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bottom_dracoTitle: Sycophant’s Revenge
Author: Gwen Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Blaise/Draco, mentions of Snape/Draco, Ron/Draco
Warning: Dark, weird
Author Notes: Er…yeah, Blaise blackmails Draco. And is crazy.
“What do you want, Zabini?” The words were spat, of course, as they should have been when speaking to a ridiculed and out-casted sycophant who seemed to have forgotten his place, asking someone like Draco Malfoy for a moment of his time.
“You might want to learn some respect, Malfoy. I imagine it will serve you well in a short while.”
“Get to your point, Zabini. I have more important things to do than hang around chatting with you.”
“I suppose I can let the photos speak for themselves.” Blaise said, picking up a stack of photos and shuffling through them before tossing one to Draco. Draco blinked uncomprehendingly for a moment before gasping in horror when he realized what the top photo was: himself being fucked by Snape. He swallowed hard, but forced himself to remain calm.
“Nice pics, Zabini; where’d you get them?”
“I have my sources. Now, Malfoy, what would you do to get these photos? Oh, look,” He held one up. “You sucking Weasley’s cock--wonder what your father would say?” At that, Draco blanched, his breath catching in his throat.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would and I will.” For a moment, it looked as though Draco would crumble, and Blaise relished the thought, but then his eyes iced over and he straightened, looking resigned.
“Okay, Zabini, what do you want?”
Blaise had spent years considering what his revenge would be. Years imagining the staccato sobs as he took Draco with no lube and no preparation and only raw flesh and blood to smooth the way. Years contemplating whether he’d be sweet or bitter or both wheh he kissed him. Years torturing himself over what he could never have, but now he could, and was nearly giddy with the triumph.
“Get on your knees.” Draco lowered himself slowly to one knee, keeping his eyes locked on Blaise’s, blazing with anger. “Undo my trousers.” Blaise said, jerking his chin down. Draco dropped his eyes, unbuttoning the other boy’s jeans. “Pull them down.”
He bit his lips as Draco’s breath gusted over his straining erection. He curled his fingers in the silky softness of his hair, pulling him forward roughly. “Suck it.” Draco licked his lips, pausing briefly before parting his lips and moving his mouth down the entire length of Blaise’s cock. “Slut.” Blaise hissed, even as he tiled his hips forward. He yanked the handful of locks, thrusting hard into the hot, wet bliss of his mouth.
Draco tried to pull back when Blaise suddenly came. He coughed and gagged, but Blaise’s grip on his hair was tight and he swallowed as best he could.
“I hate you,” He spat, still on his knees, when Blaise touched his cheek softly.
“Respect, Malfoy. Don’t forget, I have copies of these photos.” Draco’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh, you didn’t’ t think was a one-shot deal, did you? Oh, no, we’ll be doing this a lot more often.” Tears burned in Draco’s eyes and spilled over before he could stop them.
“No, don’t cry, love,” There was a brief pause in which Blaise smiled, half tender, half maniacal. “That comes later.”
Author: Gwen Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Blaise/Draco, mentions of Snape/Draco, Ron/Draco
Warning: Dark, weird
Author Notes: Er…yeah, Blaise blackmails Draco. And is crazy.
“What do you want, Zabini?” The words were spat, of course, as they should have been when speaking to a ridiculed and out-casted sycophant who seemed to have forgotten his place, asking someone like Draco Malfoy for a moment of his time.
“You might want to learn some respect, Malfoy. I imagine it will serve you well in a short while.”
“Get to your point, Zabini. I have more important things to do than hang around chatting with you.”
“I suppose I can let the photos speak for themselves.” Blaise said, picking up a stack of photos and shuffling through them before tossing one to Draco. Draco blinked uncomprehendingly for a moment before gasping in horror when he realized what the top photo was: himself being fucked by Snape. He swallowed hard, but forced himself to remain calm.
“Nice pics, Zabini; where’d you get them?”
“I have my sources. Now, Malfoy, what would you do to get these photos? Oh, look,” He held one up. “You sucking Weasley’s cock--wonder what your father would say?” At that, Draco blanched, his breath catching in his throat.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would and I will.” For a moment, it looked as though Draco would crumble, and Blaise relished the thought, but then his eyes iced over and he straightened, looking resigned.
“Okay, Zabini, what do you want?”
Blaise had spent years considering what his revenge would be. Years imagining the staccato sobs as he took Draco with no lube and no preparation and only raw flesh and blood to smooth the way. Years contemplating whether he’d be sweet or bitter or both wheh he kissed him. Years torturing himself over what he could never have, but now he could, and was nearly giddy with the triumph.
“Get on your knees.” Draco lowered himself slowly to one knee, keeping his eyes locked on Blaise’s, blazing with anger. “Undo my trousers.” Blaise said, jerking his chin down. Draco dropped his eyes, unbuttoning the other boy’s jeans. “Pull them down.”
He bit his lips as Draco’s breath gusted over his straining erection. He curled his fingers in the silky softness of his hair, pulling him forward roughly. “Suck it.” Draco licked his lips, pausing briefly before parting his lips and moving his mouth down the entire length of Blaise’s cock. “Slut.” Blaise hissed, even as he tiled his hips forward. He yanked the handful of locks, thrusting hard into the hot, wet bliss of his mouth.
Draco tried to pull back when Blaise suddenly came. He coughed and gagged, but Blaise’s grip on his hair was tight and he swallowed as best he could.
“I hate you,” He spat, still on his knees, when Blaise touched his cheek softly.
“Respect, Malfoy. Don’t forget, I have copies of these photos.” Draco’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh, you didn’t’ t think was a one-shot deal, did you? Oh, no, we’ll be doing this a lot more often.” Tears burned in Draco’s eyes and spilled over before he could stop them.
“No, don’t cry, love,” There was a brief pause in which Blaise smiled, half tender, half maniacal. “That comes later.”
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