Wicked Game

“I damn Cupid for what he has done, but that Angelic Being has always loved creating havoc. The thing is you need to figure out which arrow struck deeper. Both are deep, I know; there’s probably no way to pull them both out, but one had to sink deeper into your pulsing, throbbing heart.”
-Nichole Leland

Draco Malfoy gazed impatiently out his bedroom window, his finger tapping the sill in annoyance. He had sent the letter days ago. He should have gotten it by now, and he should have sent back a reply. If he didn’t show up soon, his plan would fail.Damion would have left. He plunged back on top of his bed, a couple of stray tears escaping due to stress. He wanted to scream, to cry out. Why was everything so bloody complicated? Then, things only worsened. It really was the last thing Draco needed at a time like this. Dominic Desir entered his room.

Those sparkling eyes gazed on him, full of comfort. However, Draco knew it was false; he knew it was a lie. A muscled arm reached out, the hand brushing through Malfoy’s hair, offering more of the false hope. Everything about Desir was false, and even though Draco knew it, he felt himself reaching up toward the creature. He rested his head against that muscled chest, taking in that soft body heat, and Draco Malfoy knew he never wanted to let go.

“You are stressing, my dragon. There are so many problems in your life.”

“Thanks to you,” he muttered against Desir’s skin.

“But I also give comfort in return,” and the beast let his hand creep down the male’s back, sending pleasurable sensations through the body. Draco scowled at this action, and his mind began to argue.

Go for it. Rip off his shirt ad lick along the bodily perfection.

It’s just false though. He is nothing but sex and lies. All he cares for is himself.

But you will also receive pleasure from it. Do you not remember the last time you were with him? Can you not recall that pleasurable sensation he endowed you with?

But Blaise . . .

Blaise will never be able to give you pleasure so fulfilling. Anyway, your ex is not here. What he does not know cannot hurt him. That was it. Draco gave in, but it was nothing so outgoing as ravaging the body before him. He didn’t want any of that lousy foreplay so all he did was look up into those sapphire eyes and whispered,

“Fuck me.” Dominic looked down at Malfoy, pulling him closer and onto his lap. He could feel the hardness of the boy, that quivering piece already filling with lust. He licked along the man’s neck, tasting the pulse underneath. Draco pulled away from him, and he muttered,

“No, no foreplay. I don’t want it. All I want right now is sex, nothing else.”

“As you wish,” the man purred, quickly pulling his shirt over his head, which Draco reflected with his own. Next, Desir yanked down on his zipper, dropping his jeans to the floor, and his cock rose toward the heavens as it was released. Malfoy lunged forward, tongue lapping at the organ, while Dominic worked on the male’s pants. Soon, Draco Malfoy was also nude. A hand went to Malfoy’s piece so that both were receiving pleasure. Draco’s jumped at random moments, and he let go of Desir, pulling him on top. That was what he truly desired. A nice, lascivious ramming.

Desir brushed his member over the pallid body, letting the wizard know what was coming. It crept down it, over Malfoy’s own piece, and toward his arse. The head trekked against the opening, and Malfoy arched his hips toward Dominic. Suddenly, the latter plunged into the rectum, and Draco let out a pleasurable scream. Soon after, the pleasure swept outward, and he was only left with pain. His teeth grinded together, and small whimpers left him. Why the hell had he not wanted foreplay? Was he nuts?

Dominic thrusted into, the pleasurable pain washing back. Again, the man thrusted, shifting his weight until he hit that spot. Draco’s manhood jumped as that spot was rubbed against. Then, he began to roll his hips against the other man’s, causing the appendage to plunge deeper into him. Gasps escaped him, and grunts were also released by Desir. Sweat began to pour down their bodies in salty stream. His eyes closed as Draco took on every delightful sensation when the door crashed open, revealing the latter’s recipient, who was thrown into the room by his father.

The long, blonde hair swayed across his face, his sterling eyes sparked with a glowing anger. Lucius stared at the two nude bodies when he growled,

“You have company. I guess you didn’t hear him knock through the racket you were making.” Then, Lucius lifted the boy off the floor by his auburn hair, releasing a whimper from him, and he continued, “Come, Desir. You want to fuck something so badly? I’m giving you substance. Plus, you’ll get to riun a relationship better than I ever could have.” Dominic finally slid out of Malfoy, getting to his feet. He stopped in front of the new body, looking him over, touching him. He ran fingers through his hair and down his chest, lifting up on the shirt when Draco cried,

“Father, no! You can’t let him do this! Please!” and he started to rise from the bed, determined to save his love.

“Don’t move, Draco, or I’ll make sure it’s done. Right now, it’s up to Desir wether your lover is taken or not.” Draco sighed, settling back down in his bed. Tears streamed from his smoky eyes as they begged for Dom to release Blaise. Dominic continued to let his fingers trek along that soft body, and Zabini shivered under his touch. Next, Desir’s fingers had disappeared into the boy’s breeches, and he ordered,

“Leave him in my quarters. We’ll see what ends up happening.” Then, he left, going to who knows where. Lucius looked over to his son, his hand still clasping Blaise’s hair, when he uttered,

“We are going to talk when I get back. If you leave this room . . .well, worse things could happen to Blaise than Desir.” Then, he exited the room, dragging the gamin after him int his un?pleasurable destiny.



Lucius’s footsteps were the first thing Draco heard of his return, and, soon after, the door creaked open to reveal the man. He looked up at him, his face streaked with drying tears. Lucius sneered at the weakness of it when his son asked,

“What happened to him, Father? What did Dominic do to Blaise?” Suddenly, hand flashed through the air, slapping the boy across the face.

“That is not what I’m here to discuss!” Lucius screamed. “You were forbidden to see him so why is he here?” The younger swallowed, not sure what to utter under his father’s wrath. Those cold eyes continued to stare at him, no through him, slowly boring a hole through his soul. Next, Lucius lashed out again, flinging the body against the wall. “Answer me, dammit!” Draco’s head knocked against the stone, stars dancing before his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, his mind still coming back into full consciousness.

“I figured if you can have your love here, why can’t I?”

“What are you talking about? Your mother isn’t–”

“I wasn’t talking about Mum.” Lucius gave a start, about to lash out again. However, he waited for his son to continue.

“Damion, you loved him. You love him. Dominic had simply ruined it.” Then, Lucius Malfoy did slap him again, and a punch soon followed, releasing a few specks of blood, while he screamed,

“Do not speak of things you know not of!”

“But Damion told me,” Draco cried in between beatings. “He told me what happened. He told me how a piece of you died that night, but you still love him, Father. Surely, you must understand why I need him, much like you need Damion.”

“I don’t need anybody,” he growled, throwing the boy against the wall again. Then, he placed the tip of his wand against Draco’s throat. “You are never to mention this again . . . to anyone.” Then, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.