Unlikely Heroes

Title: Unlikely Heroes

Pairing: Future DracoxHarry, LuciusxSeverus, RemusxSeverus

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: A battered Boy Who Lived finds his world come crashing down when his name comes out of the Goblet of Fire. Shockingly, the only ones to come to his rescue are those he'd believed were his enemies.

Notes: Is compatible to the Selection of Triwizard Champions.

Eager Viktor led George to his personal rooms in the West wing, upon his inheritance he was treated by his father as an adult despite his dubious inheritance. He lifted his submissive’s chin, “Welcome home.” Throwing open the door.

George was shy, both eager and nervous about this. He wanted to be with his boyfriend…no were they betrothed or bonded?

Viktor chuckled feeling him shiver, “You know I won’t do anything that would displease you. I want you. You’re mine.”

Weak though his Chuvash was, George felt him fighting mightily. “Yours.” They’d both been waiting for Viktor without knowing it. His wizard intelligence was fighting with his not so dormant Chuvash instincts; it was not too soon to be intimate. His Chuvash had won.

Despite wanting to lift George up and carrying him to bed, Viktor guessed that George’s pride wouldn’t be too accepting of that. After all, his Submissive was a Beater, George maybe a submissive but he was a rather strong person both in will and size. Instead he chose to lead George to their bed, slowly undressing him. This day would always be important to him, the day he scored well at the First Task and the day George was acknowledged as his.

George was so anxious to not disappoint Viktor that he was at present content to follow his Dominant’s lead.

Viktor kissed his neck, removing first his robe and then his Hogwarts uniform. He almost couldn’t breathe, his submissive was more muscular then he’d expected. He still though George was one of the most beautiful person’s he’d ever seen, beautiful of heart, spirit and face. He kissed him deeply, holding George and kissing him insistently.

George felt naked, though he still was wearing trousers, knickers, socks and shoes.

Viktor smirked, banishing their clothes to a pile and leading his mate to bed.

George was naked; he shivered looking up at his dominant. “Viktor.”

Viktor gave into his instincts and tackled George to the bed, his broom callused hands running over George’s muscular chest. Brutally laying claim to the mouth he’d barely begun to memorize.

George moaned, the touch both familiar and exotic, was playing his weak Chuvash like a harp.

Viktor growled softly, what his lack of fangs and claws prevented him from doing marking George as his own, his magic leaping at George.

A Mark resembling that of a Dominant Chuvash’s fangs appeared on George’s shoulder.  It morphed into a raven clutching a weasel to his chest in what looked more like passion then terror.

Viktor kissed it, “Mine!”

George had allowed the marking, his desire to belong his greatest draw.

Viktor kissed, and touched him all over. He was a bit awed that a guy who looked like this would be submissive to a guy like him. It proved you couldn’t judge by appearances…

George was slowly being overwhelmed having no sexual experience beyond kissing.

Viktor reached down to take George’s prick in his hand, pumping it.

George thrashed a bit and moaned; no one had ever touched him there but himself and this felt so different. More…erotic…

For a relatively big guy, Viktor was surprised how small George’s prick was. Stroking it and listening to George’s moans of pleasure, “you like this? “

“I’m not that big sorry. Fred’s is bigger.” Fred had matured more and teased him that sex was responsible for his large endowment. Fred had a long thick cock and big heavy bollocks.

Viktor smirked, “You’re perfect.” Straddling George’s large frame, George was rather tall for a Submissive being about 177 cm; he was about 183 cm, which made him still taller then George. His own endowment was longer and thicker than his mate’s; he ached to sexually claim his mate. His Chuvash instincts tempered by his Wizard conscience chose gentleness rather than a rough sensual claiming.

George could see the sheer size of Viktor’s cock, it somewhat scared him. How would that fit inside him, he wondered since in theory he knew how sex between wizards worked. He’d swiped a few books while at the book store in Diagon when no one was watching a difficult thing to do with anywhere from five to seven siblings around and a mother person like Molly around.

“Relax…” Viktor said stroking him more, the bollocks that hung between George’s thick muscular legs. It wasn’t large nor did it hang much but it pleased him. Viktor could smell both George’s arousal as well as his fertility. Both excited his Chuvash,

George arched into the touch, the callused hand cupping his bollocks and the other touching his prick so intimately. He was too close; he didn’t want to come without…he blushed, Viktor being inside him. Although he had no idea how something so large would fit. He whispered between gasped of pleasure, “Please…I…”

Viktor smirked, reaching to stroke himself, “You want this?”

George blushed, his mouth dry, “I…” he closed his eyes and turned his head away. He looked nothing like any submissive he’d seen pictures of. He was taller, more muscular and technically ‘masculine. He felt his Chuvash’s desire merged with his own, the boy wanted Viktor…

Viktor knew instinctively what to do, casting spells that relaxed George and would make entering him easier.

George cried out, the gentle magic reaching deep inside him and he felt it changing him.

Viktor spread George’s legs, moving them to his shoulders and slowly thrust into his mate.

George whimpered, blushing ashamed at the weak sound, submissive he maybe but he was no weakling.

Viktor was soon buried deep inside his mate, pulling him up for a rough kiss.

George’s instincts kicked in finally, his hands clawing into Viktor’s shoulders, he hissed, “Fuck me.”

Viktor smirked, his thoughts of easing his mate into a sexual relationship forgotten.

Their first mutual sexual experience became gradually rougher as George began rocking back into his Dominant’s deep, penetrating thrusts. His hands clawing at Viktor’s shoulders, his voice choked out hisses begging for more.

Viktor was quite pleased when he watched George come twice, one within mere moments of being taken and the next was from the repeated pounding he was giving him.

Neither time George came did he require any stimulation of his prick.

The second time Viktor’s enjoyment of George’s orgasm brought on his own as his mate’s unintentional tightening as he came took him over the edge.

They lay there covered in spunk and sweat, blood dripping slowly down Viktor’s shoulders from George’s fingernails clawing them.

George was exhausted, but strangely pleased. He loved his dominant; their coming together had brought only joy to him. Lying beneath Viktor, his dominant’s prick inside him George truly felt at home as he never had before. He wished his older brothers could feel that same measure of contentment…

Viktor kissed him lightly and then went to move.

George said quietly, “Don’t…” as pathetic as it probably made him sound, he liked this feel and Viktor moving would break their physical connection. That was the last thing he wanted…

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Troll?

Sorry this didn't end up as part of Chapter 23B It was too perfect to leave out. I hope you enjoy it. Soon there will be a part with LuciusxSeverusxRemus finally getting down to naughtiness...um major smex.