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50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.
Title: The Glass Onion
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 878
Rating: should be R, but it's really PG-13
A/N: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mrsquizzical and queenb23more for the beta!
My Table
39. Invisible
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“George!” Fred called out again.
“You needn’t shout. I’m coming,” George muttered, trotting down the stairs in his bare feet as fast he could.
The general sticky feeling of recent sex would have amused him, except that Fred’s upset was prominent in his sub-conscience, tugging on the invisible connection he had with his twin.
“I’m here,” he said aloud.
Fred turned around. His face was pale.
“I came as soon as heard,” he said and threw his arms around George’s shoulders.
George tried to block his guilt from Fred. After the encounter, the first person he had gone to was Lee.
“I was just going up to the flat when Ron came by with Harry,” Fred continued. “He told me you got him. The one who did it.”
“That’s right. Fucker didn’t even deny it.” George was returning Fred’s fierce hug, but he realized he was holding Fred up more than he was hugging him.
Fred was drunk.
“You give him a good tonking?” Fred asked, pulling away with a cold look in his eye.
“Gave him my worst. Except Ron was afflicted with a sudden case of nobility and wouldn’t let me bash him properly.”
“The big git.”
“Yeah. … Harry got a few good licks in, too. Turns out, Burke was the one who killed Harry’s owl.”
“Was he?” Fred frowned. “Now you mention it, Harry did seem out of sorts.” Fred rubbed his bloodshot eyes. “How’d you know about the bird, anyway?”
George rolled his shoulder, recalling the sinking feeling when he opened that box and looked inside.
“Burke had a demented little collection of ‘tokens’ from his victims. There was a letter Harry’d written to me and Lee’s necklace.”
“Fuck me, I should have been there!”
“Well, you’re here now, aren’t you?” Lee interjected. The under-riding annoyance in his voice was subtle and may have been overlooked by anyone else, but George caught it. Fred did as well.
He stepped back and turned to face Lee where he’d taken a seat on the stairs. Lee had put on his jeans from earlier but not a shirt.
“Yeah, I am.” Fred had the mild manner of belligerent drunkenness about him. “Was I interrupting something?”
Other people might be intimidated by Fred’s imposing bulk, but not Lee.
“Very near. It is getting late.”
“Well excuse me for being concerned about my brother getting into a fight - over you!”
“Don’t,” George said. Please don’t.
“Concerned, is it? Or just drunk?” Lee stood.
“Sod off!”
“Clever retort. No, not drunk at all. Tell me, Fred: Charlie’s been gone, what, three weeks now? Have you been sober a single night since? And when he was here, did you ever go a night without playing around?”
“Have you got a problem with how much I score?” Fred puffed up. “Or are you turfing me out of my brother’s house then, is that it? Am I not welcome here?”
“Oh shut it, Fred.” Lee rolled his eyes.
Lee’s dismissive attitude got Fred’s blood up. He took an angry step towards Lee, only to trip over George’s foot, causing him to lunge towards Lee.
“Oi!” George was quick enough to catch him before he either fell or knocked Lee over.
Lee had taken a startled step back and up the stair to avoid Fred, a surprised look on his face.
“Shit, I’m – Lee, mate, I’d never …” Fred seemed to realized that his stumble was easily mistaken as violence. “I’d never …”
Lee came forward looking down at Fred, giving him the stern look he might give a naughty puppy.
“I know you’d never, you idiot. You’re pie-eyed, that’s all that’s wrong with you. Got more booze than magic in your blood these days.”
Fred nodded, twisting his head so that he saw Lee’s necklace. “George picked that out, you know?”
“I know.” Lee fingered the Scarab carved into stone. “The beetle represents long life, did you know that?”
Fred shook his head. “We just got it because you liked bugs.”
Lee snorted. “Come on, fool. Let’s get you to bed.”
“Nah, I can Apparate home.”
“Not bloody likely, brother.” George took Fred’s arm and slung it over his shoulder, leading him across the room. “You’d leave half your arse here, I’d wager.”
“Just give me some potion to clear my head. I’ll be right as rain.”
George shoved him to sit on the couch. “We don’t keep that kind of potion in the house. Just sleep here and suffer your hangover – it’ll teach you a lesson.”
Fred yawned and slumped sideways, lying down. Lee pulled off Fred’s shoes while George took a cloak hanging by the door and covered him with it.
“Try not to puke on the floor in the morning, eh?” George said. He was answered with a grumble and a snore.
George sighed, rubbing his face before looking at Lee. “I’m sorry.”
“Mmph. Who needs kids when we have him?”
Lee gave a weary smile and took a step before scrunching his nose.
“Your leg hurt?” George asked, moving closer to him.
Lee shook his head but then pressed his lips together and nodded.
George put his arms around Lee, opening his palms over the skin on his lower back.
“Let me,” he whispered and then Apparated them upstairs.
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50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.Title: The Glass Onion
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 878
Rating: should be R, but it's really PG-13
A/N: Thanks to
mrsquizzical and queenb23more for the beta!My Table
39. Invisible
~^~
“George!” Fred called out again.
“You needn’t shout. I’m coming,” George muttered, trotting down the stairs in his bare feet as fast he could.
The general sticky feeling of recent sex would have amused him, except that Fred’s upset was prominent in his sub-conscience, tugging on the invisible connection he had with his twin.
“I’m here,” he said aloud.
Fred turned around. His face was pale.
“I came as soon as heard,” he said and threw his arms around George’s shoulders.
George tried to block his guilt from Fred. After the encounter, the first person he had gone to was Lee.
“I was just going up to the flat when Ron came by with Harry,” Fred continued. “He told me you got him. The one who did it.”
“That’s right. Fucker didn’t even deny it.” George was returning Fred’s fierce hug, but he realized he was holding Fred up more than he was hugging him.
Fred was drunk.
“You give him a good tonking?” Fred asked, pulling away with a cold look in his eye.
“Gave him my worst. Except Ron was afflicted with a sudden case of nobility and wouldn’t let me bash him properly.”
“The big git.”
“Yeah. … Harry got a few good licks in, too. Turns out, Burke was the one who killed Harry’s owl.”
“Was he?” Fred frowned. “Now you mention it, Harry did seem out of sorts.” Fred rubbed his bloodshot eyes. “How’d you know about the bird, anyway?”
George rolled his shoulder, recalling the sinking feeling when he opened that box and looked inside.
“Burke had a demented little collection of ‘tokens’ from his victims. There was a letter Harry’d written to me and Lee’s necklace.”
“Fuck me, I should have been there!”
“Well, you’re here now, aren’t you?” Lee interjected. The under-riding annoyance in his voice was subtle and may have been overlooked by anyone else, but George caught it. Fred did as well.
He stepped back and turned to face Lee where he’d taken a seat on the stairs. Lee had put on his jeans from earlier but not a shirt.
“Yeah, I am.” Fred had the mild manner of belligerent drunkenness about him. “Was I interrupting something?”
Other people might be intimidated by Fred’s imposing bulk, but not Lee.
“Very near. It is getting late.”
“Well excuse me for being concerned about my brother getting into a fight - over you!”
“Don’t,” George said. Please don’t.
“Concerned, is it? Or just drunk?” Lee stood.
“Sod off!”
“Clever retort. No, not drunk at all. Tell me, Fred: Charlie’s been gone, what, three weeks now? Have you been sober a single night since? And when he was here, did you ever go a night without playing around?”
“Have you got a problem with how much I score?” Fred puffed up. “Or are you turfing me out of my brother’s house then, is that it? Am I not welcome here?”
“Oh shut it, Fred.” Lee rolled his eyes.
Lee’s dismissive attitude got Fred’s blood up. He took an angry step towards Lee, only to trip over George’s foot, causing him to lunge towards Lee.
“Oi!” George was quick enough to catch him before he either fell or knocked Lee over.
Lee had taken a startled step back and up the stair to avoid Fred, a surprised look on his face.
“Shit, I’m – Lee, mate, I’d never …” Fred seemed to realized that his stumble was easily mistaken as violence. “I’d never …”
Lee came forward looking down at Fred, giving him the stern look he might give a naughty puppy.
“I know you’d never, you idiot. You’re pie-eyed, that’s all that’s wrong with you. Got more booze than magic in your blood these days.”
Fred nodded, twisting his head so that he saw Lee’s necklace. “George picked that out, you know?”
“I know.” Lee fingered the Scarab carved into stone. “The beetle represents long life, did you know that?”
Fred shook his head. “We just got it because you liked bugs.”
Lee snorted. “Come on, fool. Let’s get you to bed.”
“Nah, I can Apparate home.”
“Not bloody likely, brother.” George took Fred’s arm and slung it over his shoulder, leading him across the room. “You’d leave half your arse here, I’d wager.”
“Just give me some potion to clear my head. I’ll be right as rain.”
George shoved him to sit on the couch. “We don’t keep that kind of potion in the house. Just sleep here and suffer your hangover – it’ll teach you a lesson.”
Fred yawned and slumped sideways, lying down. Lee pulled off Fred’s shoes while George took a cloak hanging by the door and covered him with it.
“Try not to puke on the floor in the morning, eh?” George said. He was answered with a grumble and a snore.
George sighed, rubbing his face before looking at Lee. “I’m sorry.”
“Mmph. Who needs kids when we have him?”
Lee gave a weary smile and took a step before scrunching his nose.
“Your leg hurt?” George asked, moving closer to him.
Lee shook his head but then pressed his lips together and nodded.
George put his arms around Lee, opening his palms over the skin on his lower back.
“Let me,” he whispered and then Apparated them upstairs.
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Date: 2007-09-29 06:29 pm (UTC)