Loyalties | By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5763 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Warning: So... equal fucking in this. No permanent bottoms or top, they switch around. If anyone has a proper, short term for this, please let me know so I can put it in the warnings properly.
Author's Notes: Alright, I may have a thing for the whole 'magical creature' theme. >_< It's fun. Lots of unnecessary swearing in this, plus a bit of fighting and pain. Nothing too nasty... well, except the sex. <3 Now complete!
Big thanks to all the people who have reviewed the completed 'Bending Time.' It's one of my favorites, especially the ending! XD and I'm glad to hear other people like it too. As for the angry chick asking what Shouta is. It's a content option AFF gives writers when posting their fics, referring to an older man being attracted to a younger boy. Google would have been much faster than pissing me off with your rant.
Beta: Not yet. ^^; You’ll have to wait till after I finish the first draft for your eyes to stop bleeding. >D
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Loyalties
“Excuse me, sleeping beauty, but we would like a word.”
Draco stirred from his slumber, blinking wearingly into the darkness of his curtained bed. Damn, he had been having the hottest dream involving leather and some weird panther… That he really didn’t want to decipher too much, now that he thought about it…
“Is he even there?”
“He’s there. Probably just asleep.”
Draco growled, recognizing Crabbe and Goyle’s voices whispering behind his bed curtains. He debated getting up and beating the shit out of the two, or falling back to sleep. Weird or not, it had been a good dream… certainly more interesting than whatever it was those two idiots wanted…
“For fuck sake, just charm the damn thing open!”
Eye’s shooting open, Draco jumped from his bed, pushing the curtains aside to grab his wand from the nightstand. It wasn't there. His stomach plummeting, he turned slowly to the group of students staring him down menacingly.
Blaise Zabini was in front, face lit from below with a lumos. He was smiling chillingly, like a predator staring down his prey before the death blow.
Eyes narrowing, Draco crouched and pointed himself towards the door currently blocked by the seventh year Slytherin class, peppered with some large sixth years. Accessing quickly, Draco surged forward, slashing the gap between the two smallest students with his claws.
Bodies pressed in, getting behind him and turning him, an elbow to his face stunning him momentarily. Quickly Draco kneed Goyle in the crotch, and whirled, punching the nearest face, and ducking and smashing into another's stomach.
“Fucking stun him!” Draco ducked again but fists hit his side. Catching sight of Blaise's bastard face, he lunged and pushed him back into the wall with a crunch against the stone. A spell hit Draco in the middle of the back and he felt his spine tighten and refuse to move.
Snarling, he curled claws around Blaise's throat and crushed until someone had the nerve to pull him away.
“Fucking Malfoy, just stay the fuck down.” Three stunners hit him at once and Draco fell to the ground, body contorted painfully, ears ringing as he lost his ability to hear. He focused on his muscles, trying to get them to tense out of the spell while Blaise kicked him repeatedly.
There had been too many attackers in too small a space. Even with Draco's unnatural strength and violent nature there hadn't been room to deal enough damage to effectively defend himself. The Slytherins had planned accordingly, knowing that being wandless wouldn't cripple Draco and bringing enough bodies to take him out.
Hands pulled him upright and a hood was thrown over his head, and then the weight of a heavy cloak. He was dimly aware of arms lifting him up and the awkward lurch of being carried.
Of course the Slytherins weren't stupid enough to do this business in the dorms and incriminate themselves. Blaise had brains, which only made him that more dangerous.
Still focusing on his muscles, Draco noticed when they began to loosen minutely. He wasn't down yet. Still alive. Still proud. He could go to the grave if it was on his terms. He just hadn't expected it to be this soon.
The cloak and hood were removed and Draco glared, his eyes and ears working again but muscles still resisting control. He didn't recognize the room, but he did the students. As if realizing their mistake, someone tied a blindfold over his eyes, pulling tight.
They stripped Draco while he counted faces in his head, memorizing everyone he would destroy once he was free. Hands roughly tore his night clothes off, going so far as to take his briefs. His arms were then wrenched above his head and clasped into heavy chains.
Draco wouldn't plead. Let the fuckers think they had him. It was just his body; none of them had the power to take his will.
A faint whistling noise was his only warning before his head snapped back with a crack, a hand brutally connecting with his face.
“That's for my fucking neck, Malfoy,” Blaise hissed in his ringing ear.
Draco could only assume that Blaise was no longer smiling. Score one for him.
He was prepared for the second punch to the face, but not for the next that hit his stomach and stole his breath, forcing him to gasp for air his lungs couldn't take in. The shackles bit into his wrist painfully as he bent over, but the pain helped him focus on finding his air again.
His housemates were talking, trying to decide what exactly to do with him. Given some of the murderous suggestions, Draco realized he must have severely fucked up somewhere. Confusing, since he had not seen any signs of discontent in his housemates before that night.
Blaise's voice broke through the rumble, far closer to Draco than the others. “I'm sure you're wondering why we had to go through such measures just to get you alone, Draco.”
Actually, he wasn't. Draco had realized that this chat with his housemates was inevitable. News had reached Hogwarts only a week ago of his father's very public rebellion against Voldemort. He had just not expected the extreme vigor his supposed friends had for this meeting. Apparently they had seen it as personal. That he had not anticipated it was a mistake that Draco was not positive he was going to survive.
Someone slapped him, hard, his cheek stinging numbly. “Speak up, you fucking waste.”
Draco waited a moment out of sheer stubbornness, and then finally snapped a reply. “I assumed it had to do with you being too fucking weak to beat me in a fair fight, asshole.”
Blaise laughed harshly. “I know my limits. You're the goddamn dueling champion, tied only with that shithead, Potter. And everyone knows just how dangerous your blood can get when given the chance. We're not fools.”
Draco raised a brow, unseen beneath the cloth covering his eyes. Commenting on how fucking stupid the whole lot of them were was not going to help him at the moment. Draco would wait until free and armed to hex that lesson into them.
“You see, Malfoy. There have been rumors circulating. Rumors that have certain interested parties very concerned.”
Draco frowned, searching his memory for anything he may have heard whispered about him. Recently it had all been about Lucius and speculation if Draco was going to have a breakdown over it.
“Could you try to be a little more specific? I can't imagine how McGonagall's new sock fetish concerns me.” Draco didn't hide his anger from his voice. Blaise wouldn't believe anything he said anyways, not after Draco had crossed him before.
Snickers ran through the room, dark cruel cackles. These weren't children anymore. Draco should have been paying attention; he should have noticed. But he had been so busy worrying about his family and his own physical changes to notice how things had been going to shit around him.
“I think you know what I'm talking about, Malfoy. During a certain Potions class. A certain Gryffindor... You didn't seem to have any problem talking at all then.”
Draco furrowed his brows, racking his brain to try and figure out what the fuck Blaise was ranting about. “What? When we started partner work...? What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”
“Don't fucking play with me!” Blaise yelled, wrapping an unyielding hand to Draco's throat. He laughed cruelly as Draco reflexively gasped. “The whole class heard you talking with him as if you were best friends. Then the very next day the Ministry just happens to take out the reserve stores.”
Draco would have snorted if Blaise's hand wasn't clutching his throat so tight. “You think I'm relaying information? How fucking stupid do you think I am?”
“You tell me. What could have been so interesting that you spent a whole double period talking to Scarhead? You were laughing with him.”
Fingers threaded through Draco's hair and he repressed a disgusted shudder. “Just because he won't let you in his pants, Zabini, doesn't mean you should freak the fuck out when he shows an interest in me,” Draco taunted sharply.
He realized he had struck a nerve when Blaise immediately pulled back and punched him in the jaw. The pain was worth the information.
“You're a fucking imbecile, Zabini. If You-Know-Who finds out you're feeding false information for your own gain, he's going to kill you. The worst part if you put every fucking person in this room in danger. Did you bother telling them the risk—!”
“Shut up! I'm not the one spying for Dumbledore!” Blaise roared, smashing Draco across the face. “All of you out! Now!” He shouted, waiting for the footsteps to fade before returning to Draco.
“How long have you been giving him information? What have you been telling him?”
Draco hissed, quickly losing his temper at the ridiculous accusation. “Unlike you, I value my life. I don't play spy—I'm not that fucking stupid! And just so we're clear, my family isn't in league with Dumbledore either.” Draco spat, blood dribbling from his mouth.
“Let's be serious, Zabini. If Voldemort really thought that I was leaking information I would already be dead. He sure as hell wouldn't send a two-bit, weakling whore like you to get the information from me. You don't even have the power to use Legilimency.”
“I don't need magic, Malfoy.” Blaise's hand grabbed his hair and pulled back painfully, tears stinging at the corner of Draco's eyes. “There are other forms of power. All it takes is the right evidence in the right spot, and the Dark Lord will kill you for me.”
Draco probably should have been terrified; Blaise wasn't in the habit of making idle threats. Instead, Draco laughed, his voice promising pain.
“How about we stop this stupid shit and get to the point? You've always thought I was a threat to your position but you never had the guts to do anything until my father left the protection of You-Know-Who. So you manipulated anyone that has something to lose by saying I'm putting their families at risk by informing on them. Because you want to take me out.
“It's not going to work, Zabini. And once I'm free you're going to regret that you even fucking tried.”
“Oh... but that's where you're wrong, Draco,” Blaise said silkily, pressing lips to the blond's bruised cheek. “You're not going to get free. You're going to hang in this room tonight. And then this room is going to disappear until next Friday, just like it always does. Unfortunately for you, by that time you'll be dead from lack of food and water.”
Dread sliced through Draco, chilling more thoroughly than the cold castle air. Blaise was going to kill him. His housemates were going to stand by and let him starve to death, the bloody fucking cowards!
“It's such a shame it had to be this way, Drake. You know I always had a thing for pretty blonds.” Draco snarled, striking the moment Blaise got too close, sinking teeth into Blaise's cheek.
Howling, Blaise wrenched away, Draco spitting out a chunk of flesh with a frightening smile. “You ever hear of the Furour Ghosts, Zabini? I guarantee I'll be coming back to torment you. Just a month and my soul will have enough power to haunt your fucking ass to the grave!”
Draco laughed menacingly at Blaise's angry shout. The final hit to his gut and loud slam of the door did nothing to dull his dark laughter. They would all suffer by his hands, whether he was fucking alive or not.
*****
“Fuck this is boring... Fucking kill Zabini... I'll fucking kill all of them... Stupid Potter and his damn sense of humor. Just had to laugh, didn't I? Fuck! ...I think I'll gouge out Zabini's eyes first... Maybe cripple him... Fuck. This is a shit boring way to die...”
As each minute ticked by the stark realization that no one was coming for him had sunk in, until it was clutching at Draco's throat as strong as Blaise's hand had. A wand to the head would have been easier. Instant death. Not this stupid waiting around shit. Not the helpless feeling of being stalked...
That, of course, was another problem. Draco did not know which room he was in, and more importantly if it had windows, because the soft sound of fabric sliding over the floor was starting to freak him out. Could it be a ghost? A wayward student... Some sort of beast? What horrors did Hogwarts house in the darkest of corners?
There was a clatter and Draco jumped, his chains rattling as the noise of a glass container rolling came closer and closer, until stopping at his bare feet.
“Hello?” He called, trying with all his might to see through the thick cloth over his eyes. “Is somebody—Shit!” Wind whooshed by him, clothing brushing his side. Draco strained in the darkness, seeking some sort of recognizable sound to calm his racing heart. Gods, let it be human...
Cloth rustled a mere foot away. Draco stepped back as much as the chains would allow. “Back off!” He prepared himself for a good kicking if the need arose. Action was always better than freezing to fear.
“This seems quite the predicament.” A voice commented from where the rustling cloth had been, the whispered words distorted by magic until completely unrecognizable. It was too low to be anything but male, and too indifferent to be Slytherin.
Breath caught in his throat, Draco automatically turned his head, the darkness still remaining with his blindfold. “Who's there? Can you... let me go?”
A tingle trilled down his spine as hot breath spilled over his neck, reminding Draco very quickly that he was naked, chained up and altogether vulnerable to this total stranger. It was not all together unpleasant. Draco pursed his lips, annoyed by his body's reaction. His heart was already trying to beat out of his chest; he could not deal with embarrassment as well.
“I don't know. I guess that depends on you.”
Draco had had enough of games that night. “What the fuck? Who are you, you bloody bastard!”
He jolted as a hand pressed lightly to his face, rearranging the blindfold gently and setting his nerves jumping with something neither anger or fear.
“For someone tied up, you've got quite the nasty attitude towards the only person around to help you, Malfoy.”
Hissing, Draco swallowed his anger and pride. This person was no Hufflepuff, of that he was certain. But they did know who Draco was. That probably would not help, given Draco's reputation. He would have to make an effort.
“Sorry, it's been a bad night. If you can't tell from the bruises on parts of my body that I usually don't show to the whole fucking world. Please let me go.”
Yes, he had said please. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
The person started moving, cloth sliding around Draco as the boy talked. “I could tell, actually. Actually, it's really difficult to miss... I knew you were toned, and near glowing pale, but... you are surprisingly long, Malfoy.”
Blushing, Draco shivered as a prickling sensation began to slide over his flesh. Resisting the urge to squirm under the stare boring into him, Draco concentrated on the chains biting his wrists. He forced his breathing to slow and did his best to will his quickly growing erection away. This was so not cool.
Stilling again, the voice spoke to the right of Draco. “Answer me truthfully, and I'll see what I can do to get you out of here.”
Gods damn it! Draco took a deep, steadying breath and vowed that he'd curse the bloody asshole once he was free. “Sure. Ask away, mate,” he chirped with false sweetness.
He could almost sense the wry smile sent his way in response. Hell, he could sense the damn heat and magic coming from the bastard too, and it was fucking unnerving. Draco's body was too responsive to his liking. Everything seemed to be setting it off, even the sound of the other's breathing.
“Alright. Who do you serve?”
Draco froze, his anger catching in his throat. “Are you mother fucking kidding me? Were you watching the whole bloody time? I don't serve anyone! Not Voldemort. Not Dumbledore. Not my father. Not anyone! I'm my own man and that's how its going to bloody stay until the day I did—which apparently is pretty fucking soon. Fuck you!” He scowled at where he assumed the asshole that could have saved him from a beating was staring.
“I see... I'm afraid that makes things difficult,” the boy mussed, breath changing direction as he circled slowly around Draco.
“Well too fucking bad. You're not going to convince me otherwise,” Draco snarled. So much for being saved. It was just one more to add to his list of hauntings once he died.
“Hey—watch it!” Draco gasped as hot, rough hands found their way to his back and began sliding down. He had to bite back the sound that was fighting to break loose when the hands stopped and slid to his front, thumbs caressing the taut flesh right below his stomach.
For some reason the disgust Draco had felt when Blaise had merely tried to kiss him was absent with this stranger. That alarmed him more than he wanted to dwell on. He shouldn't be feeling like this. He usually had better control.
“I have no interest in changing your mind. I actually find it admirable that you don't give in to the pressures of both sides and stick to your own conscience instead.”
“But?” Draco asked, breathing shallowly while he tried to figure out why he was no longer trying to kill or get away from this person like he had wanted moments ago. Actually... He was pretty sure he was happy right where he was.
“But... It makes things difficult.” The boy murmured into Draco's neck. “I had planned to leave you here if you picked Voldemort. That's the sort of fucked up shit he would have done. If you had said Dumbledore I would have released you immediately. You... you didn't pick either.”
Hands began to slide up Draco's torso, over his flat stomach and up to his chest. Palms found his nipples and rubbed, Draco biting his lip painfully to keep from crying out from the maddening sensation.
“You chose yourself and now I have to consider what you would do. Tell me, Malfoy. Would you let such an opportunity... slip?”
“Oh gods...” Draco moaned, the hands on his chest slowly sliding down, rough palms moving heatedly over him. Unconsciously he pressed back into the firm body behind him.
Draco knew exactly what he would have done if the situation had been reversed and the mental image shook him. He should deny it... say something clever. But all Draco could think of was what could happen if he just stayed quiet and let those hands continue sliding over him.
“Oh fuck... Don't think I won't beat you...” Draco said shakily, head falling forward.
“That's what I thought,” the boy chuckled, a husky, delicious sound that left Draco trembling.
With a jolt, Draco tried to come back to his senses. “Stop... release me first.” He went to step away but strong, toned arms wrapped in the sleeves of a school robe replaced the hands and pinned his back hard against the body behind him. It should have frightened Draco. The raw power he felt holding his close did a little. But mostly the tighter the arms held him the faster his pulse raced, and the more his body cried for attention.
“No. What fun would that be?” An arm loosened and fingers began to dance over Draco's stomach. The simple movement was amplified by the rough fabric that moved with every breath against Draco's skin.
A chin settled on Draco's shoulder. It didn't have too far to go; the boy was only a little taller than him. “Your name, then.” Draco turned his head, his strained breaths ruffling soft strands of hair brushing his cheek. It was longish... shaggy, maybe.
The face turned to Draco's, lips pressing low on his jaw and biting lightly. “Does it matter?”
“N-No...” Draco whimpered, the scrape of teeth shooting fire though him. The boy was right. If anything a face to go with the undeniable lust could actually make the whole thing very awkward. Especially if it was a familiar face.
Still, Draco's curiosity always was his downfall, and right now he knew it would bother him till his last days. Who was it that could make his body ache like this? How the hell had he missed him all these bloody years in the same damn school?
Besides, Draco needed to know who to beat the shit out of.
“...Will you tell me after?”
“Not if you plan on hexing me,” the boy whispered back. From his tone, Draco sensed he was expecting it.
Without waiting for Draco to respond, the boy nudged the blond's feet wide and slid a supporting leg between them. Dragging the hand that had been previously playing with the light wiry hair trailing beneath Draco's navel, he traced down Draco's length to stop at the head of his cock with a teasing touch. “I value my life, as well.”
Draco cried out, all angry retorts lost. His hips jolted forward but the arm pinning his waist wouldn't give. Another brush of fingers to his cock and Draco's whole body was straining, muscles tight with need. He fought the embarrassing urge to plead, instead focusing on breathing.
Draco could feel the boy behind him, his breathing rougher, and erection burning through his robes as it rocked against Draco slowly. Yes, definitely male.
The hand cupped his balls lightly, and Draco's breath caught. The boy was tentative, as if afraid Draco would disappear if pushed too fast. Draco would have told him that it was fine, but his voice wasn't working at the moment. Hesitant fingers trailed up and down the length of his cock, tormentingly slow until Draco was fully erect and whimpering mindlessly.
Draco struggled, needing more than light touches, but the hand pulled away. “Don't...” Draco fell silent when the body pulled away as well, leaving him cold and alone.
Anxiety hit Draco, but not the absolute terror that had gripped him before. Would the boy leave him there, vulnerable and hard, or was it some sort of game? Draco was too prideful to ask. If he was going to be left to die again he wouldn't give the bastard the added bonus of hearing Draco beg like some frightened child.
At least the boy hadn't gone far. Draco could sense the heat circling him, the powerful gaze watching him. Gods, that stare could burn.
Hands suddenly slid up his arms to land on Draco's hands. He gasped, feeling the boy standing in front of him. Was he being released? ...Did he want to be?
“I can't stop looking at you. You're so fucking beautiful...” The boy growled into Draco's ear, breath hot on his neck. “I want to have all of you at once... but I can't. I have to decide where to start. Seeing you stretched out like this...” The boy's voice broke with a shudder, dripping with pure need. He stepped forward, lining up their bodies together from hands to toes, just resting against Draco.
Draco groaned in relief, pressing his hips forward and responding encouragingly to the face nuzzling his neck. Just nerves. The boy was bold but not very experienced. That was fine. Hell of a lot better than being left to die, or maybe worse, stopping. He could handle the slow fiery burn, even if hard and fast would have been just as nice.
“Ah...fuck.” Draco let out a low moan as the boy's hot mouth latched onto his collar bone and began sucking, hand sliding back to tangle in Draco's hair. Yeah, this was more than fine.
Once his neck with near numb with pleasure the mouth pulled away, and Draco chased it, sliding his lips against the other's swollen one. The boy hesitated and Draco almost pulled back, until he realized that it was once again a lack of confidence from the other.
“...Come here,” Draco whispered, pressing forward and slowly meeting soft lips. He flicked his tongue against the yielding flesh, tasting cocoa, toothpaste, and something beneath it all that had Draco pressing harder, teeth biting into the soft flesh until the full lips parted, and divine heat greeted him.
He kissed slowly, becoming familiar with the mouth. Exploring every surface, and taunting the other's tongue into a leisurely wrestling match. The boy quickly caught on, responding with a raw need that left them both breathless.
The hands in his hair tightened painfully, and Draco cried out. What had been sore, painful bruises only a few minutes ago were now super sensitive aches of flesh that only amplified his pleasure. He rubbed up against the body before him, gasping from the sensation of the rough material against his exposed flesh.
Since his arms were still secure, Draco used his leg to pull closer. Finding his balance he slid his right leg up, pushing the boy's robe aside with his knee to wrap around a pair of jean clad thighs. The friction was amazing and Draco ground his hips against the sturdy form.
“Hell...” The boy groaned into Draco's mouth. He pulled Draco closer, one hand circling his raised thigh and kneading the flesh with strong fingers while thrusting against Draco in a slow, desperate rhythm.
“I want to... to feel... your skin...” Draco tried to get closer, rubbing his body wantonly even as the chains around his wrists pulled him back. The fabric was almost painful against his sensitive skin. But Draco didn't mind, his power rising up to compensate.
“I think we can do that.” All confident taunts had been stripped from the voice to leave a heady, dark growl of desire. The boy pulled back enough to remove his cloak. His knuckles brushed Draco's skin, pulling small gasps from the blond as the boy unbuttoned his school shirt. He tore the material away quickly and sunk back against Draco's body with a moan.
“Better?”
Draco shuddered in approval. The other boy's flesh burned against his, smoothly sliding. Draco's pulled at his chains with a snarl. He wanted to wrap his arms around that taut body, dig fingers in and sink teeth deep into that hot flesh so he could taste every fucking inch.
The chains made a high pitched screech and began to give way. Draco's triumphant smile fell when a rush of magic tingled over his arms and reinforced the bonds.
“Malfoy,” the boy warned. He grabbed a chunk of Draco's hair and pulled until the blond's head was bent back and elegant neck exposed. “Control your blood or I will.”
Draco's smiled wickedly and licked his lips. Centuries of magical beings integrated into his genes were trying to gain control of the situation. “Think of it as a compliment... It takes a hell of a lot of passion to get my beasts roaring.”
Growling, he threw his other leg around the boy's waist, grabbing the chains with his hands and pulling himself up. He didn't even flinch from the punishing pull to his hair. The pain was more than welcome.
“Too bad you didn't use it earlier. If it was anything like that quidditch match, Zabini would have been dead.” The other boy grunted softly from the extra weight. He slid his hands under Draco's thighs, balancing them. “Not that I'm complaining...” He kissed the pulse in Draco's neck and bit down lightly.
“Aaaah... Fuck. It ah... takes a certain power. He doesn't affect me... enough to wake it up.”
“Mmm... Don't you hate him enough?” The boy slid his tongue out where he had just bit, pressing firmly.
“Oh... yes... I wouldn't fuck him though. Lust is the easiest way—oh hell! Do that harder... oohhh...” Teeth sunk in deeper into his throat, enough to bruise, enough to mark. Pleasure burst in hot spots behind his eyes and he felt his body go limp for long moments as his mind drifted. “...bloody hell...”
The voice laughed, a low, sensual breath of air that curled around Draco's ear and sent shivers down his spine. “You do realize what you just implied, right? You were fighting Potter two years ago when you first showed your power.”
Draco stiffened, but didn't pull away. “Drop it.”
“Heh, did I hit a nerve?” He laughed again, grinding his hips into Draco's. “Maybe you're so hot for it because you're thinking of a certain Scarhead.”
Hissing, Draco snapped his head forward, catching the bastard in the chin. “Drop it, or I turn your face into hamburger.” Anyone with half a brain knew not to bring up Potter in his company, bastard.
Following the scent of blood, Draco smashed his lips down and rolled his hips. He smiled into the kiss when the other boy responded with vigor and short fingernails scratching down his back. “If I didn't know better... I'd say you liked that.”
“You're not the only one with magical beings in their bloodline, Malfoy. Some just fucking control themselves better.”
Draco laughed darkly. “A challenge?”
“No... not tonight.” The boy softened his tone, all additional tension from the power within draining from his form. He kissed Draco gently, slowly, until the blond settled down. The erection griding into his stomach the only sign of how close Draco was to losing his patience. “Tonight you play.”
Nuzzling into the other's neck, Draco nodded. “Fine. Now take off your fucking trousers already. I want to feel all of you.” He carefully unwound his legs and stood shakily on the cold floor.
Shoes clattered, followed by the rip of a zipper and the dull drop of clothes hitting the floor. The only other noise was their combined breathing and the chains clinking lightly as Draco swayed. Steps padded lightly on the stone, letting Draco know he was once again being circled. He stood taller, waiting patiently.
A hand touched his arm and he gasped. But his companion didn't stop moving, instead sliding his hands over whatever piece of flesh caught his attention while he stalked around Draco. Each touch was a jolt to Draco's senses, his cock twitching with need. The bastard was either pushing his luck, or still debating how to approach him.
“Hell... If your intent is to drive me mad... you're closer than you think.” Draco groaned, jumping as his nipple was pinched. Another hand found his side and long fingers ghosted over. Draco trembled, panting quietly.
“There's just so much to admire, Malfoy.” The boy stopped and stepped back into Draco. He wrapped an arm around his waist, pressing their bare torsos together with a sigh. He then slid a hand between the press of their bodies and slowly moved it down. His mouth made its way back to Draco's kissing deeply and trailing saliva when he moved down to kiss Draco's jaw.
“Ahh... fuck. You make me want it so bad,” Draco groaned, the press of the other's bare flesh overwhelming his senses. He locked a leg around the boy's leg, rubbing it up and down to revel in the sensation of soft body hair. The pace was painfully slow, but Draco forced himself to follow along. He refused to stop, even if his friend was a little too jumpy.
The evil, teasing hand finally made its way to his cock, wrapping firmly. Draco moaned, the hand stilling all motion as if daring himself to go on. Draco was not in the mood to see how long that would take.
“Shit... come on. Just like your own... only in reverse.” Draco slid his mouth over the side of the boy's face and found his ear, lightly biting down. The boy gasped in surprise and tightened his grip even more. Slow, long strokes pulled hesitantly around his cock. “Yes... ahhhh... that's it... Oh fuck... so good...”
“If you only fucking knew how you looked right now.” His voice breaking with lust, the boy buried his face into Draco's shoulder, finding the mark he had made earlier and sucking on it as Draco thrust into his fist.
The heated words were a touch all their own, sincere and passionate. Draco forced himself to go slower. He wanted to touch the boy so badly, but the other seemed to need some semblance of control to keep going. It was maddening.
That voice inside Draco was clamoring for something... needed something... Draco groaned, and opened his mouth. “Fuck me,” He whispered, stilling all motion to show he was serious. “I want you inside me. Now.”
His breath coming out in a soft hiss, the boy pulled his head back. He trailed his hands over Draco's body, rolling one of his dusky nipples between thumb and forefinger until Draco whimpered and rested his head forward against the boy's shoulder. He slid his other hand down, cupping Draco's ass and pulling him tight against his body. Holding him steadily, he began rocking them together.
Shuddering, Draco thrust up, rubbing their erections together with a cry. His whole body was aching and he felt long, lithe and amazing with each quiet moan the boy holding him made. “Oh gods...” Fingers began to circle his entrance and he spread his legs wide, not caring that he might as well be begging for it. “That's it... yesss...”
Draco licked his lips, nuzzling his head against the boy's cheek and trailing his tongue over the smooth flesh as a finger slowly penetrated him. His hips jolted back, but the flinch of pain was well worth the burst of pleasure that followed.
“You're so tight. Fuck... Too tight to not be your first...”
“Mmmm... there's a first time for everything,” Draco moaned breathlessly. “Like I said... you make... my... mmmm, my beasts... roar—Oh!” The angle of the finger suddenly changed, brushing against his prostate with wonderful results. “Oh fuck, again. Again...”
“...Like this?” The boy quirked his finger again, becoming more bold with Draco's positive reaction. Draco moaned unintelligibly and rubbed his head against the boy's neck, mouth moving until he found the perfect spot to mark.
There was something dark inside of Draco, that other voice that had only started making itself known the last couple years. It wanted this boy. He couldn't explain why, it was a complicated voice, but it wanted him bad, and wanted him now.
“Please... please... fuck, I need you...” Another finger pressed into him, causing Draco's whole body to tremble uncontrollably.
The boy pulled his head back, gaze searing into Draco while his fingers continued to slowly stretch the blond. “Do you really?” He asked quizzically, almost as if detached from the scene. “You don't even know me, Malfoy.”
Draco shook his head and laughed weakly. “Gods... I know you. I haven't figured it out yet, but I know you. That weird beast inside me definitely knows you and your weird beast... Oh... Oh yes... Uh, yeah... Don't think I won't—oh fuck...” Draco pushed hard against the fingers inside of him, trying to bury them deeper.
“You won't what?”
“I'll find you,” Draco promised with a whimper, holding tight to his bonds to keep himself from swaying to the side.
“Fight me?”
It took a moment for Draco to process another thought through the lust fogging his brain. “Maybe... Probably kill you, if you don't fuck me already. Come on... I need you inside me.” He nipped painfully at the boy's flesh to spur him into action.
“Fuck...” Not changing what his hands were doing, the boy rubbed against Draco and slowly slid down to his knees.
“Wait... I need—Fuck!” Draco cried out, almost falling forward if not for his restraints as impossible heat engulfed his cock. “Oh gods... oh gods, I can't...” He was going to cum if the boy didn't stop. And he didn't want to cum, not until the boy was buried deep inside him.
Shit, for a tentative kisser, he sure had no problems with his mouth where it mattered.
“Wait... Come on, please... Oh, oh hell... again... just like that...” Draco gave up, unable to fight the sweet mouth sucking him off. Instead he began to rock forward, losing himself in the feel of the fingers filling and receding in his channel, and the sensation of wet heat moving over his cock.
Draco thrust lightly, wondering just how much the boy could take. He hadn't gagged at all... maybe he preferred to bottom. Gods, he must be a good fuck with a mouth like that...”
“C'mere. If you're not going to fuck me... then at least let me feel you.” Draco said shakily, stilling his hips and the urge to dominate the experienced mouth.
The boy took his time, sure to get a thorough taste of Draco before rising from his position and leaning in to kiss. “You taste fucking amazing.”
Draco mumbled something inarticulate. A third finger was pressing up against his hole and he was having a hard time noticing anything else. He jolted as his lip was bit to the point of pain, and instinctively responded in kind before he realized that blood was spilling from both their mouths. “Shit... oh hell...”
The boy didn't back down, his tongue trailing over Draco's mouth and chin, sliding down to catch the trickle that had made its way to his neck. Blood and beasts went hand in hand, and it took everything Draco had to hold onto his restraint as the boy rocked against him.
“I'll make a deal with you, Malfoy... I want you. Right now, I think I would go seek out Voldemort and blow him just for the chance to bury myself in your oh-so-perfect ass.” The boy annunciated each word with a sharp thrust of his hips. “Sadly, I have this thing called a conscience. You may have heard of it. It keeps you from doing very bad things...”
“You're really not helping yourself here,” Draco growled. He was too turned on to be truly offended, and wriggled as close as he could get, his cock snug against the boy's hardness. “What's the deal?” Please let it involve burying and his ass...
“Yes... ah, the deal... “ The boy let out a low moan, using his free hand to slide between their flushed bodies and wrap shakily around their combined lengths.
“Oh fuck!” Draco's breath exploded out, his body tightening and back arching.
“Fuck yess... Ah, Malfoy... You get a choice.” The boy stilled their motions enough to whisper into Draco's ear with some sense of clarity. “When you find me... which I'm sure you will once you understand what that beast of yours is saying... Um, yeah... So find me. And then you can decide if you still want me.”
Draco shook his head weakly once the words sunk in. “Just fuck me... gods, please...” A strangled sob escaped him as the hand around their lengths began to move, and the fingers in his ass resumed their thrusts. Coordinated... bastard...
The boy quickly smashed his mouth to Draco's. “Fuck, don't say that... Don't beg or I'm going to split you apart, Draco... I want to so bad. You're so—fuck, that's hot...” The boy shuddered as Draco whispered another demanding please. “Damn... fucking... conscience...!”
“Oh, harder... yes, that's it...” Draco was too close to notice when his arms fell, immediately wrapping them tight around the boy fisting their cocks together. “Don't stop... oh gods... yes...”
Mouth open in a silent cry, a slippery finger brushed deep against his prostate and Draco came hard, feeling every inch of his cock pulsing in rhythm with the thicker one wrapped against his.
“Hell... fucking hell...” The boy hoarsely whispered out as his own released followed, spilling hot seed onto Draco's stomach. “Gods... you look good like that. Real good...”
Draco moaned weakly, his arms wrapped around the boy's neck the only thing keeping him up since his knees had turned rubbery. His orgasm had come with an annoying weight of tiredness. Even as he knew this, he could also sense that other inner voice telling him to catch the boy for good and claim him in a more permanent fashion... whatever that meant.
Draco frowned, grumbling as the world tilted and the warm body supporting him started shifting. “Give me a sec. My arms feel like they're being attacked by pixies...”
“Sorry, Malfoy. We need to go before the room pulls its disappearing act.” Draco felt arms pulling him up, lifting him easily. The boy was strong... “Just gotta grab my clothes... and get my wand...”
Draco was aware of the rustling of fabric right up to the point where the tip of a wand was placed to his forehead.
“...You've got to be kidding me.”
“Figure it out. I'll be waiting.” The boy quickly whispered a sleeping spell. Draco was able to feel relieved he wasn't being killed, and momentarily angry for being knocked out, before fully losing consciousness.
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