Disclaimer: characters belong to J K Rowling, not me unfortunately.

Warning: contains slashy thoughts, ergo guy on guy, don't like don't read!

Rating: M for sexual content.

Pairings: Teddy/Charlie, Teddy/Victoire

A/N: So my beta is insanely busy, and it has been months since I wrote this and just wanted to get it up, so I am sorry for any mistakes! I have done a few re-reads and think I have caught most of it. I know tense changing is my downfall, so sorry if there is some of that in there. I hope you can enjoy it despite any errors and this is my first time writing Teddy so please let me know what you think.

Christmas at the Burrow was a little overwhelming, you would think he would be used to it by now, but Teddy Lupin still found himself a bit dazed at all the people and the noise that accompanied a Weasley Christmas. This is why he is currently sneaking upstairs after dinner to get a little peace and quiet. He headed for the bathroom, thinking maybe a nice hot shower was in order; he needed the relaxation, just watching Molly bustle around the kitchen made him tired, she never stopped!

He opened the bathroom door and was about to close it behind him when he realised he was not alone. Standing in front of him was (in his opinion) a God of a man: lean, long legs; tight toned abs; strong muscular arms working a towel trough shaggy flaming red hair. Teddy scrambled backwards and closed the door tightly: thankful that the towel had obscured his presence. He stood shocked for a moment, before hastily making his was down the hall to his temporary bedroom.

Once inside, Teddy leaned against the door breathing hard, his trousers tightening uncomfortably as the image of Charlie; dripping wet and naked flashed through his mind. He groaned and pressed the heel of his palm against the growing bulge. He knew he shouldn't, he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself. Quickly unzipping, he gripped himself, firmly stroking and pulling. His head fell back to thump against the door, as he closed his eyes, picturing Charlie's larger than average cock jutting proudly from curls of red hair, framed by muscular thighs. Teddy felt the familiar pull and tingle of morphing run through his body; he frowned and then felt himself growing in his hand.

His eyes snapped open and he looked down, where a perfect replica of Charlie's cock had replaced his own thinner member. Surprise took him at first, he had never morphed without willing to before, but then the arousal won out. He breathed deeply and tested the new weight that rested in his palm. Adjusting his grip he slowly resumed his stroking, the unfamiliar feel of another mans cock in his hand, coupled with the same pleasure from every touch made his head spin; it was so surreal. He stumbled towards the bed and sat heavily on the edge. He closed his eyes again. God this is what it would feel like to touch Charlie. He whimpered softly and flopped down onto the mattress; pumping himself faster.

Somewhere his mind registered a small gasp; he sat bolt upright and found Victoire standing in his bedroom doorway, her eyes wide, and her mouth forming a small 'o'. She snapped the door closed and strode across the room, before falling to her knees. She took him into her mouth in one swift movement.

"Gah, Vee" was the only sound he managed before she was bobbing her head frantically. Laying down again he screwed his eyes closed. He shouldn't be letting her do this, he had been fantasizing about another man… her uncle…he belatedly realised. He had been fantasizing about his girlfriends' uncle and he was letting her pleasure him. What was he doing?

Feeling her thin pianist fingers rubbing his thighs he wished for large, calloused hands. Tangling his fingers in her soft blonde hair, so much like her mothers, he wished she had inherited the trademark red, so he could feel less guilty. So he could fool himself that this was what he wanted.

Teddy growled and thrust upwards faster. Licking his dry lips he envision tracing those water droplets down hard abs to the trail of course hair, licking along- NO! Wrong! Bad thoughts!

Biting his lip, he forced his eyes open to look at his girlfriend, to think of her and only her. Watching her swallow him down, he moaned and felt himself close to the edge.

"Yes, baby I'm- ah" she sucked hard and hummed, vibrations shooting through his groin he quickly muffled his cry of release in the bed covers, because he knew it would not be his girlfriend name on his lips as he throbbed and released down her throat. Catching his breath, guilt welled up inside of him as she stood and grinned.

"I never knew you could do that" she sounded impresses as she glanced down at his softening member, morphing to return to its usual state.

"Neither did I" he admitted with a small forced laugh. He ran his hand through his hair, before standing and straightening out his clothes.

"Come on we better get back before my dad notices." Victoire pecked him on the cheek and whirled out of the room. Teddy felt sick and more than a little ashamed. He slowly made his way across the room, dreading having to go back to the cheerful atmosphere and mingle with them all, as if nothing had happened.

Descending the stairs he saw Charlie leant against the mantle over the fireplace, he caught his eyes and the dragon tamers' lips quirked, as he lifted his glass in salute and gave him a quick wink. Teddy hastily looked away and felt the colour drain from his face. He escaped to the kitchen, where he almost barrelled into Harry.

"Eh, steady on lad. How you doing?" he asked with a grin,

"Need a drink" Teddy croaked out, Harry chuckled and slapped him on the back,

"That's the spirit" Harry ducked back into the living room as Teddy poured himself a large glass of Brandy, and concentrated on breathing evenly.

A/N: So, thoughts? Comments? You know what to do.