Nightmare Pining (Drarry)

Draco slept through all his Friday classes without a second thought. His teachers where used to this by now and didn't notice him missing. The only two people who did where Blaise, and of course Harry. Blaise was used to his friend doing this, the blonde blowing off his classes and more often than not, his, well everything.

Harry had just now noticed this. So when he didn't show up for anything on Friday, he was nervous, and just a little, okay maybe a lot concerned. He was fidgeting in his seat during history of magic. How could he not be concerned? What if Draco had-he wouldn't. He was getting better right? Not that Harry thought that there was anything wrong with him. There was nothing wrong with him right?

Draco was sleeping, dreaming of nothing, which was a relief to Blaise, when he woke him up at lunch as Draco would often have nightmares, and yell in his sleep. The others had learned to ignore it, but it woke Blaise up every time, a constant reminder of the war. A constant reminder that he had one more person to look after, to protect from themselves. Draco had always been self-destructive, mainly using sex, or not eating.

The first time they had slept together was almost a year ago, about a month after the last battle. Draco had come out as bi. There had been kisses, and it started off slowly, neither where exactly begginers, it was unspoken, it wasn't often at first, and after Dracos parents where both in Azkaban Blaise found himself at the Manor so much he moved in. It was assumed that living together would mean more sex, more touching, more of whatever it was they where doing, but it slowed down considerably. That was when Blaise realized that sex was synonymous to self harm.

If it wasn't Blaise, it would've been someone else, someone less safe less knowing. Someone who didn't care. The sex wasn't bad and nothing Blaise would say about Dracos mental health would change what the blonde boy thought of himself.

And that was how Blaise found himself cornered by Draco, whose lips where feverishly working their way past his jaw and down his neck in the Slytherin dorms during lunch.

"Shouldn't we-" Blaise stumbled through his words "shouldn't we go somewhere- somewhere else?" He was humming by the end of his sentence. 

"If you want, personally, I don't care if someone finds us, it's the thrill" Draco stopped abruptly, rolling his rs, and staring almost innocently into the taller boys eyes.

Draco felt Blaise reel at the loss of contact, and knew he wasn't going to get an answer. He resumed his position at the base of Blaises jaw, sucking on the skin underneath his ear.

He mouthed his way past his neck, unbuttoning the white shirt that covered Blaises torso, kissing his way down to his collerbone, and pushing the darker boy against the bed post behind him. He knew what Blaise liked, he knew he loved the slow build to full blown passion between the two.

Sure Blaise felt bad, he did feel bad, really bad, but when Draco kisses you and pins you against a wall. You'd have to experience it to understand. Blaise was mentally preparing himself for an amazing blowjob, it didn't matter how many times they had done this, it would always feel better than the last, always like they where doing it for the first time.

Always felt so-Blaise moaned, for the first time in a while without forcing it, Draco was barely touching him, he hadn't even done anything yet, maybe that's why he did it, he hadn't done anything yet.

Draco was usually fast, willing to do anything to please the other person, willing to give up humanity to feel something at the hands of someone else. It didn't feel like that this time, maybe because he had just woken up, maybe it was because he wasn't feeling awful, maybe it was because for the first time in a long time the two had kissed.

When he heard that moan, the real one, not the fake ones Blaise used when he wanted Draco to feel better, Draco knew there was something right about the situation they where in. He planted kisses on his collerbone, making hickeys in places that would easily show if he wasn't careful, the dark purple blooming underneath his dark skin. When he was sure he had done enough there, he moved to his chest, kissing, licking, biting at anything he could find, eliciting whimpers and profanity from his partner. When finally made his way to Blaises stomach, the darker boy cupped his face pulling his chin up to make eye contact.

"As much as I love what you're doing to me, we have half an hour left, and if we start, I wouldn't be able to stop, we wouldn't be able to stop." Blaise pulled Draco off his knees. "Come to class with me, get dressed."

"We've done it quicker than that before, what makes this any different?" Draco was staring at Blaises hands as the dark boy buttoned his shirt and straightened his tie.

"Did you want to turn this into a quickie in a broom cubbord? I want to take my time this time Draco, it's been so long since this was anything more than sex"

"Blaise just let me do this for you, I'll be good for you, please let me be good for you." Draco felt like he was going to cry. It had been a while since Blaise had refused him anything.

Blaise pulled off Dracos shirt and helped him into a white button up moments later after kissing him gently. He tied his friends tie, and helped him into a fresh pair of slacks, not making it apparent that he meant to brush against the blondes upper thigh just to hear his gasp.

"I promise you, tonight and tomorrow, all about us." They where kissing again. "We'll pick up exactly where we left off." Blaise was mumbling into Dracos soft lips as they sat on his bed, just being near each other for the remaining time they had in each other's company alone.

Harry saw Draco in their shared afternoon classes and smiled to himself. At least he was okay.

To Draco the afternoon classes passed by painfully slow, especially with Blaise right next to him, brushing hands, whispering complements, there was no way he was doing this on accident.

The only class he could pay attention in was alchemy, when Blaise had a free period. He had left Draco with a kiss on his forehead and words that echoed in his ears throughout the class, leaving his chest hurting in his heart place. Wasn't he supposed to like Harry?

"Meet me in the room of requirement when you're done Dray" Blaises voice had been low, husky, like it had been earlier, the eloquence it was usually filled with gone. 

The third years trying to get in jumped as Blaise hurried past them, the door opening as soon as he willed it to. They looked at him distainfully, muttering under their breaths as he closed the door behind him. He didn't care. The room was as it usually was when he and Draco showed up, looking suspiciously like the dorms, except only one bed, and couches. Neither had bothered to search through the cabinets along the walls, not that they both hadn't thought of it, just that they never had time. Everything in here was fast, and Blaise never got a good look. He had more than an hour until Draco got back, he had nothing to do. He lit the fireplace, and opened a cubbord gingerly. A gleam of metal hit his eyes as rows of knives where exposed to the dim light. His heart sped up and he slammed the cubbord shut. Knives? What the hell?

"Jesus, what do they expect kids to do in here? Skin each other alive?"

He reserved himself to just read for the nextime hour.

Draco opened the door to where Blaise was waiting for him, half expecting to walk in on another swimming tournament. He was happy to see Blaise half asleep, gazing at the embers of a fire.

Curling up beside him, he draped Blaises arm over him and kicked off his shoes. He nuzzled into the taller boys neck, his mouth even with his ear, kissed his cheek, and whispered something along the lines of "you owe me".

"And how can I repay this debt I have made my dear?"

Draco blushed and prodded at a particularly purple hicky he had left on Blaises neck.

"Don't interrupt me this time you ass you've been teasing me all day, and now you're all mine"

"All yours? Wasn't I already Dray?"

"Shut up" Draco flushed, and nipped at the boys ear.

Blaise smirked.

"I said we'll start where we left off, this darling is not it."

"Oh hush, we're starting from the beginning" Draco pulled him up, pushing him in the general direction of the bed, missing completely, ending up shoving him lightly into the wall. Blaise laughed into Dracos mouth and bit the blondes lip.

Draco wanted to stay like that all night, kissing, breathing, but Blaises hands on his ass reminded him that they could do both. He repeated the motions of earlier, spending more time in the places that had gained the most noise, his collerbone, where his ribs met his abs, taking more time than he had this morning knowing it was making Blaise impatient.

Draco took his time with the button of Blaises pants. Pulling them down and kissing his thighs and calves in the process. Blaise stepped out of them, and Draco pushed him to the bed, sitting him down, and pulling a pillow for under his knees.

"Planning to be down there a while?" Blase rasped, the thought of Draco giving him a long slow blowjob making his cock ache.

Draco avoided Blaises hard on, kissing his thighs, hips, he was counting the amount of moans he elicited from him.

"Please Dray you're killing me" he whined and grinded on nothing, hoping to get friction. "God, please" he stroked Dracos hair.

"As you wish" Draco whispered, the boxer briefs Blaise was wearing where soon on the floor, and Dracos mouth was around him, sucking, licking, swallowing. At this point Blaise could've gotten a half assed hand job and been happy, he didn't deserve this, Draco didn't have to do this for him, so begrudgingly, Blaise pulled Draco up.

"You've done enough my dear. Let me have a turn." Blaise said as confidentiality ad he could muster through the breathless moans that still plagued him.

"B, you're still- let me be good for you, please" Draco gasped, fumbling over words as he struggled to catch his breath.

"You already are, you're always the one who's being good for me, you're always good. Let me do this please Draco."

Draco sat next to him, and unbuttoned his shirt, he started to pull down his pants and Blaise took his hands, kissing his palms, knuckles, wrists.

"No. Not yet, I don't want to do anything before you're ready. I promise."

Draco nodded dumbly, taking off his outer robes, and pulling Blaises off with it, their shirts came off next, slowly, and Blaise was still kissing his way up Dracos right hand. They sat like this until Blaise reached his shoulder, he peppered kisses up to his mouth, and kissed the soft pink lips that where held open by shallow breaths.

"What do you want?"

Draco almost reeled at the question.

"What?"

"What do you want?"

"W-whatever you want"

"No. What do you want." Blaise was stern this time.

"I-i don't-" his mind flashed back to the other night, those thoughts weren't all necessarily about Harry. "I want you to use me. Ruin me. Claim me. Make me yours. Please Blaise."

Blaise wasn't shocked.

"Please? Please Blaise fuck me like a cheap whore, a harlot, please."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, you ass I'm positive. I'll tell you if it's too much." Draco leaned into him, kissing again, Blaise slid Draco out of his pants. Pulling off his underwear he took him into his hands. Pulling him close and snaking an arm around him, he stroked as he whispered

"Can you come untouched for me?"

Blaise had always been good at eating ass, this was on a whole other plane, his slender fingers where stretching Draco, his mouth accompanied the two fingers inside of him.

"Ready?" Came a warm laugh from behind him.

"Has anyone ever told you thathat you're an asshole? "

Blaise coated his cock in lube and extracted his fingers from Draco, who whined at the loss.

Draco was unprepared for what came next, his eyes had been closed, and he hadn't seen Blaise ready himself and give the first thrust. His eyes shot open as Blaise sat back, sheathed in Draco. Draco cried out as the dick in his ass repeatedly grazed his prostate at even the slightest of movements.

Draco came first, untouched as promised, almost sobbing, gasping for air, and yelling any word that crossed his mind. Blaise pulled out as Draco came, looking down at the Blonde boy.

"Don't you fucking dare." Those where the only words Blaise needed to hear, and he back to slowly and relentlessly fucking Draco. When he came, he fell next to him on the bed, panting and almost asleep.

"What time is it?" Draco mumbled.

"Nine. We should probably head back. We've been gone for a while."

"That. That."

"Shh, just get dressed, I'll carry you to the dorms."