Goblet of Treachery: The Smutty Entr'acte (the first)
Chapter Title: The Smutty Entr'acte (the first)
Summary: laurel_tx issued an AU GoF Deathfic Challenge. This is my answer. Will encompass Harry's entire fourth year. Will also incorporate elements of other Harry/Cedric stories I have already done as well as direct dialog taken from JKRowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
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Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Smut
Pairings: Viktor/Cedric
Archived: GoF AU Deathfic
Word Count: 2687
Author's Note-1: As a gift to everyone who's been patiently reading the story and waiting for the schmexing to happen, I give you a brief intermission. Behold the power of
The Smutty Entr'acte (pt.1)!!Author's Note-2: This takes place sometime after Chapter 4: Of Weight and Wands and Chapter 6: Dreams, Fantasies, Nightmares.
Author's Notes-3: I know I'm going to get slack for this, but for some reason, I felt like Viktor was from a poor Russian village and not from Bulgaria. There's nothing in canon that supports it, but there's nothing to suggest that he's Bulgarian, either. (I don't think playing for a Bulgarian Quidditch team really lends to him being Bulgarian anymore than Yao Ming playing American Basketball means he's American-borne.)
Author's Notes-4: This also acts as a continuation from Cedric's POV from ... like riding a broom ... (2.5-interlude) where Cedric watches Viktor flying. You do not need to read that to get this, but its highly advisable.
Viktor Krum loved many things about Hogwarts. Certainly, the weather was more appropriate for flying, which he loved to do (with or without Quidditch). Even on colder days, when the air was biting and crisp, they were still excellent skies to fly in.
Compared to Durmstrang, Hogwarts had better post-game amenities, as well. It wasn’t until Krum made the professional Bulgarian team that Durmstrang suddenly became interested in keeping their sports facilities up to scratch. So, they didn’t have things like caldariums or tepidariums. Surely, they had locker rooms and showers, but they held no tradition nor did they nod towards a legacy. Not like Hogwarts.
The students still called the Balneum by its more mediocre and pedestrian name, ‘the showers’. But Viktor loved calling the various rooms by the names the ancient Greeks gave them: Apodyterium instead of ‘changing room’ or ‘locker room’, laconicum instead of ‘sauna’ or ‘steam baths’. Russia had banyas, for certain, especially in his home town of Vologda Oblast. But those were no more than a medium-sized room with a large stove where people could pour water over the burning wood to create the steam. That was so plebian compared to Hogwarts’ Balneum, which was second only to the baths provided by his Bulgarian Quidditch team.
Yes, Viktor Krum loved many things about Hogwarts. Cedric Diggory was one of them.
He was talented yet modest; intelligent without being pretentious; and, most of all, surprisingly devoid of conceit, despite being strikingly handsome. There were other blokes Viktor found attractive. Draco Malfoy was devilishly handsome, yet far too arrogant for his own good. Roger Davies was charming, though it seemed forced and fake. The redheaded twins were... interesting albeit loud and rambunctious for Viktor’s liking. It was unlikely he could have one without the other, and that was far too extravagant for his tastes. No, Cedric Diggory was perfect.
Mind, Viktor had no misunderstanding of his family’s expectations. Cedric could never give him children. For that, he would need a woman. Hermione Granger was perfect. She was pretty (and did not know it) and intelligent (and did know it). And she was a fighter, strong and ferocious though her demeanor seemed less so. Cedric…? Cedric was pretty and intelligent, as well, and the Goblet had chosen him as a School Champion. For a pureblood wizard, taking a male lover was overlooked - if not altogether expected - so long as the ‘relationship’ was understood to be simply what it was: carnal.
The girls of Hogwarts were unapologetic about fawning over Viktor, except Hermione. Maybe that’s one thing that attracted him to her? The boys - the ones not being sycophantic - were less obvious, save Draco Malfoy, of course. Cedric Diggory, on the other hand, managed to be both ambiguous and obvious at the same time. On the one hand, he seemed preoccupied with the Potter kid. Yet, almost every time Viktor came to the Quidditch Pitch to fly, Cedric sat in the stands, pretending to read a book.
Whenever Cedric came to watch him, Viktor would be more daring in his manoeuvres. He’d try only the difficult moves he knew he could pull off, moves that made him one of the most sought-after Seekers in recent history. Moves that he knew Cedric, being a Seeker himself, would appreciate.
Viktor landed a few feet from the stands to the roaring applause of his current staple of feverish fans, mostly lower-year girls. He gave no notice to their squawking and squealing as he made his way to the Balneum. He could feel Cedric’s eyes follow him, boring into him. He managed to suppress a smile. With Potter nowhere in sight, he knew he would have Cedric’s undivided attention.
Eye contact.
A small smile.
A slight arch of an eyebrow.
Viktor strode past Cedric, still sitting in the stands pretending to read his book. Their eyes locked, although he didn’t stop or even slow his pace; he could see Cedric’s Adam’s apple lurch in his throat. He made it to the door of the Balneum, turned to give one final, unspoken signal, and disappeared behind the closing door. He hoped Cedric would pick up on it; he was never good with flirting or hints of this sort. He never had to be. He was, after all, Viktor Krum.
Sitting on one of the benches parallel to the row of lockers, he waited for a moment before removing the thick, leathered Quidditch gloves followed by the tough chest plate and boots. He dimmed the lights with a wave of his wand before standing and pulling his shirt over his head. A full-length mirror adorned the wall opposite him. He gave himself the once-over, rubbing his hand over his pectorals then down to his muscled stomach before hooking a finger under the waistband of his trousers. Before he could pull down his slacks, light filled the room.
“Like what you see?”
Viktor spun on his heels. Cedric stood, leaning against the open doorway. Arms crossed, he had an impish grin stretched along his face.
“Do yoo?” Viktor asked, straightening his posture and continuing to pull down trousers and undergarments in one fell swoop.
Cedric’s eyes darted down for one quick, fleeting moment as he licked his lips.
“I’ve seen worse.”
“Surely not zat Potter boy, no?”
Viktor mentally berated himself for the tinge of jealousy in his voice. He opened one of the lockers and pulled out a towel and wash cloth.
“And here I thought you liked them… bookish,” Cedric said, walking in and closing the door behind him. “And female.”
“Are yoo girl, then? Because this eez thee boys Balneum,” Viktor said with a sly grin, turning to walk towards the corridor that lead to the showers. “I wood ask yoo to join but I do not think my eyes are green enough.”
He heard Cedric laugh before casting a locking charm on the Balneum’s door.
The main showers consisted of three core faucets that came up from the ground, each branching out into five taps in a circular pattern. Another tray, rounded like a donut, encircled each central spigot, covered in dried soap. Viktor flicked his wand and the showers spat hot water, filling the room with steam almost instantly. He stood underneath a stream of water, letting it wet his face and hair. He his eyes jerked open when he felt smooth, soapy hands caress his chest and the unmistakable feeling of a cock pressing against his arse.
Viktor arched his back into Cedric, rotating his hips slightly. He could feel his cock engorging even as calloused hands slid down his shoulders. Cedric interlocked his fingers with Viktor’s and folded their arms in front of his chest, hugging him. Viktor could hear Cedric breathing into his ear.
“Do yoo do thees wiv every boy?” he asked, with a husky, coy undertone in his voice.
Cedric answered him by spinning him around, pulling him close, and latching on to his lips, spreading them open with his tongue. Viktor grabbed a handful of Cedric’s hair, pulling and tugging whilst scratching at his back with his other hand. Cedric moaned into his mouth; Viktor smiled before attacking his neck.
Viktor took a moment to admire this beautiful boy in front of him. He loved how his shoulders jutted out, much too square for a Seeker, really. He admired how Cedric’s hair twisted into tiny ringlets along the nape of his neck when wet.
Their hard cocks rubbed against their stomachs as if fighting for dominance. If Cedric wanted to be the one to top, Viktor thought, he’d have to work for it. But even as that defiant notion ebbed from his mind, his hole had other plans. It puckered like a ravenous maw when Cedric snaked a hand around his waist and grabbed a handful of ass-cheek. Viktor could feel Cedric’s fingers inching towards his opening, cautiously. Viktor silently gave permission by wrapping a leg around Cedric, giving him easier access to his hungry orifice.
Viktor’s hand pulled Cedric closer while the other slid between their stomachs. His fingers wrapped around their dueling rods, stroking their lengths with long, sensuous caresses. Cedric’s middle finger poked and prodded Viktor’s tight arsehole, rubbing it in small circles. Viktor gasped when a finger slid in a fraction, involuntarily squeezing their cocks even tighter.
Without fanfare, Viktor pulled away. Before Cedric could protest, Viktor swept Cedric off his feet, tossing him over his hip. Cedric found himself sprawled on the wet, hot floor, water hitting his chest and face. Like a panther, Viktor was atop him in mere seconds, grabbing at his wrists and forcing Cedric’s legs open with his own thighs.
“Did yoo think yoo vere goweengk to fuck me, pretty one?” he purred, a leer on his face.
Cedric squirmed. “The thought had crossed my mind, yes.”
Viktor laughed as he let go of Cedric’s wrists and found his ankles. He lifted Cedric’s legs over his head and surveyed the arse splayed before him, ready for taking. Cedric noticed that Viktor’s movements seemed… slow and cumbersome. He understood it for what it meant: Viktor had no real assumptions of topping Cedric. Instead, he wanted to earn the right, the privilege. Cedric, then, would give him a run for his money.
Squirming furiously, Cedric rocked to the side and managed to throw Viktor off-balance. In one swift motion, Cedric pushed himself atop Viktor, grabbing his wrists and pressing down on them. Viktor used the momentum to his advantage, however, and duplicated Cedric’s move. Within seconds, the two were rolling around the tepidarium floor, laughing and splashing water as they went. Despite their frantic wrestling, they managed to capture each other’s lips.
They continued to wrestle, one man losing just enough leverage for the other to take the advantage. They heaved and squirmed and grappled until eventually, Viktor found himself sitting high on Cedric’s chest, pinning Cedric’s shoulders and arms with his knees. His cock was dangerously close to Cedric’s mouth, the bulbous head beginning to poke out from the foreskin. Viktor leaned over, his hands on either side of Cedric’s head and moved his hips left and right, slapping his growing dick against Cedric’s cheek, chin, and mouth. Cedric laughed and he tried to capture Viktor in his mouth.
“Yoo like?” Viktor asked between pants and chuckles.
Cedric stopped moving his head. “I’d like it a lot more in my mouth... so would you.”
Viktor couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed the back of Cedric’s head and forced his cock deep down his throat. Cedric barely had enough warning to open his mouth wide enough. Even still, teeth grazed along the length of the shafted, making Viktor breathe in through gritted teeth.
Cedric’s eyes began to water as Viktor’s impressive girth filled his throat, threatening to suffocate him. Instead of pushing him away, however, he grabbed a handful of Viktor’s arse and pulled him closer, taking him as far as he could and nuzzling against his bush before pulling back enough to allow for air.
“Zamechatel'nyj!” Viktor cried, his hips moving as if possessed by some mysterious rhythm, “Vash rot chuvstvuyet seb'a podobno nebesam!”
Cedric took the alien language as a sign that he was doing something right. Viktor head was lolling back, his eyes closed in bliss. As Cedric’s tongue slid across his length, Viktor began chewing on his bottom lip.
“YA mog zhit' i umirat' v etom rtu!”
Cedric mumbled, “mmwhamm?”
But Viktor understood. A thin string of precum and spit stretched between the tip of Viktor’s cock and Cedric’s lips when he unsheathed himself from Cedric’s mouth. Viktor slid down his chest and leaned in to seize his mouth.
Between frantic kisses, Viktor whispered, “I said ‘I can live and die in thees mouf’...”
Cedric pulled himself up, wrapping his free arm around Viktor, who was delivering kisses while sprawled across Cedric’s legs. They sat on the shower floor, one on top of the other, for what seemed an eternity, relishing each other’s touch. Cedric wrapped his arms around Viktor and forced him deeper into his lap, grinding his hips and teasing Viktor’s arse with his dick.
“I want to fuck you, Viktor,” Cedric muttered between kisses. “Please, let me fuck you...”
Abruptly, Viktor slid off Cedric’s lap, who was worried by the sudden movement. He wondered if he had offended him. Instead, Viktor turned around on all fours and waited. It took a moment before Cedric realised what was being offered to him.
‘I’m about to do it,’ Cedric thought. ‘I’m about to fuck Viktor Krum!’
Viktor Krum, arguably the best Quidditch Seeker in the world; Viktor Krum, the most shaggable lad to grace Hogwarts since Oliver Wood; Viktor Krum, the object of everyone’s attention and affections. And here he was, on all fours, about to be buggered senseless by Cedric.
‘Where’s Colin and his camera when you need him?’ Cedric wondered.
He quickly set himself between Viktor’s legs and rested his hands on the small of his back. With his cock nestled between Viktor’s arse cheeks, Cedric slowly began to grind, enjoying the feel when Viktor would flex and tighten himself.
“I... I don’t have my wand...” Cedric announced, breathlessly.
“Don’t vorry about it...”
“Wh-what? But... lubrication...”
“Just do it,” Viktor begged.
“I-it’ll hurt.”
Viktor looked back over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed.
“I like it to hurt,” he said. “I am man enough to take eet.”
Cautiously, Cedric pulled back far enough to find Viktor’s hole with his a finger. It twitched and puckered when the digit grazed along the rim. Cedric used the finger as a guide until the tip of his hard cock rest firmly atop the orifice. Viktor took a breath through gritted teeth when Cedric gently pushed the head in. Cedric felt engulfed by a warm tightness; the moment of bliss faded, however, when he heard Viktor gasp in pain.
“Are... are you alright?” Cedric asked.
Viktor didn’t respond with words. Instead, he pushed back into Cedric, impaling himself on the full length of Cedric’s cock. This time, it was Cedric who cried out, his eyes slamming shut in pleasure. He was still, reveling in the feel of Viktor’s arse - tight and unrelenting. Viktor began to rock back and forth on his hands and knees, panting as Cedric slid in and out of his hole, now aching and raw.
Cedric tossed away all notions of politeness. He remained squatted as he got to his feet, leaning against Viktor’s back. He moved his hands up to Viktor’s shoulders before furiously pumping into him. He would pull out as far as he could before slamming his cock to the hilt, burying it balls-deep. Occasionally, Viktor would squirm and try to pull away, but Cedric had a firm grip on his shoulders; he locked him in place, refusing to let him move, unless it was to match his thrusts.
Viktor began pumping himself in tandem with Cedric’s rhythm. His ability to speak English had long-since faded from his mind. He began calling out in Russian or Bulgarian - Cedric didn’t know which and he didn’t care. All he cared about was the sense of inevitability he felt rising from the pit of his stomach, firing every nerve synapse in his body.
Viktor’s howl of pleasure echoed in the room; he stopped thrusting back in to Cedric. The hand pumping at his dick stopped as well. Cedric felt Viktor’s arse constrict, squeezing him even tighter than before. He filled Viktor to the brim with hot spunk that oozed out and dripped onto the aqueous floor. Cedric’s movements became spastic as the last of his finality ebbed into the olive-skinned lad. He fell atop Viktor, kissing his shoulder and back between attempts to catch his breath.
Viktor pulled away, letting the cock unsheathe from his arse. He turned and sat in front of Cedric, pulling him into a gentle kiss. Viktor inspected his face, smiling.
“Ees good, yes?”
Cedric laughed at the absurdity of the question. “Of course it was good... very good.”
“You fuck like Russian,” he said as he stood and extended his hand. “Nice and hard.”
Cedric accepted the proffered help, not quite sure he could trust the strength of his own legs and knees.
“Thanks,” he replied. “I think.”
Viktor stood under a shower faucet, grabbing the bar of soap and lathering himself.
“I think you should be verrry careful wif Potter,” he said with a wink. “He looks fragile.”
Cedric snatched the bar of soap from Viktor’s hand.
“We are not together,” he said, feigning exasperation.
Cedric continued soaping Viktor’s shoulders and arms before massaging his neck and back. He snaked a lathered hand between Viktor’s arse cheeks, making Viktor jump.
“Careful,” he warned, “if we go again, you’ll be ze one to get fucked.”
Cedric’s free hand slowly reached around to grasp Viktor’s cock, already growing hard from his touch.
“Is that a threat, Viktor Krum,” he asked, “or a promise?”
Viktor Krum smirked, licentiously. Yes, he loved a great many things about Hogwarts.
Fucking Cedric Diggory was top on that list.