Beautifully Blind

Warning: Um.........*hides* My beta doesn't feel well so there may be some small mistakes. Please don't hurt me?

A/N: Rate and Review please! This story is dedicated to my wonderful Captain Faefae for being so smexy. You know Captain, I was watching Peter Pan last night and of course squeed my pants every time I saw the man that played Hook (Jason Isaacs aka Lucius Malfoy for those of you who don't know) and I was thinking how lovely it would be if we were to kidnap Captain Hook and keep him on the ship. What do you say we become his 'wendy'? I'll take the back and you can have the front? ^.~ Get better soon my lovely.

Beautifully Blind
By:
Cruel_Hero


Draco woke with a startled gasp. The last thing that he remembered was walking alone in the dungeons on his way to the Slytherin dorms to retrieve his cloak for a Sunday afternoon walk on the grounds. A pair of strong arms wrapped around him, forcing him into the shadows with a horrid smelling cloth over his nose and his vision slipped away. To say that the blond was panicked was very much an understatement at this point. He lay very still, taking in what he could of his surroundings.

The mask that bound his eyes was tied loosely, almost gently, about his head and he wondered what reason his captor would have to be so kind. He was sure that it was held in place by magic or it would have slipped off. Draco could feel the weight of the shackles against his chest and the cold metal around his wrists, he couldn’t pull his arms more than a few inches apart. Again his restraints were loose, not enough to slip his hands through, but enough that they wouldn’t leave painful marks.

The blond felt about himself, he seemed to be wearing his school cloak and nothing else. This led him to take notice of the fact that where ever he was, it was warm; far from the cruel feeling of a dungeon cell. Draco sat up slowly, feeling his way around him. He wasn’t on the floor, but he wasn’t on a bed either. Whatever it was, it was soft and laid directly on the ground, like a mattress sized cushion but not as thick. The floor was made of large stones and he traced the grooves with his fingers. They seemed very familiar to him somehow.

Draco breathed a heavy sigh and laid back down rolling onto his side. He brought his knees up close to him and ran his fingers tenderly along the mask that took his vision. It was deathly quiet all around him and the air was dry and still. For the longest time the only noise was the sound of his own breathing. He could feel the thumping of his heart, slow and steady, beneath his chest and he brought his hands up together to cover it. He focused on the gentle pulsation to keep himself calm.

After what seemed like hours of being alone Draco heard the slow tapping of footsteps followed by a painful creak of what was sure to be an old wooden door. A rush of cold air hit him and his body tensed but he was determined not to show emotion, no matter what happened to him. The blond rolled onto his back, leaning up as far as he could on one elbow with his head tilted in the direction of the noise. Not knowing what was going on worried at him more then anything else. The unknown scared him more than the pain he expected to receive. ’If I’m going to be tortured, I’d rather be able to see what is coming,’ he told himself.

The door groaned under its own weight as it was forced closed and footsteps tapped across the room in a quick pace stopping next to him. Draco felt the cushion dip beside him. He opened his mouth to speak but the next moment’s actions stilled all thoughts that he may have had. Strange fingers ran through his blond locks and he felt the barest hint of them brushing the hair away from his cheek. He turned his head away with a violent jerk, heart pounding so hard that he was sure it would break his chest.

The Slytherin thought he understood now. The restraints that seemed to be placed with gentle care, the warmth of the room despite the cold outside, wearing only a cloak, passionate touches, all of it screamed an obsession created from love. A sick feeling crept into the pit of his stomach and he choked back bile.

“Who’s there?” Draco whispered cautiously into the silence.

The only reply was the tender return of those unknown hands. They ran through his hair slipping between silky strands and then smoothing them down again. Draco swallowed hard as the stranger’s fingers caressed his face, trailing over the uncovered flesh of his cheek, fingertips ghosting over his lips. He shuddered involuntarily and his breathing hitched for a moment. ‘What in the name of the gods is going on? What do you want from me, who are you?’ the questions played in his mind but he was unable to voice them.

Draco desperately wanted to scream into the darkness but being the son of a death eater had certainly not taught him nothing in matters of prison warfare. Still, he was desperate for a shred of information to ease him in some way. “Who are you?” the skilled young man spoke in a quiet calm that so expertly betrayed his frantic mind. He felt soft hair brush along his neck and equally soft lips brush against his ear. The sensations causing him to swallow hard against a dry throat.

“It doesn’t matter,” the stranger whispered.

The voice was too quiet to be recognizable but Draco was absolutely sure he knew this person. Who ever it was, they had a familiar aura, one he was positive he’d felt many times before. If only he could place it he might feel slightly less terrified with a shred of familiarity to cling to, even if he was to become some nonce’s plaything. Still, despite everything, the situation felt very different from what he knew first hand about torture and rape. Again, knowledge that came from being the son of a death eater. It was hard for him to explain, even to himself, but he didn’t feel as though this person wanted to hurt him. Though, one never really knows for sure, do they.

Warm breath floated against the shell of his ear and down his neck before soft lips came into contact with his skin for the second time. Brief kisses made their way across his collar bone before a tongue licked up the other side of his neck stopping with a bite on his earlobe. Draco bit his bottom lip hard enough to break the skin, in an effort to control his trembling and smother a moan that threatened to force its way out. He cursed his body for betraying him at a time like this.

“Tell me who you are…..please. You seem so familiar. Do I know you? Are we still at Hogwarts?” the blond asked kindly, so that he might not irritate his captor.

The stranger’s soft lips ghosted against the exposed skin of his cheek before gently pressing against his own and a warm tongue glided across the broken flesh, tasting his blood. The blond suppressed an urge to make the pleasure he felt known.

“Leave it to you to sense the familiar even without the use of your eyes,” the person sighed, “Yes, Draco, you know who I am…. but you don’t know me, not really in a way that counts. And we are, in fact, still at school. I have no intentions of keeping you locked away. I merely wanted your unbiased attention.” Draco’s captor whispered again.

This simple statement seemed to put the blond more at ease than before he first discovered his predicament. Anger was slowly replacing Draco’s fear and he lashed out into the darkness in the direction of those whispers. The metal cuff around his wrist collided into something and he heard a pain filled groan. The Slytherin beamed in triumph.

“I’m not a plaything. Let me go.”

“You cut the back of my hand. That wasn’t very nice,” the captor’s soft whisper floated to his ear and Draco was sure that he could hear sadness through the silence.

“What makes you think that I won’t go the he headmaster after this?” Draco growled, making his anger known now that he had nothing to truly fear.

The stranger snorted, “We both know that your pride wouldn’t let you, besides, I don’t plan on ever letting you know who I am.”

The fact that this person, whoever they might be, never spoke above a whisper began to chafe at the edges of Draco’s patients. At this point he couldn’t even tell if it was a woman or a man. A thought struck him and his inner Slytherin smiled at the genius he recognized in his captor. ‘Well, two can play at this game.’

“Is that why you whisper?….so that I won’t be able to tell who you are even after you let me go?” the other’s silence encouraged him to continue. Perhaps it wasn’t wise to piss off the person that kidnaps you, seemingly for rape, but anything was better than this calm whispering. “If it’s a roll in the sack that you want, wouldn’t it have been easier to ask me outright? I mean come on…,” Draco held up the shackles and shook them, “…isn’t this taking it a tad too far? Of course I’d turn you down but, come on, rape? Really, are you that desperate for me?”

“Perhaps I am, though I hope that by the time we part you won’t think of it so much as rape anymore. Though, I think desperate isn’t a good enough word. Necessary maybe. I‘d never have a chance with you any other way.”

Draco could hear a quiet chuckle that rose a fierce blush to his cheeks even more than the words had. He felt a tentative kiss on each one before the whispering came again. “I’ve never seen that before…it looks good on you. I’d like it to stay for a while.”

A heavy body suddenly straddled Draco and set itself down pressing groin against groin clearly making the captor’s gender known to him. The extra weight making the arm he used to hold himself up even more distressed.

“So you are man then,” the blond said flatly.

“Does that bother you?” he questioned, uncaring, but still with a whisper.

“What bothers me is that I can’t see you,” Draco sneered.

“That’s not going to change anytime soon, I‘m sorry.”

Lips were pressed gently against his own and then the man’s erection ground into Draco’s half hard cock and he gasped. The captor opened his mouth letting his tongue caress the blond’s bottom lip before slipping inside to lick at his tongue. Draco’s body screamed for more but his mind was splitting in so many different directions; his body won the argument.

Draco found himself returning the kiss and he tilted his head to let the other man deepen it. They stayed that way for several minutes, the man occasionally licking and biting at Draco’s lips. Then the captor broke the kiss and rested his cheek against Draco’s, breathing heatedly in his ear. They rested for a moment before he pulled away leaving Draco flushed and completely erect, stunned by his own actions. He could hear the rustling of fabric and he startled when the soft fingers returned to push open his cloak.

The body above him came into contact with his own sending new sensations directly to his groin. He reveled in the feeling of naked flesh against naked flesh; smooth, hard, muscular flesh that caused him to shiver. One of the man’s arms snaked around Draco’s neck and he let himself be pushed down against the mattress as fingers ran across his chest. The hand raked over one of his sensitive nipples. He gasped and arched towards it, eyes going wide under the mask.

Kissed were placed down Draco’s neck, light nips were added as they continued down Draco’s chest to replace the man’s hand. Then his mouth closed around one of Draco’s nipples licking, nipping, and sucking the now hard bump. A moan bubbled up in the blond’s chest and he tried desperately to hold it back, but as the pressure continued it forced its way out. He could feel the man grin against his chest and his blush returned full force.

The sensations stopped and the man kissed his way across to the other nipple before closing his mouth around it. One hand now gripped Draco’s shoulder while the other snaked its way down his stomach. The blond’s heart sped up and his breathing became heavier and thick with need, fear long since turned into uneasy lust.

Fingers teased at the silvery blond wisp surrounding Draco’s cock and it twitched with expectant want. Slowly the hand ran down the length to grasp hold of his balls giving them a gentle tug and squeeze. The man rolled them in his hand before sliding his fingers back to the pulsing erection. They teased the top, one finger caressing the slit, spreading the slick wet that beaded there, while the thumb ran under the foreskin in a gentle stroke.

Draco arched up with a deep moan and then the man’s mouth left his chest breathing against the wetness causing it to become cold. An entirely new pleasure that the blond wasn’t expecting. He felt soft hair slid along his body as the man moved closer to his groin.

A tender lick along the entire length of his cock had him trembling again and when wet, warm lips encircled the head, a deep moan escaped him unnoticed. A hand was placed on both thighs, pushing Draco’s legs farther apart. The man’s tongue licked sharply against him as he took Draco’s entire length into his mouth, slowly moving up and down and sucking with intense force. The blond writhed underneath the man and nearly cried out in frustration at the sudden loss of contact that he felt moments later. He frowned.

“It’s much to early to cum,” the man whispered soothingly.

A heated body connected with his again, the mouth pressing against his to claim another deep kiss and Draco could taste himself on the other man. He gasped into the warm heat of that mouth as cold, wet fingers rubbed between his cheeks and against his delicate flesh. A single finger pushed into him causing him to whimper and it slid in and out stretching him before another joined it and they began to scissor together.

The man breathed heavily in his ear, kissed along his cheek and neck, ran a hand through his hair and then bit his collar bone all the while grinding against his thigh and torturing him with his fingers. The body shifted above Draco and his fingers slid out. The blond slumped against the mattress taking the moment to recoup with tremors still racking his body.

Draco bit his bottom lip and clenched his hands together. “Why?” he whispered into the soft, thick hair that tickled his neck without truly expecting an answer.

The man pushed Draco’s arms above his head and held him down by the wrists. He ran his tongue along the tortured flesh of Draco’s bottom lip and mashed his mouth against it shoving his tongue inside to lick at Draco’s. Without warning his pushed the head of his cock into the blond and put his arm under Draco’s leg lifting it to rest on his shoulder before sliding balls deep into him. The man groaned in heavy gasps and Draco cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Tears streamed out from under the mask that Draco wore and for the first time he was grateful that such a shameful face he made couldn’t be seen. They rocked together in a blurry, lustful state, sweating, moaning, and caressing each other with kisses and tender touches. The man let Draco’s leg slide back down and pulled the shackles over his head so that the blond could hug his neck.

“Because…,” he whispered at his ear, “…I love you, Draco.”

The blond’s breath caught in his chest, his eyes widened in the darkness and he had no doubts in that instant that what this man said was true. The man lifted Draco up until he was seated on top of him and grasped at the blond’s hips helping him with the motions. He slammed into the blond with as much force as he could muster until finally he came like molten sheets inside Draco. The feeling was enough to push the blond over he edge and he too came with explosive force throwing his head back with a loud cry. His cum pored out in hot, thick threads splattering their chests and a drop hit his chin leaving him panting and weak.

The man pulled Draco’s legs out strait and gently laid him down against the mattress. He licked the cum off of the other man’s chin and slid his head out from under the shackles, laying Draco’s arms against his chest before pulling out. The man slid over beside Draco and pulled him to his chest, resting a hand against the blond’s silky tresses. Draco laid there listening to the frantic beating of their hearts until the panting ceased and breathing calmed, leaving Draco to slip into a silent slumber.

*****

Draco winced as candlelight flooded his eyes. He sat up with a jolt. The mask was gone, the shackles were gone and all his clothes were returned to his body. The room was completely empty save for the few sconces that adorned the walls. Whatever he had been laying on was gone. A glass of water sat an arm’s length away from him and he hastily took his fill when he realized that it would never empty. It disappeared when he sat it back down. Once more he smiled inwardly at the cunning of his captor but this time he saw the love in the gesture of leaving him something to quench his thirst after such a draining act.

He crossed the room to the heavy wooden door and bit his lip against the sound of it groaning open. Draco took to the halls at a run. Surprisingly, he found familiar ground in a fairly short amount of searching. He emerged from a shadowed hallway to find students on their way to the great hall for the normal Sunday dinner. ‘So I wasn’t gone that long after all,' he bowed his head to hide a smile that forced its way across his features.

Draco struggled through the rest of the night refusing to talk to anyone, throwing his patented death glare at anything and everybody that crossed his path. He wallowed in his bed reliving the events from before and though he hated it with a passion he had to admit that the man was right. There was no way that he could consider it rape and on top of that he wanted more. But who was that man and would he ever see him again. Draco growled into the night and covered his eyes with his hands.

*****

Over the course of the next few days Draco sulked about, thinking over every thing that had happened and all that the captor had said. He hated that he wanted to meet him again, that he was yearning for what the man could give him. ‘I love you’ rang constantly in his ears and the more he thought about it the more he felt the weight and truth of those words. Sorrow hit him at the revelation that he may never know that love again and his anger gave way to anguish. Instead of death glares it became no acknowledgement at all and by the end of the week he was just going through the motions.

That is until he was yanked into a dark hall with a hand pressed over his eyes and suddenly he found himself being smothered in passionate, heated kiss that spoke of longing and angst.

“Who are you?” the blond whispered with a wry smile.

“It doesn’t matter,” a whisper returned to him and he felt the man laugh a short, uneasy laugh.

Draco wrapped his arms around the other man and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

“What’s this? These aren’t the actions of a captive that feels he was raped,” the man ran a hand through Draco’s hair timidly.

“Shut up,” the blond pouted, laying his forehead against the mans shoulder.

“Are you alright, Draco? I’ve been watching you. I feared that perhaps I went to far and damaged you in some way…….to be honest….. I wouldn’t have forced you if you really weren’t willing. I couldn’t hur……I wouldn’t,” the man stumbled across his words guiltily.

“I thought you weren’t real,” Draco breathed.

“Then you’re okay?” the man asked, trembling.

“That’s up for debate, but I suppose so.”

“I’m glad,” came a voice even quieter than a whisper and soon Draco was released. When he opened his eyes he was standing alone. Draco sighed and punched the wall in his frustration.

And so the week continued on in the same everyday. Draco would suddenly find himself pulled into someplace dark with a hand covering his eyes. He’d be wrapped in a tight and loving embrace, each time asking the man to tell him who he was and each time the man would say ‘it doesn’t matter’ and slip away.

*****

Draco left the transfiguration classroom far behind every one else and when he stepped into the hall it was empty. He smile as arms came up around him from behind, a hand covering his eyes. He let himself be taken to a side corridor and pushed up against its walls.

“Who are you….please,” the blond gripped at the other man’s sleeves.

“Are you sure you want to know? No mater who I end up being?” he whispered into the blonds ear giving it a lick.

“I doesn’t matter who you are. I have to know so that I can keep you. Meeting like this is driving me crazy.”

“….Alright…” the man loosened his fingers.

Footsteps echoed down the adjoining hallway and the man pulled out of Draco’s grasp. He opened his eyes after the hand released him and searched the corridor, but the man had vanished.

“Fuck,” he cursed and banged his head against the wall. The footsteps stopped beside him.

“Draco?” a female voice questioned.

“What do you want Pansy?” the Slytherin prince growled in frustration.

“Are you coming to lunch?” she asked hesitantly, taking a few steps back.

“Fine,” Draco drawled and pushed off the wall to follow alongside the Slytherin girl. He stuck his foot out and tripped a first year Hufflepuff that stared at him before she waked by. Draco ran his hands through his hair and sighed. He really was becoming irritated.

*****

The Slytherin sat in the library reading for pleasure while everyone else chose to go out in the snow. He was alone, seated in the farthest corner of the room, behind rows and rows books where no one would find him easily. The blond submersed himself in tales of handsome princes, dangerous dragons, and the heart stopping beauty of fantasy worlds.

Draco sighed and laid the book on the table. Moments after a white, painted mask with cat ears and closed eyes slid over it. His mouth fell open, turn into a small smile and then he bit his lip. Draco ran his fingers tenderly over the painted line of the eyes. He blushed heavily at the thought of what he must have looked like wearing the thing.

“I haven’t seen that before…It looks good on you. I’d like it stay a while.” the man spoke for the first time without whispering and Draco drug his eyes up to meet the man’s. He gasped as steel blue orbs gazed into verdant shades.

“It was you,” the blond breathed though his heart stilled.

“It was me,” Harry nodded.

The chair that Draco sat in fell to the floor with a clatter. The blond reached across the table throwing his arms around Harry’s neck and he pulled the raven haired man into a kiss that showed all of the emotions that had built up during the last week. He trembled in Harry’s arms and suddenly the man’s words all made sense and he realized why that aura was so familiar to him.

“Your such an ass, Harry.”

“I know, I’m sorry…….ow.”



The End is in Sight My Friend.