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I Want to Give You a Gift	By : Breezy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10634 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco snapped to attention suddenly and squirmed from Oliver's embrace. He wouldn't meet Oliver's eye.
"Was that a flashback?" Oliver asked, not sure how to address what just happened. Draco flinched but finally turned and looked Oliver in the eyes.
"Yes," he said softly but didn't elaborate. Oliver wasn't sure he wanted Draco to elaborate, he suspected that he already knew why Draco had a flashback. He wondered vaguely why he didn't have flashbacks himself. They sat in silence for a few more minutes. Draco stopped sweating, his pupils returned to normal, as did his breathing.
"Do you need anything?" Oliver asked, not clear on what he could do to help.
"No, not really," Draco replied. He seemed conflicted, but Oliver didn't want to push. A few more minutes went by in silence.
"What happened?" Oliver finally asked. Draco took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.
"Yes, it was a flashback. I haven't had one in awhile, but the blood freaked me out," he said sneaking a look at Oliver. Oliver's expression didn't change. Draco continued. "Back at Hogwarts, end of my fifth year, they got me. I thought because my birthday was at the end of the year, the last day of school, maybe they wouldn't get to me. But they did," he stopped, his eyes unfocused again, but this time he was still in control.
We just finished exams and I was on cloud nine. Pansy let me feel her up under her shirt the night before, I felt really good about exams, everyone in Slytherin catered to me, professors catered to me. I went to clean out my locker in the Quidditch changing rooms. I saw Marcus Flint out of the corner of my eye, but wasn't fast enough to put up a shield charm. Him, or one of his two lackeys, hit me with a body bind spell. Marcus pryed my legs apart. He cast a couple of lube spells and then he started fucking me. I hated it at first, but it kept feeling good, too. I tried hating it, willing my body not to like it. But I came anyway. They laughed at me. Called me a slut. Marcus came in my ass and then Adrian Pucey took over. Then Terrance Higgs. They left me in the shower. I sat there watching the blood run down the drain as the water washed over me.
When I got home, it was madness. The Dark Lord had taken over the manor and Death Eaters were everywhere. My parents were sycophants. I couldn't get either of them alone. I had no one to talk to, so I spent most of my time in my room. Then the Dark Lord summoned me. I was glad. I wanted to be part of the bigger picture but was always shooed away for being a child. Suddenly I was wanted by the Dark Lord himself. I was such a fucking idiot.
When I got there he humiliated me. He knew that Flint and the other boys had gotten to me. He teased me about taking it like a girl and asked me how many times I came. He'd say things like, 'I can tell when you're lying with legilimency," so I had to tell the truth. Then he pushed me over the edge of the long dining room table that everyone sat around. He spread my legs and entered me with no preparation, no lube, nothing. Just started fucking me. When he wasn't getting anywhere like that, he stuck a finger just inside my opening and scratched me hard with a pointy finger nail. Blood went everywhere and he used the blood like lube and started fucking me again. Everyone cheered. My own fucking father stood there and looked out the window like nothing was happening. My mom taught a choir class in the background. I could hear the little girls singing...
What a beautiful Name it is
What a beautiful Name it is
The Name of Voldemort my King
What a beautiful Name it is
Nothing compares to this
What a beautiful Name it is
The Name of Voldemort
After the Dark Lord finished inside of me, he told his followers to have their way with me. While six Death Eaters fucked me rough over the edge of that table, my father just stood there. He didn't move. He didn't even look at me.
You have no rival, You have no equal
Now and forever, the Dark Lord reigns
Yours is the Kingdom, Yours is the glory
Yours is the Name, above all names
What a wonderful Name it is
What a wonderful Name it is
The Name of Voldemort my King
It was like that all summer. Voldemort fucked me and then passed me around to whatever Death Eater was in his favor that day. He liked to humiliate me, to let the others humiliate me. Make me beg to be fucked, beg to be a cum sponge. Then my father had the ultimate failure at the Ministry. My mom's cousin Sirius was dead and Harry Potter was alive. The prophesy was gone, my father was in Azkaban. I wanted so badly to be the hero, to save my family, to stand at Voldemort's side as we reigned victorious. I took the Dark Mark. I was given a mission to kill Dumbledore.
What a powerful Name it is
Nothing can stand against
What a powerful Name it is
The Name of Voldemort
Draco trailed off at the end of the song. His eyes came back into focus. A tear snuck down his cheek. He folded his arms across his knees and rested his head on his arms. Oliver put an arm around him.
"I was fourteen when they got me," Oliver said quietly. He'd only ever told Dennis this before. "The rule was that they were supposed to wait until a guy was fifteen. But I was the guy with the one-eyed dragon between his legs. I had the biggest cock in school and I was only fourteen. They wanted to take me down a peg because of my anatomy," Oliver said in a monotone voice.
"Who was it?" Draco asked sounding angry. Oliver understood being able to be angry that it happened to someone else. But it was hard to be angry when it was himself. Draco seemed to have that detatchment, too.
"Bill and Charlie Weasley. And their friend Anais Jordan," Oliver said barely above a whisper. It felt like he was betraying them. That was the thing, no one talked about it. It was awful to say the words out loud and yet it felt freeing. Like something was lifted from him. Like they didn't have the same power anymore.
"Fuck that," Draco burst out with. "Fucking Gryffindors acting like they were so much better than us in Slytherin. So moralistic. So good. And they were doing fucking rape gangs on fourteen year olds," Draco banged his fist against the floor.
"It was tradition, right," Oliver said laughing angrily. "We were all brainwashed into thinking that this was tradition, that no one would do anything if we told because it was tradition, and everyone was hazed when they turned fifteen so stop complaining. It wasn't gay because it wasn't sex, it was hazing." Draco held his fist in his other hand and looked at Oliver.
"Did it happen a lot?" Draco asked. He didn't necessarily want to know all of the details but the worse it was for Oliver made him feel a little bit better about his own experience. He felt shitty that he felt that way, but it was as it was.
"Yeah, I guess," Oliver said, trying unsucessfully to block the memories flooding back. "It went on for two years because they started when I was fourteen. I'd get caught in a remote hallway by myself, or I'd be the last guy out of the showers somehow, or just in my bed with silencing charms. Everyone knew what was happening, though," he closed his eyes and shook his head as if shaking the memories out of his head.
"Was it just those guys?"
"No, it was all of the sixth and seventh years for two years...like 22 guys, I guess," Oliver counted in his head, not really wanting to know the actual number. Draco nodded.
"For me it was seventeen. Seventeen Death Eaters," Draco said, the two men bonding over their past experiences. He had never said these things to anyone outside of his therapist. A few moments elapsed before Oliver started talking again.
"When I went back for my sixth year, I was captain of the quidditch team, my girlfriend was Katie Bell, my grades didn't suck as bad as usual, and I decided to deflower every boy and girl in my year and the year below. If there was anyone left in my year, anyway," Oliver laughed cynically.
"So did you?" Draco asked trying to imagine Oliver at age sixteen. Oliver age sixteen catching him in a dark hallway, Draco swallowed hard and tried to name all of the Cannons keepers before Oliver to keep from getting hard. He thought of Dolores Umbridge. That did it.
"Yeah, well, except for Harry. And Ron," Oliver said wrinkling his brow. "I made someone a promise about both of them," he explained. "And a couple of people got hit by the rape gangs like I had. But the girls were all virgins before I had them," he looked over at Draco and caught his eye. "I never raped anyone. Never. I didn't join any rape gangs and I never forced anyone to do anything," he said with conviction.
"I know man, I can tell by how you were with me, from what Harry told me. You may be an asshole..." Draco trailed off as Oliver shoved him in the shoulder and they both laughed. No one spoke again for awhile after they stopped laughing.
"Is there something I was supposed to do when you had your flashback?" Oliver asked. He wasn't normally so considerate, but when he saw Draco trapped in the flashback something inside of him snapped. It made him care.
"No, man. You did the right thing, Thank you for holding me," Draco said leaning into Oliver's arm. Oliver lifted it and put it back around Draco's shoulders. Draco moved in even more and wrapped his arms around Oliver's midsection.
"The floor is really starting to hurt," Oliver said after a few moments. He shifted, and Draco sat up.
"Yeah, that was really uncomfortable," Draco said stretching from side to side. He got up and offered a hand to Oliver. Oliver used it to pull himself up. He grabbed Draco and pulled him in close for a hug.
"Sleep now, fuck later?" he said pulling apart so that their lips were not quite touching. Draco laughed a little. He kissed Oliver's lips. Oliver pulled away, teasing. Their lips touched again. Draco pulled Oliver by the hand back into bed and soon they were both asleep.
The next morning Oliver woke up before Draco. He took care of his personal business in the bathroom and then got back in bed with Draco and checked his messages. He texted a few people and read some emails. Draco woke up and looked up at him sleepily.
"Hey," he said smiling a lazy, sexy smile.
"Hey," Oliver said and leaned down to kiss him. "Wanna give me a blow job while I check my mesages?" he asked. He liked being bold. Why not ask for what you want? Especially when the other person has such amazing blow job skills.
"Why not?" Draco shrugged and pulled back the blankets. He leaned down and took Oliver's member in his hand and stoked it slowly. It was hard instantly. He had to prop himself up to nearly sitting to be able to suck the end as it stood erect. Oliver went back to his phone while Draco sucked his cock like a lollipop.
Oliver texted Dennis and Daphne regarding Blaise's party. On a whim, he introduced the two and they got along amazingly well. They planned the entire party together. Oliver was glad, too, because it meant that he didn't have to do anything except show up and host the party. He was also glad that they made fast friends. It was better for him that they weren't jealous of one another and it helped him keep an eye on Dennis.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," he said throwing his phone down on the bed. He grabbed the sheets in one hand and the back of Draco's head with the other. Draco kept sucking and Oliver came deep in his mouth. He pulled Draco's head up and grabbed his cock with the other hand. He sprayed cum across Draco's nose and eye and into his hair. Draco groaned and got up off the bed and looked in the mirror.
"I am never doing that for you again," he said wiping as much cum off his eyelid as he could without getting any in his eye.
"Awww, c'mon," Oliver coaxed. "Come back over here and let's be gentlemen about it," He said raising his eyebrows at Draco. Draco quickly wiped his face clean with his tshirt and let Oliver pull him back into bed. Oliver immediately went down on him, taking Draco's hard cock all the way in his mouth and sucking. He sucked his way up Draco's cock and focused only on the tip, sucking in and out. Draco arched his back and bucked his hips forward. Oliver took the cock hard into his mouth and it hit the back of his throat. He let Draco thrust forward and hit the back several more times before he pulled back to catch his breath. Oliver had spit hanging from his bottom lip. Draco caught it with his finger and pressed it back into Oliver's mouth. Oliver sucked Draco's fingers wetly. Draco pulled his fingers out of Oliver's mouth and Oilver went back to sucking Draco's dick.
"Fuuuuucccckkkkkk, fuck, fuck, fuck," Draco chanted right before he came inside of Oliver's mouth. Oliver held on and sucked all the cum from Draco's cock. He pulled off and showed Draco the puddle of cum that collected at the bottom of his mouth. Then Oliver swallowed the whole load and showed Draco his empty mouth. Draco laughed.
"Okay," he said pulling Oliver closer. "I'll let you do that anytime as long as were gentlemen," he said and then kissed Oliver.
"Fuck yeah," Oliver replied into the kiss. "I want to do lots of gentlemanly things with you," he said. Draco moaned in agreement.
A/N: I modified the lyrics to the song, What a Beautiful Name, by Hillsong Worship.
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