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"No way," Charlie Weasley said, staring at Oliver Wood like the fool had lost his mind. "Find someone else."

"There is no one else," Oliver said, his voice rising in pitch and volume. He was clearly unhappy.

"That's a lie and you know it."

"Okay, there are other Seekers in England, but none as good as you. You should have been on the team the whole time. But you love those dragons too much." Oliver glared then snarled under his breath, "probably wank watching them fuck."

"I thought you were into birds, Wood. Didn't know you liked to think about me naked. How long has that been going on?"

"Fuck you, Weasley. You know I'm not gay."

"I do know that. Just like you know I'm as flaming as my hair. I don't think the rest of the team would be comfortable with me in the locker room."

Oliver rolled his eyes. "We have co-ed locker rooms, you dumb fuck. It's not like the straight men are checking out their female teammates. No one cares who you fuck as long as you score on the pitch. What other lame excuses do you have?"

"How do you even know I can fly anymore? I haven't played in years."

"You're a damned liar. I know you play at the Burrow every week with your siblings; Ginny bragged to the whole team how you beat the Harpies Seeker when you sat in on one of their trainings and they let you play; and you spend most of your days on a broom avoiding dragon fire. Tryouts are on Monday. I better see you there."

Oliver dropped a packet of forms on his table before leaving through his Floo. Charlie thought about the offer as he flipped through the forms. They were the standard Ministry papers for anything dangerous. Ministry isn't responsible if you die and all that rot.

Even though he'd fought Oliver on the idea of trying out as Seeker for the English National Team, Charlie couldn't deny that he had dreamed of playing in the Quidditch World Cup since he was a child. He wouldn't admit it, but he'd been sick with envy watching the Bulgarian vs Ireland game with his family. He would have killed to be playing. And even though he was beyond proud of Ginny for earning a spot on a professional team and loved watching her play, he was always a bit sad he wasn't out there too.

He loved his dragons, but he missed playing Quidditch.

Sure, he played Seeker in their family backyard games, and Harry was a hell of a player, but to have the chance to play at an International level? Charlie would be a fool to pass that up. He might not make the team, but he could try out.

Plus, he'd been starting to feel like he was in a rut. He'd been seeking the right distraction. Maybe this was it.

In all his years at the Reserve, he hardly took days off and had accrued enough holiday time that he could take an entire year off. He glanced at the forms again, Charlie made up his mind.

Viktor Krum tried to clear his mind of all distractions as he stood in the tunnel waiting for the Bulgarian team to be welcomed onto the pitch. He was having a hard time not thinking about how this would be his last World Cup. It would be easier to forget if the press would stop asking him how he felt about it every five fucking seconds.

Why are you leaving the sport?

How do you feel about retiring?

What are you going to do after?

Are you leaving Quidditch to settle down, marry your secret girlfriend, and start a family?

Fucking idiots, the lot of them. He had told them all he was retiring because he was sick of travelling non-stop. Between the national team and playing professionally, he was never home for more than a couple of weeks at a time. Hell, he didn't even own his own place. He was twenty-six and still lived with his parents because he didn't see the point in paying for a place he was never at.

How did he feel?

He felt fucking releived. He was so ready to do nothing but whatever he wanted for the rest of his life. No more five o'clock alarms so he could run ten kilometres, no more watching everything he put into his body, and most of all — no more press.

Viktor knew children read his interviews so he always held back why he was really retiring. He didn't want to disappoint the young boys and girls that followed his career. Because the truth was, Viktor was retiring because he was bored of playing Quidditch. He'd been playing since he was twelve and he was just over it.

So no, he wasn't retiring because he wanted to settle down with the secret girlfriend he didn't have. He had dated a few women, slept with even more, but he wasn't attached to anyone. And, whilst he was sexually attracted to women, he preferred the company of men. As much as he loved the soft skin and wet heat of a woman, he craved the hard planes of a toned stomach, the splash of hot come on his body, and the way it felt when he was fucked senseless.

The sound of the announcer introducing the Greek team pulled him from his thoughts. He could think about all the men he would fuck in retirement later. Now he had to focus on catching the Snitch and advancing Bulgaria to the Quarterfinals.

"Congratulations on catching the Snitch, Viktor," an eager looking reporter said. "Are you looking forward to playing in Egypt next week?"

Viktor bit back his snide comment that he didn't give a fuck where they were palying as long as the hotel had a nice bed. It wasn't like their coach would give them more than a few hours of time off to see the sights between training sessions.

"Yes," he answered instead. "Egypt is very nice."

Another reporter started to ask their question before he'd finished talking. "Are you worried about playing England? They've also advanced and their Seeker, Charlie Weasley, hasn't lost a match yet."

"Neither have ve. That is vhy Bulgaria is still in the Vorld Cup."

The room laughed like he had made a joke and not reminded the asshole that he had made a stupid comment. Of course he'd heard about Charlie Weasley. He studied the game notes of all the teams in the World Cup. He also remembered meeting the dragon tamer turned Seeker during the Triwizard Tournament and seeing him again at weddings over the years for mutual friends. They'd spoken a handful of times, but he didn't know much about him.

"So you're not worried about Weasley? Have you met him yet?"

"I do not worry about the opponents," Viktor answered honestly. "I only focus on catching the Snitch. I am friends with some of Veasley's in-laws so I have met him. But I have not seen him play yet."

"Viktor!"

Viktor turned around to see a gaggle of redheads smiling at him and Hermione Granger rushing forward with her arms outstretched. He grinned and picked her up, spinning her around. Her husbands smiled and Viktor was happy they weren't the jealous types. He and Hermione had been friends for years, and the Weasley twins had nothing to worry about. He didn't see her as anything more than that.

"Hermione! How are you?" he greeted his old friend.

"Wonderful. I didn't know you'd be at the match today. Are you sitting with your team? If not, you can join us."

He looked at the Weasleys surrounding them. He'd met them all a few times and even though he was on an opposing team, they were all smiling at him. Deciding it would be more fun to watch the game with friends, he agreed and followed them towards their suite.

"How have you been, Viktor?" Harry Potter asked as they walked.

"Very vell. Are you enjoying vatching your vife play?"

"It's been great! Ginny is playing really well. And she loves having her big brother on the team."

"I am surprised you did not try out for Seeker. You are very good."

Fred and George, who were walking hand in hand with Hermione, began to laugh, confusing him.

"Oh, fuck off," Harry growled. "I did try out. Charlie beat me in every drill."

"I still can't believe two of our siblings are on the team," Fred said. "And yet they lose every game at the Burrow unless I'm on their team."

"That's because you cheat," Molly called over her shoulder, causing Fred to holler in outrage and the rest of the family to laugh.

Viktor enjoyed his time watching the game with the Weasleys. They were loud, happy, and cheered for every goal Ginny made. He hardly noticed England's best Chaser because he couldn't take his eyes off Charlie Weasley. He had watched hundreds of Seekers over the years and he had never seen anyone fly like Charlie. He looked effortless.

Not to mention sexy as fuck.

His uniform was sweaty and moulded to his body like second skin. He had his long red hair pulled up into a messy knot on the top of his head and Viktor wanted to find out how that beard would feel against his thighs as Charlie sucked his cock. He'd known the second oldest Weasley since he'd talked to him at Bill and Fleur's wedding, but he'd never thought about the man sexually. But he hadn't been able to keep his eyes off him the entire match.

When Charlie caught the Snitch, centimetres from the grass after a terrifying dive from over two hundred feet in the air, Viktor had cheered as loudly as the rest of the suite. He couldn't wait to play England and fight Charlie for the Snitch. For the first time in years, he was looking forward to a Quidditch match.

Charlie put his suit on after he showered. He didn't really like wearing it, but it was a team rule that you had to be in dress robes, or a Muggle suit when you arrived and left games. Something about looking smart that he didn't understand. He'd been following Quidditch since he was a toddler and he had never given a hippogriff's arse what the players wore. But if he had to wear one, he was going with the Muggle suit. Dress robes made him look stupid. They were always ill fitting, even with tailoring.

"You dressed, Char?" Ginny called from the other side of the lockers.

"Yes," he called.

When he'd joined the team, he had been afraid playing on the same team as his baby sister would be awkward, especially since he'd beat her husband for the spot, but he was enjoying it. Ginny was hilarious, and he was so fucking proud of what a great player she was.

She appeared next to him. "Good. You ready to go party with the family? Bill said he's taking us to a friend's place. Rooftop garden and plenty of sexy men for you to check out."

"Maybe one of them will give you a celebratory blow job, Weasley," Oliver added,

Ginny pretended to gag. "Oi! I don't want to think about my brother like that."

"So you can mention sexy men, but I can't say a sex act?"

Charlie and Ginny looked at each other and answered in unison. "Exactly."

It was one thing to know your siblings dated, and logically knew they had sex, but no one wanted to hear which sex acts they were participating in. It was just… wrong.

Oliver rolled his eyes at the two of them and bid them goodbye as he exited the locker room. Charlie looked over his cubicle and made sure he wasn't leaving anything behind before picking up his bag and taking Ginny's from her as well. They said goodbye to the rest of the team and walked out.

There were a few fans standing by the exits and they took the time to sign their programs before seeing Bill. Making their way to their older brother, they stopped a few times to answer questions from the reporters before they finally reached him.

"Everyone is already at my friend's place," Bill told them. "I thought you might like to change into something more casual, Charlie. I can drop Ginny off then come get you at the hotel."

Charlie stopped himself from pulling on the tight collar of his shirt. "Perfect. Room 1250."

He Apperated to the hotel lobby and made his way to his room, quickly pulling his suit off. He made sure to hang it up before pulling on his favourite shorts and a short sleeve shirt. He had debated wearing something that covered more of his tattoos so he wouldn't have to hear comments from his mum, but it was too hot. He was a grown man and his mum would just have to deal with the tattoos.

Bill knocked on his door and they chatted about the game as they walked towards the lobby. He hated Side-Along, but he allowed his brother to take him. He stumbled when they arrived in the deserted living room. There was music and thumping coming from above and he followed Bill towards the end of the hallway and up a short flight of stairs onto the roof.

The sun was just starting to set over Cairo and Charlie took a moment to look over the city. It wasn't as pretty and lush as Romania, but it was beautiful in it's own way. He turned and made his way to his family, allowing them to congratulate him and hug him. After Harry shook his hand, he looked up and saw someone he hadn't expected to see at a party for their friends and family.

"Who brought the enemy to the party?" he teased, nodding towards Viktor Krum.

Charlie had always used humour to distract people when he was scared, nervous or uncomfortable. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, besides horny as fuck, when he looked at Krum, but he hid it behind his teasing.

The Bulgarian Seeker looked… well, fuckable.

There was no other word for it. He was in a skin tight Bulgarian Quidditch shirt and a pair of shorts that hugged his thick muscular thighs. Charlie wanted to see if he could make out the outline of Viktor's cock but decided it wasn't appropriate when his mother was across the garden from them. He should probably stop imagining what it would be like to bend him over the railing and fuck him too.

"Your mother brought me," Viktor answered.

The party went quiet for a half second before everyone started laughing, and Charlie joined them. Merlin, he wanted to kiss that smirk off Viktor's smug face. He tried to stay relaxed as Viktor walked closer to him. Normally he had no problem around good-looking men. He worked in a male dominated profession and he'd never once felt a moment's hesitation or worry about it. But there was something about Viktor that was making him loopy.

Viktor held out his hand and Charlie shook it. "You played very vell today. The Canadian Seeker may have been fooled by your trick plays, but they vill not work against me."

Charlie tried to focus on what Viktor was saying and not the sexy way his words sounded in his accent. "And why is that?"

"Because I invented half of the ones you used, Veasley. I hope you have enjoyed your time on the team though. Because once you face me, you vill no longer be undefeated."

"Not going to happen, Krum. But don't worry, when I win, I'll let you keep the Snitch as a souvenir."

"Okay boys," Ginny said, coming to stand between them and handing Charlie a beer. "We're here to have fun, not trash talk. You two can figure out who has the biggest dick later."

"Ginevra Molly Weasley!" Molly shouted. "You're a lady. Don't talk like that."

"Sorry, mum. But did you hear them? I thought they were going to whip them out and compare sizes."

Molly shook her head. "I swear to Merlin I raised you better than that."

"You did, dear. But I believe our sons may have corrupted her when we weren't looking," Arthur added to much laughter.

The rest of the night was spent talking with family, drinking a little too much, and trying not to follow Viktor around. Charlie didn't relax fully until his eye candy left the party, needing to get to bed early since Bulgaria played the next day. As soon as he was gone, Charlie relaxed and enjoyed spending time with his family. He even agreed to go watch Bulgaria vs Colombia the next day.

Charlie was on the edge of his seat and couldn't take his eyes off Viktor as he flew around the pitch, looking for the Snitch. Colombia was playing flawlessly, but Bulgaria had an amazing Keeper and it was going to come down to the Seekers to win the game. He watched everything Viktor did, trying to find a tell or a weakness. He had no doubt that it would be Bulgaria and England in the finals and there was no way Charlie was going to lose if he could avoid it.

His biggest fear was that he'd be so busy watching Viktor in his Qudditch kit that he would forget to watch for the Snitch.

"If you don't close your mouth, the only thing you'll catch is flies," Bill whispered in his ear. "Unless you're hoping Krum will fill it with something first."

"What?" Charlie snapped, pretending that he had no idea what my older brother was talking about.

"You are watching him closer than you watch a baby dragon, Char."

"I'm just trying to learn his style for when we play them in the finals, that's all."

Bill rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and I just like Fleur for her shoe collection."

Charlie ignored his brother for the rest of the game.

A glint of gold caught his eye and he watched as Krum shot through the sky after it, the Colombian Seeker hot on his tail. Hermione gasped as Viktor caught the flying ball while doing a barrel roll as he avoided a bludger that the Colombian Beater had sent his way.

The crowd cheered wildly as Krum held the Snitch high in the air. It had been a superb catch and Charlie was shocked that Krum was going to retire when he could still fly like that. It was rare that he was impressed with any Quidditch skills, but Krum was something else. And with a Bulgaria win in the Quarter Finals, as long as both teams won their next matches, it would be England and Bulgaria in the Finals.

He couldn't wait to play against him.

Viktor was standing at the mouth of the tunnel and listened as the crowd cheered as the Bulgarian Veelas were introduced. He loved watching people in the crowd get distracted by his team's mascots and could only hope the England team would be just as affected by them. He couldn't help but laugh at the uncomfortable look on Harry Potter's face as his friend was introduced as England's team mascot.

He knew Harry had to be hating it.

Not only because Potter hated being put on display, but Viktor knew the Weasley twins would never let Harry live it down. As his teammate's names were called, he briefly wondered if they had asked Hermione and Ron to join in as mascots. He knew Hermione would have told them all to fuck off, she hated being recognized for her war efforts.

"And…. Krrrrruuuuuummmmmm!"

At the sound of his name, Viktor mounted his broom and took off towards the sky. He let the energy of the crowd fill him as he circled the pitch, waving and showing off for the crowd before making his way to the centre of the pitch for the first Quaffle toss.

"Ready to lose your first World Cup?" Charlie Weasley asked, coming to hover next to him.

"I vill not be losing, Veasley," Viktor said tersely.

It was bad enough that the sight of Charlie in his uniform made him want to fuck him in the middle of the pitch, spectators be damned. But to try and distract him with trash talking? That was a low blow.

Trying to verbally cut your opponents down was part of Quidditch, but Viktor had never taken part of it. He focused fully on finding the Snitch or keeping the other Seeker from finding it. He'd never talked during a game before and he wasn't about to start now.

"You think this game is going to go all night, or what?" Charlie asked Viktor.

They had been playing for two hours already and we're in the centre waiting for the Quaffle to be tossed after Ginny Potter had just scored her tenth goal of the game. Oliver Wood was having the best game of his life and had not let a single Quaffle in. Viktor's own Keeper had been playing wonderfully. Even though she'd let in ten goals, she'd saved some truly remarkable attempts. He looked at the scoreboard to confirm that England had over one hundred shots on goals to Bulgaria's seventy-five.

Viktor sighed. Looked like it would be up to him to win the World Cup by catching the Snitch.

"I will be ending the game soon, Veasley," Viktor replied. "I vill catch the Snitch and you vill be a sad boy who returns to Romania to seek comfort from dragons and ugly women."

Charlie snorted as the referee began to throw the Quaffle into the air. "I prefer sexy men to women," he called, then took off.

Viktor hesitated for a moment then began to look for the Snitch again. Fucking Charlie Weasley. Not only had he been distracting with his comments the entire game, now Viktor couldn't get the image of Charlie and men out of his head. He tried to think back to the few times he'd seen Charlie to remember if he'd known the man was gay, but couldn't remember ever hearing it.

Was the ginger just messing with his head or was he really into men?

Shaking his head, he pushed all thoughts of Charlie out of his head and focused on the game. He could fantasise about the dragon tamer later. He needed to find the Snitch, catch it, then go back to the hotel and wank. Or find someone to hook up with. They were playing in Spain this year, and surely Barcelona had someone that would warm his bed.

"If you need help finding the Snitch, I can ask Percy if you can borrow his glasses. Might not help though."

Viktor growled and flew away, but Charlie was right there, their knees bumping. "Do you ever shut your mouth?"

"Only when someone puts something in it!"

The son of a bitch winked at him then took off for the other side of the pitch. Viktor thought he was feigning, but then he saw it. The gold speck against the green grass below. Cursing, he took off after it.

His stomach dropped out as he plummeted to the ground, only to pull back up at the last second as the Snitch turned skyward. Charlie was there, inches ahead of him and reaching towards the fast ball. He couldn't let someone else catch the Snitch. It had never happened before and he wasn't going to let it happen during his last game.

The Snitch turned again. Flying towards the Bulgarian goalposts. It's change in direction favoured Krum and he pushed his broom to its limit to get to the Snitch first. The crowd was deafening in his ears, but he blocked everything out.

The noise, the green grass coming closer and closer, the sexy man flying next to him.

Everything faded away but the gold ball in front of him. He reached for it and a hand tried to knock his away. He wouldn't let Weasley win. He refused.

His fingers wrapped around the left wing of the Snitch. He tried to raise it in the air, but it was being tugged by Charlie.

What the fuck?

He looked at the Snitch, and Charlie had a hold of the right wing, trying to pull it from Viktor's grasp.

"Oi, let go!" Charlie yelled as they crashed to the ground, rolling. "I had it first."

"Fuck you, Veasley! It is mine," Viktor growled.

"As much fun as fucking you would be, I'm not letting go."

"I didn't say… I caught it."

"Like hell you did."

"Do you vant to fight over it? Because I vill kick your ass."

"Not a chance. Not only do I wrestle dragons, I'm a Weasley and have been trained in hand to hand combat since Bill punched me on my third birthday."

Viktor was done talking. He wrapped his free fist in Charlie's shirt. "Drop it!"

Charlie looked him up and down. "Make me."

It wasn't until he was hit with a Body-Bind hex that Viktor realised he'd been wrestling with Charlie for the Snitch. He was on his back, his legs pinned together by Charlie's powerful thighs, and the Snitch looking a little worse for wear between their two hands.

"Break it up, you two," the referee said, easily pulling the Snitch from their frozen hands. "We'll just check the flesh memory, then we'll see who won."

As soon as the ref took the Snitch to the scorekeepers table to have the catch verified, Viktor and Charlie were released from the hex. Weasley stood up and offered his hand to Viktor who took it begrudgingly. He was pulled away by his happy teammates, but he couldn't help but watch Charlie grinning as he hugged Ginny.

He wanted to keep fighting with the man… maybe without clothing the next time.

Charlie snuck a few glances at Viktor as they waited for the final word from the scorekeeper. He couldn't figure out what was taking so long. There had been a close catch in his Hogwarts days, and getting the flesh memory from the Snitch had only taken McGonagall a few seconds but they'd been talking for at least five minutes already.

"You caught it right, Weasley?" Wood asked for the tenth time. "We need to win this game, Weasley."

"Of course I caught it, Wood. Keep your hair on." Charlie rolled his eyes good naturedly at his friend.

Charlie loved Quidditch, but it was nothing compared to the obsession Oliver had with the game. He was pretty sure their Keeper would drown himself in the showers if they lost this match.

"Here comes the ref!" Ginny yelled and both teams turned to watch.

The referee pointed his wand at his throat before his voice filled the entire stadium. "The catch has been verified!"

The stadium was silent and Charlie was sure he could hear the blades of grass blowing in the light breeze as they waited for the ref to continue.

"For the first time in World Cup history, there was a tie when catching the Snitch. Each team is awarded seventy-five points. England wins!"

The air was still for a half a second before the noise in the stadium exploded and Charlie was attacked by his little sister who was screaming in his ear and had tears dripping down her cheeks.

"We won, Charlie! We won!" Ginny screamed.

A mass of flesh slammed into him as his teammates all hugged. He looked for Oliver and broke into a deep laugh when he saw his friend, and their team captain, had fainted from the shock of winning. He pulled out his wand and woke Oliver up. It took a moment for him to come to before he joined the group hug.

The next hour seemed to pass in a blur of shaking hands, hoisting the World Cup into the air, cheering as Ginny was named game MVP, and more hugs from his family then he'd ever experienced. Then the team was whisked away to a press room where they answered question after question about the game and how they were feeling.

When they were finally released from the press, Charlie made his way to the showers. Ginny offered to wait for him, but he waved her off. His back was tight from being on a broom so long and he wanted a long, hot shower before he went back to celebrate at the house his family had rented. Some of them had wanted to camp outside the stadium, but Ron, Harry, and Hermione had refused, all stating they would never camp again.

Freshly showered and feeling relaxed. Charlie put on his suit and exited the locker room. He had taken two steps when he ran into something hard.

"Ooof! Sorry."

He reached out and caught the person before they fell over only to realise he'd run into Viktor Krum.

"You played very vell," Viktor said. "Congratulations."

"You too, Viktor. I can't believe we both caught it."

"I have never seen that before either. Good thing your baby sister was playing so England could vin."

"Don't be a bad sport. Ginny is phenomenal. The main thing is that you played well. You can retire happy."

"I vould be being happier if I vas retiring with a Vorld Cup vin," he replied a little grumpily.

"Well, you already have two. About time you shared with someone else," Charlie teased. "Where are you headed?"

"Back to the team hotel. The coach needs to yell at us one more time."

"Fuck that. You're retiring. Why go? Come back to my place." Charlie froze, realising how that sounded. "My family is going to celebrate. I'm sure the twins have fireworks and I know my dad brought firewhisky."

He could see Viktor thinking over his offer before he nodded. "That sounds better than being yelled at. Do you have a change of clothes? I hate suits."

"We're about the same size. I'm sure something will fit. If not, we can transfigure it." He held out his arm. "I'll take you Side-Along."

Charlie tried to ignore the shot of desire that ran through him when Viktor took his hand. It was big, rough, and Charlie wanted to feel it wrapped around his cock. He forced the image of Viktor jerking him off from his mind. He didn't want to splinch the guy just because he couldn't stop thinking about sex whenever he was around.

Viktor didn't want to let go of Charlie's hand when they arrived outside a large house on the beach in Barcelona. He could hear the music and laughter coming from the home mixing with the sounds of the waves from the Mediterranean Sea. Charlie dropped his hand and waved for him to follow as they made their way towards the front door.

It was louder when they walked in, but the house seemed empty. He could see the Weasleys and their friends on the back patio and could smell the meat cooking on the grill. It looked so carefree and he was ready to put the loss of the World Cup behind him and enjoy his first night of retirement.

"My room is upstairs," Charlie said, nodding his head towards the staircase. "Come on."

Viktor followed Charlie again and tried to keep his eyes off the way the trousers hugged his ass. His own suit was way tailed perfectly to his body and if his dick got hard, there would be no way he'd be able to hide it. He was already aware that it did nothing to camouflage his impressive length, which is why he had bought it.

Charlie's bedroom was at the very top of the house and he thought it might be an attic that was converted. The double bed took up most of the space, but it had a walkout patio that looked over the Mediterranean and Viktor could see a tiny bathroom through an open door.

Stripping off his suit jacket, Viktor laid it on the bed and began to remove his tie as he toed his shoes off. The top buttons of his shirt undone, he took in a deep breath as he relaxed. Suits always made him feel like he couldn't breathe fully. Charlie was rummaging through his dresser and Viktor tried not to imagine stripping in the same room for a different reason.

"Will these work?" Charlie asked, holding up swim trunks that looked like the British flag.

"I am not vearing those, Veasley,' Viktor spat. He picked his jacket up. If Charlie was going to be a jerk, he would go get his own clothes and come back.

Charlie laughed and waved his wand and the fabric changed to a solid teal. "Calm down, Viktor. I was just teasing you. I think these will fit. Do you prefer sleeves or a vest?"

The evening was warm, even with the ocean breeze so Viktor took the black vest and the trunks from Charlie and set them on the bed. Now that he knew he wouldn't be stuck in ugly clothes, he started to strip off his clothing.

Next to him, Charlie laid his own outfit on the bed. A pair of green trunks with dragon silhouettes on them and a white vest. Viktor rolled his eyes as pulled his shirt off and began to undo his trousers. He saw Charlie was doing the same from the corner of his eye, but he wasn't really watching him until the dragon tamer stilled in nothing but his tight underpants.

And that's when Viktor realised that Charlie must be thinking the same thing he was. That you didn't wear briefs under your swim trunks.

Viktor had been in locker rooms since he was twelve and had been naked in front of hundreds of men in them. It had never bothered him and he'd never thought twice about it. Locker rooms were for him and his teammates and there was nothing sexual about them.

But being next to Charlie Weasley was something different. He wasn't sure if it was just him, but he could feel the sexual tension between them. The urge to run away was almost as strong as the urge to push the man onto the bed, ignore the party going on below, and fuck each other all night long.

After what felt like an hour but was less than three seconds, Charlie hooked his thumbs into his briefs and pushed them down his legs.

Viktor tried not to look. He really did. But the sight of Charlie's large cock swinging from the movement caught his eye and Viktor took in the impressive length and licked his lips.

"See something you like, Krum?" Charlie asked, turning fully and exposing himself.

His body, like Viktor's, was covered in a multitude of tattoos and muscles. The large cock that was nestled between his strong thighs and surrounded by trimmed red hair was starting to thicken the longer he looked at it and he felt his own cock begin to fill in response.

"And if I did?" Viktor whispered, uncharacteristically nervous.

Charlie moved closer so they were almost touching. "Then I'd ask you what you want to do about it." He lifted his hand, his fingers millimetres from Viktor's underwear. "We could take these off and see what happens. Or we can put on our clothes and go to the party and never talk about it again."

Viktor took less than a second to make up his mind. He wouldn't be able to be with Charlie all the ways he wanted right now; there were too many people in the house for that. But that didn't mean he couldn't have some fun.

Dropping to his knees, Viktor wrapped his large hands around Charlie's thighs and looked up, silently begging the man to be on the same page as him. Charlie's mouth dropped open then he snapped it shut and smirked.

He took his cock in hand and positioned it at Viktor's mouth. "Be a good boy and open up for me."

"Fuck you, Veasley."

"That will happen later. For now, open that sexy mouth and suck my cock."

Viktor had a moment where he wanted to tell Charlie to fuck off, but the look of the thick cock in front of him convinced him that he didn't actually want to say that. He wanted to take as much of him as he could and swallow every drop of come.

Sticking out his tongue, he licked from the base to the tip. He smirked as Charlie groaned loudly and flicked against his hole, savouring the flavour of the pre-come that was already leaking. He was about to see how much he could take when Charlie pulled back.

"I have to sit down or I'll fall over," he explained. He pushed the clothes onto the floor and sat, beckoning Viktor to him. "Come here. I want your mouth again."

Viktor crawled over to him but instead of taking the gorgeous cock into his mouth, he grabbed one of Charlie's ankles. "Move back and put your feet on the bed. I want to see all of you."

"Fuck," Charlie breathed out and followed Viktor's directions. He moved so his back was against the headboard and he spread his thighs, opening them wide and planting his feet on the bed.

"Just like that." Viktor summoned his wand from the floor. "May I?"

Charlie nodded and Viktor cast the necessary charms to clean them and protect them from diseases before placing his wand under one of the pillows so he could grab it easily. He stripped off his underwear and allowed Charlie his first glance at his naked body. Moving onto the bed, Viktor settled himself between Charlie's thighs but propped himself up so they weren't touching.

"I vant to kiss you, Charlie."

"Yes, please."

Lowering his head, Viktor turned his face slightly and moved closer, pausing. There was something about the ginger man below him that made him want to take his time. Even though they had people waiting, he wanted to savour every second. Charlie's tongue slipped out of his mouth and he dragged it across the seam of Viktor's lips.

All thoughts of going slow flew from Viktor's mind and he sucked Charlie's tongue into his mouth. He wasn't sure if the loud groan came from his own lips, from Charlie, or maybe both of them. Charlie's lips were soft but his kisses were rough, pushing against Viktor's. If they didn't stop, they would both be swollen and everyone would know what they'd been up to. Viktor broke the kiss, but he kept his lips on Charlie, moving from his mouth down to his chin, then neck, and up to his ear.

"I am going to suck your cock and finger your sweet ass until you are coming down my throat, Dragon boy. Is that what you are wanting?"

Charlie's hips flexed, causing their cocks to rub together in a delicious way. "Please!"

Consent obtained, Viktor kissed his way down the hard planes of Charlie's body. He stopped to lightly bite each nipple before soothing the skin with his tongue and working his way lower. He avoided the weeping cock before him and used his large hands to open Charlie's asscheeks. The tight rosebud before him contracted and Viktor couldn't wait anymore.

He pointed his tongue and circled the tight opening.

Charlie bucked off the bed, his movement pulling him away from Viktor before he laughed and settled down again. His hands found the back of Viktor's head and moved him back into place.

"Lick me, Viktor. Please! Fuck my ass with your tongue."

"I like when you beg, Veasley. Makes you sound like a slut. Do you want to be my slut?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me vhat you vant to do and if I like vhat you say, I vill do it."

"Fuck, Viktor. I want… I want you to fuck me with your tongue. Then I want you to finger my ass and stroke my prostate while you suck my cock."

Viktor wanted all of that too. "Vhat else?"

"When I'm done coming down your throat, I want to do the same thing to you. Well, what I really want is to be balls deep in your ass and fuck you until you can't walk. But for now, I want to suck your cock."

Viktor's balls ached at the images Charlie was painting. He wanted to spend all night, all week, in bed with this man learning everything about his body. But he would settle for what he could get right now.

Gripping Charlie's hips, he shifted the man until he was in the correct position. Using his tongue again, he licked the tight hole, slowly working his way into the tight heat of him. Charlie was shifting against his face, trying to fuck it while Krum ate his ass. Fuck, he wanted to shove his dick in the hole he was licking and lose himself in Charlie's body. He pulled back and grabbed his wand. He cast the spell to lube Charlie's hole and his finger. Circling the hole for a moment, he slowly pushed his finger in.

"Fuck!" Charlie breathed out, quieter than Viktor thought he would be. "I need more. Put two in. I can take it."

"Such a slut," Viktor told him, but pulled his finger in to replace it with two, pumping in and out. "Tell me. How often do you finger your own ass? Did you do it this morning?"

His fingers found Charlie's prostate and rubbed against it, causing the ginger to buck his hips again.

"Everyday. Fuck that feels good. This morning I used a dildo," Charlie admitted. "Magicked it to the bed and fucked myself on it."

"Tell me vhat you thought about vhile you fucked yourself."

Viktor didn't wait for him to answer. He took all of Charlie's cock into his mouth until the head slipped into his throat. Charlie's hands tightened on his head, holding him, but not pushing him down. Viktor pulled off.

"Tell me or I vill stop."

He took the cock in his mouth again and began to bob his head up and down in time with his fingers that were still fucking Charlie's tight asshole. He brought his other hand up to play with the heavy ball sack before him.

"Please don't stop. I thought about you. How I wanted to bury myself in your arse. How I wanted to swallow your come. How I wanted to watch you sit on my cock while I jerk you off and you come all over me. I thought about how I want you to fill my ass with your come."

Charlie's words were entering his ears and going straight to his cock. Fuck he was going to come if he wasn't careful. And he didn't want to come unless it was on or in the body underneath him. He wandlessly conjured a cockring onto his body and sighed once it was in place. It wasn't the most comfortable thing, but at least now he wouldn't have to worry about coming early.

But he was ready for Charlie's come.

Redoubling his efforts, he pushed his head down until his nose was pressed against Charlie's hips. He found Charlie's prostate again and his time didn't just rub against it once or twice. He began to attack it with his fingers. Pressing and stroking it until he felt Charlie's balls start to pull up. He sucked harder and Charlie cried out.

Charlie's hands pushed hard against his head, pushing him down as far as possible before the ginger began to fuck his face in earnest. Viktor loved every second of it and hummed in pleasure. The vibrations must have been one stimulation too many because Charlie went still and stream after stream of hot come shot down Viktor's throat.

When he was done, Viktor slowly pulled up, pressing a kiss to the now softening cock. He pulled his fingers from Charlie's ass and wandlessly cleaned them both off.

"Merlin alive, Krum! So fucking good. Trade places with me. I want to take you." Charlie moved from the centre of the bed, making room for him.

Viktor settled down, positioning himself how Charlie had been and winked.

"Come put me in your mouth, Veasley."

Charlie looked at the naked man before him and felt his recently spent cock twitch. He licked Viktor's cock, his tongue dancing around the cock ring for a moment, but he didn't remove it. He wanted to keep the Bulgarian on edge for a little longer.

A loud noise from the party going on outside pulled him from his thoughts and he looked up at Viktor. He wondered how rude it would be to just skip it all together.

"Hurry up and make me come, Veasley. Next time you can play with me more."

"Next time?" Charlie asked, then wandlessly vanished the cock ring and licked the soft skin below Viktor's head.

"I am thinking you vill be owing me another time because this has to be quick."

Instead of exposing himself and how much he wanted to see Viktor again, he took the man in his mouth and began to use every skill he knew for giving the perfect blowjob. His fingers traced the tight asshole between Viktor's thighs, but he didn't press into him. He would save that for next time. He needed more right now though. He pulled off with a pop.

"Vhat?"

"I… I like it rough. If I lay on the bed, will you fuck my mouth?"

Charlie wasn't sure what Viktor said in his rapid Bulgarian, but it was clear he liked what Charlie suggested because he moved in a flash. Before he even knew what was happening, Charlie was on his back again and being pulled to the edge of the bed until his head hung off the side.

"Raise your hand if it is too much, yes?" Viktor asked.

"Yes."

"Good slut."

Charlie's cock twitched again at Viktor's words. He loved dirty talk during sex and it was even better when it was Viktor saying it.

He opened his mouth as the head of Viktor's cock pressed against his lips and he opened up and relaxed his throat. Charlie had long ago overcome his gag reflex and couldn't wait to have a thick cock fucking his mouth again.

Viktor entered him slowly, pushing in until he bottomed out. Charlie loved it. He hummed in appreciation.

"Fuck, you are a slut. Are you ready for more?"

Charlie gave him a thumbs up and it was all Viktor needed. Tears dripped from Charlie's eyes and spit fell from his mouth, wetting his face, as his mouth was brutally fucked. He loved every second of it and brought his hands up to grip Viktor's ass. He wandlessly lubed his finger within moments was pushing it into Viktor.

"Yes, fuck my ass. Just like that. Make me come down your throat."

Shifting his finger, Charlie finally found Viktor's prostate and began to stimulate it. The heat around him was contracting with each thrust of Viktor's hips and Charlie knew the man was close.

"So close, Veasley. Swallow it all."

The cock in his mouth seemed to grow larger before Viktor exploded down his throat. Charlie moved his head back as much as he could so some of the come landed on his tongue and he could taste Viktor's essence. All too soon, Viktor pulled back.

"Fuck, you are a good cock sucker, Charlie."

"It's Charlie now?" he asked with a laugh as Viktor moved back from him.

They cleaned themselves again and began to get dressed in their swim things.

"I am thinking that now that I have come in your mouth, I can be calling you by your first name," Viktor said, causing Charlie to laugh.

As soon as they were both dressed, Charlie pulled Viktor towards him and kissed him gently. "I want to see you again."

Viktor kissed him back and they got lost in the feel of each other's mouths for a few moments before he pulled back. "Vhen do you go back to Romania? I have a home in Bulgaria. It is very private and you can stay vith me there."

"I have time off. You really want to?"

"There are many things I vant from you, Charlie. Ve vill start with all those things you told me you vant to do. Then, I vill show you all my ideas. Ve vill be busy for a long time." Their mouths were so close that each of Viktor's words caused their lips to brush.

"Is that so? Don't you have things to do?"

"I am being retired now. I vill be needing you to keep me entertained. Maybe if I like you still, I vill come see you and your dragons."

Charlie kissed him, hard and violent. He didn't want to stop, but knew they needed to. "I would like that very much. I don't want to, but we need to go downstairs. It will be torture keeping my hands off you."

"Who says you have to?" Viktor whispered into his ear. "Your mother knows you like men, yes?"

"Of course."

"Vell, your mother adores me so I am not minding if she knows."

Charlie thought about it for a moment. He'd never brought anyone home to meet his family. To him that was the most intimate thing he could be with someone. Allowing them to meet the people he loved most. But he realised that, even though he had no idea where this thing with Viktor would go, he wanted that. He wanted to walk hand in hand into the party with Viktor.

"Ginny! Where is Charlie? He should have been here thirty minutes ago." Molly's voice travelled into the room from the open balcony door.

He glanced at his watch. It felt like he had been in this room with Viktor forever, but it had been less than twenty minutes. Stepping onto the balcony, he leaned over it and hollered at his mum, telling her he'd be right down.

"Let's go," Charlie said, taking Viktor by the hand.

"I bet by end of night, your mother vill be liking me more than you," Viktor said and Charlie's mouth dropped open. "I bet I vill be getting one of her famous sweaters for Christmas."

They walked down the stairs hand in hand. "Ron has been dating his girlfriend for two years and she didn't even get one last Christmas."

Viktor kissed his neck and nipped at his ear. "Yes, but I am more charming. You'll see."

Walking into the party, it took a moment for anyone to notice them. But when Hermione saw their clasped hands, she cried out and hugged them both. Molly came rushing over to see what the commotion was.

"Are you…? Are you two dating?" she asked, her voice thick with shock.

"Yes," Viktor answered without hesitation.

Molly flapped her hands in excitement then hugged Charlie followed by Viktor. "Oh, I'm so happy! A world cup win and a new member of the family in one night. Oh, I wish I had my yarn and needles! Do you like jumpers, Viktor? I am making you one. Arthur! Arthur, I need to go to the store! Oh, you boys!"

Charlie watched his mum in amusement and surprise. Fucking Viktor Krum was right. Molly Weasley liked his new man more than she liked her own son.

Well, if he had to deal with that in order to have Viktor, he thought he could handle it.