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Rage	By : blake5156 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3657 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 3: Baby

Draco peeked in the locker room of the gym, listening closely for any signs of Potter. When he was sure the coast was clear, he stepped in and began to shower.
‘What in the bloody hell just happened?’ Draco wondered. He was still in a state of shock over the whole ordeal.
He thought about it from the beginning. It started with the boxing. He could only imagine the glee Potter felt, finally having a legitimate excuse to punch Draco in the face. Same, he thought.
What he did not understand was Potter’s defiant anger about it afterwards, as if some sort of secret had been revealed. He expected a shy, embarrassed, spluttering Potter, not a livid one.
He may have been able to understand Potter getting off on hurting him. It happens. Men get unexplainable erections all the time, at the slightest breeze, though less so at Draco and Harry’s age, but still, it happened. No big deal. No harm, no foul.
His attitude after is what vexed Draco.
He was worried this would alter the dynamic between he and Potter, and that was the last thing he wanted. It was not the best relationship one could hope for between colleagues, but had been working fine, thus far. He did not want things to become awkward, uncomfortable, or (more) unbearable.
Worse still, what if Potter kept Draco from going out on cases, or he somehow found a reason to fire him? As the Head Auror, he had the authority to do just  that. He could remove him from any case, even from his job, as he had Shacklebolt’s support in everything he did.
He needed to speak to someone about this. The first person he thought of was Blaise.
Draco sighed. Blaise would immediately jump to the wrong conclusions about Potter, having insisted in the past that Draco had a crush on the savior dating back to their boyhood days, a fact that Draco vehemently denied.
He would think that Draco had imagined it, or worse, that Potter, perfect Potter, with his boyish charms and perfect family somehow had a crush on Draco, a preposterous notion.
Draco was not blind, of course. He could acknowledged that Potter was a very handsome man. This was just a fact. He was universally attractive and his savior status only added to his mystique. Everything about Potter oozed sexual power. His body, his face, his voice, the way he moved, striding about with inflated confidence that was well-deserved. Even his hands were attractive, thick tanned fingers, covered with callouses.
His cock stirred, that treacherous organ. An image came unbidden in his mind. Potter’s calloused hands caressing his body, his torso gleaming with sweat so fresh in his mind, as he worked Draco over slowly.
Draco had keenly felt his erection through his clothes, and it was no small organ. It felt heavy against his thigh. He imagined it brushing against his lips.
He was fully hard now, cursing himself. There was nothing for it. He stroked his cock slowly. He closed his eyes, the image of Potter’s hateful defiant glare, right before he threw his gloves off was at the forefront of his mind as he quickly and quietly brought himself to orgasm, Potter’s name on his lips.
He bowed his head in defeat and couldn’t help but think, Potter’s winning.
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When he reached the floo in the atrium, he made a last minute decision to floo call Blaise. He decided not to bring up the Potter situation, but he desperately needed a stiff drink.
Blaise’s wards were keyed to let him in directly, but the polite thing to do was to floocall first, to see if he was available.
Blaise answered and told him to just come through next time. There was no need to call. He needed to wash up and would be right down.
A house elf, Pippy, greeted him immediately, “Hello master Draco, can Pippy offer you a refreshment while you is waiting?”
“Yes Pippy, Firewhisky please.”
She popped out of sight and by the time she had returned, Blaise was already heading down the master staircase, shirtless,  wearing black silk pajama bottoms. A matching silk robe, undone, was hanging on his shoulders.
Blaise was a vision as he descended the stairs of his mansion, smaller than Draco’s, but matching in opulence. His  tanned abs rippled in the fire light from the hearth. His robe billowed behind him.
It seemed a waste that such a beautiful man lived alone in such a house. He was wasted on Draco. He couldn’t bear the thought of Blaise living alone too much longer. He deserved someone to love who loved him in return. He had so much love to give, and Draco just kept swallowing it whole.
Pippy had the foresight to bring two firewhiskeys and set them on the table in the parlor before disapparating.  Draco rose from the forest green velvet couch to greet Blaise.
He went to embrace him into a man hug, but Blaise moved towards his mouth instead, kissing Draco full on the lips.
“Twice in one day? This must be my lucky day.”
Draco smiled sadly as he sat back down, cradling his firewhiskey.
He enjoyed the burn as it slid down his throat, warming his belly.
“I have to get back to the manor soon. Scorp is waiting up for me.”
Blaise rose his eyebrows at that. Recently, Draco came to Blaise’s for the purposes of sex after work. They would usually go to the clubhouse for drinks. They exchanged a few long minutes of silence, staring at the fire in the hearth.
“What’s wrong Draco?”
Draco was slow to reply. He wanted so badly to tell Blaise what was going on. If they had maintained a normal friendship, it would be nothing to tell him. As it is, Draco’s selfishness had driven him to this point.
Blaise was the only man Draco had ever been with, unable to trust others enough not to out him to the public. Draco’s reputation was a fragile thing already. He could not risk it. His family would be destroyed.
Aside from jumping to the wrong conclusions, Draco feared that Blaise would be jealous of Potter, and that was the the last thing he wanted. It would result in unnecessary drama.  He did not want Blaise to feel undervalued.
Then again, he thought, finishing his first firewhiskey and pouring another, it might be good to use this as a way to put some distance between him and Blaise. Things had become a little intense between them, especially during their Rome trip, and some distance would do them good.
Before he could muster up the courage, Blaise beat him to the punch, “Did you see Potter tonight?”
Draco looked up at Blaise who wore a stoic expression and did not meet his eyes, choosing instead to stare at the fire. His shoulders were slumped forward. He looked strangely vulnerable.
He couldn’t do it. He could not bring up another man to him in this way, especially not Potter. Potter was his weak point.
He knew, deep down, the way the hunched man felt about him, though his conscious self always tried to deny it. He knew he was a selfish prick for fucking Blaise so frequently the last few months, taking him on romantic weekend getaways.
Draco downed his second firewhiskey and stood up to load a third.
“I was just thinking about you.” It wasn’t a lie. Blaise perked up at that.
“I was thinking what a shame it is that such a beautiful man lives all alone. When are you going to start a family Blaise?”
Blaise sighed as he finished his first firewhiskey and slammed the glass down. “Draco, you’re not my mother. I don’t need you to fret over me. I am a wealthy grown man with no limit of prospects. If I wanted to date, I would”
“Then why don’t you?”
In the past, Blaise would claim that he did go out on dates, all the time, but they turned out to be duds and only after his money. Clearly, the man did not realize how attractive and wonderful he was.
He had been in relationships before, but none stuck for longer than 6 months.  Granted, he would still have occasional sex with Draco over those months, but sparingly, and back then, Draco was sure it was only a friendly poke. It had to be.
He mostly dated women and did so in a very public manner, but he sometimes entertained gay wizards in private.
When he made the latter choice, it infuriated Draco and he became jealous, showing up to fuck Blaise at odd hours, reminding him to whom his ass really belonged.
What was the point of that? He had Draco for those sexual urges, and besides, no family could come from it.
Homosexuality was not necessarily taboo in the Wizarding world for the commoners, but it certainly was still taboo in the ultra conservative pureblood world. All the laws, dating back centuries, involved a legitimate heir to pass down your legacy, inheritance, and name.
It was not wholly uncommon to hear of male pureblood wizards taking a male lover on the side, but all were most certainly married. This was the proper protocol.
Rumors were flying about Blaise’s persistent bachelorhood in pureblood circles, especially recently, as Blaise had not been spotted out on dates with pureblood women in quite some time.
Pureblood witches of impeccable breeding and gay wizards, for that matter, begged for his attention as he was one of the pureblood’s elite, their most eligible bachelor.
Draco often joked that Blaise’s sexual prowess was such that he ’turned’ Draco, that he could ‘turn’ anyone, no matter how straight they claimed to be. Blaise believes the same is true of Draco.
Blaise knew the rules. Keep it casual. Being openly homosexual was not an option for men like them. He would make sure to keep up appearances and be seen publicly with these pureblood women to squash the rumors, but had been falling short of his obligations, as of late.
Draco waited for the typical ‘they’re all after my money’ speech from Blaise to explain why he hadn’t been dating recently.
This time, however, he just stared at Draco, blue eyes piercing and answered harshly,
“Why do you think?”
Draco felt his face heating up, whether it was from the firewhiskey or from his heavy accusatory gaze, he did not know, but he did know he was in dangerous waters.
Blaise was breaking the rules.
Draco stood and walked closer to the fire, his back to Blaise as he swirled his firewhiskey in the glass. He saw Potter’s face in his mind again, his defiant look, strong and muscular, dripping with sweat.
He thanked circe that Blaise was no legillimans before answering,
“Maybe it’s time we stop this then.”
Silence.
After a few minutes, “What’s this really about Draco? What happened tonight after work?”
Curse the gods for this particular side effect of over 20 years of friendship. Blaise knew him too well.
He came up behind him and hugged Draco around his chest.
“Let me take you upstairs and make it better, hm?” he said softly.
“…come on, you know I’m your good boy. I’ll make it worth your while.”
Draco was tempted, very tempted to see just how good a boy Blaise could be.
He paused, letting Draco take this in, then,
“…I’ve bought some more rope,” he whispered in his ear.
The conjured rope always chaffed. Draco refused to use it on him.
Draco’s cock twitched, stirring to life once more. Blasted firewhiskey.
Blaise knew exactly what to say to get the blood pumping south.
He always took it so well too, never complained when Draco pounded into him too rough or tied his wrists together too tightly.
He was playing dirty. He knew nothing pleased him more than to tie Blaise up to the headboard, his body stretched taught, completely under his power. They had not done rope play in a while.
Draco’s cock started to harden to half-mast the more he thought of it, against his consent. He had already cum twice today. He willed it down. He was like a randy teenager these past few months; he had no idea what had gotten into him.
He could not give in.
He wanted to be home in time to tuck in Scorpius. Besides, he had just fucked Blaise 8 ways from Sunday this past weekend and had an interlude with him this morning. Worst of all, his mind was full of Potter.
No, absolutely not.
He made sure to allow at least one week to pass before jumping into bed with him, both to maintain distance and allow Blaise to fully recuperate. Blaise had to be sore from yesterday morning in Rome, and the waters were murky enough as it is.
He needed to allow a cool down period between them. In the past, they had gone months without being sexual but still saw each other often. They could do that again. They had to. He needed to let Blaise explore other options.
The reasons not to fuck Blaise were endless.
“I can’t Blaise. I have to be home in a half hour to tuck in Scorpius.”
Blaise’s fingers were daringly caressing his lower abdomen softly now, underneath his shirt. He moved closer behind Draco who could now feel his fully erect cock against his backside.
He was rarely this forward. He usually allowed Draco to control the reigns. Draco decided when and where, and Blaise would always be willing.
Blaise moved his hand lower, to dip beneath his trousers and touch his half-hard cock. He stroked it leisurely, his warm hand bringing Draco to full hardness after only a few strokes.
He felt Blaise smile against his neck as he kissed him just below his left ear—Draco’s hotspot.
Potter’s angry face flashed behind his closed eyes as he laid his head back on Blaise’s right shoulder.
“Please…I need you inside me. It could be quick.”
“I can’t.”
Draco’s resistance was wearing. He had imbibed too much firewhiskey, to be sure, but he held fast, gripping his glass of firewhiskey hard enough to break. It trembled in his hand, the ice clinking, as Blaise tongued his neck.
“Please, baby…”
The glass shattered, pieces flying everywhere as Draco’s eyes shot open in anger.
Draco turned around abruptly and circled his hand around Blaise’s neck, squeezing hard, choking the air out of him.
With his other hand, he drew his wand and summoned a gag that tied itself to Blaise’s mouth.
He threw Blaise, face forward, on the green velvet couch. He tore off his silk robe and pushed his silk pajama bottoms down to his knees in a frenzy, exposing his bare ass to the air.
He used his wand to tie Blaise’s wrists together behind his naked back with conjured thick black rope.
It would chafe, but the man had brought this upon himself.
Breaking all the rules and calling him ‘baby’, what was he thinking? He knew what that blasted pet name did to him. He often wondered if he used it on purpose, to set him off.
He had to pay the price.
Without warning, he slapped his ass extremely hard, hard enough to leave a hand print in red with the first blow. Blaise rocked forward into the cushion.
Four more blows followed in quick succession. Blaise was moaning behind his gag, whether in pain or pleasure, Draco did not know.
He peaked around Blaise to check on his cock. It was fully hard, dripping copiously now. Blaise always loved a good spanking.
His ass was high in the air, his face down, pushed into the cushion, his hands tied behind his back. The vision made Draco impossibly harder.
He slapped his ass again, harder this time. Five more blows followed.
“Is this what you want, baby?” Draco said, in a mocking,cruel tone of disgust. *slap*
Blaise nodded his head.
Draco landed yet another punishing blow. Blaise’s ass was blotching an angry red now, all over. He shut his eyes tightly at the pain, but his cock did not waver from full hardness.
“Are you my little cock whore? Just a hungry hole waiting for me to fuck?” Draco growled angrily.
Blaise nodded again.
Draco slapped his ass once more, this time hard enough for Blaise to fly forward  and collapse face first into the cushion with a strangled noise. Draco’s hand was sore now.
He grabbed the rope to hoist him back on his feet, but his upper body remained bent forward and downward.
Blaise’s knees began to tremble at the pain and position, but he remained on his feet, an impressive feat. He could not use his hands to balance himself as they were tied behind him.
Draco pointed his wand at his ass so it filled with slippery lube. He pushed his own trousers down just enough to free his cock and spelled some lube onto it as well.
Not bothering to prepare him with his fingers, he lined up his cock with Blaise’s hole and pushed forward half way.
Draco groaned. Blaise was unconscionably tight around his cock, even though they had fucked continuously for 3 days just this past weekend.
Draco had never taken him like this before. He preferred taking his time, always preparing him thoroughly, sucking on his cock leisurely while he fingered him gently.
Draco pulled out slightly and pushed  back in further, now three quarters of the way in. He clenched around him brutally.  He could only imagine how much it hurt for Blaise, as muffled pained sounds escaped him in bursts.
Draco imagined they were Potter’s pained moans.
Draco’s mind cleared at that for a moment as he stilled, dizzy from the firewhiskey and the sensation around his cock,  both hands gripping the rope around Blaise’s wrists for leverage.
This was his best friend, not some nameless cockwhore, no matter what Draco said in the heat of the moment. He was angry at himself for thinking of Potter at a time like this. It felt like betrayal.
He stroked his free hand down Blaise’s back and started whispering sweetly,
“Shh…take a deep breath…You’re so beautiful bent over like this…I want you so much…I know you can take it Blaise…Open up for me…Just breathe.”
Blaise loosened up slightly allowing Draco to thrust shallowly but comfortably. Eventually, he thrust forward all the way to hilt, not pausing for him to adjust.
He reached around to grasp Blaise’s cock, surprised it was still half hard.
Blaise exhaled loudly through his nose as Draco stroked it back to full hardness.
Finally, his cock was gliding in smoothly and he set a steady pace. He put both hands back on deck and began to move with deep punishing thrusts.
He had not forgotten his objective.
“You take it so good Blaise. Such a good boy.”
Blaise moaned at being called a good boy. He always did.
He picked up the pace. The sound of his balls slapping against Blaise’s arse filled the room. Draco was not going to last much longer. It was all too much.
He leaned some of his weight on the ropes and reached around to stroke him to completion while still maintaining a punishing pace.
“Cum for me.”
Draco’s hand was flying across his cock. Blaise groaned loudly, and he clenched around around him as he came all over the green velvet cushion with the loudest moan yet.
Draco adjusted to grab his wrists again.  He was fucking into him hard and fast now.
He pulled back on his roped wrists with two hands as he thrust forward, forcing Blaise to meet him half way, doubling the force of impact.
“My” *thrust* “good” *thrust* “boy” *thrust* and then he stilled, buried deep inside him, cumming hard.
He was gasping for air now. He could hardly catch his breath.
He let the aftershocks of his orgasm fade, and he pulled out of him, stumbling on broken glass in the process. It cracked and crunched beneath his shoes. The sound struck him with a deep sadness. He wiped his forehead which was drenched in sweat. He quickly tucked his half hard cock back into his trousers and buttoned them closed.
The whole thing was over in under fifteen minutes but had felt like a long battle. He was drained completely, and a wave of exhaustion overtook him.
He was fully dressed as he looked down at Blaise, naked but for the pajama bottoms sagging sadly around his ankles. He was still bound, gagged, and bent over, his ass stained red.
Shame and regret filled him at the sight.
He had not come here for this.
Why did he come here?
Of course, Saint Potter, he thought venomously. He refused to think of him now.
He used his wand to vanish the rope and the gag. Blaise collapsed forward, knees hitting the ground, still not moving.
Draco cast a weightless charm on him and picked him up easily. His pajama bottoms slipped off him. He held Blaise like a damsel, close to his body, one arm around his upper back, and the other behind his knees. His arms were swinging lifelessly as he carried him towards the stairs. He was vulnerable, naked, and wrecked. Draco had to take care of him.
His head was leaning heavily on Draco’s chest and his eyes were closed. The only sign of life was his heavy breathing.
As Draco climbed the stairs, Blaise wrapped his arms around his neck and cooed softly.
When he reached his bedroom, he kissed him tenderly on his forehead and set him down gently on the bed.
Blaise winced when his backside touched the sheets and he turned around to lie flat on his stomach instead. His chaffed wrists were resting on the pillow on either side of his head.
“I’m going to heal you now,” Draco said.
Suddenly, Blaise shot his hand out to grab Draco’s wand arm tightly.
“Leave it.”
His voice sounded scratchy and broken, as if raw from underuse.
This saddened Draco, but he tucked his wand back into its holster. He could not deny him now.
He stroked his back and hair lovingly before leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.
Then he left the room, closing the door softly behind him.
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