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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Viktor_Krum/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Viktor_Krum
  Additional Tags:
      Bondage, Rimming, Rough_Sex, Barebacking, Ass_to_Mouth, Dub-con_due_to
      Harry_being_Underage
  Series:
      Part 2 of Champion's_Delight
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-07 Words: 1984
****** The Madness of Viktor Krum ******
by jono74656
Summary
     Viktor and Harry's tete-a-tete isn't interrupted by Mister Crouch,
     and Viktor takes advantage of their privacy to to find out if Diggory
     was telling him the truth about Potter.
     Goblet of Fire AU, following on from my story 'What The Mermaid
     Didn't See'.
Notes
     Dipping my toe back into the Harry Potter fandom, with a followup to
     my story 'What The Mermaid Didn't See'.
     If you haven't read that all you need to know is Cedric sexed Harry
     up in the Prefect's Bathroom.
     Goes AU during chapter 28 of Goblet of Fire, Mister Crouch doesn't
     show up to interrupt Harry and Viktor's tete-a-tete, and it goes off
     in an unexpected direction.
      
     Disclaimer: JK owns Harry Potter. I do not.
See the end of the work for more notes
The Madness of Viktor Krum
 
Viktor couldn't believe he had managed to get Potter alone, especially in
somewhere they were unlikely to be interrupted in a hurry. He flicked his wand
to create orbs of light which settled in the branches of the trees around them,
casting a soft white glow over them both, and setting Potter's delicate yet
masculine features into sharp relief.
He adjusted himself as discretely as possible in his robes, and thought back to
overhearing Diggory recounting an encounter in the Prefect's Bathroom to his
flushed and panting girlfriend. He was sure the recap had been for his benefit,
Diggory had known he was there and had spoken too loudly for him not to be
tempting Viktor.
He leaned into Potter's personal space, asking dissembling questions about the
younger teen's relationship with Herm-Own-Ninny, while breathing deep of the
natural musk that Potter exuded; a musk that was going straight to Viktor's
cock, hardening it uncomfortably even in his loose robes. Potter's eyes widened
and darkened as Viktor took an unsubtley large breath right next to his ear,
and narrow hips thrust forward minutely, if Viktor hadn't been watching for a
sign of Potter's interest, he would have missed it.
He reached out and gently groped Potter through his robes, smiling slightly at
the resultant gasp, and the way Potter's hips ground forward much more
noticeably into his grip. His free hand wound into thick dark hair, and he
tilted Potter's head to one side, holding him in place as he leaned in and
kissed him hard, tongue parting Potter's lips forcefully and sweeping into his
mouth, claiming it roughly and swallowing Potter's answering moan of approval
as the boy went limp, submitting to Viktor's ownership of his mouth.
Viktor kissed Potter as dirtily as he could for several long minutes, Potter
gasping and moaning under his grip, grinding forward into Viktor's grip and
down onto his thigh when he pressed it between his coltish legs. He broke the
kiss reluctantly, biting and tugging at Potter's lower lip as he drew away;
Potter chasing him and whining with disappointment until Viktor stopped him
with a finger to his swollen lips.
A complicated motion of Viktor's wand had Potter's clothes wriggling off his
body, flying up and folding themselves neatly over a convenient tree branch,
leaving Potter bare and shivering slightly in the evening air. Viktor drank in
the sight of smooth pale skin over lightly defined musculature with a fine
dusting of dark hair; Potter's cock bobbing full and flush with blood between
his legs, nestled in a small patch of dark hair above full balls.
He cast a cushioning charm on the log they had been stood by and stepped into
Potter's space, turning him towards the log and bending him over it with a firm
hand at the small of his back. Another flick of his wand had tree branches
reaching down to encircle Potter's wrists, roots bursting up through the earth
to grip his ankles and spread his legs wide, the result being Potter held in
place and spread open and shameless for Viktor's appreciative perusal.
He went to his knees behind Potter; tapping his wand to the younger boy's hole
and muttering a cleansing spell, removing all traces of unpleasant dirt from
inside and out, and leaving him smelling deeply appealing. He spread Potter's
firm cheeks and buried his face between them, tongue lapping at the furled hole
as Potter all but screamed with shock and pleasure.
Apparently Diggory hadn't taken the time to introduce Potter to this particular
delight. Amateur.
Viktor pointed his tongue and thrust it at the rim of Potter's tight hole
repeatedly until the muscle yielded slowly to his entreaties, his tongue
fucking into the hot hole and the taste of Potter rolling across his taste
buds. He sealed his lips to the rim and his tongue thrust back and forth
inexorably, fucking Potter's hole to a chorus of moans, gasps and breathy sighs
being rung out of Potter's mouth.
He reached down with one hand and pulled down the front of his robes, allowing
his aching erection to spring free, shuddering for a moment at the feeling of
cool air on his hot, hard flesh and stroking himself, smearing precome down his
length even as his tongue began to cramp up from the constant fucking motion.
Digging into his pocket produced a small vial of slick potion, and he pulled
away from Potter's hole with an obscene squelch, ignoring the boy's moan at the
sudden cessation of stimulation and uncorking the vial, pouring the potion into
the palm of one hand and allowing it to warm on his skin before drawing his
fingers through it, thoroughly coating them.
One finger slipped into Potter's hole to no resistance at all, and he fucked in
and out for a moment, before adding a second. The second met with more
resistance, but slid in alongside the first easily, both scissoring and
splaying as they thrust in and out of Potter's warm and welcoming body. It took
but moments for Potter's pleasure-slack body to adjust to the stretch of two
fingers and begin to thrust back against him with as much force as his
restrained position would allow him. Viktor took this as a signal to add a
third finger, to a moan of approval from Potter as he managed to rub over the
boy's prostate, three fingers deep and spreading slowly to open Potter ready
for Viktor's aching cock.
Viktor leaned around to pant harshly into Potter's ear as his fingers fucked in
and out with slick and impossibly erotic noises, biting at the shell and
sucking the lobe into his mouth, nibbling on it gently as Potter whined,
struggling to get enough leverage to force himself back onto Viktor's fingers.
Judging Potter ready, Viktor drew his fingers from Potter's clinging hole,
dumping the rest of the slick potion over his cock and lining up, thrusting
into Potter and bottoming out, the force of the thrust shoving him forward
against the log. The stimulation of his cock rubbing over the cushioned log was
too much for Potter, and his hole clenched wonderfully around Viktor as he came
with a moan, spending himself over the log and slumping against it, limp in the
grip of the restraining branches and roots.
Viktor took advantage of Potter's lax, post-coital state to pull out and drive
back in hard, hips pistoning as he drove his hard cock in and out of Potter's
sweet ass. His hands gripped hard to Potter's hips, leaving bruises on pale
skin that were bound to last for days. Potter moaned feebly as Viktor climbed
up onto the log, using it for leverage to drive his cock into him harder, balls
slapping onto pale cheeks as Viktor moaned, streams of Bulgarian obscenities
falling from his lips mingling with praise for Potter, praise for his sweet
body which was so good to fuck.
Potter stirred beneath him, Viktor's relentless fucking causing his cock to
begin to harden again, and Viktor reached a hand round beneath him to wrap
around it, stroking it roughly in time with his pounding thrusts, Potter
whimpering at the over-stimulation. Viktor bent his knees until they screamed
to change the angle of his thrusts, thrusting blindly until Potter's broken
moan told him he'd found the boy's prostate, driving against it over and over
now, Potter's cock jumping in his grip with ever brush of the bundle of nerves.
He sank his cock in balls deep and circled his hips, stimulating Potter as much
as he possibly could, and Potter's half-hard cock twitched in his hand as the
boy came again, Viktor fucking the load out of his pliable body and stroking
him through it, smearing the come up the boy's pale chest and tweaking his
nipples even as the tight hole clenched again, velvety soft and contracting
aroud his cock in ways that should probably be illegal.
He dragged his hand through the mess of come at the boy's groin and smeared
over the log and then pressed the fingers to Potter's lips, smirking with
satisfaction when they parted and the boy began to lap the come from his
fingers eagerly. When his hand was cleaned of come he trailed it back down pale
skin, leaving red marks in his wake before digging it back into Potter's hip,
gripping on firmly and beginning to slam back into him again.
Viktor knew he'd been on edge for a while, knew it wouldn't take long; not with
Potter's pliant body open and willing beneath him, hot hole clenching in all
the right ways round his cock. Not with the auditory stimulation of Potter
moaning and whining with over-stimulation, cock valiantly trying to harden
again as Viktor pounded him relentlessly. He dug his fingers into narrow hips
harder than before and began to pound slower but deeper, sinking in balls deep
with every thrust, Potter being forced forward against his restraints every
time, red marks forming at his wrists that drove Viktor wild, seeing the marks
that proved that Potter had offered up his body for Viktor's pleasure.
Pleasure built in him, and heat prickled over his skin as his thrusts got
quicker and shallower, squelching noises filling the air as he fucked into
Potter over and over. He collapsed against Potter, plastering his chest to
Potter's back and biting down on the back of his neck as he buried himself deep
in Potter's ass, cock jumping and throbbing as spurt after spurt of his come
was deposited in Potter's body, filling him up intil it overflowed, leaking out
around Viktor's cock and dripping onto the log and the forest floor.
Their sweaty bodies slumped together until Viktor slowly recovered from his
orgasm, gently easing his cock out of Potter's clenching ass, watching his come
ooze out now that his cock wasn't stopping Potter up.
He walked quickly round in front of Potter and pressed his cock to swollen and
abused lips. Lips which parted immediately and allowed him to bury his cock
into a welcoming mouth; which licked and suckled the remaining come and other
bodily fluids from his flesh until he was clean enough to feel able to tuck
himself back into his robes without staining them.
He stood fully clothed again and looked down at Potter, naked and still bound
over the log, body dripping with sweat, lubricating potion and come. He flicked
his wand, and the branches and roots which had restrained Potter uncurled
slowly, and withdrew, allowing him to flex slowly, wincing as muscles cramped
from being held in the same position for too long.
Potter stood slowly, giving Viktor an appreciative smile as the older teen cast
a warming and relaxing charm on him which soothed his aching muscles, allowing
him to stretch more thoroughly, lithe body silhouetted in the moonlight.
Potter crossed to his clothes and slowly pulled them on, before turning to look
at Viktor, enquiring look in his eyes. Viktor just gave him a faint nod before
heading out of the forest and back towards the lake, and the Durmstrang ship.
Potter following quietly before turning towards the castle.
He flicked his wand one more time, smirking as Potter jumped and cried out from
the effect of the cleansing charm washing over him, stripping his skin of dirt,
sweat and other fluids, and erasing the signs of their little rendezvous. It
wouldn't do for someone to realise their precious golden boy was being
debauched by his fellow champions.
Potter disappeared into the castle, and Viktor clambered on board the ship,
dashing off a quick note and attaching it to a school owl.
He couldn't wait to see Diggory's face at breakfast in the morning when he
realised he wasn't the only one to have had Potter moaning beneath them.
Maybe they could share him some time.
End Notes
     This has literally taken an hour and a half to write. The porn just
     wanted to happen.
     Enjoy!
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