Author's Note, Warnings, Disclaimer, etc
"There's no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written." -Oscar Wilde-

This is twincest. It's slash. It's the Weasley twins. Don't like it, don't read it. I know, I'm going to hell and all for writing it, blah, blah, save the lecture please. I really don't give a damn whether you think it's immoral or not, I left you a bloody warning for God's sake.

Now that that is done with, I can go on. Somehow the Remus/Sirius story I was thinking of turned into this instead, so I finally have gotten around to the Fred/George I've been wanting to do. It's just a one-shot. Enjoy. And reviews please. Thanks much.

And, no, I do not own the Weasley twins. Do you think I'd be sitting here if I did?

Apples

"Aren't you bored?"

It had been a lazy morning. Neither had woken up until noon, only to find that Mrs. Weasley, along with Ginny and Ron were leaving for Diagon Alley in "...less time than you two would need to get ready." as their Mum had put it. So they had been left behind, with nothing to do, other than sit around the kitchen all afternoon.

George looked up from the Prophet and took a bite of the apple that he'd snatched from Ron earlier.

"Nah."

Fred raised an eyebrow.

"Liar."

"Why else do you think I'd be reading the Daily Prophet?"

The pair stood there for a minute, studying each other from across the kitchen. Fred leaning back against the counter, his arms crossed. George leaning onto the wall, one foot crossed over the other, an apple in one hand, the paper in the other.

"You know we could always try testing those..."

"Can't. Ginny said she'd tell Mum about everything if we tested them on ourselves again." George finished for him, mid-chew, as he tossed the paper back onto the table.

Fred fumed silently, and pictured testing the "candies" on Ginny instead. George watched him from across the small kitchen, wondering if he made that same terrifying expression when he was annoyed, and grinned. Fred had a way of being charming in even the most absurd conditions.

"Well what do you suggest we do then?"

George shrugged his shoulders and took another bite of the apple, and had decidedly wicked thoughts about Fred, and entertained the idea that if any of those things by chance actually happened, they would never be bored again.

Fred watched the wheels turning behind those brown eyes that matched his own. He walked forward slowly, stopping directly in front of his twin, their eyes never leaving each others.
George looked at him with mild confusion, and raised an eyebrow in curiosity and surprise when Fred grabbed his wrist suddenly, jerking him forward, intentionally closing the unnecessary space between them.

"You can't have the apple." He said in a relatively teasing voice, his gaze lingering on Fred's lips.

"I don't want the apple..." Fred murmured before George's mouth was on his, kissing him fervently, his tongue sliding against Fred's, tasting like apples and wrapping one arm around his waist, folding against each other perfectly.

George let out a little moan in the back of his throat when Fred pulled back just slightly, and bringing his brother's wrist up to his lips, kissed the inside of it before taking a bite of his apple. Oh.....

He would pay for this later.

"Tease." George said, his voice husky.

Fred grinned. "I happen to like the taste of apples."