The Sweetness of Secrets

TITLE: The Sweetness of Secrets

AUTHOR: Melody Triton

RATING: NC-17 (Adult)

SUMMARY: Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini share a private moment. First time sex, so it's a little awkward.

PAIRINGS: Draco Malfoy / Blaise Zabini

CATEGORIES: M/M, Slash, First Time, Plot-What-Plot (PWP), AU

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a one-shot, consisting of roughly 11 pages of reading. I started this fable at the beginning of the action, mainly because I have a tendency to focus a bit too much on background, scenery and the like. Also, I didn't give the characters an age, nor did I specify what school they attend. They can either be at Hogwarts, or some sort of Wizarding college… wherever you'd like them to be.

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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THE SWEETNESS OF SECRETS

It was the second of January, and the weather was beautiful--the beautiful sunny winter weather that has more charm than in the summer-time, because it is unexpected, and crisp, and you know it won't last long. It's like a windfall; a godsend; like an unexpected piece of luck.

Students hadn't returned from Holiday break. Halls and classrooms were quiet. Common Rooms were devoid of the usual hustle and bustle that usually accompanied a myriad of activity-demanded youths.

Only a few, for whatever reason, remained behind during this time.

Blaise Zabini opened a large, wooden door at the top of a stone, spiral staircase. Inside he saw the Head Boys Room, dark and secret. It was the first time he had seen it, and he thought it looked uncomfortable. Large plush chairs of the best fabric and finest construction stood upon hand-woven carpets only the wealthiest people could afford to own. Decorated frames with woven pictures of fanciful beasts and colorful flowers adorned the walls; they drew the eye, tempted the viewer to lose himself for long hours in their beauty. Not this time however, something else caught Blaise's eye.

"I miei occhi!" (That means my eyes, something Blaise usually shouted when taken by surprise.) "You're …naked." His accent was a little soft, and his voice seemed to fall away at the end, drifting across the spacious room. The side of his cheek pinched up into a half-grin; very white teeth peeked out through parted lips.

In fact, Draco Malfoy was naked... and though it hadn't bothered him a minute ago, he now suddenly felt as if he were standing in the middle of a Quidditch Pitch with the entire school in the stands. He turned his head with a jerk toward the direction of the instantly-recognizable voice behind him; his face flushed with a sort-of embarrassed-pleasure when he saw who it was. But the feeling didn't last, as an onslaught of nerves and sudden surprise hit him like a solid steel Bludger. After all, he hadn't expected anyone to enter the Head Boy's bed chamber… especially since it was his... and especially this time of year.

Draco's heart sprang like an arrow, and then plummeted to his soles of his feet. In one full movement, he bent at the waist, cupping both hands over his private. It took him a moment to hide himself completely; his hands also didn't seem to want to cooperate; they fumbled a bit, nerves most-likely, but his fingers eventually decided to work, pressing tightly together like a ten-post fence.

Blaise stood quietly for a moment, possibly at a loss for words. He was the same age as Draco, a head taller, of Italian descent and naturally toned because of the various sports he was active in. Blaise also had the blackest pupils of anyone at school. They were literally charcoal black. Look at him dead in the face, and you'd swear he was blind. Although, that's probably what gave him his extra-keen eyesight, and made him such a formidable sportsman.

"I guess you"--Blaise paused, thinking--"needed a change." He motioned with a hand to the cloak, trousers and under-things tossed carelessly over a nearby chair. (Draco would have seen if he hadn't been looking at the floor) "Change of clothes I mean…in the middle of the day"--Blaise was still pointing--"just there, on the--"

CLACK--- the latch on the heavy chamber door connected with the frame surely as it fell to a close. Blaise faltered at a breath; it wasn't like him to be so jumpy, though he recovered quickly with a smile (his very charming smile, if only Draco were looking to see) and folded his arms about his chest. "Ragazzo silly"--more Italian; his first language--"you're the only one I know who wears more than one outfit a day."

How does he know that? Draco thought. They didn't have any classes together. They spent very little time together. Then, it hit him--- He...actually...knows my name!

"Maybe... it's a rich-boy thing," Blaise went on. "But if you got it"--the tone in Blaise's voice sounded almost a little playful--"you flaunt it." His eyebrow rose again.

(If-you-got-it-flaunt-it? Who says that?!) More importantly, Draco was still floored that Blaise knew his name! And how many moments had passed before he finally decided to look up? The dark-haired boy in the doorway was dusting carelessly at the tip of his impeccably clean sleeve.

How many more moments had gone by?

Draco, realizing he was staring, quickly looked away. Hands, once again, fidgeted nervously as camouflaged boyhood stirred underneath; it was impossible not to notice his growing erection. He tried to remain collected; calm while every nerve in his body was functioning on overdrive.

"Though, I really must say,"--Blaise lowered his arms--"pressing the…palms of your…hands…against your"--he took a short breath, mumbled something inaudible (though Draco had a pretty good idea what it was) and finally blushed--"what with the way you're standing just now, one…really…might…think…"

Draco nearly raised a hand in protest, then thought better of it. Instead, he made an incoherent sound. His face was positively luminescent. "Yes! I mean…NO! I mean…?" Draco wasn't sure what he meant at the moment; words seem to jumble around in his mouth; a sort of childish-babble-giggle one does when the mind spins out of control and you're going red in the face because someone is staring at you when you're completely naked!

But this was completely new to him! For most boys, nakedness, or being naked, is rarely an issue. From a very early age, boys are taught they can go shirtless around other boys. Around girls as well. Boys can dress in front of other boys. Undress. Skinny-dip. Take showers in the locker room. Strip down for a physical. And so on.

Draco had often wondered if the same were said for girls. Being an only child, (and the son of extremely wealthy parents) he was never taught these behaviors, nor was he made to participate in groups. And now, now that he was older, being naked in front of anyone (especially Blaise, it seemed) was definitely something he wasn't comfortable with.

Several subconscious-minutes had passed… the kind that feel like hours but are actually only just seconds. Politeness now demanded that Blaise look away. He didn't, though. He just seemed to …look on.

Sometime during those minute-seconds, Draco had turned to a standing profile, unknowingly affording Blaise a proper view of the outline of his surprisingly-muscular, round backside. It curved like the outer rim of a perfectly formed bubble, beginning at the base of the back, and sloping downward like a capitol 'C'. A pair or smooth-looking legs took over at the base of the 'C'.

Blaise thought they looked mildly athletic, per se, for someone who didn't participate in sports.

And Draco was very much aware now that he was being stared at. "I'm naked," was all he could think to say.

Blaise was unflappable; didn't miss a beat. "Yeah." He caught another quick breath, his mind taking everything in: Draco's skin seemed to gleam. Even in this dimly lit room, he had a sort of… was it a glow? Perhaps it was just the moment; Blaise's melancholy mood had lingered tenaciously all weekend, but now, being here with Draco, he felt at ease.

Draco's mind was a whirl: (What's he doing…? Gods, he's walking closer. Why? I don't understand how he knew I'd be here. Maybe he followed me. Damn you, Blaise! I bet you're here to taunt me! Bloody sport-types… Why else…)

Draco eyed a chair a few meters to his left. (It wouldn't take anything for me to grab my cloak and put it on. Three steps to the chair and I've got it. Two! Or I could Accio it. Don't need a wand for that. Oh, why is HE here? Why HIM! Of all people, why the one person…of all people…)

Draco's eyes steeled shut.

Very much at once, his thoughts came to an abrupt stop. He sighed heavily, raising his fair-blonde head. Try as he wanted, he couldn't stop his erection from strengthening, and it was becoming a little painful to press it down. Draco breathed out again, unable to prevent a short, breathy whimper. The feeling of his own caressing hands only made his erection grow stronger. It seemed unstoppable. In a manner of seconds, he was fully hard.

(This can't be happening!)

He couldn't possibly hide his penis completely now, only press it to one side, flat-palmed against his thigh. It was a mixture and pain and pleasure, pressing down upon himself. Draco tried desperately to stop his hands from shaking; each twitch, each roll, movement, intentional or not, sent bolts of fiery ecstasy like lightning through his boyhood. Scared, nervous, all these things and more, Draco opened his eyes to the wall in front of him as if it were another person. He wanted to shout. He wanted to scream. But he didn't. He just couldn't. Draco's bottom lip trembled, but not with rage… and one thought among all others kept revolving in his brain.

He wanted Blaise to stay.

He wanted Blaise to stay.

(But this is just crazy! Crazy! Even more crazy is that I'm standing stark naked in front of one of the hottest---)

Draco paused at that. He had never allowed himself to actually think that before. Well, maybe once or twice he did. (What's happening here?!)

Something was stirring deep inside Draco. Excitement? He wasn't sure. It felt like excitement. It also felt like he might be sick at any moment.

He wondered if Blaise knew that.

(I wish I knew what to say…I wish I knew what to do…)

He also wondered if Blaise knew that he had never actually been with anyone before... let alone naked, for that matter.

The fact that Draco was a virgin never before concerned him. Now, that thought only served to make him more self conscious--- upsetting, even. His breathing quickened. His erection relaxed. (Surely Blaise must know...I'm not exactly acting like anyone who's keen on what to do. I can't even bring myself to turn around and show him my…)

Suddenly, the world stopped. Draco could feel something…close to him…so much closer than… …ever…

Touch--- a feeling like cold lightning enclosed in silent thunder. It tickled a little at first.

Only at first.

Draco stood board still; he didn't know how to react. How could he? He'd never been touched…there…before.

Fingertips were moving over the smooth slope of Draco's buttocks. Then there was the palm of a hand, warm and sweaty...feeling him. Up again. Down. Touching both sides, right to left.

(Am I breathing?) Draco took a breath to be sure he still could; his erection pulsed twice against the shelter of his palms; strong and firm, like the beating of a new-born heart.

(He's touching my... he's really touching me!) Draco didn't hear Blaise say "So soft." He was so overcome with the simple sensation of touch, and it made his whole body tingle.

Draco's right hand fell gently to his side...onto and over his leg...across muscle. He made a fist, and then relaxed it.

A soft voice spoke, "Draco, I--" Blaise's lips were close enough to touch, teasing the little hairs on the back of the blond boy's neck. A muffled groan--- deep with desire. Draco could feel the warmth of each exhale across his neck, and it made him shiver like a birch in a lightning storm.

Blaise's hand was so gentle against Draco's bum. He could have been rough; instead, each movement was like he was caressing a precious stone, and again, Blaise spoke without reticence. "I've so wanted to do that."

Words; perfect harmony with honesty, full of wanting and truth and everything that takes a person to that basic, innermost part of themselves; a part most people try to hide, but when brought to the surface, for whatever reason, it brings new life and new meaning to everything that you ever thought you were meant to be as a person, or ever dared dream you were supposed to be.

Draco felt the other boy's clothes pressing up against his sensitive, bare skin. Buttons. A zipper. Material of a sort he would have scoffed at any other time. Blaise certainly couldn't afford the kind of clothing Draco was accustomed to wearing. But now, feeling it press next to his ever-warming back, feeling that strong, formed chest within that seemed to push effortlessly onward…

And then, something new happened.

Blaise slid his left hand up and onto Draco's torso, up to his ribcage, over his chest; it seemed to blend with the rising and falling of Draco's breathing until a single finger circled a nipple. It took on a sensitivity Draco hadn't ever imagined possible.

(Sex) Draco thought, smiling, eyes closing to slits, breathing slow, basking in the moment. (This is what sex feels like.)

Draco had always thought it was wrong to think that Blaise was beautiful. Still, many times he had caught himself staring from afar at the dark-haired boy who was standing behind him now; tracing the contours of his body with his eyes; studying every detail with absolute wonder, and wondering what it would be like to have something like this happen…happen with the boy who was now touching him…touching him in ways that made his insides tremble; ways that made him feel energized and more amazing than anything in his life had ever been able to.

Draco pictured Blaise in his mind: skin, smooth and golden like honey. And his body…his muscles…he often wondered what they would look like…to see them…really see them. Out of his shirt. Standing next to him. Not afraid to let him see. Letting him touch.

Blaise caressed Draco's body; hands, strong, tender. They stroked his youthful frame. Reached foreword onto his stomach. Moved in circles over his bellybutton. Blaise seemed to like circles.

So did Draco.

Heat generated from the palm of Blaise's hands. It warmed the soft skin underneath, even burned a little.

Draco couldn't think when Blaise did that, but he didn't care. It felt so good.

Evenly as the chorus of a perfectly written song, Blaise reached back, squeezing the right cheek of Draco's firm bum. Draco made a soft noise as the muscle inside tensed. Blaise squeezed again, harder this time. Draco's right shoulder lifted, pressing against the side of his face. He loved being handled like that. It was like liquid electricity, coursing through every vein. And he didn't care about hiding his erection now. He didn't want to hide it. It was all too exciting and terrifying and wonderful now. His other hand fell away, leaving his boner to point foreword like the beam of an arrow.

It was then a thought occurred to him: he wanted Blaise to touch his cock. He wanted it so much there was a roaring in his ears. He wanted Blaise to wrap his hand around it. Hold it. Rub it as he, himself, had done so many times before when he was alone.

Draco let his breath out; it came out very shakily. He thought, (that feeeels…) and then there was his voice... "Soooo gooood."

(WHAT DID I SAY?! OH NO!) Inexperience had had its moment; Draco wasn't able to stop the words from happening.

"I am?" Blaise said, wonderingly, thinking that Draco was talking about him. "Really."

(FUCK! I can't believe I spoke! Did I sound like a git? Does he know I've never done this before? Fuck, I'm such a…stupid…fucking…!)

Draco's mind was feverish with reprimand. He couldn't believe he was stupid enough to speak aloud, and he was more scared that Blaise might stop. (He can't!) Draco pleaded with every ounce of his being, hoping against hope that Blaise would only…

"You know, Draco,"--hot breath blanketed the inside of Draco's ear--"I'm really glad we're doing this." Blaise breathed in, breathed out. "You're perfect."

(No, I'm not.)

"So soft and perfect."

Goosebumps formed on the back of Draco's head; the hair all around his head felt electrically charged and wonderful. He didn't feel perfect, but suddenly, perhaps for once, it all seemed okay.

And he bloody-damn-well couldn't wait any longer.

Slowly, nervous fingers found a familiar place onto his own burning cock. Draco squeezed himself first. The way he loved to. The way he always did before he started.

(Can Blaise see me doing this? Would he like it? Because OH DAMN, I do! I hope it's okay.)

Draco needed to masturbate so badly now that his stomach was all in knots. He relaxed his grip, and his erection pulsed again. Draco could feel it against the palm of his hand. He had always liked that feeling, and he held his breath a little, allowing his lips to part slightly. Everything seemed to be moving so slow, so Draco rubbed himself slowly. Usually he didn't, but this time…this time it was so much better.

Blaise took his right hand from Draco's bum.

Draco very nearly said, "Don't!", but the hand was sliding around his hip, over his stomach. Both hands were on his stomach now. Draco could now feel the other boy's slacks pressing against the very spot where a hand once was, and an obvious bulge protruded in an area Draco had looked at with sincere curiosity so many times before. The bulge pressed hard against the middle of his left cheek, then, as if asking for permission (but not waiting for a reply) moved ever so slowly toward the center.

Blaise's hands crossed Draco's flat stomach, stopping only to grab his hips. Draco didn't know why at first, and then he felt his midsection pull under the direction of two persuasive hands.

Blaise sighed. It was a wonderful sound that seemed to kiss the inside of Draco's ear. Draco had never heard anyone sigh like that before. Then he felt something new: it was like the flex of a fist against the skin of his bum. He was feeling Blaise's own erection! Throbbing and crowded and bunched up inside his ever-tightening trousers. And what a flex! Draco had never even contemplated that sort of thing happening to any other guy.

Another flex.

Draco's hand slid up and over the tip of his erection, feeling a slippery wetness. Draco loved that… how he would always pre-cum. And this time was no exception. It had always served him well in the past. He could jerk one whenever the mood suited him that way, and he usually did. Ever since he discovered how good it felt, wanking had always been a cool thing for him to do. And until his first year at Hogwarts, the thought of other boys doing it hadn't occurred to him. What a surprise that was! Sleeping in a dorm with several boys, you tend to learn a lot about the same sex.

Draco had caught at least a half-dozen other boys masturbating since he had started school. Some would try and be sneaky about it, wanking under the covers when they thought everyone else was asleep. Other… braver? chaps would just jerk in the shower. Of course, boys always teased them. And no one… no one! would stand near to them from that time on. So, Draco had seen his fair share of sexual acts, and he was pretty sure no one had ever seen him touch himself…until now.

Funny though-- he loved it!

Blaise released his hold of Draco's hips. Draco's rhythm in his hand faltered a bit, but he couldn't stop the motion. It made him feel a little bad, and he wondered if he should turn around and let Blaise see him. Because he wanted to. He really did.

A very long second went by. Another. (What was that noise? Sounds like…)

A shirt flew over Draco's head, crumpling onto the floor.

(He took his bloody shirt off!)

Clicking sounds…like a buckle…two buckles…shoes bulleted past his legs. They hit the floor with a thud and rolled over a bit, away from the shirt. Blaise took off his pants. Draco knew this because they were next to come flying over his head, landing next to the crumpled shirt.

Draco still hadn't turned, nor had Blaise walked round to face him. Next, a white pair of boxers fell right on top of the shirt. Kind of a neat little pile, but Blaise was good at sports and aiming and throwing and who cares!

Draco swallowed hard, breathing through his mouth. His lips, suddenly very dry.

A very long moment passed. Draco suddenly realized he was touching himself again-- he could hear his own palm sliding along his cock. More pre-cum…that slapping sound…Draco was rubbing faster now. He was close, but he couldn't stop. It felt so…amazing! Better than it had ever felt before.

For an instant, Draco had forgotten Blaise was naked. Then something reminded him: the feeling of skin against skin.

Draco was perfectly aware that Blaise was naked now. Holy damn, was he aware!

"You're making yourself sweaty," Blaise said, reaching one hand around Draco's stomach again.

Draco didn't know how to respond. He couldn't think. He only knew now that Blaise was saying something and he loved the sound of that voice speaking in his ear.

Blaise still hadn't made any attempt to turn Draco around or stand in front of him. Instead, he hugged his back, wrapped his arms around the middle, hugged him so tight…Draco could feel …everything.

Everything.

Draco responded with a groan that was almost savage, and Blaise felt a warm satisfaction coursing through his veins. Draco's breath hitched with excitement and leaned his head slowly back onto the boy he had watched for so long. Blaise tilted an ear to Draco's cheek, turned, pressing moist lips on Draco's neck.

The first kiss. How could lips be so soft?

Draco trembled, and let out his breath with a hiss as Blaise tongued the spot, cooled it with a breath, and then licked it again.

"I've wanted you, Draco." Blaise moaned at his words, and at the increasingly insistent pressure of his lips against skin. His breathing quickened and he gasped, breaking the kiss only for a moment. And it sounded to Draco as though Blaise choked on a sob, but, surely, that was his imagination.

And again, the world stopped.

Draco wanted to say "I've wanted you too, maybe even ...I love you," but he hadn't said those words to anyone in such a long time.

A very long time.

"I'm glad you're doing that," Blaise whispered. "It looks so hot."

What did Blaise say? Blaise spoke again: "I was afraid you'd be too nervous, but you're doing just fine." Then, Blaise said something Draco had only fantasized about people saying to him. It made him blush. It made him feel so giddy inside. Blaise said, "You're so big."

(I'm-- …I'm what?) If ever there was any doubt, Draco knew now. (Blaise is looking at my…!) Draco almost couldn't deal. He couldn't even think the… the 'P-word'...though, for some reason, he suddenly really…really wanted to talk dirty. He thought about maybe just saying penis…just once. Or cock. But he was still a little shy, still so nervous he'd sound stupid and ruin the moment.

Anyway, it wasn't as if he'd never said the words before, or called people those names, for that matter. He'd just never… ever said them while he was…

Blaise kissed the blond boy's neck, sucking hard against his tender skin, against the vein that was bulging at a crease, full boy lips mixed with tongue and spit and hot breath and everything that makes the first real kiss like food for the hungry.

Draco was like a feather on Blaise's wind, open and exposed to whatever this moment might bring. They both seemed to merge as one--- Draco's hand continued to massage his very hard cock.

A sudden tingle crashed like a wave; Draco opened his eyes. His legs stiffened, forcing him to stand straight up. A soft moaning escaped as the wave moved away. It took him by surprise. He had never moaned before. Usually, he was very quiet while maturbating. But now, he just couldn't be. He moaned again, softly, but held his breath, thinking he should be quiet as always.

"It's okay." Blaise's voice was like warm water, comforting, inviting. "I want to hear you." What he said next was like something out of a dream. He said, "Here, let me."

(Let me?) Draco didn't understand. (What does he mean by… "ohhh!") And then he knew.

With the younger boys cock free of his own hand, Blaise was finally able to take it. Fingers wrapped around, and a rhythm that of Draco's made the world stop again.

Blaise smiled; he liked what he was touching; it felt firm and full. It was also easy to tell the blond boy in his grasp was very much within his control, surrendering eagerly to the sensation. A slow burn of delight kindled deep within Blaise's stomach. His heart felt warm and full, and a delicious quiver was skittering down his spine from top to bottom. He could hear Draco's deep, steady breaths, the slow thud of his heart, blood thrumming, coursing in his veins.

Draco inhaled and arched his head back, rolling it around his shoulders. A new pleasure ignited and the waters moved back. He had never let anyone touch him there before; a torrent began to flow as if to state Draco's thirst for love. Tighter and tighter the embrace from the strong boy's hand; Draco's insides clenched and unclenched; his breast heaved heavily; he yearned, panting, quivering.

"Gods, Blaise," Draco groaned repeatedly, swearing in several languages, and Blaise smiled inwardly at what a babbler his new friend was, never daring to break any rhythm.

"Do you like this?" Blaise asked, knowing Draco did.

Draco said yes.

"Say: it-feels-so-good." Blaise wanted to hear Draco say more.

Draco could only breathe and swear again, so he nodded his head. A feeling he recognized was rising inside him, spinning around like a million tiny whirlwinds. It spun up into his stomach; it felt like tiny exploding fireworks. His mind was whirling out of control. His whole body felt as if it would turn inside out. Eyes watering, knees week, lips parted, he froze. Draco was afraid Blaise would stop rubbing, and it was all he could do to get the words "Don't stop!" out.

It felt as if a cannonball was going to burst from him. Draco's every sense was wired! Alive!

Finally, Blaise sensed the ghost of a thrill that he could command such a response, picked up the pace, and kept it until Draco was gritting his teeth--- coming with one desperate thrust onto the cut-stone floor.

Blaise held himself steady until Draco's tremors subsided.

And Draco Malfoy smiled, as though he owned the sweetest of secrets.


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...to be continued

Thanks for reading & reviewing---
Melody Triton