Give You Peace

Disclaimer: I do not own Draco or Blaise, or Harry, or anyone else for that matter.

Author's Note: This is the first in a series of I think four. Not sure whether they'll be separate fics or put into one.

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Give You Peace

Draco had spent sixteen years studying and training for this moment. His father had bred him for it, desiring to leave an heir to continue servservice to the Dark Lord. As he considered the ceremony of the evening, carefully looking through his lowered eyelashes across the dark hoods of those that had gathered at the cemetery in Little Hangleton, he had felt bile rise up in his throat. A strong hand rested upon his shoulder and though he could not recognize the face as
it was hidden behind the mask of Voldemort's followers, he knew that it was his father.


He had moved forward at the urging of his father's hand, his mind only focusing enough on the task to ensure that he remained erect. It made no sense. Draco had spent his life knowing that this moment would come; however now, he wished nothing more than to be back in the confines of Hogwarts. He would spend the rest of his days as a Hufflepuff if it would save him from this fate.


"Master Malfoy," a high pitched voice squealed. Draco succumbed to the pressure on his shoulder and dropped to his knees, lowering his head to the groin sin submission. "As the father has served me, so shall you my son. Do you know what is required of you?"


Draco swallowed, willing the sickness that threatened to overcome him to remain at bay. He licked his lips swiftly, not willing to hesitate too long for fear of arousing suspicion. "Submission to only you my Lord," was his reply. It had been well rehearsed throughout the years and was sufficient.


"What of your family?" Voldemort continued, raising the young boys chin so that his eyes met his own.


Draco fought to remain composed at the sight of the flaming red eyes and touch of the broken man that was before him. "I renounce my family and friends and devote my life to your service. I have no obligations but the obligation a servant gives to his master."


"You have taught him well Lucius. But he is reluctant."


"My Lord," Draco continued without hesitation, "I have spent my life preparing to serve you. I beg that you do not mistake the nervousness of a young man with reluctance to serve."


Lucius had prepared his son well. He had not been willing to allow for any room for error. Draco had cast out all of the reason's he doubted pledging his life to the Dark Lord from his mind as his father had taught him. Voldemort could sense his unease, but he would not be able to pinpoint its source.


"The Dark Lord does not make mistakes," the high pitched voice continued. "As your father has served me well over the years, pledging your life to my service even before you were conceived, you shall be welcoto wto walk amongst us. Are you prepared to receive your mark?"


The pain, Draco's mind knew had been unfathomable. He had willed himself not to scream. It would not due for him to show weakness, his father had warned over the years. As he blocked out the pain, he seemed to block out the world around him. In those moments as that mark of evil was branded into his skin, Draco shut down. Information was filtered into him only as facts. He did not acknowledge the rowdy cheers as a small muggle girl was brought to the center of the circle and stripped in celebration. He saw the rape, but did not question the morality of it, nor the fact that the child could not even be ten years of age.


Draco chose to remain in the background, ignoring the encouragement he received to celebrate, only responding when Voldemort indicated that he may return to school after the child's body lay lifeless.


Walking through the hallways, Draco remained detached. When he saw the little Weasel and Potter making their way in from the lake, he had no inclination to stop and take points. He remained focused on the sound of his footsteps as he made his way to his room back across the castle.


"Malfoy," a voice called.


Draco did not stop. He had been marked. He was above the rules of his childhood.


"Malfoy," the voice echoed, louder this time and more insistent.


Draco raised an eyebrow briefly, before stopping abruptly and turning to face the Head Boy. "Zabini, I'm not in the mood this evening."


"And I didn't ask," Blaise retorted easily. "What may I ask are you doing out after curfew."


Draco considered the question briefly before a smirk played upon his lips. Shifting his weight to one side he replied with a smirk upon his face, "I had an audience with The Dark Lord. You do understand?"


Blaise blanched momentarily as he looked at his housemate. "That's not funny Malfoy. Dumbledore is already watching you like a hawk. I thought we had plans," Blaise continued completely oblivious.


"I don't have time to listen to you whine like some silly bint," Draco replied before turning to continue to the dungeons.


As he turned, Blaise caught his forearm in his hand, gasping as he saw Draco flinch.


"You didn't let them," the tall slender boy began, his voice struggling to maintain the hushed calm that he was known for.


Draco snatched his arm back as Blaise moved to roll up his sleeve. "Let them," he hissed. "Do tell me, as you are so well versed at remaining calm despite the storm, how exactly do you suggest that I deny my birthright as Voldemort's whore in a congregation of his flunkies?"


As Draco felt Blaise's hand rest upon the same resting place that his father's hand had taken hours before, all of the emotions he had swallowed since taking the mark erupted. "Don't fucking touch me," he bellowed, driving Blaise back into the stone wall with his forearm.


Mrs. Norris looked up at the two Slytherins as she entered the corridor with a meow. "Draco," Blaise started as the blonde wizard walked away.


Draco had walked purposefully towards the dungeons, not wanting to have an encounter with Filch. Make no mistake; he wasn't concerned with trivialities such as house points or detentions any more. He knew however, he might well spend the rest of his life in Azkaban for killing a certain grounds keeper were they to cross paths. Blaise had followed carefully, not wanting to confront Draco again until they were safely within the boy's room.


"Get out," the normally timid Head Boy had bellowed at his house mates when he stepped into the dormitory that Draco Malfoy shared with the other seventh year Slytherins.


"Stuff it Zabini," had been the reply of Vincent Crabbe which was answered with a Petrificus Totalus charm, followed by a Banishing Charm that cast him quite violently out of the room.


"Any more objections," the Head Boy enquired as everyone quickly filed out of the room leaving him alone with Draco.


"Zabini, hard as it might be for you to understand in your perfect little world, some of us have had a long night and would like to sleep," Draco drawled as he removed his robes and his shirt.


Blaise stayed still for a moment, undoubtedly trying to gather his thoughts before crossing the room. He kissed Draco's neck lightly, wrapping his arms around his midsection tightly, not allowing the smaller wizard to wrench from his grasp. Draco closed his eyes as he rolled his neck to Blaise's kisses. "Don't shut me out," Blaise whispered, drawing Draco out of the moment.


"I have no obligations but the obligation a servant gives to his master," Draco stated mechanically, recalling the words he had spoken when asked of his family.


"Draco, I am not an obligation. I'm not asking you for promises," Blaise countered not letting Draco out of his arms.


Draco considered the young Italian wizard that had become his lover last year. Blaise Zabini was the quiet voice in Slytherin house. He was not well known before attending Hogwarts though his name was, as one of the richest wizarding families in Italy. His family had made a point in not taking sides over the generations, remaining decidedly neutral. Blaise could never understand what Draco had promised tonight. He could never understand that one day he could be called to kill his lover, wife, mother, or child for no reason at all and would be obligated to do so.


Blaise began kissing Draco again, allowing his fingertips to move soothingly across the marred flesh where he had been marked. "Just let me be your peace," he pleaded against Draco's ear, wanting to bring the young wizard he had come to love solace, even if he could not change reality.


Blaise's voice and touch, at one time calming to Draco were now infuriating. He broke from Blaise's grasp, pushing him back up to the wall. "Peace? You dare speak of Peace? You are as foolish as those Gryffindors. There is no peace for me, never has been. The only 'peace' you can be is my piece of ass," he replied harshly as he spun Blaise against the wall, unbuckling his trousers and letting the fall to the ground.


"Do you still want to be my 'piece'," Draco hissed in Blaise's ear as he lifted the back of his robe and sought out his entrance.


Blaise gasped as he felt Draco prodding at his entrance with two dry fingers. Draco laughed as he roughly entered Blaise with two fingers, ignoring his whimpers of discomfort. "Your asshole is so tight, you were just waiting for me to come running to you and stretch you out weren't you?" he continued roughly, biting Blaise's neck sharply.


"Draco, you don't have to..." Blaise started before Draco withdrew his fingers from him abruptly and spun him around.


"Shut up," he hissed as he brought his hand sharply across Blaise's face silencing him. "You followed me," he slowly stated, a smirk falling across his face. "You wanted me so badly tonight? Well I'm going to give you what you wanted and then some."


Blaise raised his head defiantly, unwilling to yield to Draco.


"Get on your knees," Draco hissed. Blaise had never denied him before in anything. Their lovemaking had always been intense and passionate. But it had always been on equal footing. A surge of arousal shot through Draco when he saw Blaise sink to his knees to take his cock in his mouth. He had barely taken Draco's tip between his lips, before the blond wizard fisted his hands in the dark curls of Blaise's hairpumppump his long prick slowly in and out of Blaise's mouth.


Draco ignored the sounds of choking coming from the wizard below him and continued to pump in slowly, pulling the wizards hair harder than necessary at times, reveling in the moans of discomfort he could draw from his lover. When the intrusion in Blaise's throat caused him to break into a coughing fit in which he lost control, and his top teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of head the wizard pulled out abruptly and slapped him sharply again.


"You can't even suck cock properly," he spat out at Blaise before ordering him to open his mouth and put out his tongue. Draco drunk with the control he was exercising over the handsome dark man below him, began fisting his cock anxiously, pausing at times to slap it against Blaise's lips, tongue, and cheeks. As he looked at Blaise's half closed eyes, his tongue flicking up anxiously to try and lap at the swollen head, Draco lost control. His orgasm was hard, causing his back to arch as his cum splattered across Blaise's lips, eyelids and forehead.


Blaise sat back down on his heels and slowly started to fist his own cock as he licked his lips, clearing the cum that Draco had spilled there. He continued to stroke himself with his right hand with slow languid strokes, as he lifted his left hand to collect the misplaced sperm. Slowly he sucked his fingers clean as he looked up at Draco. Draco could feel himself stirring again as he watched his lover seek out every spilled drop to taste. He had hurt him tonight he knew, with his words, with his body. The emotions he had been unable to show at his initiation were now being cast at Blaise in every way possible, but he was still here.


Draco pulled Blaise over to his bed. As Blaise continued to stroke his cock sitting on the end of the bed, he kneeled behind him. "Don't stop," he hissed in his ear, before reaching around to pinch the wizard's nipples sharply. Blaise's back arched at the jolt of pain but his hand quickened slightly as he continued to stroke himself.


"Ahhh, so you like that," Draco questioned as he lowered his head to bite Blaise's shoulder. Blaise's moan did not go unnoticed by Draco. "You want this don't you?"


Blaise began to stroke his cock faster as his other hand fell to twist his balls. Draco unfolded his legs from beneath him and spread Blaise's wider before moving his legs to cover his lover's holding them open. "Squeeze them harder," he hissed as he bit lightly upon Blaise's shoulder, twisting his nipples forcefully between his fingers. He watched Blaise's hand constrict tightly upon his balls and dropped his hands to his lover's thighs suddenly digging his fingernails into the flesh.


Blaise groaned loudly as his strokes sped up considerably, Draco's nails drawing blood from his thighs as he came with a groan. "Don't spill it," Draco hissed in his ear as he watched it shoot up from his hands. Draco contained a laugh as Blaise raised his hands covered in his release to the blonde wizard's mouth. "That's not for me," Draco mused, his eyes focusing on the red marks his nails had left on his lover's thigh.


As Draco watched Blaise take his fingers in his mouth, deliberately tasting his own release, the reality of what had happened hits him. Sliding to his knees between Blaise's thighs Draco began to lick the wounds that he had inflicted upon his lover's flesh. "I'm, I didn't mean," Draco stammered, not able to find the humility for an apology.


Blaise's eyes softened, as he pulled Draco back up to stand before him. "If this is what gives you peace," he started, abandoning the rest of his thought as he closed his eyes and took Draco's cock between his lips again.