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The Weasley twins were up to their usual antics. They had a reputation to keep up, after all. They had been dared by Lee to get some butterbeer from the kitchens, which would have been an easy task had they not bequeathed the Marauder's Map to Harry. Still, the twins knew the passages by heart, and knew where to hide to avoid anyone that came along. They had been making trips down to the kitchen since they were first years. They knew that the kitchen elves retired promptly at 11pm, so they waited until 11:30pm just to be sure. A muttered "Alohomora" got them in easily, and they scanned the room quickly. All clear.

"Right. George, you check that cupboard," Fred said, pointing, "and I'll take that one."

They were well used to this; sometimes the elves stored things in different places, but there were only so many cupboards. George called out first. "Found it." Then he hesitated. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" replied Fred.

"Well, the bottles look a bit different," explained George. "But it must be butterbeer."

Fred came over to investigate. "I see what you mean," he agreed.

The bottles were slightly larger and a different shape. But what else could they be?

"I say we try one," suggested George.

"Good thought," agreed Fred. "Got to be sure they're ok." He grabbed a bottle and pried the top open on the edge of the counter. He held it up, foam oozing of the neck, and offered it to his twin. "After you."

"Why not," said George, taking the bottle and upending it into his mouth, draining approximately half the contents. Fred watched curiously as George turned even redder, coughing and spluttering.

Fred pounded George on the back. "You all right then?"

George got himself under control. "That's not butterbeer!" he finally gasped out.

"It's not?" Fred asked, holding the bottle up to his eye, trying to look inside. "What is it then?"

"I don't know!" gasped George. "It kind of tastes like that stuff Dad keeps in the top cupboard. The stuff we're not supposed to know about."

"Let me try," Fred said, grabbing the bottle and draining the rest. He was more prepared, but still choked a bit as the liquid burned its way down. "That's terrible!" declared Fred, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Awful," agreed George.

"We need to try another one," both boys said at the same time.

They laughed, and George grabbed another bottle, opened it and offered it to Fred. His brother grabbed it, and took a long drink. A suspicious warmth was beginning to spread through him, coming from his stomach. He handed the bottle to George. He watched his twin drink, and mused. "I reckon that's hard cider, it is," he declared.

George let out a loud belch as he finished his drink. They both burst into laughter. "S'nice, though," decided George, and Fred nodded. He grabbed the bottle back and took another swig.

George finished it off, and the two of them looked at each other. Fred announced, "I don't see what the big deal is, though. I'm not drunk at all," he finished, slurring slightly.

George seemed to find this incredibly funny, and laughed so hard he had to lean back against the counter for support. "Me neither," he agreed, and this set them both off into peals of laughter.

"Y'know what would go perfect with this?" said Fred, opening another bottle with difficulty. This one seemed harder to open than the last.

"What, Fred?" George replied, stumbling after his twin unsteadily, grabbing onto the other boy's shoulder for support.

"Crisps," decided Fred, and George wholeheartedly agreed. George was just musing on how really nice it was to have a twin, someone who always agreed with you and knew what you were thinking. He felt so well-disposed toward Fred at the moment that he felt the need to give his brother a hug. So as Fred retrieved some crisp packs from a cupboard and turned around, George grabbed him and wrapped his arms around him in a crushing bear hug.

"I love you, man, you know that?" declared George.

Fred frowned. George was acting oddly. But the hug sure felt nice... "I love you too, George. But let go of me so we can eat these."

George reluctantly released his twin, his lower body tingling from what he decided must be the cider. "K."

They sat on the floor, happily munching through several bags of crisps, sucking down another cider. It wasn't until Fred decided he needed some chocolate to wash it all down that he realized he couldn't walk well. He tried to stand, but lurched sideways, right into George's lap.

"Oops!" he giggled, staring up at his handsome brother. Handsome? Where had that thought come from? "Sorry," he mumbled, but made no move to get up.

"S'ok," declared George, looking down at Fred. He felt nice in his arms, on his lap, George decided. In fact, he was getting really nice feelings now... like he did when he was in the shower alone...

They stared at each other for a long moment, then Fred seemed to remember what he wanted to do, and decided the best thing would be to crawl across the floor for it. He retrieved some chocolate, bringing it back with him to where George was sat.

"It's hot in here," decided Fred, and it suddenly seemed like the most sensible thing to take off his shirt. After all, it was just the two of them... He looked up to see George staring at him in a most peculiar way, a way that made parts of him wake up and notice. To cover his confusion, he handed a bar of chocolate to his brother. "Here."

"Thanks," mumbled George, blushing from the heat or the fact that he couldn't seem to stop staring at Fred. He took the candy and bit off a large chunk, chewing quickly.

Fred was having problems of his own. He was watching George's mouth, the full lips and the tongue that darted out to lick those lips. He wanted to... no, he couldn't possibly... Since he was staring, he immediately noticed that a trickle of chocolate had escaped those lips and tongue. "George," he said, "You've got some chocolate... on your mouth..." He watched in fascination as George stuck out his tongue, running it around his lips, trying to catch it. But he kept missing it. "No, you haven't got it. Here," he scooted over, closing the distance between the two of them until he was kneeling right in front of George. He leaned forward unsteadily and reached up, using his thumb to wipe at the chocolate.

George looked at Fred, only inches away, and considered their positions. Fred kneeled between his spread legs, shirtless, and George was hard as a rock now. Fred's thumb was stroking his lip, and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to stick out his tongue and touch it to Fred's thumb.

Fred gasped but didn't draw his hand away as George licked at his thumb. Then his brother had shifted his head and oh god George was sucking his thumb into his mouth, and it was so hot, and why did his twin sucking on his finger of all things, why did that feeling go directly to his now-stiff cock? Fred heard someone whimper and was surprised to find it was him. "George," he whispered. His twin stared back at him, sucking on him still.

Fred pulled his thumb free of George's mouth, and stared at those reddened lips for a long moment before he made his decision. Those lips called to him, he answered, leaning forward those last inches and kissing his brother firmly on the mouth. George's lips were soft and yielding and warm.

George was stunned but all of a sudden it felt so right, so natural, and he opened his mouth. Fred's mouth tasted so familiar, so wet, so hot. He tasted of cider and chocolate and urgency.

Fred felt George open his mouth to him, and again it felt so natural to slide his tongue into his brother's mouth, lazily tracing George's even teeth, sliding along the other boy's tongue. It also felt right to bring his hand up to grip George's arm, pulling him closer.

George moaned into his brother's mouth as he felt the kiss deepen. Both boys had kissed girls before, but neither had ever gone farther. They had discussed these things extensively; they shared everything. Now they got to try out their techniques on each other. Nothing could have prepared them for the level of heat the two of them created. George brought his hand up and put it behind Fred's head, pulling him even closer.

Fred finally pulled back, gasping for air, and looked into unfocused eyes that looked just like his own. They stared at each other for a long moment, breathing hard. They had always been able to communicate without words, and this time was no exception. There were no questions, no soul-searching discussion; they looked at each other, they wanted each other, it was decided.

Simultaneously, they locked lips again, this time more frantically. George brought his hand up to brush against Fred's smooth chest, and Fred pushed, encouraging George to lay back on the floor. George allowed himself to be pushed back, and Fred followed him down, keeping their mouths together. Fred was already positioned between George's legs, and he took advantage of this fact, pressing against his brother.

Both boys gasped as their erections came into contact for the first time. The hard lengths lined up perfectly, and they lost themselves for long moments, just rocking against each other, learning the new feelings. Friction caused heat, and both boys were burning up. They couldn't continue their kiss because both were moaning so much. Fred braced himself with his arms and rubbed up and down against his twin. George raised his hips and thrust back harder against Fred.

By mutual assent, they finally made themselves stop; both were so close to climax. Fred pulled at George's shirt, and between the two of them, they got the garment off so both boys were bare-chested. Fred sat up and fumbled with his pants, and George sat up and did the same. A few more moments and they were both dressed only in their socks, identically naked. They kneeled, looking at each other like they never had before.

Blue eyes roamed over nearly hairless, slim bodies, pink nipples and dripping erections. No more words were necessary. They kissed, hands roaming freely at long last. They pressed up against each other, hot skin sliding, hard cocks rubbing. Perfect mirror images, identical lust, they touched each other. The only regrets in their heads were that they had waited so long to find each other.

They looked at each other and nodded; they needed relief and they needed it now. They kneeled in front of each other. Each reached down to wrap long fingers around his twin's arousal. Both boys gasped; why did his brother's hand feel so much better than his own?

Fred stroked George's cock, moaning and thrusting into his twin's hand as he did the same. The other boy's length felt so familiar yet so different; the difference in sensation was indescribable.

George stroked faster, and leaned forward to taste Fred again. This was too good, too perfect, how could anything be wrong with this? Their mouths locked, their bodies rocking together, their need rose higher and higher.

Fred gave in first; with a cry, he threw his head back and exploded. He jetted hot seed all over his brother and somehow managed to keep stroking the cock in his hand. "George!" he gasped.

"Oh, Fred..." George followed immediately; their creamy desire mixing on taut abdomens, dripping down, identical release.

They leaned on each other, just like they always had. They caught their breath, and raised their eyes, searching their counterpart for signs of regret. With identical grins, they found none; just another secret they shared with only each other.

"Wicked."

Lee never did get his butterbeer that night.