Percy sighed as he collected his papers from off his desk. It had been another long week at work (a new case of flimsy brooms from Mexico had just arrived and was under investigation) and all he could think of was a nice long bath while reading a favorite book. He cringed as he lifted his heavy work load and apperated home.
When he arrived at the Burrow he was instantly met with the angry bellows of his mother.
"-NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING! NEVER HAD ANY TROUBLE WITH BILL, OR CHARLIE, OR PERCY!" Percy cringed when he heard his name. "THEY ALWAYS STUDIED FOR THEIR TESTS! I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH SORRY SCORES! AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS YOU WANT TO OPEN A JOKE SHOP?! I WON'T HEAR OF IT!!!!"
He set his papers down on the coffee table in the living room. From the sound of things, Fred and George's OWLS hadn't come back as well as his mother had hoped. Percy slowly made his way into the kitchen to find a fuming Molly Weasley and her two flaming haired twin sons. Mrs. Weasley was rushing around the kitchen in a cooking frenzy (even though it was 8:00 at night) which was normal after these arguments. It seemed that cooking soothed her. The twins sat looking distraught at the kitchen table.
"Oh, Percy dear, you're home." Mrs. Weasley said noticing her third oldest son. "How was work?"
Percy heaved himself onto a chair resting his arms on the table. "Horrid." He grumbled.
"What, Percy? Some Italian wizards sending you guys faulty cauldrons?" George said sarcastically.
"Or maybe some veela giving your people trouble. Can't concentrate because of all of those scented letters they keep sending?" Fred joined in.
Percy glared at them. "Look, just because your in a bad mood because you didn't do good on your OWLS..." he didn't have time to finish. George jumped up and stormed out of the room. Fred was at his heels. Percy and Mrs. Weasley stared wide-eyed after them.

"George! Wait!" Fred caught up to his brother in the hall outside of their room.
"What's up? Did I just see Percy get to us?"
George winced and nodded. "Scary, but I think so."
"What's wrong?" Fred cupped his hands around his brother's face making him look him in the eyes.
"Oh, I don't know...just stressed I guess." George mumbled climbing into his twin's arms.
"Yeah, I know. I can't believe mum took away all our prototypes. All our hard work..." Fred sighed inhaling his brother's sent. George let his hand snake down his brother's front, teasing and rubbing.
"How about you reliving some of my stress?" George whispered into his brother's ear. In a flash they were inside their room, lights dimmed.

Percy slipped into the warm, soothing water of his bath. His flaming red hair was matted to his forehead, and his freckled skin sticky with perspiration. He groaned and raised his hand to his head. His headache was getting worse. He was worried about the twins and that was giving him a headache. He was too proud to do anything about it and that was making it worse. Growling with frustration Percy lifted himself from the warm water and wrapped a towel around himself. Quickly drying and slipping on his robes he headed for the twin's room.

"Fred! Yes! More, oh god!" George whimpered in ecstasy as his brother's hands wandered over his body quickly followed by his tongue. They were so caught up in each other that they didn't hear the door slide open.
"Fred, George, I..." Percy's breath caught in his voice at the sight that met his eyes. The twins were sprawled on Fred's bed, naked, hard, and wrapped in each other's arms. He shut the door behind him with a snap.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Percy yelled in a panicky voice. The twins jumped apart at this.
"P-Percy!" George stammered.
"What are you doing here?" Fred said in a slightly shaken voice.
"I came to apologize to you for earlier. May I ask what you think your doing?" Percy snapped. He was blushing brilliantly.
"What's to explain?" George said moving behind his twin circling his arms around his mirror image's waist. "I think you have a pretty good idea of what we were doing."
Percy felt his knees go weak at the sight of his brothers in such a close inviting position. NO! Stop! He scolded himself. They're your younger brothers...
George's tongue snaked out to lick sweat from his twins neck and Percy gave a soft hiss.
Fred noticed and grinned.
"What's wrong Perc? Need something?" The twins rose from the bed showing their bodies to their trembling brother. They circled him, dragging him over to the bed.
"Your not telling anyone 'bout this, Percy, love." Fred whispered as he shoved his older brother onto the soft sheets.
"We'll make sure of that." George said stripping him of his robes. Percy tried to struggle for a moment, but the twins quickly overpowered him. George straddled Percy's hips, brushing their erections together sending jolts of pleasure through the moaning boy beneath him.
"Fred, George! Stop!" Percy breathed as Fred kissed down his stomach lightly tracing over his cock. George pushed his lips against Percy's.
"Why, love?" he asked pulling away. "It feels too good to stop."
Percy moaned as George traced his nipples with his agile tongue making then stiff.
The oldest of the three red haired children couldn't help but arch his back as he felt Fred take his length into his mouth. George traced his tongue down his older brother's body to join his twin with his exploration.
"Uh! Fred! George! God, yes! More, please!" Percy's pleas filled the air as the twin's hands and tongues fought over his aching cock. Too soon an orgasm engulfed him and he came hard into the two hungry mouths. Fred and George followed soon after and they all lay tangled together breathing in the rich smell of sex. Finally Percy planted kisses on top of each of his younger brother's heads.
"I love you both."
"We know." Fred grinned as they all fell asleep in the crowded little bed.