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Blaise Zabini sat in the window seat, his cheek against the cool glass as he watched the rain fall. It was a gloomy morning in late May, the storm having been raging outside since dawn. He had been awake when the first drops began to fall, unable to sleep and finally getting out of bed to watch the rain. The raven-haired wizard took a drink of his wine, frowning slightly at the bitter taste. It was too early for alcohol, but he needed something to calm his nerves and the glass of red wine from the previous evening had been handy on his way to the window.


The Italian wizard looked to his left, his cheek still against the window, his eyes moving slowly over the man sleeping in his bed. Even in sleep, Draco Malfoy projected an aura of arrogance and confidence that had always enthralled Blaise. The blond wizard was domineering and controlling and Blaise had been completely fascinated with the pale Pureblood from their first meeting at Hogwarts over a decade ago. He had watched Draco over the years, believing it was idle curiosity because the boy was complicated and unpredictable and Blaise had always loved a good puzzle.


Then, during sixth year, he had stroked his cock with his eyes closed and visions of Draco’s tongue licking his body flittering in his mind, coming in his hand as he quietly muttered the name of his only friend. Blaise had to acknowledge that he was infatuated with Draco at that point, getting hard watching the pale blond play Quidditch or even study for his exams. Unfortunately, Draco wasn’t as sexually ambiguous as Blaise, preferring to ogle witches and make lecherous comments about the girls at the school to take time to appreciate the wizards, also.


They had become closer friends the last two years at Hogwarts and their friendship had continued after graduation. Going to the same University and sharing a flat, they spent the majority of their time together. It was no surprise that he had moved from infatuation to love. Draco trusted him, in fact Blaise was the only person in the blond’s life that he *did* trust. And, last night, he had betrayed that trust.


Celebrating their final exam and the end of college, the two wizards had drunk a lot of wine and feasted on a pasta dish that Blaise had learned from his Grandmother, Draco‘s favorite and specifically requested by the blond. They’d spent hours talking and eating and laughing, which was a normal routine for them. Draco has looked particularly handsome, his blond hair falling to his chin and looking far more disheveled than normal, his gray eyes watching Blaise with an intensity that had never been there before. Or, if it had, Blaise had been completely oblivious. They had just finished their meal, Draco grumbling about putting the dishes away without the use of magic, moving behind Blaise in their kitchen and his back brushing Blaise’s arm.


He didn’t know why he had done it. Even now, he couldn’t explain his actions. He had simply felt a need to taste the wine on Draco’s lips. The raven-haired Slytherin had turned to look at his friend, their eyes meeting for a moment and the easy smile fading from Draco’s thin lips before Blaise had leaned forward and kissed him. Draco had tensed the moment their lips met, but Blaise moved his tongue over the beautiful lips that he had ached to kiss for years, wanting to blame too much wine but knowing that was just an excuse. Neither of them had drunk that much, both fully aware of what they were doing.


He had taken advantage of Draco’s surprise, sliding his tongue into the shorter wizard’s mouth. There had been a low growl and then Draco was kissing him passionately, pushing him against the counter as his tongue took possession of Blaise’s mouth. The dark Slytherin had kissed him back with every bit of desire that he had felt since he was sixteen, and possibly even longer, moving his large hands over Draco’s slender frame, fingers moving beneath his shirt and caressing his best friend’s shoulders and back.


Blaise looked away from the delectable sight of Draco’s naked body tangled in his sheets, sighing softly as he realized that there was no turning back. What’s done was done. He had made a move on his best friend, knowing that Draco had no such desire or feelings for him and had been drinking wine most of the evening. He had betrayed his best friend’s trust and would now have to deal with the consequences. They had kissed passionately for what seemed like hours but had really been mere minutes. Blaise ran his tongue over his bottom lip as flashes of the evening came to him, his indigo eyes watching the rain.


Draco’s cock in his mouth, licking and sucking the length of his friend. Hands on his arse, bruising and needy yet gentle. A tongue sliding over his shaft, blond hair brushing against his thighs as Draco had driven him to orgasm, his friend smiling smugly after he gulped down every drop of release and proceeded to lick any stray drops of fluid from his cock. The feeling of Draco sliding into his arse, so tight and painful but so bloody *right*. Shagging throughout the night, waking from a few hours of sleep to find Draco simply looking at him with intensity and wonder before lips met and hands moved and cocks touched. He had woken at hearing the rain beginning to fall, the knowledge of what happened, what he had done, driving him from his lover’s embrace to this cold window seat to watch the rain.


With another drink of his wine, he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the window. He didn’t know what to do. True, Draco had been a willing participant throughout their evening together, but Blaise still felt responsible, felt as if he had somehow taken advantage of the blond due to the wine and somewhat romantic atmosphere that he had unintentionally created, wondered if Draco had only kissed him back because they were friends and he hadn’t want to say no. His hand moved through his curly black hair as he grimaced, knowing that nothing was ever going to be the same between them after last night.


He was pulled from his thoughts by something soft brushing against his cheek. Blaise opened his eyes and turned his head slightly, finding himself staring at a red rose. He followed the lines of the flower past a hand that he knew was slightly rough, his eyes moving up the length of a muscular arm until he was looking into the light gray eyes of his best friend. Without hesitation, he whispered, "I’m sorry about last night, Draco."


The slight smile fell from Draco’s lips as he frowned, his arm falling to his side as he tightened his grip on the rose. His tone was sharp as he muttered, "Fine. Be sorry."


"Bloody hell, Draco. What do you want me to say?" Blaise asked as he turned to face the blond. "I got you drunk and took advantage of you. I betrayed your trust and now you hate me and I completely understand why. Damn it, I just, fuck."


"You think I was drunk?" a pale brow arched as the beautiful lips curved into a smug smile once again. "I only had two glasses of wine, Zabini. It takes a lot more than that to get me pissed. Especially pissed enough to offer my best friend my gorgeous body for wicked purposes."


"You weren’t drunk?" Blaise gaped at the smug blond, whispering, "Then why?"


"You stupid sod," Draco laughed softly, "supposed to be so bloody brilliant but you don’t even know when a bloke cares about you. I‘ve wanted you for years, you daft prat. Last night? I was trying to seduce you, and I must say it worked exceptionally well. Of course, that isn‘t a surprise since it was my plan, after all."


"You were seducing me?" Blaise slowly smiled, "Then why was I the one to kiss you?"


"Because, you moronic imbecile, I wasn’t about to make the first move," Draco said primly, his eyes flashing with amusement, "I wanted to make sure I was reading the signals right. Couldn’t very well attack you and have my way with you if you weren’t willing now could I?"


"I believe, Mister Malfoy," Blaise drawled lazily, his earlier misgivings fading as he saw the desire and, yes, love in Draco’s eyes as well as the rather prominent erection that was jutting from the pale curls between the blond wizard’s thighs, "that you are merely trying to accept credit for what happened because you have a fondness for being in control and can’t bloody well accept that it just happened."


"It was my sneaky Slytherin plan, Zabini," Draco smirked as he moved the rose against Blaise’s nipples, "you’re just annoyed that I thought of it first. Poor baby, been wanting my cock inside you for years haven’t you? I’ve seen the way you watch me when you think I wasn’t looking, the way your eyes move over my body in that hungry and needy way. Made me so hard, knowing you wanted me like that. Decided to wait until graduation to do anything about it. A bit of a prezzie for myself, if you will. My very own Blaise, unwrapped and willing to do whatever I wanted."


"You manipulative bastard," Blaise shook his head, his eyes narrowing as he realized that Draco was sincere in his statements regarding setting the entire evening up as a means of seducing him. While part of him was overjoyed at the idea the object of his affection wanted him enough to go to such measures, another part of him was highly irritated at being an unknowing pawn in Draco’s game. "I’ve been feeling guilty all morning for taking advantage of you!"


"Guilt?" Draco said the word with distaste, "Merlin, Zabini. What kind of Slytherin are you? Guilt because you buggered me rotten? Guilt because I shagged you into exhaustion? I expected better from you, old boy. A bit of smugness after finally having my cock buried up your arse, several times, and maybe some pathetic and flowery poetry discussing your adoration for the perfection that is me since you’re a bit of a nancy wanker when it comes to that romantic nonsense. But guilt? Really, how Gryffindor of you. What am I going to do with you, Blaise?"


Blaise leaned forward and caught Draco‘s mouth in a desperate kiss, free to act upon his feelings without hesitation after learning of the blond‘s feelings for him. Releasing his lips, he smiled devilishly as his hand stroked Draco‘s shaft, "Let’s go back to bed and I’m sure we’ll think of something."

*the end*