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Bulgarian Dreams	By : GatorBoy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6862 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Bulgarian Dreams

Rated: NC-17

Pairings: Viktor Krum

Author�s Notes: While you�re
reading this, imagine that it is the Viktor from the movie Harry Potter and the
Goblet of Fire�they describe in the book one way while he�s MUCH hotter in the
movie�so, go with that!

Warnings: MASTURBATION!!!

Viktor was
extremely tired. He had just spent the entire day working out as per
Karkaroff�s orders. His headmaster seemingly had his best interests at heart,
but Viktor knew better. He knew that he only cared about the Champion from
Dumstrang, whomever it may be, beating out all of the other Champions in the
Triwizard Tournament, no matter what the cost.

Still,
he did find the Tournament itself and the other Champions to be quite
enjoyable. Putting his skills against those of the famous Harry Potter, in
particular, was extremely interesting, to say the least. But, out of all of the
Champions, he must say that he found Cedric Diggory to be the most attractive.
The handsome Hogwarts student had caught his eye from the moment he saw him.
Viktor knew Cedric would not return his interest, but it did not matter. He had
led a solitary life thus far, and did not much care how long it lasted.

After
the long, hard workout, and the many hours of practice casting jinx, after
curse, after counter-curse, he needed a soothing bath to relax his muscles.
After boarding the Dumstrang ship, which sat near the shore of the lake on the
grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he headed straight for
his private quarters and to his private bath. He let the tap pour hot water
into the tub and began to strip off his sweat soaked clothes; as he pulled his
shirt over his head, he could smell the musky scent coming off of it, and he
inhaled deeply.

The
tub was finally full of steaming, hot water and, after he put his clothes into
the hamper, he slipped his aching body into the soothing heat. He sighed a
contented sigh of relief and closed his eyes, basking in the feeling from the
bath. Breathing in the steam from the bath, he let his mind wander. His first
thoughts were of the Second Task, which was quickly approaching. He had figured
out the secret of the Golden Egg a long time ago, but he still was a little
apprehensive about what it all might mean. What exactly were they going to take
from him? His best guess that the people that the Egg referred to were
mer-people who lived in the lake itself, but he could not be absolutely sure.

Thinking
of the Tournament got him to thinking about how the other Champions may be
fairing. Fleur Delacour had, undoubtedly, already figured out the clue in the
Egg without any doubt as to the certainty of her guess; he must credit her as a
very intelligent, although somewhat flighty and haughty, individual. Harry
Potter had also most assuredly figured out what the Egg was all about. Beating
Harry Potter would prove difficult because, though Harry was much younger than
himself, he knew that the boy was a very powerful wizard, no matter what Karkaroff
might believe; to be able to survive the Killing Curse and thwart the Dark
Lord, at any age, was a marvelous feat. Viktor would not underestimate the
youngest of the Champions.

And
then there was Cedric Diggory. Viktor could not quite figure the man out. In
some ways he seemed to be pretty level headed and on top of things, but on the
other hand, he seemed to be a bit full of himself and riding on the waves of
popularity that came with being a Triwizard Champion. However, the thoughts of
the handsome Hufflepuff had brought a familiar stirring into Viktor�s loins.
When he glanced down, he could see his cock growing, thickening with desire.

It
had, after all, been a long day, and he had worked very hard, so he decided
that it might not be too bad to enjoy himself a bit more than usual in the bath
that night. He ran one of his hands across his strong, pectoral muscles, while
the other hand traveled down the dark treasure trail of curls leading from his
chiseled stomach to his groin. By this time, his cock had grown so large that
part of it was sticking up out of the water. A rush of cold air went past and
he gasped as he felt it on the pale, thick skin of his manhood.

Looking
down at himself, he could see that he had finally grown to his full size, a glorious
nine inches of Bulgarian meat, glistening in the steam from the bath, with the
foreskin pulling back showing the curves of the slightly red, mushroom shaped
head. He leaned his head back as he brought his hand to his cock and gripped it
tightly, squeezing it hard and reveling in the sensation that spread out from
his groin to the rest of his body.

His
other hand, which he had been using to roam his tight muscles, he guided down
past his cock and under his low-hanging balls, to lightly fondle and run
circles around the entrance to his inner depths. Slowly, he started pumping his
manhood, his hand moving up and down his cock, letting the foreskin slide all
the way back over the head, and then swiftly pulling it back down again, loving
the feeling of the pressure on the end of his dick, almost as if it were
enclosed in a warm, tight mouth; he imagined that this was Cedric Diggory�s
mouth, and the nearly sent him over the edge right then and there.

Viktor
brought his hand away from his entrance and grabbed the soap. He thought it was
a bit crude, but he decided it would have to do. He lathered up his fingers,
all the while continuing to stroke himself. Bracing his legs on top of the
sides of the tub, he lifted his body until he was stilling with his ass in the
air, his cheeks spread, and his hole exposed to the somewhat chilly air. He
shivered slightly, and then gasped as he pushed a finger inside himself,
letting himself relax around it. He moaned slightly as his hand pumped
furiously up and down his long shaft, pausing to play with the foreskin at the
end a bit.

When he felt
ready, he began moving the finger in and out, twisting it around, caressing the
velvety flesh inside of him. Soon, he added another finger along with the
first, and began more complicated movements such as scissoring motions. He bit
his lip to keep from screaming out with pleasure. His thoughts strayed to a
mental image of Cedric doing this to him, his fingers feeling around inside him
until they brushed against that place deep down inside of him. His fingers
really did do this, and at the slightest touch, he really did scream.

His
hand was now flying up and down his engorged cock, his fingers, three in number
now, pushing in and out of him at a pace matching the one on his dick. He was
thrusting his hips now, forward so that his throbbing cock slid against his
hand creating exquisite friction, and then backward so that he was impaled on
his own fingers. Anyone who could see him like this would have been amazed at
the beauty they saw; he was all muscle, sweat pouring off of him into the
water, little moans and gasps escaping his soft, kissable lips.

Viktor
Krum was in ecstasy, riding his fingers like they were Cedric�s own cock,
fucking him until he could not even see straight. Over and over again, his
fingers pounded into him, hitting his prostate each and every time. Little
grunts came from him now, from somewhere deep down in his throat. Slowly, they
grew and grew until it sounded like and animal growling. Both of his hands came
to a stop; the one with his fingers inside of him kept them buried as far as
they could go, the other gripping his cock like a vice while milky white spunk
shot from the tip, splattering all over his white skin. The muscles in his
neck, arms, chest, stomach, and legs all went tight while he clenched his teeth
together, basking in the moment of release.

Afterwards,
he slowly eased himself back into the water, quickly washing off and draining
the tub. He would have stayed in it longer, but the water had already gone cold
during his activities, and he was not interested in it enough to have to refill
it all over again. He grabbed a towel and dried off, gasping slightly at the
way the coarse cloth felt as it brushed against his still sensitive cock.

Making
sure he was completely dry, he climbed into bed, completely naked, as was his
habit, and drifted quickly to sleep. The long, hard workout his tired muscles
had endured, from both the exercises earlier that day, and the pleasant session
he had just had in the bath, helped him to quickly relax and sink into the
softness of the sheets. As he lay there, his body only slightly covered by the
thin material of a top sheet, and the moonlight that played through his window,
he dreamed of Cedric Diggory, and the outline of another hard muscle could be
seen in the bedclothes.
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