All of This and Nothing

Chapter 3

After that morning in the Great Hall, Neville and Blaise were hardly ever seen apart. Neville was utterly relieved; The Trio left him alone entirely, allowing him to spend time with his new boyfriend. \'Boyfriend...\' Neville smiled at the thought. For the first time, he felt complete with Blaise.

Blaise. His tall, dark, and handsome Slytherin. Neville sighed.

He just couldn\'t get enough of him.

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The air whipped up against Blaise\'s face as he raced onward on his broom. Feeling so high and free, his thoughts drifted onto Neville. It had really happened so fast. Just two weeks before, he\'d looked across the Library at Longbottom and realized just how sexy he was! Sure, he was a klutz, and had that adorable stutter... But that just made him that much more endearing to Blaise. His sweetly adorable Gryffindor. \'Don\'t forget completely insatiable!\' his inner voice smirked.

After their feelings for each other became entirely known to the rest of the school, Neville had had no problem with public displays of affection at the oddest of times. The first time, Blaise remembered with a grin, had occurred walking back from Potions the previous Friday.

Neville was due to finish his last class of the day in about fifteen minutes, so they had the rest of the afternoon to themselves to do whatever they pleased. Blaise smirked in anticipation.

Touching down on the between the stands, he walked impatiently toward the Slytherin locker room. \'Jeez, I smell!\' he thought. He took extra care to wash himself thoroughly. It certainly wouldn\'t do to smell terrible for Neville. Blaise sighed. Every time he thought about him, his heart would give a little painful leap. \'I\'ve got it bad!\' he thought to himself.

He turned off the faucets and toweled off. Quickly getting his pants on, he struggled with his shirt, the buttons refusing to go in the holes. \"Oh the irony!\" he chuckled to himself. Blaise quickly won the battle with said shirt, gathered his things, and strode up the hill to the castle.

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Neville strolled out of the Greenhouse toward Gryffindor Tower to put his things away before meeting up with Blaise. A smile worked its way onto his face, and he allowed himself an all-out grin. He just couldn\'t believe he had landed himself the hunkiest guy in their year! For being normally one of the unluckiest guys on the face of the planet, he was doing all right for himself.

\"That smile looks particularly mischievous. I do hope it\'s for me,\" a rich, husky voice said just behind Neville\'s ear. He shuddered. \"I\'ll take that as a yes.\" Neville turned around to see Blaise leering suggestively at him. His grin grew wider.

\"You bet it is!\" Neville said. \"I\'ve just got to go and put my stuff up in my room, and then we can do whatever you\'d like.\"

Blaise arched an eyebrow. \"Whatever I\'d like?\"

Neville blushed. \"That\'s not necessarily what I meant...\" Blaise\'s face fell slightly. \"...but, er, I certainly wouldn\'t mind it.\" His blush deepened into a bright tomato-red. Blaise beamed back at him, more than eager.

\"Then hurry up, Longbottom!\" He shoved him along impatiently.

\"All right, all right!\" Neville laughed. When the two of them reached the Fat Lady, Blaise waited outside, chatting with the portrait, while Neville rushed inside to put his things away. He emerged shortly after, taking Blaise’s hand in his own, and the two boys made their way down to the dungeons.

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“Wait right out here just a minute. I need to straighten up a few things in here...” Blaise closed the door to his bedroom while Neville waited outside. Luckily, there hadn’t been anyone in the Slytherin Common Room, so the two of them hadn’t been forced to face any ridicule. Most of the students at Hogwarts accepted them and their relationship, but the few that didn’t made it more than clear that they thought that the two of them should burn in the deepest fiery pits of hell. These prejudiced few just all happened to be Slytherins: Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, and Theodore Nott. Oddly enough, Draco Malfoy was supportive of them, having been friends with Blaise since the two were young. Apparently, the knowledge of Blaise’s sexual preferences was old news to Draco.

Neville turned back toward the door, wondering what it could be that was taking Blaise so long. He felt a nervous fluttering in his stomach. ‘Merlin... Blaise and I are going to... But I like him right?’ His heart danced painfully in his chest. ‘Fine, love him, then!’

At that moment, the door opened, and Neville walked cautiously into Blaise’s bedroom. Since Blaise had been made Head Boy that year, he had his own room to himself off a separate staircase from the Common Room, so he had more privacy than the other boys in the normal dorms. Neville was certain that this would prove to be very helpful if they continued these little trysts of theirs.

Blaise, ever the gentleman, was holding the door open for Neville. He motioned for him to move toward the gigantic bed to the right side of the room, and quickly closed the door. The two of them jumped slightly when the door slammed shut, and grinned shyly at each other.

‘Come on, Neville. You’re a bloody Gryffindor, for Chrissakes!’ Neville inwardly scolded himself. Summoning up all the courage he possibly could, he took Blaise’s hand and pulled him to the bed. He wrapped one arm around Blaise’s slim, toned waist and used the other behind his neck to pull him closer. In one swift moment, their lips were lightly caressing each others, dancing tenderly together in a wave of passion. Neville’s tongue parted Blaise’s lips, and lightly stroked his tongue, tracing hearts and the word “love” in his mouth. The Slytherin boy smiled to himself; Blaise could tell what Neville was spelling, and felt it himself, in his heart.

Blaise felt himself being pushed lightly back onto the bed, Neville taking control on top of him. This was what he had liked from the beginning. While Neville appeared to be the shy, fumbling type, he was passionate and dominant when it came to intimacy. Now, he would fully experience everything his amorous lover had to offer.

The buttons that he had fumbled with earlier came undone, one by one, skillfully detached by Neville’s limber fingers. Blaise tugged his arms out of his shirt, tossing it to the side, never breaking contact from Neville’s hot, wet mouth. He moaned at the feel of Neville’s fingers gliding over his chest, brushing over his sensitive nipples.

Neville could feel how Blaise turned to putty in his hands. He loved his feeling of complete power over his love, and never wanted it to end. He reached up and tugged his own shirt off, eager for skin-on-skin contact. He parted his lips from Blaise, who pouted sexily up at him, before he licked his way down to the other boy’s neck where he bit and lavished his throbbing pulse-point. Blaise moaned emphatically, his hands caressing Neville’s back and arse gently.

Finally, feeling anxious, Blaise flipped Neville onto his back, and proceeded to place open-mouthed kisses down Neville’s chest and stomach, before reaching his waistline. He unhooked Neville’s belt, taking great care to brush his hands over the swelling package just below his hand. Hearing Neville’s moan, he smirked. “Who’s in charge now?” he muttered to himself. Quickly, he tugged Neville’s pants and boxers off, taking his shoes with it. Remembering his own, Blaise quickly took off his own shoes and socks, quickly followed by his pants. Returning to his awaiting “victim,” he licked his lips at the feast laid before him. He took Neville’s throbbing cock into his mouth, feeling his throbbing pulse on his tongue. Pulling back, he licked the weeping tip, and swirled his way back down. Taking Neville as deep as he could, he began to thrust his head up and down, hearing Neville’s moans and urgent pleas.

Moving faster and faster, furiously licking and sucking, Blaise heard Neville’s telling cries of pleasure, then felt the come spill into his mouth. He swallowed, taking in the salty liquid.

“Gods, Blaise. I love you...” Neville whispered, pulling Blaise’s head back up to his for a delicious kiss.

\"I love you too, Neville...\" came Blaise\'s reply.

Neville embraced him, and felt Blaise’s cock against his thigh. He reached down to caress it. “Why don’t we take care of this, hm?”

Blaise beamed back at him. “As you wish, master!”

Neville grinned. “Oh, so we’re playing THAT game, now, are we? Well then...”

They stayed in Blaise’s bedroom for a good hour and a half before they stumbled down to dinner in the Great Hall. No one was surprised to see the two of them, holding hands and blushing profusely.


-END-


Author\'s Note: At last, this is THE END! No more, I swear! I promise, these two live happily ever after. They\'re just meant to be.


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P.S. If any of you figured it out, the chapter titles are all titles of songs by The Psychedelic Furs.