Fic: The Rescue (Blaise/Theo, NC-17) for mr_mercutio Author:torrinne Recipient:mr_mercutio Title: The Rescue Rating: Mature. Not for the eyes of anyone under 18! Pairing(s): Blaise Zabini / Theodore Nott Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older. Summary: Blaise is assigned to make sure that Theo is behaving like a good Death Eater-to-be. Things end up backfiring. Warnings: Rimming, slash sex. Could be considered dub-con, depending on your point of view. Word Count: 3214 Author's Notes: See the end.
The Rescue Written for Mr. Mercutio as part of the HP Yule Balls Exchange
Part One – Break
Blaise sat under a tree staring morosely out towards the Forbidden Forest, clutching a letter in his fist. He had read it so many times that the once-fine parchment was now crumpled and the ink was beginning to fade.
My Darling Son,
I expect that this letter finds you in good health, and that your studies are progressing well. You have always been a credit to the Zabini name, and I expect you will continue to be in the future. I have received good reports thus far, and am pleased.
I recently dined with Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. Narcissa mentioned to me that Theodore Nott – a classmate of yours, I believe? – has grown somewhat estranged from his parents. You know, of course, that your stepfather and Theodore's father are close friends, and he would appreciate it if you could speak to Theodore and help him to reconcile with his family.
I will expect word of your success before Christmas.
All my love,
The letter, phrased in the polite language that every pureblood learned from early childhood, was little more than a set of orders. He was to make sure that Theodore was still a good little Death Eater-to-be or get him to change his mind before Christmas, or else.
Blaise had tried everything he could think of to approach Theo, but the boy had simply avoided him whenever possible and ignored him the rest of the time. Now it was the day before Christmas break, and he would have to report his failure to Lord Voldemort himself. There was no way for him to hide from his fate, either. He had thought about seeking sanctuary at Hogwarts, but that wouldn't be possible this year. After the Ministry's admission that the Dark Lord had returned, the Headmaster had decided to close the school over the vacation so that the wards could be strengthened on the Winter Solstice, the day when the Light triumphs over the Dark.
The worst part, Blaise had decided, was that he was pretty sure that he was starting to fall in love with Theo. The way he tilted his head to the left while he was reading. The way he cut all of his food up into little pieces before he started eating. The way there were always ink stains on his fingers because of the funny way he held his quill. Blaise knew all of his habits as well as if he had been living with Theo for years.
"Blaise! Move your arse, our parents are here." Blaise sighed as he was rudely jolted out of his thoughts. It was Draco, of course. Their mothers were friends – or as close to friends as it was possible to be in their circle – and Narcissa was graciously allowing them to stay at the manor until the Death Eater's meeting.
"I'm coming. Keep your hair on," Blaise hollered back, getting to his feet with a slight groan. He must have been sitting by the lake for hours, if the stiffness of his knees was anything to go by, and he still hadn't managed to come up with a solution to this problem.
The two boys walked silently back up to the castle. Both knew that if they said anything, it would end in a row. Blaise knew Draco had to be hoping that his own failure might be overlooked. Blaise wasn't sure what Draco's mission this year was, but from his overly smug behavior at the beginning of the year, he knew that there must be one.
As they approached the castle, Blaise composed the expression on his face to one of cheer, appropriate to a student who was about to leave school for Christmas. He couldn't allow his mother to know that he had failed, and would soon be facing the wrath of an angry Dark Lord.
Every inch of his skin was on fire. The meeting had begun nearly two hours ago, and Blaise had spent most of it in chains, being subjected to the curses of the assembled Death Eaters. During his more lucid moments, he knew he was lucky that the Dark Lord hadn't chosen to participate in the punishment. The rest of the time, he wished that he could just die. At least he would stop hurting.
Blaise's hold on consciousness slipped for a moment. When he returned to himself, the meeting appeared to be ending. Death Eaters were Apparating out of the manor house where the meeting had been held.
He struggled a little against the chains holding him in place, until he heard the sound of someone approaching him. Afraid that more torture was in store, he froze, until he recognized the scent of his mother's perfume, though his mother was still out of sight.
"Oh, my son! My poor son. We'll have you safe soon." He heard the soft rustling sound of a wand being drawn, then the murmured spell. "Quies."* And then, mercifully, he knew nothing.
Part Two – Repair
When Blaise woke, the first thing he noticed was that nothing hurt. For a moment, he couldn't remember why he had been expecting to be in pain, but then the memory of the Death Eater meeting caught up with him. He lurched into a sitting position, and opened his eyes.
He found himself alone in a small bedroom. It was dark, but he could make out the presence of a lamp within reach on a bedside table. He reached over to flick it on, and it flared to life, revealing the fact that the room had certainly seen better days. There was a window covered by thick, tattered curtains, in the same color blue as the faded paint on the walls. The bedside table was battered and a different color from the wood of the bed, which appeared to be the best piece of furniture in the room. It was definitely not a room in any of the Zabini houses, and Blaise's only comfort was that it didn't look like a room that would be in the home of any Death Eater.
He glanced down at himself, and was somewhat surprised to find that he was wearing the shirt and trousers that he had put on under his Death Eater garb. They must have been cleaned at some point, since he knew they couldn't have been fit to wear by the end of the meeting.
"Where the hell am I?" His voice was hoarse, so the words came out as a raspy whisper. He was starting to try getting out of the bed when the door slowly creaked open. Blaise was stunned, and froze with one leg hanging over the side of the bed.
"Theo? What are you doing here? Where is here?"
At first, Theo remained silent. Rather than speaking, he pushed the door the rest of the way open, revealing a tray of food. He carried it over to the table, and shoved the lamp over to make room for it. Then he frowned at Blaise, seeming to realize for the first time that Blaise was halfway out of the bed.
"Where do you think you're going? Get back into bed, you'll hurt yourself. And leave room for me, I'm not standing to explain things."
Blaise scowled at the way he was being treated, but knew how stubborn Theo could be. There was no way he was going to get any information out of the other boy unless he behaved himself. Once they were both settled, Theo began to speak.
"I guess this all starts right after that fiasco at the Department of Mysteries. Potter and his cronies shouldn't have been able to beat a squad of the Dark Lord's best people. They ought to have been toast.
"It started me thinking about all that rot my father preached at me. I did some research and some thinking, and decided that I didn't want to be on the losing side of this war. I won't say I really care for the winning side either, but I don't really think I'm suited to life in Azkaban. So, I got this place. It's not much, but I could afford it without using my father's money. We're in Kingston. A Muggle suburb of London.
"So. Apparently your mother wasn't too happy about the way you got hurt. She couldn't take you to Saint Mungo's, and it wasn't safe for you to stay somewhere that the Death Eaters could find. I guess I was the first person she thought of. She's been back a few times, but she can't stay long, or people will wonder where she is. And that's about it."
Blaise's head was reeling. Why would his mother bring him here, when the Zabini family had houses all over the world? Suddenly, it dawned on him, and he barked out a bitter laugh.
"For a Slytherin, you're a rotten liar," he rasped. "My mother would never have trusted my health to someone she didn't know, especially someone she would call a traitor. And did you know that she trained as a healer before she married my father?" He swung his legs back over the side of the bed, got up, and felt around in his pocket. Theo, who seemed stunned that he had been caught, stared at him.
"What did you do with my wand?" Mutely, Theo pointed towards the bedside table. For the first time, Blaise noticed that the table had a drawer in it. He pulled it open, and to his relief, his wand was sitting inside. He grabbed it, and had stalked halfway to the door when Theo finally found his voice.
"Wait. Please…just give me five minutes." Against his better judgment, Blaise stopped walking, and turned to face Theo.
"Did you want me to thank you, or something?" Theo was shaking his head before he could even finish the sentence.
"No. Look, I just…you said 'someone she would call a traitor'. You don't think I'm a traitor? I'm going against everything we're supposed to believe in."
Blaise sighed. "After that last meeting, I can see why you wouldn't want to be a part of that. You're pretty lucky, really, to be able to get out."
"You could too, you know." The words were so quiet that for a moment, Blaise didn't know if he had imagined them. But after a moment, Theo continued talking.
"All you really have to do is go to Gringotts. They can get you your inheritance, and get you emancipated. You could still go to Hogwarts." He hesitated for a moment before continuing. "You could…stay here, if you didn't have another place to go."
This time, it was Blaise's turn to be stunned. For a moment, he was frozen, but after a moment he headed back towards the bed to sit down. He was almost there when his body decided to remind him that it wasn't quite healed yet. His knees gave out without warning, and he landed half on the bed, and half on the floor. He heard a groan from somewhere above him, and then hands were grasping him under the arms and pulling him up onto the bed. Looking up, his breath caught in his throat when he found his face only a few centimeters away from Theo's.
All Blaise could think of was how close his lips were to Theo's. He was leaning a little closer without meaning to. He didn't realize how close he was getting until Theo shifted position to pull him into a comfortable sitting position, and their lips just barely brushed. That was the last straw for Blaise's self control. He moved one hand to the back of Theo's head, and pulled him into a crushing kiss.
A few seconds later, Blaise's brain caught up to his body, and he pulled back. What was he thinking? He didn't even know if Theo liked boys, let alone him, but here he was snogging him like the end of the world was coming.
Blaise started to stammer an apology, but the words died on his tongue when he saw the look on Theo's face. He had been expecting anger and scorn at the worst, and confusion at the best. He wasn't prepared for the honest look of desire that he found. But he didn't have much time to wonder at the expression, because Theo was pulling him forward into another kiss.
This kiss was everything their first wasn't. It was sweet and full of fire all at the same time, and Blaise was completely lost in it. He didn't protest when Theo started to pull up his shirt so that his fingers could roam across Blaise's chest. It wasn't until those clever fingers pulled away from his chest to undo the buttons of his trousers that Blaise pulled back a little. Before he could form a coherent protest, Theo was speaking in a low, soothing voice.
"If you want me to stop, I will. But I've been watching you just as much as you've been watching me, and I think we both want this." While Blaise was distracted by his words, Theo's hand slipped into his trousers, and began to tease the head of his rapidly swelling cock. Blaise gasped at the sensation, and barely registered Theo's next words. "The only thing is…I don't bottom. If that's going to be a problem…" Blaise froze. Granted, he wasn't the most promiscuous person in Slytherin – that title went to Draco Malfoy without a shadow of a doubt – but he was experienced enough to know that he enjoyed topping.
Theo seemed to sense his fear. The talented hand that had been caressing the head of his cock pulled away. It was replaced without warning by the other hand, which slipped into the back of his trousers and pants. Blaise couldn't help letting out a moan when one finger began to rub a gentle circle along the ring of muscles at the opening of his anus. That seemed to be exactly the reaction Theo had been looking for, because he was smiling when he spoke again.
"Just try it. I promise you'll enjoy it." Blaise hesitated for a moment, then nodded his permission.
Immediately, Theo became a whirlwind of motion. Clothes were flung every which way, and a murmured cleansing spell caused an odd tingling sensation in Blaise's anus. Through it all, his finger never stopped it's gentle massage of Blaise's ass, and he could feel the muscles starting to relax. Once they were both completely nude, the finger stilled, and Blaise had to stifle a whimper. He must have looked upset at the sudden loss of sensation, because Theo chuckled.
Theo gently guided Blaise to turn over onto his stomach, and then nudged his limbs until he was completely spread out. He was a little alarmed at the feeling of silk on his left wrist, and the feeling intensified when he realized that Theo was tying his wrists to the headboard with a silk tie. Once they were secured, Blaise felt a soothing touch on his back.
"Just trust me, okay? I promise this will feel good." After a moment, the circling finger returned to his anus, slowly coaxing him to relax. The finger withdrew for a moment, to be replaced by something softer and wetter. By twisting his head around, Blaise managed to catch a glimpse of Theo with his head buried in Blaise's ass. For a moment, Blaise was disgusted, but before long he was lost in the sensation. He was relaxed enough that the tongue began to dip into his anus, withdrawing quickly only to flick in again.
Blaise began to whimper and squirm wordlessly pleading for more. He heard another chuckle from behind him, the sound sending vibrations through his entire body as the tongue slipped inside him again. He groaned when Theo pulled away from his ass with a slurping sound, and tried to turn around to beg Theo for more. A firm hand on the back of his neck kept him from moving. He could hear the sound of a jar being opened, and then the fingers were back at his ass. This time, they were dipping inside him just as Theo's tongue had been doing a moment before.
Theo started off with one finger, but soon had progressed up to two. It burned slightly, but Blaise was quickly becoming used to this sensation. It helped when Theo hit…something…inside him that sent a jolt of pleasure through his entire body. The intense sensation distracted Blaise so much that the third finger Theo added didn't bother him at all.
After a few more minutes of this, and several more prods to that spot inside of him, Theo withdrew his fingers completely. The only thing that kept Blaise from whimpering in dismay was the sound of the jar opening again, and he realized what must be coming next. Immediately he tensed up. A moment later, the fingers were circling his anus again, and Theo was whispering in his ear.
"You're doing wonderfully. Just relax now. I promised it would feel good, didn't I? Trust me." Blaise sighed, and he could feel his muscles unclenching again. Immediately, he felt something pressing at him that was much larger than a finger. It burned a little, but Theo had been right. The pain he had been expecting never came, and soon he could feel Theo pressed all the way against his back, filling him up completely.
It was nothing like he had expected. Being filled like that somehow made him feel…special. Cherished. But he didn't have time to think about it for long, because Theo was thrusting into him slowly. He changed angles with every stroke, and before long he was prodding that same spot inside of Blaise that turned his bones into water every time it was touched. He barely noticed when Theo reached up to untie his wrists, because at the same moment, the other hand reached down to firmly grasp his cock.
It only took a few well-timed squeezes, coupled with the thrusts in his ass, before Blaise was spraying milky come over the bedspread. Theo gave one more thrust, then released his own come inside Blaise's ass.
Still wrapped around Blaise, Theo maneuvered them under the covers, so that Blaise's head lay on his chest. By this point, Blaise was lethargic and almost asleep, but he had enough energy to speak in a low voice.
"Theo. Why did you lie to me?"
There was silence for a moment, then Theo spoke, his voice equally soft.
"I was afraid if I told you I'd snatched you from the Death Eaters, you'd leave."
Again, silence descended. Blaise spent a few minutes deep in thought, but he was too tired to hold off deciding for long.
"I think…I'll take you up on that offer," he mumbled.
As he drifted into sleep, he could have sworn that once again he heard Theo's low chuckle.