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The Game of Love	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2228 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter
2: A Thousand Words

Seamus had never thought much about how he dressed, but
he nearly missed his portkey because he changed his shirt so many
times. Even now, standing just inside the mouth of a sprawling
valley, Seamus wondered if maybe he should have worn the blue shirt
instead of the green one, or the light jeans instead of the dark
ones. And then he saw Krum and all thought left his head.

Viktor's hands were stuffed into his pockets, his
shoulders tight. He was wearing this dark brown v-neck sweater that
just barely revealed the jut of his collarbone at the throat. Seamus
found himself drawn to that point for a moment as Viktor walked over
to him.

"Hello."

"Uh, hi," Seamus answered awkwardly. His
stomach flopped nervously. He didn't know if it was just his
paranoia, or if people were staring and pointing. He chose to believe
it was just his imagination because Viktor didn't pay them any mind.
He just wore this little smile--more in his eyes than on his lips--as
they walked towards the Pitch.

"So, uh, you said you knew someone on the Norwegian
team?" Seamus asked for sake of something to say.

"One of the beaters," Viktor answered with a
nod. "Barek Eng. I do not know him very well, but we haff met.
I asked my Uncle Yosif to contact him about the tickets. He is soon
to marry Barek's sister, Eyja. I think he vants to stay on good
terms vith us until the vedding. He sent very good seats. Ve vill
be in the top box."

Seamus's eyes widened. "Seriously?!" he asked,
hand coming to rest on Viktor's forearm without thinking.

Viktor smiled more brightly at Seamus's eagerness.
"Yes, seriously," Viktor said, placing his hand on Seamus's
spine to direct him up the stairs. Seamus had a feeling that was
just an excuse to touch, but he wasn't about to call Viktor on it. He
wanted the contact just as much as Viktor did, probably more. Between
Viktor and Quidditch, Seamus could barely contain his excitement. He
knew Viktor would be rooting for Norway, while he rooted for Ireland,
but that seemed like the most trivial thing in the universe at the
moment.

Viktor was right next to him, and would occasionally
brush against him accidentally. Between that and both teams playing
one of the most intense games he'd ever seen, Seamus felt as if his
skin was humming. And then, Lynch grabbed the snitch. They'd go on
to the Cup! They'd definitely beat Spain and go on to take the Cup
again!

In his excitement, Seamus grabbed Viktor's face and
pulled him into an intense kiss right there in the stands. Viktor
was shocked, but offered no complaints, hands coming to rest on
Seamus's hips. Electricity shot down Seamus's spine and he
temporarily forgot that it was excitement that had caused him to kiss
Viktor out of nowhere. He melted into it as the world around them
fell away. He curled his arms around Viktor's shoulders and opened
his mouth to the older man's tongue. His pulse raced with adrenaline
and desire.

When they pulled apart he turned quite red as the
laughter and applause around them brought him back to reality. But
Viktor just smiled at him and his embarrassment became a dull hum in
the back of his mind as the older man pulled him along into the
crowd, keeping an arm around his waist so as not to lose him.
Everyone was so animated about the game, very few of them seemed to
notice there was a professional Quidditch player among them. After
all, what would a Bulgarian Seeker be doing watching a Quidditch game
like Joe Normal?

It was this line of thinking that allowed him to curl
his arm around Viktor's waist and pull in closer. Norwegian nights,
it seemed, were colder than he thought they'd be. Viktor's body, on
the other hand, was quite warm, and the older man didn't seem
affected by the chill air. Seamus's pulse continued to race.

"You enjoyed the game?" Viktor asked just for
sake of having something to say when they finally managed to turn a
corner that broke them free of most of the crowd.

"It was awesome," Seamus answered. "Thanks
for taking me." His mind rolled straight into the gutter when
he said 'taking me' and he couldn't help but amend, "to the
game, I mean."

Viktor's lips pulled back into a goofy sort of smirk.
"I know vhat you meant," he answered, but pulled Seamus to
the side of the road anyway and tilted his chin up to steal another
kiss. Seamus didn't protest at all. This was just turning out to be
this absolutely perfect night. He was wound up with adrenaline from
the excitement of the match, and then here was Viktor's firmly
muscled body pressing against him, his soft lips, and his hot tongue
begging for entry that Seamus found no reason to deny in spite of the
fact that a bunch of strangers were walking by, probably tossing
glances their way.

Viktor pulled back eventually, but with what seemed like
extreme effort, and laced their fingers together. "Come,"
he told Seamus. "The hotel is this vay. It is not much
further."

Right. Hotel. They would be sharing a hotel room.
Seamus entertained this brief fantasy of having to share a bed with
Viktor, but there was no way that would happen. Viktor was way too
much of a gentleman, but a guy could dream, right?

Soon he found they were approaching a small, unobtrusive
little place. It was more of a bed and breakfast than a hotel,
really. Viktor took the key from the man at the front desk, and they
had to make their way up two flights of stairs before they found
their room. Viktor paused at the lock, looked down at Seamus as if
trying to read his mind, but all Seamus's mind was saying about now
was 'kiss me you sexy, sexy man'.

"This vas a big game," Viktor said.

"Yeah," Seamus answered as if Viktor had said
something much more romantic.

"...hotels were booked very far in advance,"
Viktor continued.

"Yeah," Seamus answered again, sure he should
be listening more closely than he was, but how could he when Viktor
was giving him such an intense look in the dimly lit hallway?
Hotels. Viktor had said something about hotels. "This place is
nice. Quaint, you know?"

Viktor didn't know how he was supposed to control
himself when Seamus was looking at him like that. He wanted the
younger man so badly he could practically taste it. "I
thought...somevhere quiet, vhere I vould not be recognized would be
best."

Seamus finally seemed to register the conversation they
were having. Viktor was trying to tell him something before they got
into the room. He was shifting a bit awkwardly, but his gaze was
so...intense. His heart tried to thunder out of his chest. "Are
you trying to tell me there's only one bed?" he asked. 'Oh
please, please let there be only one bed. Please!'

Viktor nodded. "It is...qveen size."

'One queen-sized bed for the two of us...'
Seamus thought, '...there is a god.'
He pulled Viktor's face down to his again and planted an eager kiss
on him. "Didn't by any chance forget your pajamas, did you?"
he asked with a little smirk.

Viktor colored at what Seamus was implying. "Do
you vant me to haff?" he asked, his voice taking on a somewhat
more husky quality as he pulled Seamus tightly against him. Their
tongues danced again. When they pulled back Seamus answered,
"Merlin, yes," breathlessly.

Viktor pulled away, but only to fumble with the key. He
dropped it twice before he managed to unlock the door. Seamus was
quick to lock it behind them. He didn't want to come off as some
sort of slut. He wasn't. The furthest he'd ever gotten with anyone
was the blow job Viktor had given him on All Hallows Eve, but he
didn't feel even the slightest bit afraid when Viktor turned and
looked on him with deep, ravenous eyes. And when the man pulled him
tight against him and claimed his lips in a forceful kiss, one hand
on his spine and the other groping his rear, erection bumping his
hip, all Seamus felt was deep, intense desire. He curled his arms
around Viktor's spine, worked them up under his sweater, moaning at
the feel of the rippling muscles beneath his fingertips, the way
Viktor's heat seemed to pulse against his skin and leak through his
body.

Viktor pulled back, barely able to control his need as
he pulled his sweater off and dropped it to the floor. Seamus forgot
to breathe a moment. He felt much less manly looking at
Viktor's rippling abs and tight pecks. But his desire for the man
took precedence over his own inferiority and he lifted his arms as
the Quidditch player pulled his shirt off as well, dropping it to the
floor to join the other.

He shivered as the cool air hit his bared skin. Viktor
was still looking down hungrily at him, and pulled him to his chest
again. "Seamus," he murmured heatedly before claiming his
mouth again in another heady kiss. When he pulled back, just barely,
he said, "tell me to stop." It wasn't a question, but a
request.

"I don't want you to stop," Seamus answered
without hesitation. He pulled Viktor down into another kiss and
pressed their hips together recklessly. Their tense members bumped
together and both men moaned into the kiss.

Viktor pressed Seamus back towards the bed until the
younger man was sitting there looking up at him with swollen lips.
He whispered the Irishman's name, ran his fingers through his sandy
hair. "You should vant me to stop," he managed to
say, but his words didn't even convince him, so he doubted they would
convince Seamus. That whole plan he had about restraining himself
and going slowly seemed to be turning to mist and dissipating in the
air between them.

"Should I?" Seamus asked, hands coming to
Viktor's fly. He leaned forward and planted a few kisses and nips on
Viktor's abdomen, around his navel. He didn't really know what he
was doing, but it just looked so appetizing he couldn't resist. He
knew he should be more nervous, but his excitement and anticipation
drowned out everything else as he worked open the Bulgarian's fly and
pushed his pants down to pool around the man's ankles. He paused to
look up into Viktor's eyes, see if he was doing okay. The ravenous
look in Viktor's eyes was more than he expected.

Viktor kicked the pants aside to join the rest somewhere
on the floor. Each kiss and nip Seamus bestowed on his bared flesh
served only to sever his control one nerve ending at a time. By the
time Seamus lifted his eyes up, so innocent, yet poised right in
front of his tense manhood, Viktor knew he'd already lost the battle
with his willpower and pressed the younger man back against the
mattress, crushing their lips together and unfastening Seamus's pants
far too easily.

Seamus was startled by the sudden urgency, but not
complaining. He shifted his hips to help Viktor get him out of his
pants, and the Bulgarian shed both Seamus's jeans and boxers away at
once, quickly removing socks and sneakers when he got that far. He
should feel embarrassed, or something--Seamus knew that, but it was
hard to feel embarrassed in front of a gorgeous man who had already
swallowed a mouthful of your seed on a previous occasion--while you
happened to be wearing a dress. It was a memory he'd never get tired
of, but he didn't dwell on it. Viktor's tongue on his nipple brought
his attention back fully to the present. "Aahn. Viktor..."
he rasped.

Viktor moaned around the bud. The salty taste of
Seamus's skin was intoxicating. He spent far too much time suckling
the younger man's right nipple, and when he'd had enough he moved to
waste just as much time on the left, rolling the already hardened
pebble around between his tongue and teeth. Seamus writhed beneath
him, spread his legs to a more accommodating angle, probably
subconsciously. He lost all will to fight his desires when his love
was making such delightful sounds, and continued wordlessly down
Seamus's body until he was nipping lightly at the tip of the familiar
erection nested at the juncture of Seamus's thighs. He took the
shaft into his mouth, glorying in the slight scream it pulled out of
the slender young man, but toyed with it only briefly, having other
plans for how to spend the evening. He lowered himself to his knees
at the side of the bed as he suckled the shaft and pulled Seamus's
knees over his shoulders before letting the member go with a soft
pop. Seamus already looked positively wanton and they'd barely
begun. His boxers felt entirely too tight, but Viktor decided that
they could wait, when faced with such a view. He pulled Seamus's hips
gently forward, sliding his thighs further along his shoulders, and
placed his hand on Seamus's cheeks, pulling them open with his thumbs
to display the pucker there. His pulse was racing. He could hear
Seamus gasp softly, figuring out what he was after--and then the
young man tried to buck, yelping in surprise, when Viktor's tongue
darted out just barely over the intimate area.

Viktor's grip was too strong though, Seamus didn't get
far, and when the tongue touched his anus again he had more control,
though he fisted the mattress. He was highly sensitive. This wasn't
surprising--Viktor had presumed since their encounter on All Hallows
Eve that Seamus was inexperienced. It was the reason he was able to
control himself then and settle for masturbating to the smell of
cleaning solution after sending the boy on his way. Now that
wouldn't be nearly enough. He pressed his tongue more firmly against
the flesh. Seamus sobbed, but relaxed into the sensation this time.
Rather than pulling it back, Viktor swirled his tongue around the
flesh, poked at the pucker with the moist muscle and wiggled it
slightly, but didn't work it inside just yet.

Seamus writhed and whined. It seemed surreal--he was
here in a hotel room in Norway with a Bulgarian licking his arsehole.
He never thought about anyone licking such a thing, let alone that
they'd do it to him--and then you add who was doing it to him,
and he would be certain he was having some incredibly perverse
fantasy if the sensations coursing through his body weren't so much
more intense than anything he could ever experience on his own. He
didn't know how long Viktor licked him like that, but no length of
time could have prepared him for the sensation of that moist, wiggly
muscle working its way inside of him. It didn't hurt or
anything, but he hissed the older man's name, now feeling rather
embarrassed.

"Mmn?" Viktor mumbled against his bum, tongue
working deeper and deeper in. He pulled out a bit, then slid it in
again, opening his mouth wider and letting it slide along previously
untouched innards and hot, twitching muscles. He slowly began to
imitate what another part of his body would do later, pulling the
tongue out so that it was hardly inside of Seamus at all, then
pressing it back in. Out, in, out, in--rinse and repeat. He wiggled
and swirled his tongue, changed the rhythm. It wasn't long before
Seamus seemed to forget the details and focus on the sensations
wracking his body. He whined softly when the tongue pulled back,
moaned deeply when it pressed in, when Viktor moved it a bit faster,
Seamus's body keened, his throat constricted as if it didn't know
whether the whine or moan was more appropriate and so couldn't
produce either.

Viktor pulled back, rested Seamus's legs against the
mattress. When he stood, Seamus noticed his boxers were gone. His
tense member was well-matched to the rest of his large frame, and
there was this instant where Seamus thought there was no way in hell
Viktor would be able to fit such a genetic marvel of manhood up in
the tiny hole of his rear end. It was quickly quashed by thoughts of
how godly Viktor's body was, and how much he wanted to try anyway.
He watched Viktor as the man's gaze roved over his body, aching with
desire. It amazed him that he could possibly encourage that sort of
desire in anyone, let alone someone like Viktor. But then again,
Viktor had always had unique tastes, he reminded himself, before
quashing his trailing thoughts and turning to slide back more
properly on the mattress and rest his head against the pillows. He
shivered a bit--now that they weren't touching, the air felt cool
against his over-heated flesh--and bit his lip as he spread his
thighs again to the older man in invitation.

Viktor swallowed at Seamus's eagerness, and climbed onto
bed beside him, planting kisses along his jaw and throat. He really
would have liked the younger man's soft lips, but he doubted Seamus
would appreciate that much considering where his tongue had just
been. He settled beside the younger man, pulling Seamus gently to
roll on his side, resting the Irishman's thigh over his hip and
pressing their taut members together. Both moaned at the contact.
Viktor was glad now that his friend Ivan had been teasing him about
this date with a small bottle of lubricating potion--which he had
fished out of his pants on the floor while his mouth was occupied
deeply between Seamus's thighs. He'd snatched it and stuffed it into
his pocket when his younger sister entered the room and forgotten
about it there. He'd never imagined he would actually make use of
it. Now he uncapped it behind Seamus's back while the other man was
distracted by the friction of their erections rubbing together. It
distracted Viktor too--he had to make multiple attempts at the cap,
and when he finally got it onto his fingers, he poured too much and
had trouble capping the bottle again before dropping it back on the
mattress. He finally managed it though, by now having left a sizable
mark on Seamus's shoulder between the attentions of his teeth and
tongue.

Seamus bucked in surprise when he felt Victor's fingers
press against his pucker. They were sort of slimy, but he didn't have
the mental capacity now to figure out why and let out a shuddering
breath, flushed tight against the older man as he felt one pressing
at the entrance, wiggling about a bit, and slipping in to the first
knuckle. "A--ah..." he rasped, unable to control the sounds
coming out of his mouth. There was a degree to which this was all
entirely too bizarre to be real--but the foreign-ness of the
sensations wracking his body with each new touch kept him from
believing this was some strange dream. He could never have imagined
what this must feel like. Viktor was murmuring something against his
skin he didn't understand. It took him a moment to realize it was
Bulgarian. And the finger wiggled more, pressed deeper, and soon was
pressed fully into his anus. It went deeper than Viktor's tongue had.
...oh, Viktor's tongue--how he wished the man would kiss him already!
But the digit exploring his innards distracted him from even that
thought easily. It swirled, retracted and plunged--it fucked him, he
realized dimly. It was strange at first, but if he focused on it
there was something exciting and intense about being so intimately
violated, and it didn't hurt. He'd heard it would hurt. But maybe
it wasn't going to hurt yet. Oh, there. Crap. Seamus winced
a bit as the second finger joined the first. He felt them stretching
him out and bit his lip.

"Shh," Viktor murmured. "Breathe,
Seamus. Relax."

Seamus exhaled, and realized that it wasn't really pain
he was feeling, not really anything worse than being pinched and it
eased just as quickly. Okay. Breathe and relax. No problem.
Especially with their groins still pressed together, shifting
occasionally for the most blessed friction. The two fingers stretched
him gently, opened him, plunged and twisted and caused these little
ripples of heat to curl their way up his spine. He moaned without
realizing he was moaning, clung to Victor for dear life as if the
heady sensation would devour him, wrapped his leg more tightly around
Victor's hip. The third though, the third finger stung. It wasn't
anything he couldn't take, and even this pain eased with enough time.
He didn't know how much time had passed between digits, but he
thought quite a while. Viktor was taking his time, being as gentle as
he could, but Seamus knew that Victor's cock was going to spread him
a lot wider and deeper than a few fingers. He wanted it, but now he
was starting to feel nervous.

Not too nervous though. When Viktor nipped at
his ear, slid his fingers out, and told Seamus, "Lay on your
stomach and lift your hips. It vill be less painful," the
Irishman didn't hesitate to shift into the incredibly slutty
position--with his face and torso pressed to the mattress, his knees
spread wide, and his stretched anus sticking up in the air. When he
moved, he noticed the crystal bottle glistening and half full of
golden liquid on the mattress for an instant before Viktor picked it
up. 'Oh,' he thought dully. 'Lubricant.'

Viktor coated his member as well as he could and ran his
fingers around Seamus's pucker, smoothing the last few drops over the
stretched edges. He supposed he'd prepared the younger man as much
as he could. Even that, he knew, wouldn't be enough. He hated the
thought of hurting Seamus, but the thought of causing him pleasure,
and sharing that pleasure with him was far greater at the moment. He
took a deep breath to steady himself, reminded himself that no matter
how good it felt, he absolutely had to wait for the younger man to be
ready once he was inside before moving.

Seamus felt the head of Viktor's cock press against his
entrance, and then the huge shaft breached into him fast, straight to
the hilt. White shocks of pain rippled up his back and seemed to
burst in front of his eyes. He made a sound that he didn't think
sounded anything like him--unsure if it was a scream or a sob. His
erection seemed to lose some of its urgency in face with such an
ache, and his body seemed intent to try to force out the overlarge
intrusion. Breathe, he told himself, just breathe. You heard this,
it always hurts at first. But it wasn't as easy to calm down as it
sounded when such a thing was pressed deep into the core of his body
as if it might sever his very spine. Behind him, he could hear
Viktor saying something. Soothing words, but he could barely focus to
make them out.

Viktor bit his lip. He knew it would hurt Seamus. He
didn't think it would cause as much pain as what seemed to be
wracking over him. Viktor had not been intimate with many men in
spite of opportunities--he believed that sex, naturally, belonged
only with love--and he'd never had sex with a virgin before. Seamus
was unbearably tight, but more than that, the man he loved was in
pain because of him. "Sshh," he murmured, and at first he
thoughtlessly spoke Bulgarian before he realized Seamus wouldn't
understand a word of it and forced his brain to translate to English.
"Shh. Seamus, please relax. I am so sorry. I thought fast
vould be better, end the pain sooner. It vill get better, I promise.
Please relax. I vill not move until you are ready, I svear it."
He planted soft kisses on the back of Seamus's shoulders. The heat
around his member was intense enough to ply at his very sanity, but
he would absolutely not break his promise. He soothed his hands up
and down Seamus's tense thighs.

Now Seamus understood what the man was saying. It
didn't dawn on him this was because Viktor was finally speaking the
right language, and just assumed the pain had eased enough for his
ears to work properly. He let out a shuddering breath that was more
of a half sob. "It's too big," he rasped, fisting the
comforter beneath him. "I'm going to break."

"Sshh," Viktor soothed again. "Just
breathe. It will get better. You will become used to it, just
relax..." Again, something Bulgarian came out of his mouth.

Seamus vaguely registered it sounded the same as what he
was murmuring against his skin before. He took another shaky breath,
managed to deepen it this time, really get some air into his lungs.
The pain of the swift penetration had improved, but it still ached.
He took a few more deep breaths, and shifted his hips experimentally.
It wasn't what the books he'd read had built it up to be. It ached,
and his legs shook, but it wasn't quite painful anymore. He thought
if Viktor started to move, maybe it would stretch him out some more
and make it easier to take.

Viktor moaned softly. He tried to hold it in, but when
Seamus moved, shifted his member inside of his body, it was so good
he felt like the subtle pleasure might blind him.

The moan was the encouragement Seamus needed. "Move,"
he rasped. "It's okay. Move. Just...slowly."

"You are certain?" Viktor asked.

Seamus nodded into the mattress. "I think...I
think it will be better if you move."

Viktor laid a soft kiss to the back of Seamus's shoulder
and gently pulled out--just an inch--then slowly back in. He kept
the thrusts short and languid for now, willing Seamus to grow
accustomed to it and not suffer any further than he already had.
Gradually, the strokes became longer, but just as slow. His body
quivered with the effort to maintain the torturous pace.

Seamus found he was right. Viktor's movements brought
his attention away from the ache in his lower back, and while there
was still pain, the slow pace Viktor chose seemed to massage some of
it away, and at some point he realized the sensation--foreign as it
was--was not entirely bad. It was just sort of weird. He didn't
know what he thought of it right away--but hearing the harsh pants
Viktor was emitting helped--the older man was obviously enjoying it.
And then Viktor shifted the angle slightly and suddenly Seamus felt
his back arch hard and his breath caught in his throat, stars seemed
to explode across his vision and his body convulsed. He heard a
scream, but one of ecstasy, not pain. It took him some moments to
realize it had come from him. "Wh-what...?" he started to
say, but Viktor leaned down and pressed his lips to Seamus's
shoulder.

"Ah, I haff found it at last, hm?" he
murmured, shifting his hips again, and stabbing into Seamus's
prostate once more.

Seamus bucked and moaned loudly. "Oh god..."
he rasped. "V-Viktor..."

"It feels good now, yes?"

Seamus could barely catch his breath. "That...I
mean...wow."

Viktor nibbled the shell of Seamus's ear before stabbing
this point a little more abruptly. Seamus's eyes filled with tears.
Merlin, that was amazing. He felt like he might lose his mind if
Viktor's member stabbed that spot again. Viktor's thrusts--with the
encouragement of Seamus's moans and sobs of pleasure--became more
pronounced. And with the more pronounced thrusts, the pleasure now
racking Seamus's body became more intense. He forgot the pain. As
the pace increased and Viktor's moans grew louder in counterpoint to
his own, Seamus grew to anticipate not just that moment of blinding
pleasure when Viktor stabbed deep into the core of him, but also the
gentle slide out, the firm thrust in--Viktor's large member spreading
and spearing him. Oh, so this was the appeal. He understood now.
The first time did hurt, but he'd take the pain every time if
this is what he would get out of it. He'd masturbated before--plenty
of times--but none of them came even close to what he was feeling
now. Even having Viktor's mouth wrapped around his cock, as amazing
as that was, seemed pale in comparison.

Oh. Speaking of things wrapped about his cock, he could
feel Viktor's warm fingers curling around his member. Between the
calloused fingertips stroking his cock and the thick shaft repeatedly
piercing him in a way that banished all thoughts from his mind, he
managed to vaguely register the building anticipation in his abdomen,
the roiling waves of pleasure that seemed to be coiling from his
extremities into a tight ball in his lower belly, pushing downward, a
heated knot of need, downward past his hip joints, into his balls,
reaching further, as if to coil around Viktor's fingers and keep him
there, but suddenly--with one more firm thrust of Viktor's cock into
his anus, deep and strong--surging past them and shooting out in hot
waves over the comforter. He sobbed in bliss, body shuddering with
release. Dully, he could tell Viktor was still thrusting short and
fast into his prostate, and then one more firm thrust that rocked his
entire body spread tendrils of heat through his innards. Viktor, he
realized, was releasing inside of him. He moaned in pleasure, but
weary pleasure now, coming down off of his own release, glorying in
the feeling of his lover's pleasure spilling into him.

Viktor had intended to pull out. He didn't mean not to,
and he didn't know if it was okay with Seamus if he released inside,
but Seamus suddenly bucked and clamped down on his shaft, and
shuddered with release. Viktor was overtaken. He rocked his hips,
but barely seemed to get them back a fraction before he felt as if he
was being sucked back into Seamus's divine heat. It was so tight
around him. He lost all will to resist it and before he could come
to his senses, a thick release was already coating the inside of
Seamus's arse.

When he came down and pulled out gently, grabbing his
wand to cast a quick cleansing spell on the bedding, Seamus all but
collapsed limply onto it. Viktor carefully moved him to pull the
blankets down and over them, cuddling the younger man against his
chest. He hoped, now that his brain had somewhat returned, that
Seamus wasn't angry with him. He shouldn't have gone so fast. They
were supposed to be starting over, and yet here they were, already
naked and sated in one another's arms. It was their first real date,
and Viktor had already robbed Seamus of his virginity. As they lay
there quietly together, Viktor could already feel the guilt sinking
in. The pressing need for rest was the only thing that managed to
temporarily quash it as he fell into a fitful slumber.

***

For Seamus, morning came too early. It beckoned him with
a sharp, intense pain in his back, and reality suddenly sliding under
the door in the form of the local newspaper. First, the pain. He
got up and padded to the adjoining bathroom to relieve himself and
fumble in the first aid kit for a pain relieving potion of some kind.
Ugh. Walking was going to be cumbersome for a few days. When he came
back out and saw Viktor curling deeper into the blankets, closer to
the spot he'd just occupied with a little moan Seamus felt his chest
swell with warmth in a way that made the ache in the rest of his body
completely irrelevant. It didn't manage to make the cool air against
his bare skin quite as irrelevant though, and he started pulling on
his clothes.

When he reached for his shirt, which had been abandoned
near the door, he saw it. There, on the front cover of the local
newspaper was a huge picture of him snogging Viktor at the game. And
Viktor all...looking surprised. He winced a bit as he picked it up.
He couldn't read the language, but a picture's worth a thousand
words, after all, and this one said very clearly that Seamus Finnigan
wanted a professional Quidditch player--a professional Bulgarian
Quidditch player--to try and swallow his tonsils. A timid laugh
escaped. "mam's gonna kill me..." he muttered shakily.
"...if I'm lucky. Or disowned. She might disown me too...oh
man..."

Viktor began to slowly wake when he no longer felt
Seamus curled against his chest. He could hear him padding to the
bathroom and fumbling about, but it felt far away at first and
gradually grew louder as he began to rouse from slumber. Then there
was talking. What was he saying? Something about his mother. She
wasn't going to be happy about something. He blinked his eyes open
and saw that Seamus was staring in horror at the newspaper.

Seamus tossed it on the nightstand and pulled on his
shirt. He wasn't stupid enough to think the picture would only find
its way to a local, Norwegian paper. He'd be snogging Viktor all the
way back to London, and not in that fun, private way. He raked his
fingers through his hair.

Viktor leaned forward and saw just what had Seamus so
upset. 'Of course,' he thought. 'He is only happy to be
with me as long as no one else knows about it.' It hurt to admit
that. Some naive part of him had thought that after last night they
could be a real couple, but they wanted very different things. He
wanted to take Seamus places and invite him to his home for the
summer, and introduce him to his family as 'my beloved' or something
just as sappy but notably less corny. But what Seamus wanted was
obviously just private cuddling and secret rendezvous. Those were
nice, sure, but they weren't enough. He sat up and placed a gentle
kiss on the back of Seamus's neck when the other man sat down on the
edge of the bed.

Not realizing Viktor had woken, he jumped a bit. Pain
shot up his spine, but the potion helped and he managed to mostly
conceal the wince. He turned, shifting his weight to his hip more
than his bum, and pressed a kiss to Viktor's lips. There wasn't much
point being shy now, he supposed, but the one Viktor returned was
relatively chaste. He chocked it up to Viktor being tired.

"There is a fireplace in the lobby. Ve vill get
you a Floo back home after breakfast," Viktor said.

Seamus had sort of been hoping Viktor might apparate
back with him--give him a proper farewell. Sure, this thing with the
paper was a really shitty way to be outed, but it sort of had to
happen sooner or later.

***

Breakfast was disappointingly quiet. Viktor seemed lost
in thought, but Seamus supposed he couldn't blame him. He just felt
a little disappointed that there wasn't to be much mushiness and
cuddling after his first time. Television really ruins one's view of
how things actually happen, he figured. Of course this sort of thing
would be awkward, especially with everyone whispering and covertly
staring at them. The size of the hotel was mercifully small
though--there were only a few other couples eating breakfast now and
no one approached them. On the one hand, Seamus thought, he wanted
to prolong breakfast, but on the other he wanted to be away from all
these people, so he ended up eating too quickly and then feeling
disappointed about his haste. Viktor finished quickly too, picking
up on the fact that Seamus wanted to leave, but not the fact that the
Irishman's desire to leave had nothing to do with him.

Viktor didn't kiss him when seeing him off. That was
another disappointment. He just subtly gave his hand a little squeeze
and sent him on his way. Approaching Hogwarts once again--with the
pain in his arse sharpening anew now that the initial numbing
sensation of the potion he'd taken was wearing off, Seamus found the
castle didn't feel as homey and welcoming as it once had. There was
one very important item missing: his lover.

By dinner, the whole school had seen the Daily
Prophet. Crowds of Hufflepuff girls giggled as he passed them in
the hall, the Slytherins kept making kissy-faces and snide remarks,
the Ravenclaws kept giving him pointed looks when they saw he was
limping no matter how many times he insisted he'd just tripped on the
stairs at the game. And Dean wasn't talking to him. He was mad that
he had to find out about Seamus's secret boyfriend along with the
rest of the school. That 'best' in front of friend implied he'd have
known a long while ago, so he didn't seem too keen on talking to
Seamus until he cooled off. Unfortunately, this left no one for
Seamus to talk to about what had happened when he really needed at
least one person to lean on.

He couldn't shake the feeling there was something he'd
missed--something he'd done terribly wrong that might ruin
everything. 'I should have asked him when I could see him again,
if I can see him again,' he realized, sulking his way
through the halls that evening after dinner. He was still sore, but
walking seemed to keep him from getting to tense--like stretching out
a sore muscle. And right now everyone was pretty much in their
common rooms getting their Monday homework done at the last minute,
which meant he had some time to himself without all the humor at his
expense. Homework be damned. He'd deal with it later--or beg Dean to
let him copy if Dean was over being mad at him by breakfast. He
needed some time alone to think.

Trouble was, he wasn't alone. He hadn't noticed it at
first. His legs had brought him back towards that supply closet he
and Viktor had used on All Hallows Eve. He heard someone coming and
slunk quickly into it. He wasn't up for Filch right now.

"What do you think you're doing?!" a deep
voice said after a firm little thump.

"Relax, we're totally alone. Everyone is trying to
make heads or tails of that essay for Potions you assigned."

"I do hope yours is legible this time?"

"Well, it might be."

'Wait a damn minute! That sounded like Harry
and...was that Snape?' Seamus's
curiosity got the better of him and he peeked carefully past the
crack in the door. He was right. Harry had Severus Snape lightly
pinned to the wall. He'd pressed his body tightly against the older
man's with his palms on Snape's chest.

"I hope you understand I have no intention of
passing you just because..."

"...just because I've been letting you drill my
arse every night for months?" Harry quipped. "Yes, I'm
rather aware of that." He rubbed his body seductively against
the older man.

Seamus had to clap his hands over his mouth to stop
himself from proclaiming his shock. Harry and Snape? Were they
really...he must have heard wrong. He kept watching.

Snape bit his lip as Harry's right hand snaked down
between them. Seamus couldn't exactly see from this angle. Harry's
hip blocked his view, but he had a feeling he knew where that hand
was. But it couldn't be, right? They were in the middle of the
hallway!

"Relax," Harry murmured, leaning up to nibble
at Snape's lips. "Everyone is studying for exams, and Filch has
the flu. He's been ordered not to get out of bed until further
notice. We're completely alone."

"We are in the middle of the hallway," Snape
protested, but his voice sounded raspier, like his resolve was
weakening, and when Harry used his left hand to pull the professor
down into a deep kiss it seemed to break. Seamus could see their
tongues tangling rigorously.

Harry shifted his
weight a bit, revealing that he wasn't just toying with Snape in the
middle of the hall, but he'd actually unfastened the man's fly and
was now pulling his engorged manhood out of it. Seamus's throat went
dry. He shouldn't be watching this, but it was impossible to turn
away. Harry stroked the man's member a few times as they continued
to kiss until the tension melted from Snape's shoulders, and then
Harry moved down to his knees and kissed Snape's blushing tip,
sliding his tongue out to swirl languidly around the head.

Snape was watching his young lover with hooded eyes.
Seamus had never really thought of either of them as particularly
sexy, really, least of all Snape, but he had to admit watching Harry
swallowing Snape in the hallway like some kind of porn star was sexy
as hell. He had to reach down and adjust himself.

Harry palmed Snape's balls, took the shaft deep in his
throat and moaned softly as if he was the one being pleasured.
Snape laced his fingers in Harry's hair, and where he'd earlier
protested the attention in such a public place, now he dropped his
head back against the wall, chest heaving, and used his fingers to
urge Harry to continue his ministrations.

Seamus watched as they went at it like this for some
minutes before Snape's body tensed and his mouth opened into an 'o'
shape. He could see Harry's adam's apple bobbing as he drank down
Snape's release.

Harry pulled back after a bit and tucked Snape's spent
member away, fixed his trousers while exchanging a deep kiss with the
potions professor. "Mmn."

"That was highly inappropriate!" Snape hissed.

"Yeah, and you loved it just as much as I did,"
Harry quipped.

"That is hardly the point," Snape replied.

"Yes, alright, fine," Harry sighed. "I've
been a very bad boy, I think you'd better bend me over your desk and
punish me." He smirked and trailed a finger playfully along
Snape's jaw. "All. Night. Long."

"Harry!" Snape hissed a bit.

"What?" Harry asked. "I've got no exams
until Wednesday, no Quidditch until Thursday, and I did my homework
Friday night."

"Friday night? But Friday night was..."

"Okay, Saturday morning. It was like 2 am. You were
asleep."

They started walking while they chatted. Harry led the
conversation, mostly, and wrapped his arms around one of the older
man's. Snape looked uncharacteristically content. Seamus managed to
come to his senses quickly and close the door quietly before they
realized they'd had an unintentional voyeur. Merlin, he was hard.
He unfastened his fly and tried to make quick work of himself. First
he thought of what he'd just witnessed, but the image shifted to
Viktor sucking him off in this very closet quickly overtook it.

It was a quarter of an
hour before he pulled his pants back up, mind struggling over the
fact that Harry was actually
shagging Professor Snape. Once he came to terms with it though, it
seemed to make perfect sense. Did he and Viktor make perfect sense
in the same way? He hoped so. He hoped so because...he really loved
Viktor. "I love him," he whispered. There, he'd said it.
It was oddly empowering. It forced the world to make sense again. He
could endure the ridicule, and whatever his mam threw at him, because
he was in love. And he could say it out loud. And so what if people
knew about it? He hadn't done anything wrong. He'd just fallen in
love with this really charming, sweet, handsome man who, just by
chance, was a Bulgarian Quidditch Player. It was okay for Viktor to
be that, he realized. It was what
Viktor was, not who
Viktor was, and Seamus was far more interested in the latter.
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