“For God’s sake,” George burst out as he walked into the room he shared with his twin, “what did you do? Buy out Honeydukes?” He surveyed the mass of chocolate at his feet.

            “I stocked up,” Fred answered, munching on a piece of chocolate, “for an idea I had for more Weasley Wizarding Wheezes.”

            George raised his eyebrows, and stared suspiciously at his twin. “What? Like carnivorous chocolate?” George snorted as he recalled Fred’s last brilliant idea.

            Fred shook his head, and affected an innocent expression. The slant of the light off of his hair and the gleam in Fred’s eyes belied that expression. “No, even better than that. Carnal chocolate.”

            George laughed, shaking his head. “Only you.”

            Fred pouted. “No! Really! What better way to show your affection?”

            George gave his twin a strange look. “What better way to get arrested? Love spells are prohibited, remember? Besides, mum says its time for dinner, so c’mon.” He turned, and strolled out of the room, missing the evil grin sprouting on Fred’s face.

            Dinner was normal for the Weasley household. At least without Bill and Charlie here, there aren’t any more food fights, George observed wryly as he scarfed down as much of his mother’s cooking as his stomach would hold. He noticed that Fred was eating considerably less than he would normally, perhaps because of all the chocolate now lying in their room. And as usual, the Weasley family broke up into their individual pursuits after dinner; Ron to write a letter to Harry, Ginny to help their mother clean up, Percy to his room to do more work for the “esteemed” Mr. Crouch.

            Fred and George trudged up towards their room. Some nights they would and invent more for the Wizarding Wheezes, and some nights they just relaxed. George had a sneaking suspicion that they’d be working tonight. HE wondered if it had something to do with all the chocolate littering their room.

            He entered the room and heard Fred shut the door behind him, and sighed. “So tell me more about this idea of yours,” George said, turning to see Fred pop another piece of chocolate into his mouth. Fred reached out, and to George’s utter surprise, pulled him in for a hot, hard, chocolately, French kiss.

            George tasted the chocolate, the caramel, and Fred’s tongue stroking his own. Despite his surprise at his twin’s actions, George felt himself responding. He felt like his blood was burning and he kissed Fred back, ferociously attacking his twin with lips, tongue, teeth, and hands as he succumbed to the chocolate taste of his Fred’s lips. George pushed Fred towards the bed, and slid one hand under Fred’s robes, feeling muscles built from Quidditch playing. He felt Fred mimic his movements, and sensed any actions he might take from therein would be with Fred’s consent.

            George let his lips trail down Fred’s neck, and hovered around the collar of his robe. Fred’s breath was coming in gasps, and his hands tightened reflexively on the back of George’s robe before dropping down to cup George’s bottom.

            George pulled back out of the embrace to pull off his robes; they seemed unusually hot and restrictive. With that done, George returned to the chocolate kisses of Fred’s mouth, let his hands roam over Fred’s chest, teasing the nipples and tickling the muscles. He dimly felt Fred reciprocate his actions, and some instinct, the fire in his blood, urged him to take things a step further.

            George pulled Fred up, and removed his twin’s robe. He wasn’t quite sure how the mechanics of this type of sex worked, so he and Fred would just have to make do with a bit of exploration and some mutual masturbation. Now that both twins were naked, George pulled back and surveyed his twin’s body.

            “See something you like?” Fred asked cheekily, before pulling George back down for another chocolately kiss. George maneuvered himself so that he was lying next to Fred, with his right arm and leg draped over his twin. HE let his fingers trail down over Fred’s stomach to the cluster of red hair gathered at his thigh and finally to Fred’s erection. George felt Fred gasp under his lips as he increased pressure and slowly began to stroke Fred’s penis. George continued to kiss his way down Fred’s neck to his nipples. Fred’s breathing was labored, and George smiled as he sucked first on Fred’s right nipple, and then his left. He increased the speed of his hand, and Fred began to move his hips and thrust in time with George’s hand.

            Finally, Fred moaned and climaxed, George kissed his twin’s neck as he waited for the tremors to stop rippling through Fred’s body. As he watched his twin in the aftermath of orgasm, George became distinctly aware of his own erection that was throbbing against Fred’s thigh.

            Fred turned on his side so that he was facing George and smiled mischievously. “I told you that carnal chocolate was a good idea,” he whispered as Fred reached out to return the favor.

            “I guess you proved you point,” George replied before Fred shut him up with a kiss.