| Title: | Spot of Trouble | Author: | Flora | Rating: | NC-17 | Pairing: | Harry/Fred/George | Summary: | "Fred and George are arrested for using illegal ingredients in their joke sweets. Harry, as their main investor, has to bail them out and try to sort out this mess." (by Sabrina) | Warnings: | Twincest, oral sex | Author's Notes: | | Story: |
The owl arrived at two-forty in the morning. Harry squinted at the blurry fluttering shape in his window and stumbled out of bed to draw up the glass pane before rummaging in his bedside table for an owl treat. With one hand he pointed at the lantern on the wall; with the other, he called his glasses to him. He sank down on his chair to read the brief missive.
Harry!
Sorry to wake you, mate, but we’re in a spot of trouble. Seems some of our ingredients in the Wheezes are rather—
Here, the handwriting shifted to George’s left-handed scrawl, which for all intents and purposes was nearly indistinguishable from Fred’s right-handed, but Harry could tell. He grinned.
--frowned upon by the Ministry. They’ve got us in custody, and we get one—
--letter. We certainly couldn’t write to Mum! So, you it is. Can you come see if you can get it sorted? Thanks loads.
Fred and George
Harry rolled his eyes and set down the letter on his table. He found a rather rumpled quill in the second drawer and added his own untidy lines to the page:
Shit, you two are trouble. News flash, that, eh? I’ll be along soon enough. I hope you know you owe me. –H.
He sent the owl on her way with a treat and a scratch between the ears, and went in search of underwear.
--
He arrived at the phone booth thirty minutes later and dialed in. He did have to pause and snicker at the nametag he received: Harry Potter, Oblivious Co-conspirator and Chief Rescuer. True, he supposed, but possibly more thorough than absolutely necessary. He stopped at the lobby desk for directions.
It wouldn’t, he thought, kill him if they quit relocating departments. Law Enforcement was in the east wing of the third floor. Today. He set off up the stairs, wondering why, instead of the desk, they didn’t just enchant the stairs so as long as you got on the set to Law Enforcement, you’d get there, regardless of floor and wing.
Fred and George were sitting, looking utterly unrepentant, in a glassed-in cell, third on the left. Elvira Corning looked up as Harry came in, recognizing him immediately, and began talking before he’d even shrugged off his coat.
“They’ve been using personal items in their products! Items that should not be shared indiscriminately! Now what do you have to say for yourself, Mister Potter? I’ve been told you are their chief investor, and by all rights you should be in here as well, only they tell me you are ignorant of day to day operations so I thought it only fair to hear your account, though I warn you if I learn you’ve known about their appalling practices, your name will not save you, no sir.”
Harry blinked and sat down. The chair immediately enfolded his wrists in sensitive leather bindings and dropped straps over his shoulders, crossing over his sternum and passing under his arse to unfurl once over each thigh. He raised his eyebrows.
“Oh,” she added. “Arthur Weasley’s invention. Says it’s based on a Muggle device, a lie reflector. It will know if you lie and you’ll go all shiny and reflective.”
Harry grinned. Only Arthur. “Right, then. I have no idea what they put in most of the Wheezes. I don’t know what ‘personal items’ would entail, nor why they would be discouraged. Further, I supply capital, not concepts, and I’ve nothing to do with product development.”
The chair let go abruptly, and Elvira looked briefly disappointed at Harry’s non-shiny appearance. “Well, then. The details are in the paperwork. Is it your intent to pay their fine and take custody of them until the hearing?”
Harry shrugged. “Sure. What, exactly, are they using that’s illegal?”
“Details are in the paperwork, dear.” He thought she blushed a bit as she shoved a sheaf of notes into his hand and handed him a quill to drop his signature onto the dotted line. “Lovely doing business with you, Mister Potter.” She bustled out, and as the door closed behind her, the glass cell door clicked open.
Harry glanced through the description of the infraction in his hand. The twins could tell when he reached “the details,” because his chin popped up to look at them.
“You’ve been putting. God. No wonder they’re so upset! That’s illegal!”
“Well, sort of,” Fred began.
“But the legality is a bit muddy,” George continued.
“Because we aren’t doing it for the illegal reason, nor for the intent that makes it bloody illegal. It just. People like it! It’s no worse than adding sugar, really.”
Harry raised his eyebrows. “Which is it in?”
“All of them.”
“All of them?”
“Well. All of the Skives. It just completes the formula. We tried using a replacement, once, but they just didn’t sell. But, after all, no one is falling in love with us! That’s what would be illegal!”
“It does rather explain why I’ve liked the bloody things so well. It certainly isn’t that I like puking, nosebleeds, flaming crap, and the like.”
The twins looked at each other. “Oh?”
“What?”
“You said it explains…”
“Oh. What. Ron hasn’t said anything? That’s a first.”
“Ron hasn’t—“
“—said anything—“
“about what?”
Harry grinned. “Let’s get you home.”
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As soon as they materialized in their sitting room, the pair trapped Harry between them, George against his chest, Fred against his back. “Now what was that?”
“What was what?”
“About you liking the bloody things so well!”
“Oh. Er, so I rather like, uh, that.”
The twins exchanged a glance over his head, then George looked down at Harry, quirking a brow. “Oh? I don’t suppose you’d like a less—“
“--adulterated sample, would you?”
Harry flushed, but leaned to the side so he could see both of them by turning his head. “I might, at that.”
“Brilliant!” they chorused, loosing their hold on him. “Who first?”
“Both at once?”
They blinked.
“Unless that’s, er, too…”
They blinked again, then spoke simultaneously again, which was not so astounding with a single word, but was entirely astonishing with entire sentences. “We’ve never had anyone ask for both at once before. They always think we’ll think that’s too…”
“Sick. Wrong. Twisted. Hot.” Harry supplied.
“Yes, that.”
“Right. Do you ever…no, I’m sure you don’t, though that would be, too… even more.”
Without another word all three of them reached for trousers to unbuckle—Fred for George, George for Harry, Harry for Fred. The room was silent but for the sound of fevered breathing and sliding zips, and then they were all bare from the waist down, looking at each other.
Harry moved out from between then, pushing them together.
“Do we ever what,” asked Fred.
Harry dropped to his kneed before them, where they were angled together, cock heads an inch apart. He looked up. “Let’s just say,” he said, putting one hand around each hard shaft and leaning in, “that if I were to look up and see you kissing up there, it might improve my enthusiasm.” He put his lips around George’s cock, then Fred’s, then grinned again. “Not that I lack enthusiasm, you understand.” And with that, he pushed them closer together and took both heads in his mouth at once.
“Fuck!” Harry couldn’t tell which had said it, but he didn’t need to look up to see that each twin had reached for the other’s balls as he sucked. They managed, somehow, to draw even closer together, thrusting into his mouth, choking him, fucking him, and he was hanging onto their muscular legs for dear life, wishing he had a third hand to stroke his own aching prick.
Finally he pulled away, keeping his eyes trained hungrily on their identical glistening cocks. “I have an idea.”
“A better idea that what we’re already doing?” He looked up at their swollen lips, at the bruises they’d sucked into each other’s throats, and nearly came without even touching himself. He swallowed hard and took a breath.
“Right. Lie down. On your back." Harry arranged George on his back, then directed Fred to lie between his legs, head away, each freckled right thigh overlapping the other’s left, their balls snuggly rubbing together as Harry positioned himself on his hands and knees perpendicular to them, taking both cocks and pressing the lengths of them together. They simultaneously raised up on their elbows to make the angle better, and he stretched his lips down both cocks at once, taking them as deep into his mouth as he could manage, then learning, when each reached a hand down to massage their balls, that he could go a little deeper, still, as he watched them roll and cup, watched the delicate skin stick together and peel apart as they thrust in time into his throat.
They even came identically, all at once, with identical shudders and one final thrust, spilling so much into his mouth he couldn’t swallow it all. He raised his head, licked his lips, and sucked them clean, then backed away to watch as they sat up easily into each other’s arms for a long, deep kiss. “Fuck. That was fucking amazing. That is fucking amazing, Harry said, fisting his cock hard as he stared at their red lips pressing into each other.
Then, they surprised him. George looked at him first. “Lie back, then.”
He lay back, propped up on his elbows, legs spread as wide as they would go as both twins crawled between his thighs, closing their mouths back together around his cock, running their tongues over and under him as they licked and sucked at each other’s lips and tongues and teeth.
It didn’t take much, and held straight up as he was between their joined lips, he spurted come straight up, raining down on both of them. Before he could volunteer to clean them up, they set to work, first George, then Fred, licking each other clean once again.
“So. What are we going to do about the legal problem?” Harry asked, as soon as he caught his breath.
“You know what we should do,” George said.
“What?” Fred asked.
“We should add Harry’s spunk, too. Tastes even better than yours.”
Harry closed his eyes to enjoy the image of George on his knees sucking down Fred’s semen, and only belatedly realized they were still talking.
“Right! Because no one wouldn’t want to buy Harry’s. And no one would think we were forcing them to fall for him, even if it was on the label really, really small. It’s the failure to label, really, that gets us looked at so hard.”
Harry opened his eyes, whimpering as he realized they were watching him as they talked, hard and slowly stroking each other again. “I’ll do it on one condition.”
“Oh?”
“I bet I can come all day if you’re both fucking me.”
They grinned. “Who first?”
“Both at once?”
“Brilliant.” George turned to Summon a jar of lube. | E-Mail the Author: | roller2816@hotmail.com |
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