AL June 09: Queer.
Title: Two in One.
Prompt: Queer.
Character: Blaise Zabini.
Warnings: M/M smexin'.
Pairings: Blaise/Tom.
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Word count: 429.
Rating: NC17.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, no money have I, don't sure please!
Blaise likes sex, has never made any secret of that fact. In fact, he used to sleep with anyone who showed an interest - male, female - he wasn't particularly fussy. From long, drug-fuelled nights of orgiastic pleasure, he'd stagger into his dorm and sleep the day away, awaken and sunset and get ready to sneak out of school and do it all over again.
Then he met Tom and everything changed. The slut became committed, a one-man-guy. He doesn't miss his former life of depravity, in fact he rarely thinks about it. Blaise's thoughts now are of Tom, of long nights in front of the fire, holding his lover as they read or as they talk about unimportant things, just enjoying each other's company.
And when it's night, and the lights are out, then he enjoys Tom's company in other ways, pinning his lover down and fucking him, eliciting cries and moans, shudders of pleasure and breathy words of desire and love. He kisses Tom with all his love and passion, holds Tom close as they drift off to sleep. At various random times during daylight hours, passion overtakes them again and again and they come together, fucking, stroking, kissing, loving.
Blaise came out to his father and at first, Zabini Senior was dismayed. He had hoped his son would marry and father an heir; had hoped for what he considered a normal life for his only child. But Blaise was adamant - he was, he said, made for Tom, and nothing and no one was more important to him. It took the father long months to come to terms with the choices of the son, but it was obvious to him and to everyone else that Blaise really did love Tom, loved him with everything in him, and wanted nothing else in his life.
Blaise is happy now, happier than he's ever been. He teases his lover that he's been utterly domesticated; that he's a house-hubby, but the truth of the matter is that Blaise relishes this life, this comfort. He is Tom's and Tom is his, and for Blaise, it's more than he could ever have hoped for in his life. As he watches Tom sleep, Blaise knows there's no place else he'd rather be and no one else he'd rather be with.
This life is good, better than, and Blaise has never been more happy.
Prompt: Queer.
Character: Blaise Zabini.
Warnings: M/M smexin'.
Pairings: Blaise/Tom.
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Word count: 429.
Rating: NC17.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, no money have I, don't sure please!
Blaise likes sex, has never made any secret of that fact. In fact, he used to sleep with anyone who showed an interest - male, female - he wasn't particularly fussy. From long, drug-fuelled nights of orgiastic pleasure, he'd stagger into his dorm and sleep the day away, awaken and sunset and get ready to sneak out of school and do it all over again.
Then he met Tom and everything changed. The slut became committed, a one-man-guy. He doesn't miss his former life of depravity, in fact he rarely thinks about it. Blaise's thoughts now are of Tom, of long nights in front of the fire, holding his lover as they read or as they talk about unimportant things, just enjoying each other's company.
And when it's night, and the lights are out, then he enjoys Tom's company in other ways, pinning his lover down and fucking him, eliciting cries and moans, shudders of pleasure and breathy words of desire and love. He kisses Tom with all his love and passion, holds Tom close as they drift off to sleep. At various random times during daylight hours, passion overtakes them again and again and they come together, fucking, stroking, kissing, loving.
Blaise came out to his father and at first, Zabini Senior was dismayed. He had hoped his son would marry and father an heir; had hoped for what he considered a normal life for his only child. But Blaise was adamant - he was, he said, made for Tom, and nothing and no one was more important to him. It took the father long months to come to terms with the choices of the son, but it was obvious to him and to everyone else that Blaise really did love Tom, loved him with everything in him, and wanted nothing else in his life.
Blaise is happy now, happier than he's ever been. He teases his lover that he's been utterly domesticated; that he's a house-hubby, but the truth of the matter is that Blaise relishes this life, this comfort. He is Tom's and Tom is his, and for Blaise, it's more than he could ever have hoped for in his life. As he watches Tom sleep, Blaise knows there's no place else he'd rather be and no one else he'd rather be with.
This life is good, better than, and Blaise has never been more happy.