Sixth Cup

Familial Visits

Harry ran all the way to the pub he knew Viktor would be at. His feet hurt, his face was reddened with tears that began to spill as his anger subsided and a saddening guilt took over. I was so fucking stupid what was I thinking? He cried to himself as he ran.

The pub was a bit of a dirty-looking place, a smoky place filled with men of all shapes and sizes, the smell of cigar smoke and beer assaulting Harry's nostrils as he ran inside. He hated smoking, and was entirely grateful that Viktor never took up that habit. He found his boyfriend at the bar front, sitting on a barstool and laughing at a joke Vincent Crabbe made. The thick man, thick with a mixture of muscle and fat, giggling perverted with his joke. It was always perverted jokes with Crabbe. Harry rushed to Viktor and latched onto his back, "Viktor," he cried.

"Princess? What's going on?" Viktor slurred, turning around. "My sweet princess has graced us with his presence!" he said to his friends. He was drunk, but Harry didn't care.

"Viktor please," Harry cried. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry."

Viktor noticed Harry's grief-filled face and seemed to sober up instantly. "Harry… Harry baby what's wrong?" He asked, pulling the smaller boy up easily. Harry latched onto his neck and cried into his chest.

Harry looked up only for a second, his eyes shining with tears, "Please…" he whispered.

Viktor nodded. He moved Harry so he was being carried like a baby, his head still buried in Viktor's chest, and stood up. "I'll talk to you lot later," he said. Harry felt his body bouncing slightly as Viktor ran home, earning them odd looks and stares, but neither men cared. They passed by Mrs. Lestrange who tried to stop them, but Viktor flashed through her, up the staircases, onto their floor, and into their apartment.

Harry was never happier to be in the dingy little space as Viktor moved him gently to the bed, and knelt down to remove his shoes. "Rest princess," he whispered, "I'll take care of you…"

"I'm sorry," Harry sniffled, feeling grateful for Viktor's actions. This is the man he fell in love with. The kind, gentle man who will strong hand Harry during their intimate moments.

"Shh… it's okay princess, I'll get you your drink, and then you can tell me what happened," Viktor whispered. "How do you want to be dressed…"

"Naked please," Harry murmured. Viktor nodded and slowly undressed Harry, kissing his flesh as it appeared from the clothes. Harry just closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment of gentleness from Viktor, trying his best to forget what happened with Draco, and his feelings he felt in that moment. When he was fully naked, Harry laid on the bed as Viktor moved to their kitchen. There was a small clinkering of cups, silence, then the sound of their teapot whistling a couple of minutes later.

Viktor walked in with a steaming tea cup and placed it next to the bed. He removed his clothes, revealing his sculped, masculine muscled body and flaccid thick dick. Harry sat up in the bed and took a sip of the hot chocolate Viktor made for him. Viktor got into the bed and pulled his princess onto him, so that Harry was relaxing against his chest, his flaccid cock pressing against Harry's opening. "What happened princess?" he asked.

Harry sniffled. "I love you," he began. "I love you so much Viktor… even when you get in your moods. Even when I miss the gentleness… I love you so much. … But I betrayed that, I betrayed you. I lied. I wasn't going out with friends from work. I was going out with one friend, a costumer. For a second I thought about the gentleness love gives, how… how it would feel as he looked as though he would give me that gentleness. But I never was going to act on it, I felt guilty enough just having those thoughts Viktor. I focused on just being friends with him, to keep it as being friends. We went to this fancy-looking restaurant. A place that we could never afford with our jobs now… I ran into your boss… he scares me but you need the money, we need the money, until you make it big with our modeling dream… He left, leaving just me and my friend. We talked, it was awkward yet nice at the same time. I… I forgot what exactly we were talking about but… before the appetizers even came… he kissed me" Tears were falling from Harry's face again, fresh with a guilty sadness. "It lasted for a second but the worst thing about it is that it reminded me of you, how you kissed me… showing me your dominance, my open submission and the gentleness that we both know is there."

He felt Viktor's arms tighten around his body. When the man spoke, his voice was strained, "What did you do… princess?"

"Pushed him away… punched him in the face," Harry said, earning himself a sad chuckle. "And then I ran all the way to you. Please Viktor… won't you forgive me?"

"This is not your fault my princess," Viktor said, though he held onto Harry tightly. "It is that disgusting, horrible perverted friend of yours! Which one was it? The black one? Or one of the Irish ones?"

Harry frowned. "I…it was…" He tried to say Draco's name but found that his voice failed him. "I can't… please Viktor, make me forget. In that kiss, it was like he was marking me as his property when I am your princess! Please… make me forget."

"I will baby, I will," Viktor nodded. "Do you want me to be gentle?"

Harry thought for a moment before shaking his head, "No… no that would only make me think of him even more so. Force it out."

"Then put down your cup and present your pussy to me," Viktor commanded.

Harry did as he was told, putting the hot chocolate to the side and shifted down the bed, extending his ass as he laid down on his chest. "Please…" he begged, reaching back to spread his cheeks.

Viktor's cock filled instantly. "Do you want me to—"

"No, please… shove it in," Harry begged. Viktor got a predatory look in his eyes and smirked. He reached for the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube. Opening it, he coated one finger with the lube and pressed it into Harry's well-used hole which opened automatically from five years of regular fucking. He curled his finger around the tight wet heat, spreading the lube as much as he can, before pulling out his finger roughly, and angling his cock.

"Count princess," He demanded.

"One… two… thr—AHHH!" On the count of three Viktor pushed his cock fully into Harry. He did not stop until his balls were pressed against Harry's taint. He waited for only a moment before beginning fucking Harry at a rapid, brutal pace. Violent sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room, along with Harry's blissful moans. This, right here, is what he needed right now.

Viktor fucked Harry for a straight hour, both of them cumming multiple times. In the end, Harry's hole was red and gapping, cum dripping from it that Viktor licked up as he ate Harry's hole, Harry on his back his lower half pulled up to Viktor.

"Such a pretty pussy princess," Viktor muttered.

"I like that… calling it a pussy," Harry blushed.

Viktor looked up and smirked. "Then it is your pussy, my pretty pussy princess."

They spent the rest of the weekend alone in their apartment, fucking the hours away. Neither of them wanted to talk about their jobs, or what happened to Harry so they avoided it. There was no arguments, Viktor treated on Harry's hand and foot and the small man loved it. On Monday, their lives went on as usual. Viktor complained that Harry had to work, but much to his relief, it was as though Viktor's complaints were much less serious than when he began. Though Harry did notice a small annoyance, and anger that radiated from Draco, whom Harry still haven't ratted out.

At work, Harry did not mention the date to anyone, and was relieved when Draco came in and had Blaise take his order while Harry dealt with an annoying woman. Harry noticed every now and again Remus would come in and look at him oddly before being greeted by Sirius. It gave Harry chills, and even though he was using their apartment every now and again to shower.

When work was over, Viktor and Harry would fuck then sleep before repeating their pattern the next day.

And so, with a somewhat stabile life, two weeks passed. Where everything came crashing down.

Ring Ring. Ring Ring.

Harry frowned. It was the middle of the day and his phone was ringing. He was in the employee's room, so he was free to answer it. Raising the phone to his ear without seeing who was calling him, he said, "Hello?"

"Harry, it is so good to hear your voice again." It was a female voice. Harry's mouth openly dropped. He hadn't heard his mother's voice in three years.

"Mum…" he whispered.

"Yes Harry, it's me," Lily Potter said. "Your father and I have been so worried for you. Listen, we've saved enough money to come and visit for a bit, we're staying with a couple old time friends we haven't seen since forever for a month. I was wondering if the three of us could come together for a bit of lunch when we get there."

"I-I… yeah Mum… I would love that," Harry nodded, still in disbelief that his mother was calling him now after he haven't been in contact with her or his father for years. He found that he was smiling.

"Brilliant, I cannot wait to see you again sweetie," Mrs. Potter said. She wavered for a bit before saying hesitantly, "Incidentally… I was wondering if you and Viktor—"

"Yes mother, we are still together," Harry nodded. "In fact… we both gotten new jobs. His is higher-paying, but that does not matter."

"That's… good," Mrs. Potter said, though Harry could clearly hear the disappointment in her voice. "Well Harry, I have to pack. We have a long drive on Friday if we want to get there before the afternoon."

"Yeah, of course… Mum?"

"Yes Sweetie?"

"… I love you…"

"I love you too Harry, see you on Friday."

A/N: I'm planning on smaller, sweeter chapters instead of long drawn out ones for this story. Hopefully it means I can upload more frequently for this small, cute story.