Vow in Blood

“Vow in Blood”
By C.K. Blake

Grey eyes gazed down the empty corridor, first left, and then right. Seeing no one, the boy released a small breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, before he quietly turned the knob on the door and slipped into the seemingly empty Potions classroom. His grey eyes darkened at the sight before him, the blonde haired, hazel-eyed chaser from the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. The Hufflepuff was gorgeous, his golden hair glowing in the soft candlelight, his tie pulled loose, his oxford shirt decidedly rumpled from his haste to be free of his school robes.

The Hufflepuff’s hazel eyes swept appreciatively over the figure of the grey-eyed, platinum haired god before him. Desire swept through both boys as the Hufflepuff swallowed thickly, before he cleared his throat to speak.

“Gods, Draco, you’ve no idea how beautiful you…” he was cut off as a long, pale, aristocratic index finger pressed against his lips.

“Shhh, Zacharias… Hufflepuffs have never been clever enough to properly flatter, though your attempts are…heartfelt,” Draco replied with a smirk as he removed his finger from the boy’s lips and traced up the boy’s jaw.

The hazel-eyed boy couldn’t stop the moan from escaping his lips as the grey-eyed god dipped his head, his pale pink lips lightly caressing over the pulse hidden by honey gold flesh. Draco’s nimble fingers were soon working the buttons on the Hufflepuff’s oxford shirt, finally tugging it from the boy’s black trousers, and running his hands over the warm sun kissed flesh of the boy’s chest, those same pale nimble fingers latching onto the taut rosy hued nipples and giving them a sharp twist that made the golden skinned boy groan and arch his back, his arousal plainly evident by the erection straining against his trousers.

Draco’s lips began to descend across the boy’s collarbone and then down to his right nipple, but before his lips could brush against the boy’s taught nipple, he looked up from hooded grey eyes, a sly smirk on his lips as his tongue flicked out and ran across the nipple, then he blew on it, and his eyebrow rose as Zacharias Smith, Hufflepuff chaser gave a thrust upward.

“Tell me what you want Zach.”

“Merlin, Slytherins are such teases,” the boy bit out, and his eyes widened as Draco’s hand descended, painfully gripping his erection through his trousers.

“Now, Zach, that wasn’t a very nice thing to say…” Draco scolded. “Why if I didn’t need a good fuck right now, I’d have to punish you.”

Draco then released his hold on the boy’s erection, and the boy gave a relieved sigh, before his eyes widened as Draco’s fingers undid the button on his trousers and unzipped them. Draco’s hand dipped into his boxers and pulled out his erection, and Draco held it by the base before dipping his head down, his tongue flickering across the head of the Hufflepuff’s cock, gingerly licking the weeping member. The Hufflepuff stiffened, as he’d been caught off guard, and then his eyes rolled back into his head as Draco took him into his mouth, his tongue flickering over the head before he engulfed the Hufflepuff’s entire erection, and then pulling back, until only the tip was in his mouth before taking it in again.

Unable to control himself, Zacharias’ hands tangled in the shoulder length platinum hair, as Draco continued his oral administrations. Zacharias groaned with every descent of the Slytherin’s mouth, forcing himself not to thrust. Soon the Hufflepuff was stiffening, his orgasm closing in, and Draco drew him in again, unable to breathe, as Zacharias’ cock began to quiver as he spilled his seed in the Slytherin’s mouth, and Draco hungrily devoured it, some of the cum dripping from the corner of his mouth as he pulled back, sweeping his tongue across his lips and wiping the sides of his mouth clean, his jaw aching, and his cock throbbing against his straining trousers.

Draco stood to his full height, grinding his pulsing erection against the other boy’s now flaccid member, as he caught the boy in a kiss, his tongue sweeping into the boy’s mouth, and the boy groaned at the taste of himself on Draco’s tongue. Then there was a strange sound that sent a chill up Draco’s spine and he quickly pulled back from the Hufflepuff, his eyes wide in horror, as he turned to see who was applauding him.

“Mmm, I never knew you had such a talent. But I honestly expected better taste on your part. What a pity that you would waste the talent of your lovely mouth on a mere Hufflepuff, Draco.”

“Blaise,” Draco croaked, his cheeks growing warm as he faced his friend, a boy with dark curly hair, rich olive skin, and calculating indigo eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“It would seem that I’ve missed out on dinner, so I suppose I’m picking up on the show. It’s rather interesting. Oh, now don’t go getting dressed on my account Zach, we had a deal, and you came through…”

Draco turned his gaze from Blaise to Zacharias and his eyes narrowed in anger as he glared at the Hufflepuff who was hurriedly getting dressed. “This was a set up. You fucking set me up? A damned Hufflepuff set me the fuck up?” Draco said with a bitter laugh and then he turned on Blaise. “So what is it, Zabini? What do you want from me? Going to tell the world I’ve sucked a Hufflepuff cock? Going to tell them all I’m queer? What do I do to buy your silence?”

Blaise chuckled before he pointed his wand and said, “Petrificus Totalis.” Zacharias Smith rocked unsteadily on his frozen feet before falling back and landing on the floor, completely immobile from Blaise’s full body bind.

Draco gave Blaise a questioning look and the dark haired Slytherin shrugged. “He and I have to settle up before he can go. He can be rather lax in the things he says if you catch my meaning. Now to work things out between us. I believe you mentioned buying my silence. You of all people know that I am the ‘quiet Slytherin’. Still I have stumbled across quite an interesting piece of knowledge. What have you to offer me that I don’t already have? I’m rich, intelligent, and I’m above petty black mail, I honestly have no reason to blackmail you… But if you insist on purchasing my silence… Purchase… That seems to sully things between us Draco.”

“Get to the point,” the blonde Slytherin bit out.

“Very well,” Blaise replied. “I will keep my silence and ensure Smith’s silence on one condition.”

“Name it,” Draco said, hoping that the desperation to keep his sexual preference a secret wasn’t showing on his face or in his voice.

“First you should know that your little boyfriend was going to use this against you. Why if he didn’t owe me a favor you would be in a right spot, Draco. I think that you owe me some form of thanks. You wouldn’t think a Hufflepuff capable of betrayal, but here is the evidence, that even they fall short in unadulterated loyalty. Isn’t that ironic? To be betrayed by a Hufflepuff?” Blaise said.

Draco clenched his hands in anger, but Blaise went on. “You have his taste in your mouth. I bet it’s bitter now that you know the truth.”

“What is your bloody condition, Zabini?” Draco snapped.

“We’re friends, Draco. You can still call me Blaise,” the dark haired boy said and then his lips twisted into a triumphant smirk, knowing he’d won. “The condition is simple enough. For my silence regarding your involvement with this Hufflepuff, you will give yourself to me, body, mind, and soul. You will belong to me, and I will do with you as I see fit, and to insure that you belong solely to me, you will make this vow to me in blood, to be mine in every way, and to never intentionally allow harm to befall me.”

“Fine,” Draco ground out sullenly, so eager to keep Blaise silent that he would do anything.

Blaise then bent down and lifting his left trouser leg, drew something out of his boot. A black handled dagger. Draco looked at the dagger in the boy’s hand and then his grey eyes locked with blue. He closed his eyes and sighed in defeat, realizing that Blaise had him over the proverbial barrel. Blaise tossed the dagger to Draco, and Draco caught it by the handle, sweeping the blade over his left palm, and watched as a line of blood welled up from the cut. He then tossed the dagger back to Blaise, and the dark haired boy swept the blade across his own left palm.

Draco then let out a deep breath and spoke.

“I, Draco Malfoy, vow by blood that my body, my mind, my soul are given freely to Blaise Zabini. My intentions never to see him come to harm.”

Blaise looked at the boy before him and with a triumphant grin said, “I, Blaise Zabini, accept this vow, and let the powers see that Draco Malfoy by his own admission submits himself solely to me.”

Then the two boy’s left hands locked together, their blood mingling as the vow, spoken with the magic of blood, swept through them both. Blaise looked up at the platinum blond haired boy and using his right hand grasped the fair skinned boy’s neck, his fingers splaying in the platinum blond hair before he drew the boy into a possessive kiss, Blaise’s tongue sweeping hungrily in Draco’s mouth. When they parted, and their left hands unclasped Blaise’s dark indigo eyes locked with Draco’s silvery grey and then he said, “From this moment on, you are mine, Draco. You are to touch only me. You will fuck only me. The power of your vow will keep you from betraying me.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed, and sparked mercury in his anger. “You had this planned, didn’t you?”

“I wasn’t sorted into Slytherin simply because of my cunning. I’m rather manipulative as well. Now go to my room. The password is ‘Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.’ I’ll be there shortly, and perhaps your mouth will be put to good use. Oh and try to avoid being seen by Granger.”

Sullenly Draco tried to fight against leaving, but as he did so a sharp pain began to stab in his chest and his breathing grew short. His eyes widened at the dark haired Slytherin’s knowing smirk. Closing his eyes in defeat the blonde Slytherin ran a quick hand down his robes, before he left the Potions classroom, and headed toward the Head Boy’s room.

Blaise then turned to the problem of Zacharias Smith and shook his head, while clucking his tongue. “Now what to do about you?”

Suddenly feeling inspired Blaise muttered, “Enervate,” followed by, “Obliviate.”

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Draco had settled on the bed, lying on his stomach, though the position was somewhat uncomfortable, his chin resting on his clasped hands, brooding. He was facing the door, awaiting the arrival of his owner. What was worse was the fact that he still wasn’t quite satisfied, and wanted more than a good wank in the bathroom.

Deciding that it was better to deal with his problem than to simply wait and do nothing, Draco got off of the bed and began to strip, taking of his clothes quickly and methodically, first unbuttoning his shirt, then his shoes, his socks, his trousers and finally his boxers. He noticed the full-length mirror on the wall just across from the bed and smirked, as he got back on the bed, staring at his reflection, he took his hard cock in his hand, his thumb pressed against the weeping tip. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on someone in his head, but he scowled when the only image his mind could conjure was one of Blaise moaning and writhing beneath him. Still his cock gave a twitch, and soon his hand was working him over until he came with a loud groan, cum covering the dark green satin coverlet on the king-sized four-poster.

“Another performance I see,” came a soft rich silky voice, and Draco’s grey eyes shot open and locked with the hungry indigo eyes of his owner.

Blaise smirked. “While I like to watch, I prefer to participate. Wouldn’t you have a bit more fun, if I joined in? You would like my tongue tracing every inch of your body. My hand wrapped around your rock hard cock as I fucked you to within an inch of your life, and you would scream my name while I marked you.”

Draco glared at the boy, and color rose to his cheek as his cock twitched to life once again at Blaise’s words, as Draco managed to bite out, “I’d rather you fucked yourself.”

“Now, now. Is that any way to treat me?” Blaise asked as his eyes hungrily roamed over the fair skinned boy lying naked and fully erect on his bed. “And may I ask what inspired you to wank on my bed? You could have waited on me.”

“What makes you think I’d want to fuck you, you sick bastard? I won’t be your lover and I will sure as hell never be your whore!” Draco snapped back.

“You’re quite correct,” Blaise said, as he pulled off his tie, and began to flick open the buttons of his shirt, shrugging out of it, before he kicked off his shoes, and undid the button and zipper of his trousers, letting them slip to the floor. Then he tugged off his socks and finally pulled down his blue silk boxers, stepping out of them, as he drew closer to the bed and to Draco. “You’re not my lover, Draco. You’re not a whore, because you will only desire and fuck me. You’re my possession. A good little fuck whenever I want, and you will do as I say. Because as I recall you aren’t that fond of pain, are you?”

Draco’s breath caught as his eyes roved over the dark haired boy’s body before him. Why had he never noticed before the dark beauty that had always been at his fingertips? The dark haired boy smirked as he noticed Draco’s cock give another twitch. “This is the first time I’ve ever recalled you to be struck speechless.”

The blond shook himself. “So what do you want? Want me to suck your cock?”

Blaise shook his head. “I want to fuck you.”

Draco swallowed thickly and visibly paled, and Blaise’s left eyebrow rose and then he chuckled. “Bloody hell, Malfoy. You’ve sucked a cock, but you’ve never been properly fucked before? Is there a rule that says Malfoys aren’t supposed to be buggered up the arse? Because if there is, it’s about to be broken…” Blaise spoke huskily as he leaned toward the blond that was lying on his bed whose back was being supported by the headboard.

Blaise was soon straddling Draco, his erection grinding against Draco’s, and the blonde let out a hiss as his hand shot down between them to wrap around Blaise’s cock, but Blaise stopped him.

“That’s not allowed,” Blaise said, as he muttered a spell and Draco’s hands were bound together and held above his head by an unseen force. Draco’s eyes widened, wondering how Blaise could use wandless magic, and then he cried out in surprise when he felt one of Blaise’s slender fingers slip into his anus, before it was pulled back out. Blaise then muttered a lubrication charm and his finger slipped in and out of Draco more easily, and soon his first finger was joined by a second and then a third, and when Blaise happened upon Draco’s prostate, Draco thrust upward, his erection colliding with Blaise’s as he cried out.

Blaise then rolled the blond over, exposing his virgin arse, and pulled his legs apart. Blaise ran his tongue over the crevice between the cheeks and felt the blonde shiver beneath him. Taking his cock into his hand, he guided it to Draco’s opening and pushed the tip of it inside, and felt the blonde stiffen beneath him. Blaise leaned down, and nosing his way through the curtain of platinum blonde hair, found Draco’s neck and began to kiss him just over his pulse, before he bit down, and thrust into Draco, filling the boy beneath him completely. Draco arched up beneath him and cried out in pain laced with pleasure.

Soon Blaise was rocking in and out of Draco, and Draco had given into the pleasure he was feeling, lifting up to meet Blaise thrust for thrust, as the dark haired boy entered him again and again, and then Blaise’s hands were wrapped firmly around his neck, tightening until Draco was choking and could no longer breathe. The blond, taken by surprise, bucked and struggled to gain air into his lungs, but Blaise’s grip made it impossible, as his hands constricted Draco’s airway. Draco’s eyes squeezed shut and he wondered what his father would say upon discovering that his son had died from being strangled while being properly fucked by a boy. Blaise began to thrust harder, and then he buried himself completely in Draco, his cock twitched and then he was coming, giving a few thrusts as he came inside of the quivering blonde, who had also reached his own orgasm by that point. Once Blaise was finished his hold on Draco’s throat loosened and the blond sucked in huge gulping breaths of air.

When Blaise finally pulled out of the blonde, he muttered the counter charm to the binding he’d cast on Draco and when the blonde rolled over to look at Blaise, Blaise smirked at the boy’s glistening stomach, knowing that Draco had come just as he had. And looking at the tousled blonde before him, Blaise was struck with inspiration, as he brought his hand to rest on the blonde’s hip before tracing his fingers up and down the blonde’s side. “Tomorrow, during dinner, you will announce our relationship, and to all of the world you will treat me as your equal, your lover. No one need ever know that you are merely my possession. They only need to know that you are unavailable to anyone else.”

Draco closed his eyes, cursing his moment of desperation that had made him take that stupid blood vow. If he’d been thinking clearly he would never have vowed in blood. As it was, he was paying a hefty price. He was no longer a pawn to his father, or a war he never wanted any part of. He was no longer coming into being his own man. He was now trapped in his own personal hell, owned by a cunningly dominant Slytherin, who literally had him by the balls and on occasion about the neck…

End…

Author Notes: This story was for a fic gift.

66. Name/Pen Name: Steph/vexiphem/Starkissed/elissa echo
Pairing of the fic you want: Draco/Blaise
Rating(s) of the fic you want: PG-13 - NC-17
3 - 5 Things you want your gift to include:
1. ambiguous motivation on Blaise's part
2. breath play (autoerotic asphyxiation)
3. adultery or some other form of betrayal
4. inclusion of Zacharias Smith
5. really, really optional elements: juxtaposition, darkfic, warfic, and Italian in some context
What you don’t want your gift to include: fluff, excessively happy ending, reference of Draco or Blaise as the other's 'lover' unless in a black sort of way