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Krum\'s Biggest Fan	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4280 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and am not making any money off of it. If I did , there would be SO MUCH more of Bill and Viktor ...and they'd be doing dirty things to each other.

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Krum's
Biggest Fan

August 1994. Quidditch Cup.

“Don't
mind Bill, Harry, he's a diehard,” Fred commented, draping his
arm around Harry's shoulder with an impish grin when Harry asked why
Bill seemed so unusually spacey.

“A
diehard?” Harry asked.

“You
bet,” George laughed. “You're sharing a tent with Krum's
biggest fan. Bill makes Ron look like an amateur.”

Ron was staring intently at a Krum action figure.

“I
bet he'd jizz his pants if Krum shook his hand,” Ginny offered.

“Ginny!”
both the twins declared with affronted amusement as they let Harry
go. Wasn't she way too young to be talking about jizzing anything?

“What?”
she asked innocently. “You think so too. Charlie's been teasing
him about having a crush all day.”

“Where
is Charlie, by the way?” Bill perked up at last, having ignored
the last ten minutes of conversation. There was no point in getting
agitated about it. That's what they wanted. Whether or not he thought
Krum was an amazing seeker – and unbearably sexy – was
absolutely none of their business. It was also none of their business
that he may have bought a Quidditch calendar last year because of a
certain picture of Krum topless. And while he was at it, the fact
that he'd wanked to that picture more times than he could count
really had nothing to do with any of them and he wasn't about to give
them the ammo. They'd get bored when he didn't react and move onto
their next target soon enough.

“Said
something about meeting up with a friend from work,” Ron said,
coming out of his own daze. “Probably getting properly drunk.”

Bill sighed. “Mum'll love that. I'll go look for
him.” He pushed up onto his long legs and stretched a kink out
of his back. “Want to take a look around without being ordered
to babysit anyway.” He gave Ginny a playful wink that said he
was just teasing a bit and ruffled her hair.

“Bill...”
she complained.

He put a hand on each of the twins shoulders. “You
two, try to stay out of trouble, hm?”

“Us?
We're angels,” Fred and George said in sync. “Go on, go
wank in the woods. We won't tell.”

Bill pursed his lips. “I'm going to look for
Charlie,” he said firmly. “Before he gets so drunk he
wanders into the wrong tent at the end of the night.”

“Yu-huh.
Don't worry, Bill. Your secret's safe with us.”

**

Charlie passed the bottle back to his friend, who was
seated at the base of a large oak tree beside him. “What're you
thinking?”

“That
I should not be out here drinking vith you before such an important
game,” Viktor replied. It felt nice though. It was impossible
not to be relaxed around Charlie, and what he needed most was to
relax. Okay, that was a lie – what he needed most was to burn
off some of his nervous energy, but relaxing came in a close second.
He took a large swig from the flask and passed it back.

Charlie drained it and tossed it into the air, vanishing
it with a well-aimed spell.

“Show
off.”

“It'll
be your turn tonight,” Charlie answered. He chuckled suddenly,
remembering the first time he and Viktor had met. It was a pub near
the river, just on the border between Romania and Bulgaria. He'd been
drunk off his arse and flirting with anything that moved, and when he
spotted Krum he said 'whoa!
You're Viktor Krum! My brother's your biggest fan. Wanks to your
picture and everything.'
Somehow, that had led to a comfortable, if unlikely, friendship.

“Do
not remind me,” Viktor answered sullenly. “The Irish team
is very good. My teammates are very riled up. This is not a good
combination.” He was excited too, but more than being excited,
he was nervous. He just had this sense of impending disaster that he
couldn't quite shake.

“Hn,
you know, I should have brought Bill along,” Charlie laughed a
bit. “He could have swooned, I could have sneaked off, and you
could have taken advantage of him, like a proper superstar. A good
shag is just what you need about now, yeah?”

“Charlie!”
Viktor hissed, cheeks flushing.

“What?
You'd like him. He's cute. Not stocky like me. He's more lanky. Tall,
long hair...he's the pretty sort.”

They both paused and listened to something in the woods.
Twigs and leaves snapped underfoot. Viktor tensed and stood.
“Somevone is coming,” he whispered.

“Shh,”
Charlie answered, listening closely to the sound.

**

“Charlie?
Merlin's beard, you sure know how to disappear when you want to...”
Bill sighed. He hadn't really been off to search for Charlie –
that had been a lie. He'd never admit it to the twins, but a wank in
the woods had been exactly what he was after. Once he'd had it
though, he figured it was getting a bit late and he ought to find
Charlie and drag him back before he really did
end up wandering into some stranger's tent and missing the game.
Charlie was never as careful about who he shagged and spent the night
with as Bill would have liked. He worried. He was a big brother;
worrying was his job.

“Speak
of the devil,” Charlie whispered as he recognized his brother's
voice and when Viktor turned to reply, Charlie was gone. He moved
entirely too quickly for someone of his size. Viktor only thought
that when he was irritated with Charlie though. Charlie had this
habit of abandoning him suddenly every time something with a cute
arse walked by. He called it 'being a good friend', but Viktor had
his doubts.

He took a step forward, about to call for him, when the
most gorgeous man turned into the clearing, holding a lit wand aloft.

“Charlie?”
Bill called.

Viktor's heart skipped a beat. 'He's the pretty
sort.' Charlie had said. He'd been down-playing Bill's appeal. He
knew who this had to be instantly and the man was stunning. The wind
rustled his beautiful hair, which glinted like amber beneath the glow
of his wand, and Bill's legs seemed to go on forever. He could easily
imagine running his hands along them. Lips too. Even a brief glimpse
stirred arousal in him. The booze. It must be the booze. Charlie was
always bringing strange booze along that he'd never tried before.

Viktor's throat went dry when those shockingly blue eyes
landed on him.

Bill's lips parted. Oh holy hell! It was Viktor Krum!
Standing alone in the woods. Alone, and gorgeous and staring at him.
Bill felt his throat constrict and his mouth dry. “Oh, sorry,
for a moment I thought you were my brother.” Not that he looked
anything like Charlie aside from the stocky build.

“You
are Charlie's brother,” Viktor said.

Bill blinked, confused. “You know Charlie?”

“He
vas here,” Viktor answered. “But he left.” Whether
it was the booze or the fact that Charlie implied this beautiful man
had a fancy for him that made him daring, Viktor didn't know, but he
just got it in his head that he wanted
this man. He took a step closer. “Ve are alone,” he said
quietly.

The accented voice rolled over Bill in waves. They
rippled down his spine, sent jolts of electricity through his balls,
and made his arse tingle and his knees go numb. He opened his mouth,
intending to be his usual, suave self, but no words passed his lips.
How could they? This was Viktor Krum! He was ridiculously famous and
absolutely gorgeous. And why was he loosening the collar of his shirt
like that?

“It
is hot tonight, yes?” Viktor asked. He certainly felt hot. He
knew it wasn't the weather, though.

“Yeah,
a bit,” Bill answered. “But it is August, after all. How
do you know Charlie?”

“Ve
met in a bar a while ago,” Viktor answered, reaching up for a
strand of long hair that had come loose from Bill's ponytail. “I
cannot imagine vhat the summer must feel like with all this hair,”
he murmured as he caressed the strand between his fingers. Silky.
Absolutely gorgeous. He wanted to bury his hands deep into that
stunning head of hair. “Are you not hot?”

“Melting,”
Bill answered around an exhale. Viktor Krum was touching his hair!
Krum! The man who featured in all of his best fantasies! So close.
Close enough to touch.

“Perhaps
you vould not be so hot if you vere...vearing a bit less clothing?”
Viktor suggested brazenly with a slightly quirked brow, letting go of
the hair to run his hand softly down Bill's slender torso until it
reached the hem of his shirt. This was daring! He didn't normally do
this sort of thing, but...he didn't often encounter such an Adonis in
the forest at night, either.

Bill wasn't stupid. His arse of a brother had probably
been telling Viktor that Bill fancied him. Viktor – probably
badly in need of some stress relief with the big game only hours away
– saw an opportunity in their chance encounter. But Bill also
wasn't stupid enough to pass up the offer. Not everyone got the
chance to see if reality lived up to their fantasies.

“You're
probably right,” he answered, lifting his hand over his head
and biting his lip as Viktor's calloused fingers glided up his ribs
and arms as he slid the shirt away and dropped it aside. His hands
immediately came to the waistband of Bill's pants and worked open the
fly. The pants were gone almost as soon as the shirt hit the ground.
Bill stepped out of them and removed his underwear to join the others
without being asked. The forest floor crumpled beneath his bare feet.
The warm August breeze blew across his already swollen erection as
Viktor stared at him.

“Charlie
said you vere my biggest fan,” Viktor said, quirking a brow at
Bill's beautifully long cock. “I did not realize this is vhat
he vas referring to.”

There was an extended silence before Viktor lifted his
own shirt and dropped it aside. Bill licked his lips as the muscular
torso came into view, almost groaned as the square hands moved to
unfasten Viktor's fly. “Let me,” he said, lowering
himself to his knees in front of Viktor and dipping his tongue into
the man's navel as he unfastened his shorts and slid them from his
muscular body. He caressed the man's strong thighs before cupping the
base of his shaft. Viktor's cock was just like the rest of him –
dark and thick. Bill drank in the intoxicating sight. “There's
a lot to be a fan of,” Bill answered. “More than I
could possibly have imagined.”

He opened his mouth wide and sucked the thick member
deep into his throat before Viktor could reply.

Viktor groaned and laced his fingers into the man's long
hair, pulling the tie out and tossing it aside. It was probably gone
for good on the forest floor. The beautiful hair spilled out wildly
across his hands – silky to the touch, as the hands steadied
his hips and the mouth skillfully attended his need. He let out a
raspy moan and pulled the head away. A blow job was wonderful, but
not what he truly wanted. “Top or bottom?” he asked.

“Whatever
you want me to be,” Bill answered thoughtlessly. He meant it.
He normally topped, but for Viktor Krum? Anything.
Everything.

Viktor lowered them to the forest floor, careful to
avoid roots and stray twigs as best he could. Oh, the way that long
hair fell out against the patch of grass was sublime! He lifted some
of it and laid a kiss to it as he tried to decide what he wanted
more: to take that long cock within him, or to slip his thick rod
deep down between Bill's luxuriously long legs. He decided the latter
was better – he had a game and couldn't afford to make his arse
ache right before he had to sit a broom for hours on end.

Viktor stretched to grab his wand from his shorts. “I
vould like to take my time, but...”

“You
have to be back soon, or you'll be missed, right?” Bill
replied. “It's fine. Go ahead and spell me.” He lifted
his legs to open himself up as much as he could.

Viktor's breath caught in his throat at the sight.
Beautiful. He pressed the wand into Bill and whispered the spell.

Bill groaned as it worked him open and Viktor lifted his
sinfully long legs over his shoulders, laying kisses along the inside
of his shin and ankle. Why was he so perfect? Wasn't the fantasy
supposed to trump the reality? His fantasies didn't even come close,
and until now he thought they were pretty damn good.

His lips parted with a silent cry as Viktor's thick
shaft opened him wide. “Oh bloody hell...” Bill moaned as
Viktor began thrusting, instinctively finding the perfect angle to
drive them both mad. Viktor thrust down. Bill rocked up to meet him.
The pace quickly became fevered and they reached a screaming climax.
If not for the general ruckus of the World Cup beyond the forest,
someone would definitely have heard them.

Viktor collapsed to the ground beside Bill as the older
man lowered his legs. He felt so content – dirt on his back,
leaves and twigs in his hair, spunk all over his belly and Viktor's
release in his arse. What could possibly be better?

“I
apologize,” Viktor said awkwardly. “I did not ask
permission to...release inside.” It was belated, but really,
some guys didn't like that. He shouldn't have gotten carried away.

Bill rolled over onto his side. “Don't be stupid,”
Bill said, laying his hand lightly on Viktor's stomach. “It
feels great.”

He risked leaning down for the one thing they hadn't
shared in their intimacy: a kiss. Viktor tilted his chin up into it
and felt sparks of fire race down his spine. There was an instant
reaction. He rolled to his side to match Bill and deepen the kiss,
sliding his tongue along older man's and wrapping an arm around his
back, fingers coiling in the long hair he'd instantly fallen in love
with. He didn't care about the mess between them – it could
easily be spelled off later.

Bill moaned softly into the kiss. If this kept up, he
was going to be ready for another round in no time – Krum was
incredible at more than just seeking.

A whistle sounded in the distance and Viktor broke the
kiss with a sigh.

“You've
got to go, huh?” Bill said.

“I
vish I didn't,” Viktor answered honestly as he got up and
quickly spelled them clean before rummaging through the pile of
clothing. He tossed Bill his pants, giving him one more sideways
glance as those beautiful legs slid into them. He paused, kneeling
over the half-dressed Weasley once more. “Charlie vas right
about you,” he said.

“Hm?”
Bill asked, finding himself nose to nose with with his favorite star
(and the only one he'd ever really paid particular mind).

“He
said I vould like you. I do. Very much.” He pressed his lips
against Bill's one last time.

Bill pulled him down and deepened the kiss, and Viktor
forgot for a moment that he had somewhere to be until a second
whistle sounded. He pulled away with a slight grunt of protest. “I
vould like to do this again sometime, if ve can arrange it.”

Bill smirked. “So having sex with random men in
the forest really gets you going, huh?” he teased.

“Having
sex vith tall, beautiful, long-haired redheads 'really gets me
going', as you say. The location is not relevant.” He ran his
fingers through Bill's hair and kissed it again. He wanted nothing
more than to stay naked and tangled with Bill all night, but he
didn't think all the people who had come to see the World Cup would
understand.

“Then
I'll have to make sure to stay tall, redheaded, and beautiful, and
hope you don't run into anyone else that fits the description,”
Bill answered with a smirk. “Go on, get going.”

“Ve
vill get together again some time, yes?”

“You
just make sure that next time you can stay the night,” Bill
answered with a bemused smirk. There was a subtle cuteness to this
man that was almost more enchanting than his gorgeous body. He'd
like to get to know both much, much better.

Viktor nodded and hurried for the tree line.

“Hey,
Viktor,” Bill called after him.

“Vhat
is it?” Viktor asked. They would definitely be wondering where
the hell he'd disappeared to by now.

“I'll
be rooting for you. Make sure you catch that snitch, no matter what.”

Viktor grinned and nodded before disappearing from view.

**

“I
wasn't able to find Charlie,” Bill said as he walked back into
the tent.

“He's
been back for a while already,” Ron said. “Hey, wasn't
your hair tied back when you left?”

“Oh.
Yeah, I went to re-tie it and the band snapped.” Or maybe it
was flung off into the forest never to be seen or heard from again.
Maybe.

“So
you decided to, what? Roll around on the ground looking for it?”
George asked sarcastically, grinning and pulling a twig from Bill's
hair that the eldest of the Weasley brothers had overlooked. He held
it up triumphantly and Fred grinned.

“It's
okay, Bill. We won't tell anyone
that you've been off in the woods wanking and thinking about Krum,”
Fred joked.

'Oh, if only you knew...' Bill
thought as he grabbed a twin, one under each arm. “Damn right
you won't,” he mumbled. “If you don't want me to tell
poor, innocent Harry that you've both been undressing him with your
eyes all day.”

Both twins blanched a bit as he released them and
laughed it off a little more than was absolutely necessary.

“Brute,”
Fred joked.

“You've
obviously been spending too much time with Charlie.”

“Everybody
ready?” Arthur asked, poking his head into the tent. “They're
letting everyone into the stadium now.”

“Alright!”
Ron declared and the group shuffled out of the tent.

Charlie hung back, flicking a fresh hair tie at Bill,
who pulled his long hair into a ponytail without further word.

“So?”
Charlie asked.

“...so,
you've been keeping secrets from your favorite brother. I'm
insulted,” Bill answered. “You owe me one.”

Charlie grinned. “Oh, and what do you suggest I do
to repay you, then?”

“Invest
in a sofa-bed,” Bill answered. “I hate sleeping on your
lumpy couch.”

Charlie laughed. “So, you're a Krum fan through
and through then, eh?”

Bill rolled his eyes as they left the tent to join their
family on the trek to the stadium. “Haven't I always been?”
Bill replied.

“And
him?” Charlie asked lowly.

Bill draped an arm playfully around his stocky brother's
shoulders and whispered, “I'm pretty sure he's a fan of mine,
too.”

~The
End~
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