Twinsensibility Part Eleven

[dysonrules]

WOOT!  Cranked this out on the train!  Happy Twinsday!!

Lysander was in a snit.  He had been searching the entire damned school for Lorcan for nigh unto forty-seven minutes, only to find him down at the lake, of all places, seated in a leather easy chair and surrounded by a gaggle of squealing students.

Even more bizarre was the fact that his brother was blowing bubbles.  Lysander paused a goodly distance away and watched with a curious mixture of annoyance and amusement as Lorcan dipped a metal wand into the colourful bottle marked with the easily-recognizable Weasley logo.

He raised the dripping metal to his lips and blew gently, turning Lysander’s grin into a wicked smirk with the movement.  Lorcan was very good at blowing, he knew from experience.  He felt a rush of warmth at the memory of Lorcan sucking him off, an even he attended to regularly and with gusto.

The stream of bubbles sailed out over the lake and began to grow and change, forming parts that normal bubbles could never manage.  When they were done morphing, a fine herd of bubbly-bunnies floated in the air, hopping lazily.

Bunnies, Lysander thought and wondered if Lorcan had been hit with a Confundus Charm.  Several of the girls surrounding Lorcan squealed and bounced and clapped their hands in merriment.

Lorcan dipped the wand again and blew a second bubble.  This one elongated and swelled, developing short feet, a long tail… and a very large mouth.  The bubble-crocodile lunged for the glistening bunnies, rending them with loud pops as they scrambled to escape and the girls screamed.

Lysander grinned, realizing his twin was just fine.

“You’re so mean!” he heard as he renewed his walk forward.  Lorcan ignored whatever girl had spoken, watching intently as the last of the translucent rabbits were destroyed.  Lysander dropped a hand to his shoulder.  Lorcan gazed at him over the tops of his ever-present shades.

“Having fun?” Lysander asked.

“Mmmm,” Lorcan replied noncommittally.

Lysander took the bottle out of his brother’s hand and made a show of dipping the wand in slowly before drawing it out.  Lorcan’s eyes darkened and Lysander kept from smiling with difficulty.  Lorcan was almost too easy, at times.  Still, he had no complaints.  He loved being able to affect his twin with the slightest gesture.

The crocodile had floated out across the lake, thrashing about as though seeking new victims.  With a loud bang, it popped.  Lorcan frowned.

Lysander lifted the glistening wand to his lips, cast a murmured spell, and blew.  The new bubble formed slowly, circular at first, but quickly changing, developing four legs, a long neck, a head… and a horn.

Lorcan snorted.  “A unicorn?”

The girls clapped and squealed again, enchanted, as the gleaming animal arched its neck and shook its horn.  Lysander quickly blew again and a second unicorn joined the first.  The two identical animals circled each other, lowering their horns almost threateningly.

“Are they going to fight?” one of the girls whispered.

Lysander smiled as the first unicorn lowered its head and then spun.  Rather than aim a swift kick at the second animal, it lifted its glittering tail saucily and seemed to peer back at its twin.  The second unicorn swiftly leaped forward and mounted the first, earning screams from the girls and a bark of laughter from Lorcan.

“They’re mating!  Lysander, you are terrible!” a Ravenclaw girl shrieked.  They all watched, some laughing, some making sounds of disgust, until the gleaming animals drifted over the lake and popped in what Lysander thought was a fitting culmination to a bubbly orgasm.

He glanced down at Lorcan, who was watching him silently.

“Give you any ideas?” Lysander asked in a low tone and then turned and headed back toward the castle.

It wouldn’t be long now, he knew.

 

 

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