Another Universe | A Drarry Fanfic

Relief From Some Stress

*3rd person pov*
(The day after Cyrus's panic attack)

Cyrus was walking down to his office to try and write out some plans for going back to Hogwarts. As he walked into his office he saw his mask on his desk, the same mask he got put in Azkaban with, the same mask that Draco had removed to kiss him, the same mask that reminded Cyrus of so much shit in his life. He walked out of his office and back in  again hoping it was just his imagination seeing the mask on his desk. He hadn't seen it since Azkaban, he guessed that they dropped it off earlier today cause they didn't need it. Cyrus started freaking out, not knowing what to do with it he walked over to his desk, picked up the mask and threw it against the wall in hopes that it would break; sure enough it did. Cyrus's internal panic got worse by throwing the mask and breaking it.

"Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! What did I do! How could I... why would... WHAT?!?!?" Cyrus was muttering to himself knowing if Tom found out his life would be over. Even though Cyrus was Tom's son, Tom never failed to punish Cyrus for what he thought was wrong.
"Maybe I should just have Father punish me himself. It would cause me less damage right?"
"No cause look at what happened last time he punished you!" Cyrus had said out loud to him self thinking he was crazy for even suggesting Tom punish him.

Cyrus looked down at his chest, Tom had taken a knife and cut Cyrus. Across his chest, arms, and stomach "to make him pay for disobeying his orders" the scars still hadn't fully healed and it had been over 2 years since he did that. So Cyrus was terrified if he went to Tom for punishment, but he remembered that he had a knife in his desk drawer, almost the same on Tom used 2 years ago, he held the knife shakily over his leg. He was about to stab the knife into his leg but something stopped Cyrus. More like a someone, Draco walked in ready to full fill the promise he made Cyrus yesterday when he saw Cyrus.

"WOAH! What the hell are you doign?!?!?"
"P-punishing my-myself. I-I b-b-broke my mask."
"Oh, OH SHIT!" Draco was shook with horror as he looked around the office and saw tiny pieces of plaster all over the ground and embedded into the wall. Draco knew that Cyrus's mask was 'his whole identity' but more of the way he kept his identity a secret because he was stolen from James and Lily Potter but then adopted by Tom Riddle.

"If you don't mind me asking, what caused you to break it?" Draco asked in a clam sincere voice not wanting to upset Cyrus more than he was already.
"I-it... I... a-actually, I-I d-don't know..." Cyrus whispered so quietly where Draco almost couldn't hear, but he had caught what Cyrus said. After hearing what Cyrus said, Draco started panicking and bad. He started running around the room and collecting all the small plaster pieces that were shattered when Cyrus threw the mask against the wall. Draco started to wonder if he should wait until the next day to calm Cyrus down or if he should take control of Cyrus and surprise him. Draco's internal debate didn't last long before he was setting the plaster pieces down in the trash can and walking around Cyrus desk, getting ready to pin Cyrus to his chair.

Once Draco walked around to Cyrus he turned his chair around and slammed his hands down on Cyrus's desk trapping Cyrus in his chair. Cyrus just looked up at Draco, closed his eyes, getting ready to flinch. Draco raised his hand, Cyrus opened his eyes for just a second but when he did he saw Draco's hand raised like his was about to slap Cyrus. Closing his eyes again Cyrus turned his head away waiting for the sharp sting of pain after getting smack across the face, but nothing happened. Instead Draco placed his hand around Cyrus's throat, choking him with enough pressure to control his breathing but not restrict it.

"Open your eyes and look at me doll." Draco said in a deep seductive tone that sent chills down Cyrus's spine. Opening his eyes once more he suddenly realized how close Draco was to his face and Cyrus started breathing heavier than usual with the tension between the two.
"You know you did nothing wrong with breaking the mask right?"
"I-I uhhm- b-but-"
"No 'but's' I want a yes or no answer darling, do you or do you not realize you did nothing wrong when you broke the mask? Therefore you don't need to punish yourself?"
"Y-yes sir, I u-understand that I d-don't need p-punishment."
"Good!"

Draco was speechless with what he just heard. Cyrus, the Dark Lords fucking son, called him sir, Draco didn't know what to do. So in turn Draco grabbed Cyrus's shirt collar and pulled him in for a rough kiss. That got things heated between the two of them quite quickly. Cyrus tried to take Draco and turn him around, but his plan failed quickly when Draco grabbed Cyrus by the wrists and started to unbutton his shirt, still kissing him.

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Once all the way undressed Cyrus was bent over the desk waiting for Draco to do something, anything he just needed to feel Draco against him. Cyrus still didn't think it was fair that he was the only one undressed and Draco just got to tease him. Before Draco actually did anything though he started rummaging around in Cyrus's drawers for a rope or something to tie Cyrus up with, when he found nothing he turned Cyrus back around and sat him up right. Taking the knife Cyrus almost stabbed himself with earlier Draco held it to Cyrus's throat. Almost instantly Cyrus got brick hard.
"Please Draco..."
"Please what?" Draco said in a sharp tone
"Please just do something, anything."
"Anything you say, I mean you do sound desperate."
With that information Draco started to rub Cyrus's shaft up and down, lightly teasing Cyrus.
"Draco give me something more... please"
"Oh but you said 'anything' so take what you've been given you useless whore."
In response Cyrus moaned loud
And in response to Cyrus, Draco started to pump his hand up and down giving Cyrus pleasure, not quite as much as he wanted but it was still something.

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After a while of Draco slowly pumping his hand up and down Cyrus's shaft, and him moaning while Draco did so, Cyrus was close to cumming.

"Draco, I, ugh fuck. I'm fucking close"
"Oh trust me darling I know, but you're just gonna have to wait for me."
"Draco please"
"Please what?"
"Please let me cum."
"Do you deserve it?"
"Yes, fuck, yes"
"Fine but only cause I understand how stressful dealing with your father has been."

After a minute longer Cyrus was cumming all over himself and Draco's hand. Panting and out of breath Cyrus sits back in his chair running his hands through his hair. Draco casted a cleaning spell on the two of them and set Cyrus's knife down on his desk. Grabbing Cyrus's pants and trousers he slides them back on. Seeing at how exhausted Cyrus was, Draco didn't say much more and left the room to let Cyrus breathe and come down from his high. Walking back to his room Draco was becoming ready for relief of his own.