Draco Malfoy, Broken

Chapter 64 - Truth, part 1

Chapter 64 – Truth, Part 1

Published: 12/17/19

***TRIGGER WARNING*** references to sexual abuse

Neville gently pushed on Blaise's chest to walk him backward until the back of his legs hit the end of the bed. Blaise didn't stop kissing him. Neville felt a rush of adrenaline mixed with some fear. He had never been touched before, but he steadied his nerves and just focused on Blaise's lips. His heart was going crazy and he was trembling, but his apprehension was quickly melting away. Blaise looked at him as though making sure that he was okay. He didn't miss that Blaise was shaking. He was nervous, too.

Neville pressed forward and Blaise sat on the bed. Now, a foot lower, Neville leaned over his boyfriend, tilting his head up to snog him until he forgot his own name. Neville pushed at his lips and his tongue entered the warmth of Blaise's mouth. Blaise didn't offer any resistance, but stoked his tongue. Neville enjoyed the rough, softness of it. His fingers lightly traced the skin on the back of Blaise's neck as they kissed, and Blaise's hands were on his thighs, pulling him closer. Minutes later, he had to stop, as he was gasping for air. He opened his eyelids and stared into Blaise's soul-searching eyes.

Ever since the day that they learned how to cast a Patronus, Blaise hadn't been able to stop staring at him and Neville watched him, too. Their Patronuses were bound on a spiritual level: the white tiger and the Siberian husky. Black and white, feral and tame, powerful and loyal. Blaise's tiger had come straight to him, as gentle as a kitten, and stared at him. Neville couldn't remember how to move. He saw the inside of Blaise's soul and it loved him, unconditionally. Neville wanted so much to connect with Blaise right then that he was finally able to cast one, too. Not only did it go to Blaise, but when his husky jumped up on his chest. Blaise nearly went rigid, holding the spot it had touched, and then stared at him like his world had just been flipped upside down.

Neville knew they were soul-bonded, then. Their Patronuses proved it and it seemed like Blaise had accepted it, too. Neville already knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with the powerful, beautiful man staring at him, but he wasn't at all surprised that Blaise had taken a little bit longer. After a whole life of pain and loneliness, he would have to be hesitant to believe that it was all gone, now. But Neville wanted him to know that he wasn't alone anymore. They were linked and it was past time that they connected physically.

Neville only had to shed that fear of uncertainty. His embarrassment of being nearly a nineteen-year-old with no sexual experience whatsoever, with someone who knew what they were doing. Neville was brave, but not confident. He didn't want to make a fool of himself or, worse, not be enough for the man he loved. He shoved it aside: the unsubstantiated fears, his modesty, and his nervousness. Blaise wanted him. He wanted Blaise. He took a deep breath and lifted his shirt over his head.

Blaise froze. His hands fell to his knees as he stared up at Neville. His lip was trembling and he looked into his eyes like he didn't know what to do. Neville wasn't expecting that. Blaise was the confident one. He knew... so much, experienced so much, but Blaise was waiting for him to make the decisions. Neville leaned down to kiss him, again, and caress his face and neck with his hands. Blaise responded and finally, his hands touched his bare sides. They moved behind his back and gently massaging his muscles. Neville was smiling through his kiss. He pulled back to stare into Blaise's dark eyes.

He was wondering if Blaise wanted him to pull off his shirt, but when Neville's eyes dropped to his shirt. Blaise pulled his arms in and lifted it over his head. Blaise was taking it slow, letting him lead. Neville almost screeched in delight as he finally got to see Blaise's rich, board chest. Neville hands reached and felt his powerful muscles. He stroked his chest and found several scars, too. Blaise shivered as Neville lightly ran his fingers across what looked burn scars and Blaise's hands dropped down to his knees, again.