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“Is it Sunday yet?”


Draco Malfoy arched a pale brow and glared at the raven-haired wizard sprawled in the chair opposite him. “It is still Friday. Just as it was ten minutes ago when you asked.”


Blaise sighed as he tapped his foot against the table, his lips curving into a smirk when he noticed Draco practically snarling from the noise. His lover was thirty-four, the two of them had been together for nearly two decades, and he knew exactly what it took to annoy the blond wizard. Normally, they were both the epitome of maturity. They had respectable positions in the Wizarding community, more money than either knew what to do with, and a beautiful witch they called their own. It was Hermione that usually kept them from reverting into bickering and adolescent schoolboys.


As it was, their lover had been gone for a week for a conference, her position at the Ministry causing her to be unable to apparate home because she was busy helping out with various areas. So, he and Draco had been left alone, their manor seeming empty and quiet without her, their children at Hogwarts and silence surrounding them. His daughter was in her third year, a Ravenclaw, and all ready taking after her beautiful mother, while Draco’s son was in his first year, a Slytherin, and all ready taking after his father and uncle Blaise. Their relationship was a bit unusual, but they had been together as a trio for sixteen years and still loved one another completely.


“If you don’t stop that tapping, I am going to hex you,” Draco warned, his tone lazy as he closed his book, gray eyes watching his lover deliberately tap his foot harder against the table.


“I’d like to see you try,” Blaise smirked, his hand moving to his wand to be prepared in case Draco actually did attempt to hex him.


“Is that a dare, Zabini?” Draco’s eyes moved over his lover slowly, appreciating the curly black hair that had not a speck of gray and the slight laugh lines around full lips. Blaise Zabini had definitely aged gracefully, though none of them looked their age. Hermione could easily pass for a decade younger and he knew he still looked handsome. He slowly smiled at the challenge in his lover’s indigo eyes, his tongue slowly licking his upper lip as he realized that Hermione was not there and they had no need to ‘act their age’. After all, boys will boys no matter what their age.


“Consider it what you will, Malfoy,” Blaise smiled smugly, recognizing the gleam in Draco’s eyes. He let go of his wand, knowing that there would be no hexing tonight. Before Draco could move, Blaise stood up, deliberately stretching in his most provocative way. Giving his lover a playful leer, he queried, “But really, Draco, aren’t there far more entertaining ways to spend our time?”


“I suppose I could think of something,” Draco replied as he gracefully moved from the chair and walked towards Blaise. He leaned up and brushed his lips against the taller wizard’s, nibbling on Blaise’s bottom lip before sliding his tongue inside.


Blaise ended the kiss, a playful smile on his handsome face as he said, “It’s not that easy, Malfoy. I think you’re too spoiled, used to getting what you want when you want it. Tonight, you’re going to have to catch me.”


Draco’s eyes widened as Blaise kissed him quickly before laughing and running from the study. With a determined smile on his face, he took off after the raven-haired wizard, knowing that this was one game he would win. He reached the stairs and found Blaise’s shirt on the bottom step, the smile becoming decidedly naughty as he removed his shirt and put it on the stairs. He walked up the stairs quickly, not surprised to find Blaise’s pants on the floor outside their bedroom. Draco unfastened his trousers, sliding them down his long legs and leaving them in a pile on the floor before entering the bedroom they shared with Hermione.


“Took you long enough,” Blaise teased as Draco entered the room, the dark Slytherin laying on their bed, his hand stroking himself lazily. “I was beginning to think I might have to start without you.”


“Looks like you all ready have,” Draco observed dryly, his eyes darkening to a stormy gray as he approached the bed. The slender wizard kneeled at the edge and then began to crawl, his eyes looking into Blaise’s as he was soon straddling his lover. “Let me help you with that.”


“Merlin,” Blaise cursed softly as Draco’s hand joined his, their lips meeting again as they began to play, both deciding this was the perfect way to pass time until Hermione returned home.


*the end *