Wicked Game

“I am the nightmare waking you up from a dream, a dream of love.”

-HIM, Dark Light, Vampire Heart



Blaise Zabini sat on the edge of the bed, its green satin sheets crinkling underneath him. His eyes darted around the room as he wondered what was going to await him. Next, the door opened, and Dominic Desir entered through the doorway. He was shirtless, his muscles gleaming in the light while he stalked toward Zabini until he was inches from him. Then, Desir got to his knees, lifted up the shirt, and began kissing along the man’s stomach. Blaise’s eyes followed the movements, and his hands grabbed the sheets through clenched fists. Dominic pulled Blaise’s shirt over his head and continued his kissing trail upwards, licking along the man’s nipples. Finally, with one more lick up the neck, Dominic stopped and offered,



“I’m going to continue. However, I will stop at a certain point and let you decide whether I should go on or not. I’ll let you decide if you want the pleasure to continue to ensue.” Then, he went back to kissing along that sweet stomach while nails raked down the boy’s back, causing shivers to descend along the spine. Blaise didn’t know whether to enjoy the sensation or resent it. Of course, it would be much easier to do the latter if the man before him wasn’t so goddamn gorgeous. Soon Dominic’s tongue was licking along the waistline of his jeans, teasing the erection that was coming into play. He moved back upward, straddled the man, and then started necking him. Blaise let out a small groan, and he wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, pulling him closer. Then, Blaise’s nails slid down Dominic’s back, scratching gently. God, this felt so good, but he shouldn’t be enjoying it. Draco was his, and he was Draco’s. He shouldn’t throw that away.



But Draco already slipped from that promise. He broke that bond. Blaise let go of the man, wondering where that voice was coming from. It sounded like Desir, but Zabini had not seen his lips move. He looked at the man, staring into the gleaming orbs of ice, and at that moment, Blaise Zabini was captured. He realised that he wanted this man, and with more than just his body, Next, Dominic Desir slid off of Blaise’s body, sitting back a couple of feet, and he commanded,



“Make your choice.” Blaise made a move toward the male, hesitating only for a moment as his blonde angel popped into his head. However, the body before him was more angelic than Malfoy’s, more beautiful. Just looking at it moved him to pieces, but Blaise didn’t want to look at it. He wanted to touch it. He wanted to stroke it. He wanted to caress it. He wanted it all, and soon the boy was on top of the creature, his tongue licking at the nipples of that naked chest, that perfect chest. His fingertips trailed along the sides, and next he was straddling the man. He could feel that Dominic was enjoying this as much as he. He could feel the hardened utensil pressing against the fabric. Next, Desir’s hands had moved so that they lay on his ass, and he pushed on it, which caused Blaise’s hips to roll into Desir’s. A few moments later, the rolling motion had caught a rhythm, a rhythm that Blaise adored so much. He licked at the man’s neck as he kept this rhythm up, tasting the salt that still lingered from the sex before. Suddenly, the man pushed him off, and Dom topped him. He was on his knees, one leg on each side of the body, straddling, and he was raised tall. The creature’s fingers played with the zipper and pulled the black jeans off. Zabini’s eyes gazed over the erection, and he licked his lips hungrily. He reached toward the rod, taking it into his hand. God, it was firm, so thick, and Blaise began to stroke the lustful artwork as Dominic started to work on releasing Blaise’s own throbbing penis. He felt his pants fall off his body, and a shiver sailed down his spine.



“I’m cold,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around his body. Dominic moved closer and wrapped his muscular arms around the thin frame. Blaise shut his eye, taking in the male’s heat. God, he was so warm. He was like a fire in the chill winter night. He felt the man’s lips kiss his neck, and he rolled Blaise onto his back, pulling the covers after him, trapping the heat within. Dominic kissed along the boy’s body again, moving downward until his tongue reached the quivering object. Blaise made a small sound as it was taken into the guy’s maw. He felt his tongue swirling around the rod, and his hips lunged upward. God, why did this have to feel so amazing? Draco had never been this magnificent, this wondrous. Next, Desir’s fingers had begun to trail along his balls, groping them. Another sound escaped Zabini’s throat as the man continued his pleasure. The tongue flicked at the male’s head, digging into the slit. Pre-cum already enveloped the shaft while Blaise’s hands rested on the back of Dom’s head, pushing down on it. Then, Desir popped the member out of his mouth, and he placed his hand on it instead. He let it slide down the penis and toward the man’s bottom; he let his fingers press against the opening, and he slowly started to push them inside. Suddenly, Zabini pushed away.



“I can’t go that far,” he said. “I want to, but I can’t for Draco’s sake.”



“Draco’s sake?” the angel scoffed. “He didn’t think of your sake earlier.”



“Which was, more or less, your fault,” Blaise replied angrily.



“Well, he was the one who never mentioned you.” That shut Blaise up. He looked away from the other, trying to hold back the tears. Draco hadn’t even tried to stop Dominic. He didn’t even tell him he was a taken man. He glanced back at Dom once he was sure the tears would not fall. He crawled toward the man, grabbing his hand and placed it near his rectum. Dominic smiled, and he slipped two of his fingers into the opening. Blaise’s organ jumped as one of the fingers hit that one spot. The digits curled and stretched, opening the entrance even more. Was this angel’s pleasure doomed to be the only heaven in his life now? Was his true heaven really gone from him, both physically and emotionally? Did it really matter anymore?



Pushing aside such morbid thoughts, Blaise wrapped his arms around the man before him, kissing him deeply. With that response, Desir shoved his finger deeper inside of the boy, causing the latter to release a small noise. Then, Desir let his lips dance alone Zabini’s neck, followed by his tongue. Blaise couldn’t help but shiver as a chill crawled down his spine. I shouldn’t be doing this, he thought, but he couldn’t help but recall what the incubus had said. He was the one who never mentioned you. The words echoed through his head, conforming the fact that he had been put away, forgotten. There was no reason to hold back anymore, and with that thought, Zabini’s hand clasped the man’s hair and pulled him forward.



That, however, did not go over well with Dominic. With a menacing snarl and a gleam in his eyes, Dominic shoved the boy onto his back, pinning the body underneath him. His nails dig into the teenager’s wrists until crimson crescents formed. Blaise took a small intake of breath, his eyes full of a mix of eagerness and worry. Suddenly, a small cry erupted from his lips as blood seeped from the newly created wound. He pushed against the incubus’s hold, struggled to get free, but Desir just chuckled as he kissed down the gamin’s chest. The latter watched with wonder, trying to figure out if the elder was going to remain gentle. Suddenly, those icy blue eyes rolled up to gaze upon the other’s reaction.



“You seem tense. What ever is the matter?” Blaise said nothing at first. He only lowered his eyes, unable to utter his confession. Desir lifted the boy’s chin and kissed him, promising him safety and comfort.



“What is bothering you?” Blaise raised his eyes to look upon the beauty before him before he muttered,



“I’m afraid.” Dominic then pulled the teenager into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around the body.



“What is there to fear?” he asked.



“You bled me. I’ve never … except with him … with people I care deeply about,” Then, Dominic kissed the male again.



“I do not need to bleed you. You can enjoy the pleasure I can give without another ounce of blood.” Then, the sexual fiend pushed Blaise back onto the bed again and started kissing down his chest. His lips travelled over the male’s stomach and then along his hips. His tongue rolled along one of the bones, and Blaise’s breathing became uneven and erratic. A smirk appeared on Desir’s face as he repeated his action, causing the sporadic breathing to worsen. Afterwards, he started kissing along Zabini’s stomach again, biting down on his side. The recipient reacted by digging his nails into Desir’s flesh. Of course, this only caused Desir to bite harder, leaving indentations just short of breaking skin. Then, Dominic began kissing the body again, creating a trail from the wound, around the hip, and over the thigh. The fingers of the younger male wound themselves through the multiple strands, coaxing him toward his member. Dominic, however, only licked along the man’s inner thigh. This caused Blaise to let out a small whimper.



“Please,” he pleaded. “Please, stop teasing.” Desir chuckled at Zabini’s reaction and kissed that inner thigh again. Blaise tugged at Dom’s hair again and added another “please,” and with that extra please, Dominic let his mouth slide over the shaft. He slowly made his way down it, stopping halfway before releasing it. Then, the man let his tongue roll along underneath his shaft, letting it flick just underneath the head. Zabini discharged a small groan, causing Dominic’s smirk to increase. Afterwards, Dominic took the member back into his mouth. He forced his way down the length, sucking along the base upon reaching it. This only caused Blaise to yank on the elder’s hair even more. The incubus retracted, sucking on just the head while his hands ran along the male’s hips. Then, he moved back down the hardened item, letting his tongue flick around the appendage. Zabini could do nothing to stop the small sounds from escaping him. He could do nothing to stop the signs of lust from showing. No, the boy was much too far gone. Blaise could only squirm and plead with the creature before him, beg to him for sweet release.



Dominic smirked again, nearly tasting the submission like a fine wine or a scotch aged through the centuries. The incubus let the tips of his fingers dance along that inner thigh once more. The touches were soft and light, a wondrous calm before a rabid and violent storm. Dominic watched as the body underneath him wiggled uncontrollably, watched it dance a puppet’s dance with Lust pulling its strings. No, Dominic had its strings, and with that thought, Dominic started to lower his head to taste the succulent manhood below him when he heard the creak of the chamber door opening. The incubus’s smile widened and he purred,



“Hello, Damion.”