The Epic Sexings Post; AIM log
Date: 15 October 1999 BACKDATED (BECAUSE IT TOO FOREVER TO DO) Characters: Blaise, Draco Location: Zabini Manor Warnings: Sex, whining, self discovery Summary: Blaise teaches Draco something about sharing and sex Open/Closed: Closed Status: Complete
Sunshine poured in through the room the following morning, but Draco couldn't be bothered. He was in the middle of quite the delicious dream when he rolled over and found himself pressed against none other than Blaise Zabini. Gray eyes cracked open briefly, then immediately shut when light flooded them to the point where he was nearly blind. "Blaise," grumbled Draco in that adorable, groggy, just-waking-up voice, "can you shut off the sun?" He, of course, wasn't quite aware of what he was asking, and had no idea that his request didn't really make sense. Draco was warm and comfortable, damn it, and he couldn't be bothered to move more.
When Draco rolled over practically on top of him, Blaise's only reaction was to growl. Then he frowned and snorted, "Do it yourself, I have no quarrel with it," he yawned, pulling the covers over his head. Which only lasted for a moment, before his rumpled head appeared once more to smirk salaciously at Draco. "So. Good morning..." He trailed off while waggling his eyebrows and sliding slowly under the covers once again, naughty smirk firmly in place.
"Prat," muttered Draco, still not willing to open his eyes. But he really didn't need to open them in order to actually "see" what was happening beside him. He could practically hear Blaise smirking at him, and that caused Draco to force his eyes open to stare downward at his friend. The blonde shivered briefly, though not necessarily from the cold. Memories of what had passed between them the night before suddenly flashed into Draco's mind, quite vividly. He flushed nicely, but in effort to push that embarrassment away, Draco drew back the covers from Blaise and demandingly leaned over to press his lips firmly against the other's. "I'm not ready for it to be morning yet," he announced boldly, using magic to draw the covers back over them. "Really, I'd rather not move at all."
Snickering from under the covers once again, after kissing Draco back, Blaise smoothly explained, "What I was insinuating with my 'good morning' actually didn't include much movement on your part." He slithered further down Draco's body, tracing his fingers along all the spots he found last night that would make Draco squirm. Playing with newcomers was so much fun. And what would, apparently, turn out to be a surprise morning blow job, could set all sorts of high standards for Draco. Blaise couldn't help the little evil chuckle that escaped his throat.
"Didn't include much movement, Blaise?" Draco remarked from where he was still partially out of the covers, looking downward in Blaise's general direction. "I imagine you'll make me move enough, then." Gray eyes closed delightfully as he let Blaise play as he would. Sometimes it was rather fun to be spoiled rotten like this; Draco should know, of course. Being spoiled is something that he normally was, after all.
"Are you really that dense? Or just insufferably innocent?" Blaise mused quietly to himself from under the covers before he put his mouth to better use by biting Draco's hipbone while his left hand began stroking Draco lazily. "I don't know," he spoke up, "everything works much better if there's a bit of give-and-take, as I've attempted to explain upon occasion." Not waiting for a response, Blaise expertly took Draco in his mouth and set about making Draco's morning very good indeed.
Frowning at Blaise's comment of innocence, Draco grinned wickedly to himself when Blaise finished. He now really, really didn't fancy moving. Nope. Not ever going to happen. He stretched out lightly, then stared up at Blaise with that goofy grin on his face and that detached look behind his eyes. "This...wasn't the way to get me out of bed," he commented loftily. "Rather happy just lying here all day." And like the night before, Draco found his hand absently tracing Blaise's skin, as if he couldn't stop touching the other now that he'd been satiated for the morning.
Licking his lips after crawling up Draco's body, Blaise pouted beautifully, "After all I've done for you. You are a cruel little twit, you know that?" he purred, moving his body into the light touch. He dropped his mouth to kiss Draco's neck, "not to mention ungrateful. And to think, I was going to have the house elves bring us a nice big breakfast here. I guess a shower instead." He sighed dramatically before rolling off Draco.
Gray eyes narrowed as Blaise moved off him, as Draco was clearly NOT happy about the fact that he was being separated from his additional warmth. "Get back here, you bloody git. That nice big breakfast sounds fucking fantastic, as I'm rather starved, to be honest." His stomach growled, as if to prove that fact. "And I'm not ungrateful. I'm spoiled. There's a difference. I highly suggest you learn it."
Laughing at Draco's pouting glare, Blaise sat up and leaned over the other, "Oh, I know the difference. I'm just attempting to teach you just that." Kissing him lightly he continued, "Sex has a whole new set of rules, Draco. Something you had better learn quick, pet. Not everyone is so... giving as myself." Sliding away from the warm body in his bed once more, Blaise pulled on a robe and stood up. "As for breakfast, you're going to have to prove to me you deserve it. Bathroom is the third door on the left." With a wink and smirk he turned away and sashayed silently from the room.
When Blaise left him--honestly left him--Draco stared past the other with a look of indignance on his face. House elves. That had been the key word in Blaise's little speech that morning. "Damn it!" he cursed bitterly. "Elf!" he shouted, then looked outraged when the damn house elf didn't show up straight away. "ELF!" he shouted louder, then huffed angrily. Shoving the covers off his body, Draco forgot that he didn't have anything on and stalked naked through Blaise's halls until he arrived at the bathroom. "You're a right bastard, Zabini. Your house elves are also stubborn gits. What did you do, tell them not to give me anything?"
Turning an appraising look at Draco's enraged and naked form, Blaise carelessly shrugged, "The Zabini elves only respond to those in the Zabini family. And on top of that, they don't answer to 'elf.' Honestly, what kind of heathen are you?" Ignoring Draco's barbs about his own personality, he shrugged again to remove his robe, then stepped towards the shower. "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to join me? The water's warm, and you still have to make me believe that you're not completely insufferable."
"I don't bloody well give as freely as I take!" Draco spat quickly, saying the first thing that came to his mind. In truth, he was scared. Last night had been fantastic, when he'd been the one who had been receiving it from Blaise. But he wasn't ready to give yet .Oh, Draco had known he would have to do it one day to produce an heir, but he hadn't been expecting that day to come so soon. "Damn it! I don't!" Draco spat the words, then turned on his heel quickly and started to stalk out of the bathroom once more. Oh, but Draco wanted to join Blaise like the other had offered. He'd wanted to. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, just yet.
"Draco," Blaise calmly called, "come join me. I'm not going to bite you, and I'm not going to make you do anything." He closed the gap between them in one long stride and put his hand on Draco's shoulder gently turning him to look into his face. "However, a little verbal gratitude can go quite a long way. Besides, you don't always have to return exactly in kind. I've got all sorts of things to teach you. You've got hands, haven't you?"
At Blaise's insistence that he wasn't going to be made to do anything, Draco turned slowly as Blaise turned him round. He gazed into Blaise's face skeptically, his expression still closed off and upset. "Of course I've bloody well got hands," snapped Draco in response, still very high on the defensive mark. "And damn it. You couldn't ever make me do a damn thing I didn't want to do. Only one man managed that, and he's dead, thank Merlin." Draco stared hard over at Blaise. "Teach all you want, Blaise, but I sure as hell won't give yet." Draco wasn't willing to admit that he was terrified out of his mind to do just that.
Sighing slightly, Blaise took Draco by the shoulders and pushed him into the shower. "Quit being so defensive." Shoving the other under the spray, Blaise leaned against the wall in the massive shower. "Intimacy is a two-way street," he drawled, crossing his arms, "and I refuse to be intimate with someone who is so tightly wound up in himself that he can't even pretend to want anything more than just what he can get out of me. For one thing, I'm too proud; and for another thing, it's just no fun. Learning," he continued, "is also something you have to take part in. If someone showed you how to stir a potion but you never stood over a cauldron yourself, you can't say you know anything about it. I'm not saying you need to fuck me, but for the love of Merlin's plaid socks, you could at least touch me. If this is too much to ask, I will leave you to your shower and see that the elves make your breakfast."
"I'm not being fucking defensive," retorted Draco bitterly, shoving back against the hands that were pushing him. It wasn't any use, however; Draco soon found himself underneath the spray of the shower. His eyes narrowed on the boy before him and he pushed lightly against his friend. Once his hands were on Blaise, however, Draco stared at the other coldly. He shoved the other back against the opposite wall, hard. "Do you want me to bloody well show you what I've learned about fucking intimacy, Zabini?" he snapped again. He gripped Blaise's upper arm and squeezed as hard as his fingers could possibly manage. "It hurts. It's supposed to hurt, Zabini. I'm not ready to hurt like that!" Draco pushed against Blaise once more, then turned round and stared determinedly at the wall behind him. Yes. Draco was being elusive and defensive still, and not really explicit in what he was saying. But that was Draco.
Blaise let Draco push him around and attempt to hurt him without a sound, his face impassive. "Of course you're being defensive. Not to mention childish." He watched Draco hunch up his shoulders with his back to him and sighed. "Did I hurt you last night? Have I you been hurt at all since you came into my home?" He took a step closer and rested his chin on Draco's shoulder, "we've been more than intimate and I do not recall hurting you in the least." He ran a hand over Draco's hair, smoothing it back from his face, "Oh, and you're not making any sense at all." Dropping a kiss to the white shoulder he'd had his chin on, Blaise stepped away. "Enjoy your shower and breakfast. The elf's name is Tah, she'll show you where the kitchen is," he murmured before silently disappearing from the bathroom.
Draco stayed there, underneath the warmth of the spray once Blaise had left him. No, Blaise hadn't hurt him. But that wasn't the memory that Draco had been fixating on. When he'd been younger, on his thirteenth birthday in fact, Lucius had hired a woman--a whore--to try to make love to Draco that night. To make him a man. Draco had...well, had less then a pleasurable experience and had shoved the woman off before she could truly touch him. He'd fabricated her memory, so that she could tell Lucius she'd done what she'd needed to that night. Draco shivered, even under the warmth of the water. He pushed himself out of the shower moments later, however. "Blaise?" Draco called out, as loudly as he dared, in effort to get Blaise's attention--and to get his friend back here. This was one story he'd never shared with Blaise, nor anyone, for that matter. It was time he did.
Blaise had dressed and retreated to the library, situated in the furthest corner of the manor in order to give Draco his space, washing his hands of this ridiculous game he was playing. Sipping his tea and eating the breakfast the house elf brought to him, Blise flipped through a book. Pausing when he thought he heard a voice call, he eventually shrugged it off when he didn't hear anything else and resumed reading, wondering how long it would take Draco to finish up. He had... things to do.
When Blaise didn't respond to his shout, even though Draco was certain he'd heard it, the blonde hesitated. He'd just finished drying off, but had yet to physically dress himself. Blaise was right. The entire time they'd been here together, the other hadn't done anything to hurt him. In fact, he'd done only pleasurable things to Draco during that time. Draco closed his eyes, putting his forehead against the nearest wall. Beckoning Blaise's house elf, Draco asked it where Blaise had gotten to, and once he received his answer, he closed his eyes and Apparated to just outside the library. Cautiously entering, aware that he wasn't dressed and Blaise was at least partially dressed, Draco crossed the floor until he stood close enough to Blaise that he was certain the other had to see him. "Blaise," he started softly. "I'm..." Draco shook his head, then looked his friend directly in his eyes. "My father hired me a whore when I turned thirteen, Blaise," stated Draco bluntly, not knowing how else to admit this thing to his friend.
Lifting his gaze from the page in front of him, Blaise's eyes widened. Before he could point out to Draco that he was nude in the middle of his library, Draco gently confessed something very strange. Blaise wasn't completely sure where this was going, but he figured it was something important. He set the book aside and uncrossed his legs. "Come here, pet," reaching out to pull Draco onto his lap by the wrist, Blaise murmured, "Your father was a beast, I've always thought so," while running his hands through the blonde's hair soothingly.
And Draco let himself be pulled along. He went almost limply into Blaise's lap, settling against the other's warmth once Blaise started to speak. "That's why I couldn't touch you," Draco kept explaining. He knew if he stopped, he wouldn't be able to start again. "She tried to hurt me. Hell, she basically tried to rape me. At thirteen, Blaise. I've never told anyone this. Before she could...really touch me, I hexed her, then Oblivated her and adapted her memory to think she'd done what Father set her out to do to me. As far as Father was concerned, I was essentially raped at thirteen." Draco shivered, closing his eyes for a moment. "I wonder if he felt guilty about it afterward, because once that happened, he'd never brought up sex again. In fact, he made it a point to order me never to touch a woman again until I was betrothed to one. And I followed his order religiously, utterly terrified that he'd try something more like that." His eyes opened slowly, and Draco glanced across at his friend now. "So bloody well forgive me if I'm not willing to try anything just yet."
Looking pensive, Blaise stared at the opposite wall. "To be completely honest, I'm more surprised you let me touch you at all. Which is why," he sighed, "I found it so annoying. Seems rather backwards if you ask me." With a flick of his wand, Blaise Accioed a set of robes to them and wrapped them around Draco's shoulders. "Now, get your naked arse into some clothes before you catch something and start blaming me for it."
"Hmmph. One. You're not female. And two, like you said, you didn't hurt me. And three? You're not female." Draco finished his protest rather lamely, flushing nicely as he did so. Wrapping the robes around his shoulders snugly, Draco stared over at his friend once more. "And pssh. I don't catch things. I've not been sick in ages, thank you. Superior Malfoy genes and all." Draco held his chin up high here, but he did rise to his feet and lean in lightly, pressing a soft, quick kiss to Blaise's lips. "I'll get dressed, but I fully expect you to come back to that bedroom with me, rather than moping around here because you didn't get any hot sex from me today."
Still not exactly understanding Draco's logic in this situation, Blaise watched him stand and let himself be kissed. "Of course you don't get sick. But knowing you, you'd get sick just to annoy me about it. I am not moping, I'm reading. Besides," he sniffed haughtily, his face closing off, "don't you have someone else you should be attempting to seduce?"
Chuckling quietly, Draco's gaze met Blaise's and he grinned wickedly toward the other. "I used to read when I was upset," commented Draco dryly. "My way of moping." He pulled back from Blaise and rose to his full height, giving the other a mock angry look ."And this is hardly an attempt at seduction. I believe I can do better than that, if I wanted to." Draco's tone matched Blaise's now, and he smirked lightly. "Besides, you've already pulled off seducing me, so it's hardly a good time to do the other way."
Ignoring Draco's suggestion of moping, Blaise leaned back in the chair. "Seducing you? I barely even tried. To be honest, I'm disappointed in how easy you were." Fighting the smirk that threatened because of their banter, Blaise gazed steadily at Draco. "I mean it, Draco. Whatever it is you wanted from me, you've gotten it, haven't you? Or was there something that I missed."
"Oh, you've hardly won me over," drawled Draco flawlessly. He moved just a bit closer now, bending over so that he was whispering into Blaise's ear as he spoke. "I've let you touch me, aye. But I won't let you do more than that. You've not won me over, not by a long shot, Blaise. I've been in charge here. I've allowed you to get me drunk. I've allowed you to have your wicked way with me. And when I told you no, you backed off." Draco smirked lightly, then leaned inward and slowly licked from the base of Blaise's neck up to his ear. "I believe that's what you've missed, pet," hummed Draco directly into Blaise's ear, choosing purposefully to use his friend's nickname for him tonight. "I've been in control this entire time."
"Oh, Draco," Blaise sighed, "you say all this as if I didn't know it already. Don't attempt to play sexual mind games with me, you'll just lose. But you are avoiding the issue, here. I let you use me to a point, but I'm not going to be some pawn in your weird little games because you have issues with commitment or whatever this is. Now, put on some trousers. Go home and go see that sweet little Mudblood you're so crazy about. I thought Draco Malfoy was above this sort of avoidance behavior."
Gray eyes narrowed on Blaise as the other practically tried to dismiss him. "No one dismisses me," commented Draco haughtily. At those words, the blonde leaned inward, closer to Blaise. "And I am above avoidance behavior, Blaise." Those words nearly were a purr as Draco leaned in closer to Blaise, and he suddenly pressed a desperate, fond kiss against his friend's lips. His teeth almost nipped Blaise's in his determination to prove himself, that he could do this.
Blaise let Draco kiss him, returning it with far more calm, humming encouragingly. When the other pulled away, he smirked. "Have I ever told you how much fun it is to push your buttons? I must point out that, though you may not be dismissible, I am not one for doing anything I don't want to." He settled back into his chair and tilted his head challengingly, "So, I don't believe I will be leaving the library any time soon."
Draco smirked pleasantly at Blaise's statements. "Yes, well. You can only push my buttons because I let you do so." Draco chuckled lightly, his gaze hardening a bit as Blaise settled back into the chair. Hmm. This appeared promising, indeed. "Now, then. Need I teach you a lesson on what happens when you try to dismiss me?" drawled Draco lazily enough from where he half-lay, half-sat on top of Blaise.
Shaking with silent laughter, Blaise ran a hand over Draco's hair. "You. Are going to teach me. A lesson? This should prove very amusing, indeed. And what, pray tell, Dismissal Master, will you do to teach me? I've heard from many sources that I'm unteachable." If Draco wanted to play at having power at the moment, Blaise was willing to humor him. For the moment.
"And I also hate it when people laugh at me," hissed Draco. With those words, he practically pounced on Blaise. Draco didn't care. He pushed Blaise backward, nearly knocking over the chair the other was sitting in. His lips fumbled until they found Blaise's and his fingers dove into Blaise's hair painfully. "Never laugh at me. Never dismiss me. Now. Strip." Draco's words were a throaty, dark command. He'd gone from not wanting to do anything, to Blaise giving him the courage to go ahead and try this.
Blaise was passive as Draco attacked him in the chair, kissing back serenely. When Draco released him again, he held back an eye roll, "I wasn't laughing at you, I was laughing at the situation. Even so," he trailed off, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, "you wish is my command, teacher."
Draco gave Blaise a sharp look as the other started to slowly unbutton his shirt, and he snarled suddenly. "I'm in command. Stop that," he ordered Blaise quickly. Without waiting for Blaise to stop, Draco shoved his hands forward and started to yank off the other's shirt. He disrobed himself rather quickly, now hovering naked over Blaise. "This is enough to push my buttons, you fucking idiot," he snapped sharply, then he slammed his mouth against Blaise's, kissing not for pleasure, but for pain. Draco kissed with all that he was worth and his teeth nipped at Blaise's lips, actually drawing blood in the process without Draco realizing it. This....he was in complete control again. This felt good. This felt safe.
"You're the one that told me to strip," Blaise began explaining before Draco slammed his mouth into his. Pain was something Blaise knew, and enjoyed, upon occasion, but Draco's behavior was not on. With a firm shove to the other's shoulders, Blaise stood up in one smooth movement. "Enough, Draco," he snapped, "you're getting out of hand. If you want to keep playing with me, you're going to behave yourself. Act like a gentleman." The displeasure left Blaise's face as quickly as it had come,"Merlin's star-spangled Y-fronts, I never thought I would say that to another man."
"Fuck it, Blaise." Draco licked his lips awkwardly. His pupils were a bit dilated at this point, even as he tasted Blaise's blood on his own lips. "Kinky isn't how you fucking work?" he hissed darkly. "I thought you liked this sort of play. Isn't this sex, Blaise? Doesn't this turn you fucking on? Come on, Blaise. Suck me, would you? Spoil me. Punish me!" Draco babbled, now partially standing across from Blaise from where he was. Draco clenched a fist at his side, staring hard at Blaise, then he suddenly whipped around and ran out of the library--forgetting the fact that he was naked once more. He was dealing with emotions that Draco had never dealt with before. Pain, suffering...familiar emotions, yet at the same time, unfamiliar. He didn't know how to deal with this. Attempting to control Blaise had sounded like a brilliant idea, but now? Not so much. He just ran, and kept running through Blaise's house. He wanted to run until his lungs ached. No one ever said that Draco was truly stable. He'd just put on a damn good act during school.
Blaise watched as the excited look on Draco's face turned into distress and groaned inwardly. His friend needed a lot more help than Blaise was sure he could offer. As quickly as that thought crossed his mind, Draco had fled. Picking up the discarded robe and striding calmly out of the room, Blaise went for the first place Draco would be likely to flee to; the bedroom. Slowly and quietly he entered the large room, robe draped over his forearm, gently he called, "Draco? Come on out, pussy cat, I didn't mean it." He stood near the door, not moving and letting Draco, if this was where he ended up, come to him in his own time.
And it was true. Draco had fled into the bedroom. In fact, he'd fled to the point where he'd covered himself up into the warmth of Blaise's covers. The pillow found its way into his lap and Draco hugged it tightly to his chest. When he heard Blaise's voice, Draco hesitated a moment or two, and then he wandlessly caused the door to swing open so his friend could enter. "Why the hell do you care?" snapped Draco defensively. "I'm fucking messed up, Blaise. Hell. I went from the willing seductee, to the one who tried to seduce you, to practically attempting to molest you. How the hell can you put up with my crazy emotions?" Draco gazed solemnly over at his friend, chuckling softly. "Bloody hell. I'm worse then any bird I've ever met right now. You've created a fucking monster, Blaise. Everything I worked so damn hard to keep locked up is coming loose just because I let you fuck me!" It was a half-joking tone, as Draco looked over at Blaise lightly.
Letting Draco have his pretend-joke, Blaise smiled accordingly, and slowly approached the bed like he was approaching a feral cat. Which, to think of it, Draco seemed to be resembling a surprising amount this morning. "Of course I don't care," he drawled exaggeratedly, "but I can't have my pet running around naked." He handed over the robes and carefully smoothed Draco's hair back. "That and I'm afraid you'll ruin my house." Blaise settled against Draco's side and leaned in to nuzzle behind Draco's ear. "Now, my diagnosis is this; you need more platonic intimacy before you need anything else. And to be perfectly frank, you make quite a nice teddy bear. Not to mention it is time for my nap." Dropping a kiss to Draco's shoulder, he smiled at the him, "How does that sound?"
Some part of Draco wanted to protest the fact that Blaise was calling him his pet. It was almost degrading, in a way, but then again--Blaise was taking care of him. He shivered delicately as the other nuzzled closer, then Draco stared distractedly over at Blaise. "I'd say it sounds like your attempting to break through my defenses," announced Draco in a rather dangerous tone, or rather, what he thought was a rather dangerous tone. He straightened slightly as he gazed over at Blaise, a strange look in his eyes as he did so. "Although." Draco tilted his head lightly. "Before you get a nap, you get to make me relaxed. I'd say a massage is in order, and a proper one. I've heard they can make you fall asleep instantly afterward because they make you so relaxed." Draco's tone was lazy, and he ignored the fact that Blaise seemed to be taunting and taking care of him at the same time. It was all so bloody confusing.
"First of all," Blaise drawled, "you need to learn that I do not respond well to orders. Secondly, breaking down your defenses was the whole point of you coming here, if I read between the lines correctly, and thirdly," he paused dramatically, "you've 'heard' massages can make you relaxed? Don't tell me you've never had one. But if that is the case, I'm willing to overlook your attempts at commanding me around, and oblige. Also, this means I know exactly where I'm taking you for our next outing." Blaise's hands had already begun kneading at Draco's shoulders as he spoke and now he used the leverage to push Draco onto his stomach and attempted to make a dent in the mass of tension Draco's muscles were.
Oh. Blaise had piqued Draco's curiosity, and he was certain that he damn well knew that one. Draco twisted just slightly so he could have a better angle at seeing Blaise's reaction, before choosing to respond to that last comment. "Where the hell would you decide on taking me, Blaise? Surprises and I never have gotten along, and you'd better well know that." His tone hardened a little as he spoke, but when those hands hit the right spots on his shoulders, Draco groaned in pleasure, sighing contently seconds later. "And no, I've not had the pleasure of...ah....of having a massage. If you recall, I've been a bit busy staying alive, let alone taking the time to indulge in the life given to me."
"I'll take you wherever I damn well please, Draco. And I don't appreciate your tone making insinuations that I am less than trustworthy and would surprise you with anything less than something you'd enjoy," Blaise sneered, digging into a particularly tense part of Draco's back. "Now, shut up and let me concentrate, you high-strung little..." the insults tapered off into a low growl, as Blaise continued to use his expert hands to turn Draco's muscles into putty.
As Blaise's fingers started to work their magic on him, Draco struggled to keep the upper hand in this conversation. "Everyone is less than trustworthy, Blaise. You're just a little less less trustworthy than most. And now that you think you've discovered a new part of my personality..." Draco paused here to groan, and wince as well, "you might decide to take me places where I'm not comfortable being seen yet." Draco gave Blaise as best of a glare as he could in his current position, but in the end? He decided to just lie back and take it. His eyes closed in amusement at Blaise's growl, and he stretched out nicely as his friend continued the massage.
"I'm getting sick of this, you know. I've kept all your secrets and then some, so you can just drop this paranoid defensive business around me or I may just prove you right," Blaise's voice softened from the harder sneering moments before, letting Draco relax more, "And if you must know I was merely speaking of getting a massage from a professional. I'm adept, but nothing compared to what magic others can weave. However, since you seem so reluctant, I'll just forget about it." He ran his hands up and then slowly back down the whole length of Draco's now completely relaxed back before sliding over to lie next to him. "You really need to learn how to relax, pet. It'd do you a world of good in a lot of ways. Certainly make you more pleasant company, if nothing else," he sniffed.
Draco gave the other a skeptical look, then he shifted slightly to sit up once Blaise had stopped the massage. He gave his friend a small, awkward smile, the kind that usually meant that Draco was about to go into some spiel about his lessons that he'd recently learned. "Blaise," he started quietly, glancing over at the other wearily. "I never claimed to be perfect. But all right. I'll trust you, Blaise. In my life, I've not really had anyone I could trust. Even Potter would blab my secrets if it meant saving my life, I'm certain." Draco sighed quietly. "Perhaps that's another reason I fell first for a Hufflepuff." He grinned at his attempt to make a joke, and then an idea struck Draco. His fingers moved of their own accord cautiously through Blaise's hair, and then they started to lightly work their way onto his shoulder muscles. "I feel like all I ever do is make up for the mistakes I make, love." The nickname just slipped out without Draco being aware, but he didn't protest it once he said it.
Blaise smiled and leaned his head into Draco's hand, being a complete sucker for physical affection, "Just so long as you know I'd let you die before I'd break your trust, Draco, that's all I ask," he purred, his tone somewhere between sincere and sarcastic. "Besides, it's not like any of the secrets I know would be useful information if ever your life was threatened." Blaise lie there and let Draco's hands wander where they may. "At least you're capable of admitting you've made mistakes. I'm impressed."
"Oh?" Draco questioned as soon as he heard that last statement--well, the one about his life being threatened, that is. His hands paused briefly where they were, and Draco leaned down to whisper almost dangerously into Blaise's ear. "You know that I'm at least bisexual, Blaise. You're the one to take away my virginity. Do you have any idea how precious that is in the pureblood world? Do you have any idea how much my father would want to kill you, and me for letting you do that to me, if he found that out? I'd call that life threatening." Draco didn't move from his close position to Blaise, then, and his fingers started to mimic Blaise's motions from earlier to give the other a massage. "And my mistakes are usually stupid ones, anyway, that deserve admittance." Including letting his emotions go haywire just because he'd been shagged. That was hardly an excuse.
"Hmmm, I'd never thought of it that way, I suppose. But you know I've been left to my own devices since I went to school, over-bearing parents are not my area of expertise," Blaise murmured back, running his lips over Draco's ear and cheek. "Of course, you do make a good point that my life would also be in grave danger, and I have a very healthy sense of self-preservation." Blaise moved to kiss Draco's shoulders and neck, the defiance from earlier washed away with Draco's hesitant attentions. Really, he was a complete sucker for affection. Probably something to do with childhood issues, not that he cared. "Just as well, some people never learn that fine art of humbling themselves."
That word. Draco froze suddenly in what he was doing, and stared hard at Blaise. "And this never leaves this bedroom, either. Malfoys are never humble," quoted Draco in a weak voice. "Father would have my head if he learned I was being weak." It was easy to pretend like everything was fine as Blaise moved to kiss his skin, even as Draco's fingers kept trying to work out the knots in Blaise's muscles now. "Then again, everything we've done here this...weekend, my father would find weak and pathetic." Draco's hands stilled suddenly, and he wasn't quite sure where to go from there. It was just the effect that that one phrase had on him. Humble.
Blaise half-sighed and ran a hand through Draco's hair, his mouth moving against the pulse point, "Of course I'm not going to say anything Draco. I thought we'd agreed that you'd give me a little credit in the discretion department." His tongue darted out, running a stripe to Draco's jaw, "and don't let anyone tell you that what we've done was in anyway weak or pathetic on your part. Bollocks to your father, I think the only opinions on what passed in my home that matter are mine and yours. And I think you were quite brilliant. Oh, and don't stop that," he purred pushing his skin into Draco's hand insistently.
A shiver crept through Draco's body as his friend did those wonderful things to him. And he was brilliant. That was enough to cause Draco's mind to stop thinking along those lines, for now, at least. But Blaise was asking for something, and that was the least he could do. His fingers kept massaging the other, and the blonde stared down at the boy--no, man--before him with a curious look. "Would you have kept me safe, Blaise? From...from Vol..." Draco started, then gulped once, then finally said it, "from Voldemort? If I'd...if I'd asked...that is." He fell silent, but never once stopped moving his fingers against his friend's skin. "He used me, Blaise. He used me to teach my father a lesson, and I...I nearly lost it. Hell, I tried casting an Unforgiveable on Potter when the bloke caught me in my one moment of weakness that year." Draco smiled distractedly at the memory. "But...but had I come to you that night instead of braving it on my own..." Draco trailed off, unable to finish his sentence correctly.
"I would have taken you with me to France, Draco. You know I never did agree with what was going on, and if I had known what your father had gotten you into, I wouldn't have hesitated," Blaise asserted, staring back through half-lidded eyes. "It certainly would have made things a little more interesting there," he chuckled lightly to diffuse the somber mood.
At that plain and simple admission, Draco stared down at his friend with a whole new light. His arms suddenly went around Blaise in the form of a tight hug as Draco buried his face against Blaise's neck. "I wish I would have asked you, then," he murmured softly. "I've never told anyone everything that happened, Blaise. Did..." Draco's eyes widened briefly. "Did you hear how Crabbe died?" he whispered quietly, realizing he was turning this conversation somber, but not really caring. He had to say it to somebody.
Blaise let his arms slide around Draco's shoulders comfortably and pet his hair absentmindedly, "It's a terrible shame you didn't. I've heard... some. You don't have to tell me anything you know. But I am quite an accomplished listener."
"He cast Fiendfyre," whispered Draco quietly. "I was there, in the room, when he started to cast it. Potter..." Draco paused, not sure how to say this now. "Potter was there, on his bloody broomstick. He...bloody hell, Blaise. He reached out and offered me his hand and I took it. He saved my life, but I...I let Crabbe burn to death, Blaise. I saved my own arse, and let him..." Draco trailed off quietly, staring off silently into the distance as he didn't know what to do next.
"There was nothing you could have done, Draco. First of all he cast the spell himself and should have known better. And it would have been unnecessary that both of you should die for his mistake. Potter was the only one that could have saved anyone, from the sounds of it, and he made the choice, not you." Blaise sighed and ruffled Draco's hair fondly with his fingers, "You're amazingly adept at giving yourself guilt trips. I'm sure you're the only one that blames you for anything you've done. You aren't perfect, and no one can be, you ridiculous git."
"How long have you known me, Blaise? I'm fairly good at giving myself guilt trips," remarked Draco lightly, but he appreciated the comfort. Draco curled closer to his friend, stifling a lazy yawn then. "How...about you tell me what we would have done together in France, then? What could I have been doing instead of fighting for my life?"
"First of all, we would have taken Beauxbatons by storm. Between the two of us, those Frogs wouldn't have stood a chance. And when we'd had enough of that, between seducing my private tutors and drinking ourselves silly, we'd have ravaged the whole countryside around Mother's villa. Then I suppose you could have joined me for my pilgrimage around Europe. Italy would have been especially fun..." He trailed off, his voice soothing and low, one hand carding his fingers through Draco's hair and along his neck.
Trustingly, Draco laid down beside his friend, a small smile firmly in place on his lips. Blaise really would have risked his arse and stood between Voldemort and his father just to save him. It was fucking fantastic, that's what it was. "Oh, Italy? Do tell," prompted Draco lightly, yawning again as his eyelids threatened to droop even where they lay. Taking a nap had never sounded so wonderful. Maybe Blaise was right, and he did need to loosen up a bit. This whole weekend had been surreal, really.From losing his virginity to this...conversation, Draco didn't quite know what to think of it.
Running fingers lightly over the skin on the side of Draco's neck, Blaise nodded, purring, "Mmm, Italy is amazing. History, food, sex, the sea. I adore it. The people are very laid back. And, honestly, who can find fault with a group of people that say 'Ciao' and don't look like prats doing it? Then of course, there's always the 'when in Rome' mentality. Orgies and more food than you can shake a wand at." Blaise let his eyes fall shut, still petting Draco, "I think you'd like it, pet."
Draco certainly loved this attention. He curled physically closer to Blaise, letting himself start to drift as Blaise's petting seemed to take on a rhythm of its own ."I think I might," he mumbled, though the words slurred more then what Draco was aware of. He suddenly forced his eyes open, not really wanting to forget this moment between them. "Blaise? Don't...don't leave..." he whispered lazily, not making much coherent sense as he suddenly clung to the other. This moment was too precious, far too wonderful, for Draco to want to give up any time soon.
Moving to accommodate Draco's clingy mood, Blaise draped his arms around the other, still gently running his fingers around Draco's skin. "I'm not moving. Besides, it was me that first suggested a nap, don't you remember? Now, stop worrying and sleep," he murmured gently, his lips ghosting Draco's cheekbone and ear. "I'll be here conked out just like you."
"Mmm." Blaise certainly knew how to put him to sleep. All this attention. Why in hell hadn't Draco let himself feel this before now? Bloody hell, this was...well, he couldn't quite describe what it was, because Draco's mind suddenly went blank. "Nighty night, Blaisey," mumbled Draco in an almost sing-song voice. He buried his face against Blaise's neck, and seconds later, his body went limp in Blaise's arms. This was comfortable, and Draco felt so completely safe that he didn't want to move an inch, ever again.
Blaise watched as nearly ten years disappeared from Draco as he curled up against his chest. Still stark naked, too. "Night, Draco," he murmured, petting him slower and slower as he himself dozed off.