teensy weensy ficlet for you. Written for the
twinspiration 2nd Annual Fic & Art Fest.
Summary/Excerpt: Not again.
“Wait! Don’t.” A few tense moments passed. “I’m not ready.”
“Fred, we can’t stay here like this forever.”
“I know but it’s not like we have to be anywhere now.”
George sighed.
Fred nestled further into his brother’s strong arms, inhaling deeply as he rubbed his face against the broad chest.
“We’ve done this before, haven’t we?” sighed Fred contentedly.
The passing time weighed heavily on George. He nudged Fred again.
“Tell me again, why, George.”
“Because we can’t do this again. It’s wrong.”
“But why, George? Why must you?”
George heaved a sigh that broke in his chest.
“Because it’s what must be done.” George lifted his brother’s head in order to meet his gaze. “Every time.”
He brought their mouths together and felt the crash of shameful reality wash over him even as his brother’s lustful moans echoed around them. He reached beneath the pillow for the wand he had now begun to stash there.
“Oh Fred,” he breathed into his twin’s sated hums. “Obliviate.”
Title: Chronic Compulsion
Rating: PG/PG-13 ?
Pairing Fred/George Weasley
Word Count 167
Warning(s): Twincest
Disclaimer: Not mine. Nope. No money here. None.
A/N: A teensy weensy ficlet for you. Written for the
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Summary/Excerpt: Not again.
“Wait! Don’t.” A few tense moments passed. “I’m not ready.”
“Fred, we can’t stay here like this forever.”
“I know but it’s not like we have to be anywhere now.”
George sighed.
Fred nestled further into his brother’s strong arms, inhaling deeply as he rubbed his face against the broad chest.
“We’ve done this before, haven’t we?” sighed Fred contentedly.
The passing time weighed heavily on George. He nudged Fred again.
“Tell me again, why, George.”
“Because we can’t do this again. It’s wrong.”
“But why, George? Why must you?”
George heaved a sigh that broke in his chest.
“Because it’s what must be done.” George lifted his brother’s head in order to meet his gaze. “Every time.”
He brought their mouths together and felt the crash of shameful reality wash over him even as his brother’s lustful moans echoed around them. He reached beneath the pillow for the wand he had now begun to stash there.
“Oh Fred,” he breathed into his twin’s sated hums. “Obliviate.”