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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Rowling
  Relationship:
      Fred_Weasley/George_Weasley
  Character:
      Fred_Weasley, George_Weasley
  Additional Tags:
      Twincest, Slash, Angst, Dark, Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Underage_Sex,
      Painplay, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Rough_Sex, Character_Death, Sibling
      Rivalry, Community:_hp_cestfest
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-09-23 Words: 3183
****** I'm the Favorite ******
by Hamimifk_(BatchSan)
Summary
     For as long they could remember, Fred and George had argued that one
     of them was the favorite child in their parents' eyes.
Notes
     This bugger fought me tooth and nail to get written. A big thanks to
     Amanda for giving me the prompt of the boys fighting over which one
     was the favorite (without that prompt, I swear, I don't think I would
     have ever finished this).
                                     Age 4
"Mum, which one of us do you like better?"
Molly stared in surprise at the twin boys tugging at her skirt. Tired from
cleaning and caring for her sons all day, she wiped her brow and smiled at Fred
and George.
"Oh boys, don't be silly. I love you both the same. I love you two and Ron and
Percy and Charlie and Bill and even the new baby who isn't even born yet, all
the same amount."
Molly knelt slowly and kissed Fred and George's cheeks and went back to
cooking. They remained a moment longer, almost expecting her to change her
mind, but she didn't. The twins wandered away, exchanging small glances at each
other.
"She loves me more," one said.
"She love me more," the other said.
They broke a plate in the ensuing skirmish and got whacked with their mother's
cooking spoon.
                                     ~*~*~
                                    Age 13
"I'm the favorite one," Fred shouted.
"I am!" George shouted back.
"You're a git!"
"You're a giant's dropping!"
George only just ducked out of the way of the flying porclean figurine that
flew through the air. In his own anger, he grabbed another figurine and threw
it back at his twin. It shattered on the wall behind where Fred had been
standing as Fred dashed forward and tackled his brother. Together they slammed
into the banister of the stairs and slid down to the ground as their mother
came rushing into the room. She shrieked at the sight of her smashed figurines
and glared at the twins as she pulled out her wand.
"Boys! What on earth has gotten into you two?" She shouted as she glared at
them, her wand flicking to attenpt to fix the broken figurines.
"It's..."
"...nothing."
"Boys..." Molly's voice was full of scary parental threatening.
"We were fighting over which one of us is the favorite," George finally said,
lowering his gaze to the floor.
Sighing, Molly shook her head. "Have we not gone over this a thousand times?
Your father and I both love you the same amount. Where you got this silly
notion that one of you was better liked than the other, I don't know, but this
is enough. If you destroy one more thing in this house, I'll box your ears so
bad they'll look like Christmas presents. Now off to your room and think about
what I said."
Sullen, but keeping their heads down and their mouths shut, the twins shoved
each other away and did as they were told, walking up the stairs like they were
part of a funeral procession. Once in their room, they flopped down on their
beds and did not speak a word to each other. Fred even got up and yanked closed
the curtain they sometimes hung in the middle of their room for privacy or
whenever they got into a disagreement and weren't on speaking turns.
The arguement was nowhere near over. It had been a topic of debate since they
were four, but for now they would sulk about what happened for a bit and then
go back to their normal mischievousness.
                                     ~*~*~
                                    Age 16
Fred and George had learned to carefully edge around the topic of who was the
favorite, for they never really believed what their parents said about loving
them equally. There was the time George got to go along with their father to
work while Fred had to stay home with their mum and peel potatoes. Another
time, Fred had received money as a birthday gift while George got a pair of
knitted socks from their mum. There were other times that were odd like this
and they fueled the twins' belief that one of them was the favorite and that
those events had been tests by their parents to decide which one they liked
more. They didn't care about being the favorite compared to their other
siblings, for their older brothers were much better students and such than they
were. For the twins, they simply wanted to know whom was the favorite out of
the pair of them.
The Triwizard Tournament gave the twins a lot of free time because of all the
activity going on all over the school. It wasn't really free time, it was just
easier to get away with cutting classes since a lot of students were doing it
to either see the trials or help the contenders train or cheer them on in
general. One day, Fred and George stayed behind in their dorm room, anything to
get away from Professor Binn's tiresome class. They sat on their own beds and
tossed a quaffle ball back and forth between themselves, chatting idly about
everything from their latest product idea to what was going to be for dinner
that night.
"Maybe we'll have pork chops. I've been a good boy lately," George joked.
"About as good as someone who's up to no good all the time can get," Fred joked
back. "Besides, I know those house elves like me more so we'll definitely have
meatloaf tonight."
"Bullocks. If they like you more its because you bribe them with candy all the
time."
"Even so,they still like me more. Don't get your bloomers in a bunch because
you didn't think of it first."
George stopped throwing the ball and frowned at his brother.
"Don't get cocky because you think you've actually accomplished something by
bribing a few house elves so you can get what you like to eat more often."
"Again, don't be jealous that you didn't think of it first. I am the favorite
after all."
Fred knew he had stepped over the line, but he wasn't going to back off now,
especially not when George had started the arguement.
"Oh no you don't, Fred. I know what you're thinking, and I did not start this.
I will be the one to finish it, however."
The ball flew through the air, barely missing Fred's head as George quickly
followed the ball by throwing himself off his bed at his brother, his arm
raised to punch Fred upon impact. Rolling to the side, Fred just barely missed
being pounced on. However, he couldn't catch himself quickly enough to fend off
George's elbow to his back. With a curse, he rolled again so he could face his
brother and threw his fist at George, catching him on the shoulder. Cursing now
too, George threw himself on his brother, ignoring the knee to the side of his
head as he moved. What he failed to realize was that his foot had gotten
tangled up in Fred's blanket and he landed short of his destination, his head
slamming into Fred's stomach. As Fred exhaled sharply, George opened his eyes
in time to realize that his face was dangerously close to the opening of Fred's
boxers. There was also something else that caught his eye, making him snap up
quickly and stare at his twin in shock.
"Are you bloody hard?"
"Why, did my stomach hurt your head?" Fred scoffed, clenching at his stomach as
his breath slowly returned to him. "Because good for you if it did."
"I'm talking about your pecker, you idiot."
"Eh?"
Shifting, Fred realized his twin was right and he blushed more from being
caught then from his brother seeing his erection. Sitting up and pushing past
George to grab his pillow, Fred covered his lap and looked away from his twin
who was gaping at him.
"You get off on this? On us fighting?" George had to ask, because it wasn't
making sense.
When Fred didn't answer him, George pushed Fred so he almost fell off the bed.
"Answer me."
Rolling his eyes, Fred shifted so he was completely looking away from his twin.
"Yeah, I do. What of it?"
"What do you mean 'what of it'?"
"Are you deaf now? WHA..."
Fred was cut off by a hand in his hair yanking him backwards. Before he could
properly protest, Fred was on his back and George's lips were pressed against
his. Confused and still angry at his twin, Fred tried to push George off, but
he couldn't while still trying to hold the pillow over his erection. The
position he was in did not work to his advantage one bit either.
"Obviously this news was so shocking its fried your brain cell and made you
completely mad," Fred said breathlessly when George finally pulled away.
"Merlin, you are an idiot, aren't you?"
George climbed off the bed and moved around so he could straddle Fred,
effectively pinning him to the bed and letting Fred see that he wasn't the only
one who had become aroused. Despite what he was getting ready to do, George was
still ticked off with his brother, so he grabbed Fred again by the hair and
forced his head up so they could kiss. Moving the pillow away with his free
hand, George slid his legs down so he could straddle Fred's waist, pulling him
by the hair more forward.
Beginning to dislike feeling a tad like a pretzel, Fred tried to slap his
twin's hand out of his hair, but George grabbed Fred's erection through his
boxers and shook his head.
"Nuh uh. I'm going to rightly punish you for picking a fight with me today."
Tugging Fred's cock, George smiled as his twin withered in pain and pleasure.
"Did you do it on purpose or by accident?"
"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies," Fred said, trying to remain
cheeky until the end.
"Is that so?"
Releasing his hold on his brother, George pushed up Fred's tee shirt. He leant
toward Fred's nipples and licked one, then the other, slowy, before pulling
back slightly and breathed on the wet nipples. Fred jumped and moaned softly as
George repeated the process, this time letting his fingers flick the erect
nipples.
"So if I asked whether or not you liked this, you would tell me a lie?"
"I don't know anymore," Fred replied honestly, his head spinning a little.
George knelt between his brother's legs and shimmied Fred's boxer's down just
enough to expose him. Once exposed, he licked the tip of Fred's penis
playfully. He then slowly licked from the base of the shaft up to the tip and
back down again. Each lick was purposely slow so Fred would squirm with desire
and to also punish him by not giving him what he wanted right away. Finally,
George took Fred into his mouth, scraping his teeth lightly against the flesh.
Fred jerked his hips in surprise and moaned loudly as George sucked him off,
tongue sliding wetly along his length. A sly hand slid up Fred's erection,
collecting George's saliva and slipped down into Fred's anus.
"What the bloody hell?"
Fred jumped and tensed against the intruding finger. Taking a quick breather,
George spat on his index finger and middle finger and carefully slid them back
into Fred, making the bottom twin whimper as George cooed him to relax.
"Easy for you to say..." Fred complained but said nothing further as George's
mouth enveloped him again.
It took George a moment to find a rhythm between his bobbing and thrusting but
once he got it, Fred twisted and panted beneath him. Somewhere in the distance,
they heard the bell signalling the end of class and adrenline kicked in,
pushing Fred over the last line of his orgasm. He blissedly came into his
brother's mouth and George with a scowl reluctantly swallowed it down.
"I told you... I'm the favorite, even to you," Fred teased, still panting.
"Fuck you," George said with a roll of his eyes, grabbing his wand and quickly
cleaning up the mess they had made.
"Maybe next time."
Fred laughed loudly as George threw the quaffle ball at him, this time
succeeding in hitting him.
                                     ~*~*~
                                    Age 19
It had been tense. Their small world that they knew and loved, had begun to
crumble all around them. Death had become a new smell in the air. One that had
always been there, but now lingered and clung to everything it touched.
Fred and George held their ground wherever they went, even if it was in a small
shack in the middle of nowhere. They set spells around the perimeter to detect
intruders and slept in turns to keep an eye on the sky. The twins lost weight
and began to lose some of their everlasting energy and charm in the face of
these darker times. At least they were together.
"I'm tired," George said, staring out the window.
"You still have another hour on your shift," Fred yawned.
"No, I mean of this whole deal. I'm tired of hiding and not knowing what's
happening to our family and friends."
Eyes darkening, Fred nodded. "I am too."
"Have you felt it though?" George asked, rubbing his arms and finally looking
over at his brother.
"Like things are reaching their climatic point? Yeah, I can feel it. It's like
this knot in my stomach that just keeps getting tighter and tighter."
"Something's going to happen soon, isn't it?"
Nodding, Fred met his brother's eyes, the same thought flowing between them.
"We should be keeping watch."
"It doesn't make a difference anymore. Either we die miserable or at least
partially content and I'm voting for partially content," Fred said.
"Fine, but I hope we don't die with my pecker in your mouth," George said,
glancing out the window.
Smirking, Fred pulled out his wand and pointed it at his brother. "Crucio!"
George fell to the ground twitching and gritting his teeth. They had practiced
with this spell quite a few times, but it never got any easier to deal with the
spasms of pain that swept through their body. It served a purpose though. Two
purposes, one being obvious - to be able to stand it in case of capture. The
second was for pleasure.
Tucking his wand away, Fred grabbed his brother up from the floor, pulling him
by his heavy robe and slammed him against the wall. Lips met in an angry kiss,
because George was definitely angry that Fred had so suddenly hit him with the
spell. Clothes were pushed and pulled, sliding off with ease or with force,
neither man was particular about which. The pain began to slowly subside, but
George was still unsteady in his actions so Fred was easily able to spin around
the naked man. Pushing him so he bent over the small table near the window,
Fred dropped to his knees and slid his tongue along one pale arse cheek, then
the other. When George whimpered, Fred delved his tongue into his main
destination, making the bent twin cry out in surprise. Probing George's
puckered hole roughly but not deeply, Fred began stroking his brother, who was
already partially hard from the spell.
When Fred was satisfied, he stood and spun his brother around to kiss him
again. Shoving his twin back onto the table, Fred lifted George's legs and
rubbed his own erection against his brother's balls and down to his anus.
Without warning, he pushed into George, making the twin curse and shout.
Pulling out most of the way, Fred spat down at his penis and shoved back into
George, making the twin twist and tense. The pain that still coursed through
George's body made the pain of Fred's strokes even worst and tears spilled from
his eyes. Buried inside his brother, Fred reached forward and tweaked his
brother's nipples, his fingers turning the small nubs of flesh back and forth.
Seeing George about to try and hit him, Fred quickly grabbed George's hips and
pounded into him several times, completely throwing off George's punch and
making him curse and bite his lip to blood.
Even despite all the pain, George burst in pleasure, unable to take so much
stimulation for too long. Fred was better at tolerating the pain, but he loved
seeing his brother covered in sweat, come, and blood. Even after George had
come, Fred continued to pound into his brother making him wither and whimper
and get hard again after a bit. George began jerking himself off as Fred began
to reach the limits of his own body. Already so overwhelmed with stimulation,
George came again all over himself and Fred, panting heavily from lack of air.
Fred came shortly after, pulling out so he could come on his brother's torso.
"You're a right mess, you are," Fred smiled and panted, leaning over his
brother.
"You are too," George said, running his hand over Fred's chest.
Their lips touched lightly and they remained still against each for a bit,
listening to their breathing and for the sounds of intruders outside.
"It's you, you know."
"Me what?" Fred asked in confusion.
"You're the favorite one," George said, his eyes dark.
"Shut up. We agreed months ago to quit it with this."
"But it is you, and we both know it. Always have."
"What's this all about, really?"
George looked up at his twin, seeing his features reflected so perfectly, only
with the wrong expression. Fred looked weary and confused, while George was
dark and sad.
"I just feel like something's going to happen to us soon and I need to get it
off my chest."
Running his hand through George's hair, he tried not to glance at the missing
ear on the side of his brother's head. It was the only thing that made them
individuals now and when it had happened they both had felt a foreboding
feeling.
"I love you," Fred finally said.
"I love you too," George said with a small smile. "We sound like a bunch of
queers, don't we?"
"Completely, but I think I can live with that if its only the two of us."
They laughed as the last of the sun set in the sky.
                                     ~*~*~
                                    Age 20
George stood beside a grave, clouds above him threatening rain. He was dressed
in a simple gray suit, his features hid beneath a black fedora. Staring down at
his brother's grave, George thought, as he always did, of all the moments he
had spent with his brother. A lifetime of moments shared together, but now his
brother lived on only in them. He felt incomplete without Fred in his life and
it had been a hard year without him.
The air still smelled of death, but it was slowly lifting and normalcy was
taking hold of the wizarding community again. Though for those who had lost
someone like George had, there was a sense of shock in realizing that in this
better world, free of Voldemort, the ones they loved the most wouldn't be there
to enjoy it with them.
Setting the rose in his hand on Fred's tombstone, George knelt on one knee and
kissed the top of the stone marker. Standing, George tilted his hat back and
revealed his silent, but smiling features.
"You may have been the favorite, but I'm still here."
George turned and left, his hat coming down again to hide his features.
                                     -End-
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