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Here ya go, girl. And there will be another one coming soon.
Info: Untitled, PG-13, Fred/Oliver
Disclaimer: Dude. NOT MINE. Don't I wish. JK's.
“So let me get this straight. Your brother is now sporting a second head the size of his arse on his left shoulder?”
Fred smirked. “Too true. And it even looks like him.”
“Us, Fred. Looks like us. Or... you, rather. And that’s the last thing I need. Three Weasley... um... twins.”
Fred’s grin widened rather nastily. “Oh, no, Oliver. Just three Weasley twin heads.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better, you prat?”
Fred shrugged disarmingly. “You should know, Oliver. I should think the answer would obviously be yes.”
“Well, it doesn’t! You could have seriously hurt your brother! Don’t you care about that?”
Fred frowned. “Honestly, Wood? No. I don’t care. He knows how I feel about him flirting with you and that’s exactly—”
“Wait, wait. So you’re saying... you did this to him because he was flirting with me?”
The redhead rolled his eyes and looked uncomfortable. “Well... yes. I suppose that’s exactly what I’m saying.”
Oliver stepped closer, a hard look in his eyes. “And what would you have done if you really had hurt him?”
Fred did not answer. Oliver came even closer, glowering. “Don’t you even want to know what I think about this whole thing?”
The Weasley twin snapped his eyes to Oliver’s and glared, the embarrassed look fading into anger. “I should think I’m getting a pretty good idea of that right now!”
Oliver stopped and studied him for a moment. He raised a hand and touched Fred’s shoulder. “I’ll tell you what I think of this whole thing. But you have to come closer.”
Fred eyed him warily, a little sadly, and then leaned in. Oliver grabbed him and yanked him forward, pressing his lips to the other boy’s, darting his tongue inside Fred’s startled mouth. He worked his tongue thoroughly around, tasting the boy clutching onto him until he heard him moan deep in his throat.
“Damn it, Fred, I don’t care about your brother flirting with me. I’ve made my choice, and whether or not he shows it, he is aware of it.”
Fred blinked the dazed look from his eyes and they narrowed again, the sadness still present. “Oliver, come off it. He looks just like me. How can you even use that as a reason?”
Oliver thought about getting mad – no, about getting insanely angry – but then decided against it. The look on Fred’s face pulled the energy right out of him. He sighed. “Fred… if I were in it for your looks, that would matter. You are, believe it or not, slightly different from your brother, you know.”
Fred crossed his arms. “And how would you know that?”
Oliver rolled his eyes. “Well, aside from the fact that you’re a little quieter on a daily basis... and that you start stuttering when I touch you... and that George’s unique willingness to go after his own brother’s boyfriend makes me more than a little uncomfortable. Getting the picture yet?”
Fred hung his head, nodding. Oliver smirked and pulled him closer. “Fortunately for me, I know that blush anywhere, Weasley.”
Fred smiled weakly. Oliver grinned back.
“Oh, and you can act shy, too, can you? Didn’t know you were such a thespian...Wait, speaking of which... How can I be certain that you are Fred, and not George acting like Fred?” he said teasingly, giving a mock pout.
The crafty grin Oliver loved so much flickered onto his lover’s face. “Well, I believe Fred is the only one who can name exactly which three saints you invoked during our last... get-together.”
“Is that right?” Oliver raised an eyebrow and grinned slyly at the other boy. “And which three might those be, pray tell?”
That grin was getting wider. “Hmm. I think you may have to... duplicate the circumstances to find out.”
Oliver grabbed the boy and pulled him forward, dragging his tongue across his jawline and kneading his arse with one sure hand. The redhead gave a yelp-giggle and his legs gave out. Oliver caught him easily and grinned. “That’s how I know you’re Fred. You’ve told me more than once that your brother has no known ticklish spots, nevermind two. Now. About recreating the situation...”
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*ducks flying objects from the rabid H/D-ers* So sue me. Draco's current mental freak-out session is making me crave humor. ^__^
fireelemental79 because FIRE LIKES HER WOOD VERY WEASLEY-ED! Okay, this is a birthday ficlet I KNOW I KNOW IT'S SO LATE IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY. But I love you anyway, Fire! *mope*Here ya go, girl. And there will be another one coming soon.
Info: Untitled, PG-13, Fred/Oliver
Disclaimer: Dude. NOT MINE. Don't I wish. JK's.
“So let me get this straight. Your brother is now sporting a second head the size of his arse on his left shoulder?”
Fred smirked. “Too true. And it even looks like him.”
“Us, Fred. Looks like us. Or... you, rather. And that’s the last thing I need. Three Weasley... um... twins.”
Fred’s grin widened rather nastily. “Oh, no, Oliver. Just three Weasley twin heads.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better, you prat?”
Fred shrugged disarmingly. “You should know, Oliver. I should think the answer would obviously be yes.”
“Well, it doesn’t! You could have seriously hurt your brother! Don’t you care about that?”
Fred frowned. “Honestly, Wood? No. I don’t care. He knows how I feel about him flirting with you and that’s exactly—”
“Wait, wait. So you’re saying... you did this to him because he was flirting with me?”
The redhead rolled his eyes and looked uncomfortable. “Well... yes. I suppose that’s exactly what I’m saying.”
Oliver stepped closer, a hard look in his eyes. “And what would you have done if you really had hurt him?”
Fred did not answer. Oliver came even closer, glowering. “Don’t you even want to know what I think about this whole thing?”
The Weasley twin snapped his eyes to Oliver’s and glared, the embarrassed look fading into anger. “I should think I’m getting a pretty good idea of that right now!”
Oliver stopped and studied him for a moment. He raised a hand and touched Fred’s shoulder. “I’ll tell you what I think of this whole thing. But you have to come closer.”
Fred eyed him warily, a little sadly, and then leaned in. Oliver grabbed him and yanked him forward, pressing his lips to the other boy’s, darting his tongue inside Fred’s startled mouth. He worked his tongue thoroughly around, tasting the boy clutching onto him until he heard him moan deep in his throat.
“Damn it, Fred, I don’t care about your brother flirting with me. I’ve made my choice, and whether or not he shows it, he is aware of it.”
Fred blinked the dazed look from his eyes and they narrowed again, the sadness still present. “Oliver, come off it. He looks just like me. How can you even use that as a reason?”
Oliver thought about getting mad – no, about getting insanely angry – but then decided against it. The look on Fred’s face pulled the energy right out of him. He sighed. “Fred… if I were in it for your looks, that would matter. You are, believe it or not, slightly different from your brother, you know.”
Fred crossed his arms. “And how would you know that?”
Oliver rolled his eyes. “Well, aside from the fact that you’re a little quieter on a daily basis... and that you start stuttering when I touch you... and that George’s unique willingness to go after his own brother’s boyfriend makes me more than a little uncomfortable. Getting the picture yet?”
Fred hung his head, nodding. Oliver smirked and pulled him closer. “Fortunately for me, I know that blush anywhere, Weasley.”
Fred smiled weakly. Oliver grinned back.
“Oh, and you can act shy, too, can you? Didn’t know you were such a thespian...Wait, speaking of which... How can I be certain that you are Fred, and not George acting like Fred?” he said teasingly, giving a mock pout.
The crafty grin Oliver loved so much flickered onto his lover’s face. “Well, I believe Fred is the only one who can name exactly which three saints you invoked during our last... get-together.”
“Is that right?” Oliver raised an eyebrow and grinned slyly at the other boy. “And which three might those be, pray tell?”
That grin was getting wider. “Hmm. I think you may have to... duplicate the circumstances to find out.”
Oliver grabbed the boy and pulled him forward, dragging his tongue across his jawline and kneading his arse with one sure hand. The redhead gave a yelp-giggle and his legs gave out. Oliver caught him easily and grinned. “That’s how I know you’re Fred. You’ve told me more than once that your brother has no known ticklish spots, nevermind two. Now. About recreating the situation...”
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*ducks flying objects from the rabid H/D-ers* So sue me. Draco's current mental freak-out session is making me crave humor. ^__^
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