FIC - "Revenge Is The Best Gift" by faynia
Title: Revenge is the Best Gift
Author/Artist: faynia
Rating: R
Warning(s): Genderfuck, vague mention of public sex
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is © J. K. Rowling, WB, Scholastic, and all others involved. This sadly includes the Twins as well.
A/N: Beta’d by bewarethesmirk and silva_draconis
Summary/Prompt: 2. The twins celebrate their first birthday as shop owners by testing out some of their more 'intimate' products. [lilyeyes]
Fred had been looking forward to this day for months. It was their first birthday as successful business entrepreneurs. It had passed without any great difficulties, and that, among other things, was why their mum had decided to throw them a party that afternoon. George, on the other hand, didn’t even know that it was Tuesday, let alone their birthday. This worked out splendidly for Fred. Inattention would be his brother’s downfall that day.
Fred shuffled into the front of their shop, glancing at his watch. It opened in another five minutes, which meant George would be finishing his morning tea....with an addition of a little something extra. Fred reckoned he was some sort of genius for it as well. Snape, the old bat, would be proud of him. He had experimented, tested and officially created a new potion all on his own. Certainly it had taken months of sneaking around, but the results would be worth it - oh, so worth it. If this went according to plan, then he could be marketing his latest creation by the end of the week.
Sniggering mentally, he listened for the telltale footsteps on the backstairs. If he was wrong - and he was hardly wrong -George would be descending the stairs any second now as chipper as always, bless him.
“Fred, I think there is something wrong with the-”
Fred turned around, feigning curiosity. His brother wasn’t stupid, far from it; he noticed that his tea had been sweeter than normal.
“Yes?”
“Never mind.” George moved to stand behind the counter, pulling out their ledger. Fred moved back to the door, flipped the closed sign to open, and unlocked the door.
Fred smirked. George squirmed. The first hour began.
He supposed it had been a good idea in the long run to remind George of what day it was. Otherwise, he would have embarrassed himself completely when the entirety of their family showed up at their store, when they closed for lunch. Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes had been open for four hours and wouldn’t reopen again until tomorrow.
Fred had enjoyed watching the subtle changes in George as the hours wore on. First, it had been his eyes. They had softened around the edges and were wide - doe-eyed would be the appropriate term - and his eyelashes had thickened. George hadn’t noticed, and Fred hoped it would stay that way.
When Molly burst through their front door, all smiles, George let out an undignified squeak. Fred thought it was cute.
“I forgot?” Fred answered with an innocent shrug to his brother’s muttered curse.
George scowled. Fred knew he’d forget it in the next few minutes, and that was how much longer it would take before things would go pear-shaped for his poor, sweet younger brother. Sure, it was only by a few minutes, but how he relished those few minutes. It gave them something to bicker about. They couldn’t always be pulling pranks; they had to fill their time with something else. He had timed this all perfectly, down to the exact second. Revenge was gorgeous when the person you were getting revenge on had no idea you were doing so.
Ginny was eyeing him speculatively, to which he gave her the childish response of a stuck out tongue. She rolled her eyes, turning her adoring gaze onto Harry. Some things never changed.
Fred walked behind the counter to where George was locked in a conversation with their father about sales. His fingers trailed along his brother’s lower back.
The clock in their lab chimed noon. The second part of the potion kicked in. The fun part. George gasped. Fred grinned.
They had all gone to the Burrow to celebrate and were now seated at the same rickety table outdoors they had once before. Fred hadn’t anticipated that. It made things more interesting though.
“Boys, come sit down.”
As of that moment, no one had commented on George’s more feminine features, a fact Fred took for granted; he wanted to milk the moment as long as he could. George’s hair was now curling softly just below his ears, and was getting longer with every passing minute. By the time the hour was out it would be over his shoulders. Fred suspected George might notice that.
The smoldering look George sent him across the table halfway through the meal made his toes curl. It had been far too long since he had seen George gaze at him like that. Everyone ate food, chatting happily around them, occasionally stopping to wish them a happy birthday.
Fred’s feet were bare and the grass tickled the bottoms. One of George’s hands were beneath the table, the other was busy stuffing food into his face so he wouldn’t have to speak. Slouching in his seat just a bit, Fred traced his toes up George’s leg, settling it on George’s lap, pressing just a bit.
Harry’s watch beeped one o’clock. George moaned, earning strange looks from the rest of the family. Fred laughed.
George looked angry, his cheeks were suffused with red and his lips were drawn tight. Fred found that sexy as hell, but didn’t say so out loud. He let himself be led through their childhood home, wondering if he couldn’t have planned this moment better. His brother’s red hair was flowing and long. Fred itched to reach out and touch it, to see if it was as silky as it appeared. He didn’t get the chance.
“You idiot!” George hissed, slamming Fred against the wall in their old bedroom. “Do you ever use your brain?”
“Tut tut, little brother,” Fred chided with a leer. His hand slipped under the other boy’s shirt, caressing one of the lumps on his chest that hadn’t been there earlier. George’s eyes bugged out. Fred laughed at that expression of outrage.
“You-”
“Gave you girl bits?” Fred supplied helpfully, twirling a long strand of red hair around his finger. He tugged gently and released it.
“If Mum saw-”
The freckled shoulder before Fred was distracting, and he tipped his head, his tongue darting out, licking. “She’d throw a fit?”
George whined, pressing forward. Fred’s fingers were still busy playing with George’s new breasts. They were things of beauty. And George was being so responsive. Simply glorious. “What did you do to me?”
“This?” His free hand slipped down and cupped George’s crotch. The sharp intake of breath was all the encouragement he needed to unzip George’s pants. George shifted a few times and they fell down to his knees, and his underpants followed quickly. Fred bit George’s shoulder, and stroked once. “How long?” he murmured, running his thumb over the leaking head.
George jerked forward, his hands grasping at Fred’s hips. It wouldn’t take long. It wasn’t supposed to. “Noon.”
“Perfect.”
He squeezed roughly, twisting his wrist once, before pumping his fist over his brother’s cock. It was a practiced motion now. Their bodies were so alike nothing ever seemed awkward. Nothing. George was making such lovely sounds, but they weren’t in their flat. They were in their parent’s home, and with great sadness, Fred pressed his lips to George’s silencing his cries of ecstasy. It would be such a tragedy if someone decided to investigate where they had gone now.
George’s hips were banging in time with Fred’s strokes. Fred’s fist moved faster, hurried on by the breathy moans he was receiving in return. It ended too soon. George keened wildly, the sound muffled by Fred’s lips, getting lost around their dueling tongues. Fingers grasped and groped, and warm, stickiness spilled between them, coating Fred’s fingers and trousers. George’s breath was hot against his neck and Fred couldn’t wait until they were allowed to go home. It was only fair that George got a turn. The potion was wearing off. It had only been good for one fantasy.
“You’re still a-”
Fred popped his fingers into his mouth and sucked. “Bastard?”
“Yes.”
He grinned, eyes dancing with mischief. “I know.”
Author/Artist: faynia
Rating: R
Warning(s): Genderfuck, vague mention of public sex
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is © J. K. Rowling, WB, Scholastic, and all others involved. This sadly includes the Twins as well.
A/N: Beta’d by bewarethesmirk and silva_draconis
Summary/Prompt: 2. The twins celebrate their first birthday as shop owners by testing out some of their more 'intimate' products. [lilyeyes]
Fred had been looking forward to this day for months. It was their first birthday as successful business entrepreneurs. It had passed without any great difficulties, and that, among other things, was why their mum had decided to throw them a party that afternoon. George, on the other hand, didn’t even know that it was Tuesday, let alone their birthday. This worked out splendidly for Fred. Inattention would be his brother’s downfall that day.
Fred shuffled into the front of their shop, glancing at his watch. It opened in another five minutes, which meant George would be finishing his morning tea....with an addition of a little something extra. Fred reckoned he was some sort of genius for it as well. Snape, the old bat, would be proud of him. He had experimented, tested and officially created a new potion all on his own. Certainly it had taken months of sneaking around, but the results would be worth it - oh, so worth it. If this went according to plan, then he could be marketing his latest creation by the end of the week.
Sniggering mentally, he listened for the telltale footsteps on the backstairs. If he was wrong - and he was hardly wrong -George would be descending the stairs any second now as chipper as always, bless him.
“Fred, I think there is something wrong with the-”
Fred turned around, feigning curiosity. His brother wasn’t stupid, far from it; he noticed that his tea had been sweeter than normal.
“Yes?”
“Never mind.” George moved to stand behind the counter, pulling out their ledger. Fred moved back to the door, flipped the closed sign to open, and unlocked the door.
Fred smirked. George squirmed. The first hour began.
He supposed it had been a good idea in the long run to remind George of what day it was. Otherwise, he would have embarrassed himself completely when the entirety of their family showed up at their store, when they closed for lunch. Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes had been open for four hours and wouldn’t reopen again until tomorrow.
Fred had enjoyed watching the subtle changes in George as the hours wore on. First, it had been his eyes. They had softened around the edges and were wide - doe-eyed would be the appropriate term - and his eyelashes had thickened. George hadn’t noticed, and Fred hoped it would stay that way.
When Molly burst through their front door, all smiles, George let out an undignified squeak. Fred thought it was cute.
“I forgot?” Fred answered with an innocent shrug to his brother’s muttered curse.
George scowled. Fred knew he’d forget it in the next few minutes, and that was how much longer it would take before things would go pear-shaped for his poor, sweet younger brother. Sure, it was only by a few minutes, but how he relished those few minutes. It gave them something to bicker about. They couldn’t always be pulling pranks; they had to fill their time with something else. He had timed this all perfectly, down to the exact second. Revenge was gorgeous when the person you were getting revenge on had no idea you were doing so.
Ginny was eyeing him speculatively, to which he gave her the childish response of a stuck out tongue. She rolled her eyes, turning her adoring gaze onto Harry. Some things never changed.
Fred walked behind the counter to where George was locked in a conversation with their father about sales. His fingers trailed along his brother’s lower back.
The clock in their lab chimed noon. The second part of the potion kicked in. The fun part. George gasped. Fred grinned.
They had all gone to the Burrow to celebrate and were now seated at the same rickety table outdoors they had once before. Fred hadn’t anticipated that. It made things more interesting though.
“Boys, come sit down.”
As of that moment, no one had commented on George’s more feminine features, a fact Fred took for granted; he wanted to milk the moment as long as he could. George’s hair was now curling softly just below his ears, and was getting longer with every passing minute. By the time the hour was out it would be over his shoulders. Fred suspected George might notice that.
The smoldering look George sent him across the table halfway through the meal made his toes curl. It had been far too long since he had seen George gaze at him like that. Everyone ate food, chatting happily around them, occasionally stopping to wish them a happy birthday.
Fred’s feet were bare and the grass tickled the bottoms. One of George’s hands were beneath the table, the other was busy stuffing food into his face so he wouldn’t have to speak. Slouching in his seat just a bit, Fred traced his toes up George’s leg, settling it on George’s lap, pressing just a bit.
Harry’s watch beeped one o’clock. George moaned, earning strange looks from the rest of the family. Fred laughed.
George looked angry, his cheeks were suffused with red and his lips were drawn tight. Fred found that sexy as hell, but didn’t say so out loud. He let himself be led through their childhood home, wondering if he couldn’t have planned this moment better. His brother’s red hair was flowing and long. Fred itched to reach out and touch it, to see if it was as silky as it appeared. He didn’t get the chance.
“You idiot!” George hissed, slamming Fred against the wall in their old bedroom. “Do you ever use your brain?”
“Tut tut, little brother,” Fred chided with a leer. His hand slipped under the other boy’s shirt, caressing one of the lumps on his chest that hadn’t been there earlier. George’s eyes bugged out. Fred laughed at that expression of outrage.
“You-”
“Gave you girl bits?” Fred supplied helpfully, twirling a long strand of red hair around his finger. He tugged gently and released it.
“If Mum saw-”
The freckled shoulder before Fred was distracting, and he tipped his head, his tongue darting out, licking. “She’d throw a fit?”
George whined, pressing forward. Fred’s fingers were still busy playing with George’s new breasts. They were things of beauty. And George was being so responsive. Simply glorious. “What did you do to me?”
“This?” His free hand slipped down and cupped George’s crotch. The sharp intake of breath was all the encouragement he needed to unzip George’s pants. George shifted a few times and they fell down to his knees, and his underpants followed quickly. Fred bit George’s shoulder, and stroked once. “How long?” he murmured, running his thumb over the leaking head.
George jerked forward, his hands grasping at Fred’s hips. It wouldn’t take long. It wasn’t supposed to. “Noon.”
“Perfect.”
He squeezed roughly, twisting his wrist once, before pumping his fist over his brother’s cock. It was a practiced motion now. Their bodies were so alike nothing ever seemed awkward. Nothing. George was making such lovely sounds, but they weren’t in their flat. They were in their parent’s home, and with great sadness, Fred pressed his lips to George’s silencing his cries of ecstasy. It would be such a tragedy if someone decided to investigate where they had gone now.
George’s hips were banging in time with Fred’s strokes. Fred’s fist moved faster, hurried on by the breathy moans he was receiving in return. It ended too soon. George keened wildly, the sound muffled by Fred’s lips, getting lost around their dueling tongues. Fingers grasped and groped, and warm, stickiness spilled between them, coating Fred’s fingers and trousers. George’s breath was hot against his neck and Fred couldn’t wait until they were allowed to go home. It was only fair that George got a turn. The potion was wearing off. It had only been good for one fantasy.
“You’re still a-”
Fred popped his fingers into his mouth and sucked. “Bastard?”
“Yes.”
He grinned, eyes dancing with mischief. “I know.”