Title: Secret Assignations
Author: Constant Vigilance
Status: FIN
Email: tirel@pcnuthut.com

Website: https://www.angelfire.com/tv2/firebird_ascending/
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco (Assumed Harry/Blaise and Blaise/Draco)
Spoilers: AU. Characters aged up to age of consent.
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing. JKR is God.
Summary: A cupboard, a midnight assignation, silencing spell, mistaken identity.
Notes: Challenge posted on The Hex Files. (Hex_Files@yahoogroups.com)

 

Draco melted from one shadow to the next, rather enjoying his stealthiness. It heightened the sense that he was up to no good. Which of course, he was. He was breaking several school rules by leaving the dorm after curfew for a secret assignation with his lover. He snorted. Secret assignation. Illicit fuck maybe. Illicit amazing fuck, he amended.

 

He grinned. Lover boy was quite the stallion. They’d decided to meet down here, first floor utility cupboard, so as to keep everyone’s dorm mates none the wiser. That, and it lent credence to the illicitness of the occasion.

 

Draco made it to his destination and slipped into the darkness beyond the door. Not that it mattered, it being just a cupboard that is. They’d stocked it well. Lube on this ledge, lube on that ledge. Rope hanging here to hold on to. Rope hanging there to tie with. A perfect little sex nook. With the exception of one thing…no sound proof walls. Lover boy was quite the screamer.

 

And so Draco cast a silencing charm on the door and the walls. He always made sure to leave a bubble of space around them, though. He liked to hear his hard work being paid off. Then, he sat down to wait. His patience was rewarded a few minutes later. A lithe figure cracked the door open and slid inside, shutting it behind him.

 

“You here?” the figure whispered.

 

“Of course,” Draco replied in kind, casting a locking spell on the door.

 

A low chuckle of approval was the only other sound made as Draco's lover crossed the spare three feet. They slammed into each other, ripping at one another’s robes. Fuck, it had been too long. They licked and bit at each other’s lips, each trying to establish dominance. Finally, Draco won by the providence of having sunk his fingers into his lover’s hair.

 

Draco yanked on the handful of hair, offering his lover’s throat up. He noted that his lover’s hair seemed a bit thicker and absently reminded himself to get the name of the conditioner he’d obviously changed to. Draco bit at the soft skin under his mouth and laved wet kisses down his lover’s chest, working buttons as he went. Draco nibbled at nipples and tongued a path down the smooth chest.

 

He stopped to dip his tongue into his lover’s navel and demonstrate what he’d like to have done to his own arse in just a moment or two. He wasn’t all that surprised when his lover sank fingers into Draco's own hair and dragged the blonde back up for a steamy kiss. Four hands hurriedly removed the rest of both sets of clothing and Draco slipped his arms over his lover’s shoulders in preparation of the main event.

 

He was decidedly startled when that main event didn’t occur. Instead, his lover slid down Draco's own chest, mapping it out as Draco had done to him. By the time Draco had figured out what the hell was going on, his lover had knelt and was mouthing Draco's cock. What the hell? This was new. Not that Draco had never had a blowjob before. Just never one from…oh, fuck yeah!

 

Draco moaned out loud, causing his lover to chuckle around his cock. That, in turn, caused vibrations that dragged another moan from Draco's lips. Hot, wet suction emptied Draco's mind of any questions and he felt his world spiraling out of control. He was so close, so very close, that when his lover pulled off of his cock and stood back up, Draco nearly cried.

 

As it was, he gave a disappointed whine and thrust his hips up against his lover. His lover groaned and groped for Draco's hand, which wasn’t too difficult to find. Draco was frantically trying to jerk himself off, looking for the completion he’d almost reached a moment ago. Draco was shocked into stopping wanking by the feeling of a tube of lubricant being placed into his palm.

 

“Wha—“ he tried.

 

“Shhh,” was the response. “Just fuck me,” his lover whispered.

 

Draco was baffled. He was the bottom. Always. The only time he’d suggested it, his lover had refused to meet him for a week! Not that Draco minded being the bottom; actually, he quite loved it. But this? This was just odd. Choosing not to look a gift horse in the mouth, which he couldn’t do anyway because it was as dark as a crypt in here, he just went with it.

 

He popped the lid and squeezed some gel out onto his fingers. Reaching between his lover’s legs, he brushed by lightly furred bollocks, earning another groan. His lover spread his legs for better access and practically keened as Draco's fingers entered him. Carefully, Draco pulled the first finger out and inserted two fingers, making sure to stretch his lover as well as he could. After all, if his lover were going to give him the gift of topping, Draco’d best make it damn good if he ever wanted it again!

 

“Nownownownow,” his lover chanted in a whisper interspersed with whimpers.

 

Draco lifted his lover’s legs up around his own waist, taking the extra weight with a satisfied sigh. He felt his lover’s hands on his cock, placing it at the entrance of the lubed and stretched hole, and Draco shivered in anticipation. Gently, he settled his lover onto his erection, groaning at the hot, velvety grip surrounding him.

 

That was the last gentle move made. Once settled, Draco's lover turned into a rabid animal. He lifted up and began fucking himself onto Draco's cock with viciousness that made Draco's breath catch in his throat and Draco's knees threaten to give out. Staggering, Draco slammed backwards into the wall and braced himself. That was about all he could do. His lover slammed down harder and harder, faster and faster, until he was screaming with pleasure.

 

Draco was caught up, not only in the sounds of desire, but also in the idea that his lover was shagging himself raw on Draco's cock. The world began to slip away again and Draco freed up a hand to sneak in between their sweaty bodies, hoping to bring his lover off with him. He didn’t really have to move his hand, just clench it around the column of flesh. His lover fucked Draco’s hand with the same ferocity as he fucked Draco's cock.

 

Draco felt the pulsing of his lover’s cock and the rhythmic clenching of internal muscles and he milked his lover’s prick dry even as his lover’s velvet walls did the same to Draco's prick. Gasping, they sank into one another, leaning against the cupboard wall. Eventually, Draco's lover unclenched his legs and with the judicious amount of sweat that they had created, slid down onto his own feet.

 

One final, fierce kiss and they pulled apart. “Fucking hell, Zabini,” Draco gasped, grinning in the darkness. “It gets better every time.”

 

His lover snickered and Draco could hear the sound of clothing being replaced. “You’re a conceited bastard, aren’t you Blaise?”

 

Draco froze. “Blaise?” he questioned.

 

The sounds of movement stopped. “Zabini?” his lover returned, his voice wavering a bit.

 

Draco reached for his wand, tucked into the pocket of his robes, and cast lumos. The spell lit up the darkened cupboard like a night light, illuminating his lover’s face. Draco stared in horror.

 

“Potter?” he squeaked.

 

“Malfoy?” Harry returned, clutching his robes to his nearly naked body.

 

Nearly naked…Draco started, realizing he was completely naked. “Nox!” he choked out. When the light disappeared, the sounds of frantic redressing could be heard. Not 30 seconds later, Draco was canceling the spells on the cupboard door and throwing said door open. Both Draco and Harry tried getting out as fast as they could, without touching the other. It only resulted in them wedging themselves into the doorway.

 

As they fought over who would be the first to escape this nightmare, the sound of slow clapping began. As one, they looked up to see the real Blaise Zabini leaning against the opposite wall, smirking.

 

He took in their rumpled appearance, noting their sweaty hair hanging in limp clumps, their swollen lips, and the musky scent of cum wafting out of the cupboard after them. He snickered and pushed up off of the wall. With a slow swagger that neither boy could take his eyes from, Blaise made his way back down the hall. As he hit the corner, he paused and turned to glance back at them.

 

“You’re welcome,” he called with a grin.