FICLET: Discovery (Eddie/Blaise, R) 5/7
Title: Discovery
Author: Suzanne78
Pairings: Blaise Zabini/Eddie Carmichael
Fandom: Harry Potter
Theme: #3: The Double Night Challenge for the 7Snogs Community, prompt iii. Each prompt must take place at night.
Rating : This chapter is (very hard R). M for fanfiction.net.
Warnings: Slash, boys kissing each other's naughty places, bad language, this chapter has very enthusiastic descriptions.
Disclaimer: These versions of Blaise and Eddie come from my large stories, Daphne Greengrass and the 6th Year From Hell and Daphne Greengrass and the 7th Year From Hell. You do not need to read the "Daphne" series to follow this set. Everything is the property of JKR.
Accio Prompt Table
v. belt
Eddie swore under his breath. His Charms and Transfiguration assignments were due tomorrow, and the incessant nattering and drooling of a thousand wizards trying to impress the Beauxbatons witches were wearing on his last nerve.
This is the bloody library! Isn’t any place sacred anymore?
Exasperated, he rubbed his eyes, thinking that there had to be something - a brain elixir-that could help him overcome this horrible distraction.
Particularly since his mate, Roger Davies had joined the noisy throng and wasn’t currently sitting in front of him, staring at him with that handsome smile, distracting him with his rolled-up sleeves showing the barest hint of perfect, Quidditch-sculpted arms, a shirt that the top button refused to stay buttoned, splitting far too much and showing just enough-
“Bollocks.”
“‘Ello, Eddie. ‘Ow are you doing?”
He smiled at her. Maybe he could conjure some enthusiasm or male-driven idiocy to make like she had any effect on him. “Fleur. You look gorgeous as usual.”
Merlin, he hoped that would be enough.
“Oh! Roger eez right! You are so very sweet!”
Eddie swallowed that bitter pill; ever since the Yule Ball, Roger had been reduced to a quivering mound of goo over Fleur. And had subsequently spent less and less time with him.
He had found a little solace by finding some secluded moments for frottage and mutual wanking with a very handsome sixth-year Gryffindor, teaching him some of the more impressive highlights of same-sex relationships.
“May I join you?”
“Please!” He held out his hand to the chair across from him. However, Fleur chose to sit right next to him. She turned around and waved her fingers at the throng of blokes directly behind them. Eddie looked at the wizards; his heart sunk as he spied several of the handsomest boys in the school watching her like she was the only woman on earth.
Including Roger.
Dammit!
“I noteeced zat you were seeting ‘ere all by yourself. And you did not join Roger over zere to talk to me.”
Eddie felt himself blush. He coughed into his fist to clear his throat and managed to regain his composure, despite his racing heart. “Oh, well, unfortunately Charms and Transfiguration won’t do themselves.” He gave her a charming lopsided smirk. “And if I want even a shot at being a Healer, I’ve got to make at least an E on both O.W.L.s.”
“Hm. Healing Arts are very noble, Eddie.” Fleur licked her lips and leaned forwards to his ear. “But I am curious about somezeeng.”
“Yes?”
“I am releaseeng my Veela charms een full force. And eet seems to ‘ave no effect on you.”
She pulled back and looked at him with a very odd smile. Eddie’s throat dried out and he watched two more wizards walking behind Fleur, ogling her and bumping into bookshelves.
“Oh, believe me, Fleur. I feel it. I definitely feel it.” He shrugged. “But Roger’s my mate, and you’re his bird. I’ve got more class than that.”
Once again, he flashed her that smile of his, one that usually left girls cooing for more.
Instead, Fleur put a hand on his arm. “Eet ees all right. We Veela are very attuned to ‘ormones. Also, zee magic of desire, of feeleengs and for lack of a bettair word - love.” Her smile grew wider. “I know.”
With a chuckle that he desperately hoped didn’t sound nervous, Eddie continued to pour his charm on her. “I’ve got absolutely no idea what you mean? Know what?”
“I know zat you like Roger. And uzzair weezards.”
The quill Eddie had been holding fell out of his hand and floated to the table. He knew the façade had been broken; he wanted desperately to recover, but it was too late, knowing what his face looked like. His breath constricted in his throat and his entire core felt rigid, as if a band had tightened around it.
Eddie couldn’t look at Fleur; instead he remained focused on his parchment.
“Um . . . y’know, my family is rich. If you want, I can give you money o-or anything. Just so long as you keep this to yourself.”
“Eddie!”
He snapped his head around. Fleur regarded him with fierce eyes.
“I do not want your money! I ‘ave more zan enough! I want to ‘elp you.”
“‘Elp me?’” His voice was meek and he didn’t mean to sound like he was mocking her, but Eddie wasn’t exactly thinking straight.
Well, he never did.
“I want you to find love, Eddie. Veela are very good matchmakers too! And I feel zo bad about Roger and seeing ‘eem and you like ‘eem so much-”
“Shh! Fleur, can you keep it down?!”
She laughed and looked around the library, gasping when she found her first mark. “Over zair! At zat table.”
Eddie followed her eyes. “Who? Finch-Fletchley? He’s just a kid.”
“‘E’s one year youngair zan you!”
“He’s a Hufflepuff!” he whinged.
“‘E’s adorable.”
“Fleur, he’s totally innocent! And is he even . . . y’know. Into that?”
She said nothing, only smiled and held up a finger. “Watch zees.”
Eddie’s heart pounded, his chest remained knotted as he watched Fleur glide past the multitude of wizards clamouring for her attention.
She sidled up to Justin Finch-Fletchley, catching his attention much the same way she had caught his. She fell into an easy conversation with the bloke, whispering and pointing over at Eddie’s direction.
He slumped in his seat, hiding his face behind his hands.
“This is a bad idea . . .”
A few weeks later, when Eddie found himself in a locked bays’ bathroom on a Saturday night with his cock sheathed inside Justin’s mouth, and Finch-Fletchley earnestly giving him a whole new meaning to the word “Hufflepuff” did he start to think that Fleur’s idea had actually been quite good.
**
Nighttime. Again.
Same bathroom. Different bloke.
Eddie slammed Blaise against the wooden bathroom stall. At some point, he thought, someone would get wise to the fact that he wasn’t exactly on his prefect patrols the entire time.
But, gods! He hoped that would come later rather than sooner.
Speaking of coming.
“Tell me, Blaise-” Eddie managed to say in between panting and suckling on the skin of his neck.
“Stop talking!” His voice was strangled, but that could’ve been because he was currently struggling with Eddie’s belt, trying to get to his groin to stroke him like he usually did.
Instead, Eddie growled and shoved Blaise’s hands away, pinning them against the stall’s wall. Breathing heavily, Eddie kissed him, rough and passionate, as if he was devouring the finest meal. Tearing his lips away, he whispered into the Slytherin’s ear, kissing the fleshy lobe as he spoke.
“Ever had a bloke suck your cock?”
Well, that did it. Blaise’s hips thrust forward.
“Would you like to have a bloke suck you off, Blaise?”
“Mmm!”
“Use your words, Zabini.”
Blaise took in a huge breath through his nose, shaking, trembling, as if he was about to explode.
“YesforfuckingSalazarsfuckingsakesuckmeoff!!”
“Keep your hands against the wall.” He gave his hands one final push, his eyes staring at him as if to say, “I am deadly serious and if you even so much as touch me while I go down on you, I’ll stop!”
“On one condition, Blaise.”
“Hmm?” He was about to lose it again. Virginal Slytherins were so easy.
“I’m next after you come.”
Zabini smirked. It would’ve been arrogant had he not been quivering. “And if I don’t?”
“Then you lose any future chances for the best head of your life!”
The wizard gasped . . . and he nodded almost immediately.
Eddie reached down with his hand to the buckle of Blaise’s trousers, using his hands to release the metal from the leather. For effect, he tore it from the cloth loops and doffed it onto the floor.
He kept his lips firm on Blaise’s as he undid the fastenings that prevented full access to his lower body. The trousers fell with little effort, and Eddie admired the brilliant light cloth of silk boxers against dark skin. His eyes had adjusted to the blackness of the dim room, the only light coming from the long windows. Moonlight.
How romantic.
Eddie grinned as he slid his hands inside Blaise’s boxers, pushing them down the wizard’s legs. He had only seen this much of the Slytherin’s body before, but never had he actually had him in his mouth.
No time like the present.
Blaise’s breath hitched as Eddie fell to his knees, his hands giving a preview for what he was going to do. The Ravenclaw kissed around his crotch, gently letting his tongue flicker on Blaise’s skin.
He pulled his head back, his mouth now level with it. “No hands, Zabini. No matter how much you want to.”
Blaise whimpered. “Jus’ . . . do . . . it!”
Smiling, Eddie pulled his body forward and let Blaise enter his mouth, feeling him inside. Warm. Pulsing.
Oh gods!
He moved, listening to Zabini’s guttural moans. Swearing. Saying his name.
He wasn’t just “Carmichael”. He was “Eddie” now. And all it took was an amazingly steady rhythm and thick tongue to elicit the response.
His head rolled forwards and back. His tongue licked and lapped with well-practiced speed. His checks sucked in, the vacuum making an irresistible pull even as Eddie’s hand pushed down on the length.
When he fondled Blaise with his free hand, the Slytherin tried desperately to grab a hold of his head, to feel his soft curls beneath his fingers as he attacked and sucked at his crotch. Eddie batted him away.
“Bad Blaise,” he said, looking up at him while wanking him slowly and methodically. But he again returned to working Blaise with his mouth, with the skill and precision that his casual relationships, two older wizards, and a few books had taught him.
There was the sound of nails scraping wood, and Zabini’s body quivered under his mouth and hands. Eddie knew it was coming . . . at any moment.
He thought he’d try to speed it up. Once again, Eddie’s hand cupped him.
Blaise exploded in a fit of swears and echoing screams that made Eddie infinitely grateful for sound-muffling charms.
For one minute, as they adjusted and cleaned themselves off, Eddie thought Blaise might have forgotten all about their little deal. But once his boxers and trousers were back on, Blaise flung Eddie hard against the opposite wall of the stall, whipping off his belt much as Eddie had done his a few short minutes ago.
When Blaise went down on him, he at least impressed Eddie with his zeal, if not his technique. After he finished, he regarded the snake carefully. Zabini was trying to look nonchalant, but he was clearly anticipating feedback of his performance.
“Don’t worry,” Eddie said, smiling and kissing his lips. “There’ll be plenty of time to practice.”
Author: Suzanne78
Pairings: Blaise Zabini/Eddie Carmichael
Fandom: Harry Potter
Theme: #3: The Double Night Challenge for the 7Snogs Community, prompt iii. Each prompt must take place at night.
Rating : This chapter is (very hard R). M for fanfiction.net.
Warnings: Slash, boys kissing each other's naughty places, bad language, this chapter has very enthusiastic descriptions.
Disclaimer: These versions of Blaise and Eddie come from my large stories, Daphne Greengrass and the 6th Year From Hell and Daphne Greengrass and the 7th Year From Hell. You do not need to read the "Daphne" series to follow this set. Everything is the property of JKR.
Accio Prompt Table
v. belt
Eddie swore under his breath. His Charms and Transfiguration assignments were due tomorrow, and the incessant nattering and drooling of a thousand wizards trying to impress the Beauxbatons witches were wearing on his last nerve.
This is the bloody library! Isn’t any place sacred anymore?
Exasperated, he rubbed his eyes, thinking that there had to be something - a brain elixir-that could help him overcome this horrible distraction.
Particularly since his mate, Roger Davies had joined the noisy throng and wasn’t currently sitting in front of him, staring at him with that handsome smile, distracting him with his rolled-up sleeves showing the barest hint of perfect, Quidditch-sculpted arms, a shirt that the top button refused to stay buttoned, splitting far too much and showing just enough-
“Bollocks.”
“‘Ello, Eddie. ‘Ow are you doing?”
He smiled at her. Maybe he could conjure some enthusiasm or male-driven idiocy to make like she had any effect on him. “Fleur. You look gorgeous as usual.”
Merlin, he hoped that would be enough.
“Oh! Roger eez right! You are so very sweet!”
Eddie swallowed that bitter pill; ever since the Yule Ball, Roger had been reduced to a quivering mound of goo over Fleur. And had subsequently spent less and less time with him.
He had found a little solace by finding some secluded moments for frottage and mutual wanking with a very handsome sixth-year Gryffindor, teaching him some of the more impressive highlights of same-sex relationships.
“May I join you?”
“Please!” He held out his hand to the chair across from him. However, Fleur chose to sit right next to him. She turned around and waved her fingers at the throng of blokes directly behind them. Eddie looked at the wizards; his heart sunk as he spied several of the handsomest boys in the school watching her like she was the only woman on earth.
Including Roger.
Dammit!
“I noteeced zat you were seeting ‘ere all by yourself. And you did not join Roger over zere to talk to me.”
Eddie felt himself blush. He coughed into his fist to clear his throat and managed to regain his composure, despite his racing heart. “Oh, well, unfortunately Charms and Transfiguration won’t do themselves.” He gave her a charming lopsided smirk. “And if I want even a shot at being a Healer, I’ve got to make at least an E on both O.W.L.s.”
“Hm. Healing Arts are very noble, Eddie.” Fleur licked her lips and leaned forwards to his ear. “But I am curious about somezeeng.”
“Yes?”
“I am releaseeng my Veela charms een full force. And eet seems to ‘ave no effect on you.”
She pulled back and looked at him with a very odd smile. Eddie’s throat dried out and he watched two more wizards walking behind Fleur, ogling her and bumping into bookshelves.
“Oh, believe me, Fleur. I feel it. I definitely feel it.” He shrugged. “But Roger’s my mate, and you’re his bird. I’ve got more class than that.”
Once again, he flashed her that smile of his, one that usually left girls cooing for more.
Instead, Fleur put a hand on his arm. “Eet ees all right. We Veela are very attuned to ‘ormones. Also, zee magic of desire, of feeleengs and for lack of a bettair word - love.” Her smile grew wider. “I know.”
With a chuckle that he desperately hoped didn’t sound nervous, Eddie continued to pour his charm on her. “I’ve got absolutely no idea what you mean? Know what?”
“I know zat you like Roger. And uzzair weezards.”
The quill Eddie had been holding fell out of his hand and floated to the table. He knew the façade had been broken; he wanted desperately to recover, but it was too late, knowing what his face looked like. His breath constricted in his throat and his entire core felt rigid, as if a band had tightened around it.
Eddie couldn’t look at Fleur; instead he remained focused on his parchment.
“Um . . . y’know, my family is rich. If you want, I can give you money o-or anything. Just so long as you keep this to yourself.”
“Eddie!”
He snapped his head around. Fleur regarded him with fierce eyes.
“I do not want your money! I ‘ave more zan enough! I want to ‘elp you.”
“‘Elp me?’” His voice was meek and he didn’t mean to sound like he was mocking her, but Eddie wasn’t exactly thinking straight.
Well, he never did.
“I want you to find love, Eddie. Veela are very good matchmakers too! And I feel zo bad about Roger and seeing ‘eem and you like ‘eem so much-”
“Shh! Fleur, can you keep it down?!”
She laughed and looked around the library, gasping when she found her first mark. “Over zair! At zat table.”
Eddie followed her eyes. “Who? Finch-Fletchley? He’s just a kid.”
“‘E’s one year youngair zan you!”
“He’s a Hufflepuff!” he whinged.
“‘E’s adorable.”
“Fleur, he’s totally innocent! And is he even . . . y’know. Into that?”
She said nothing, only smiled and held up a finger. “Watch zees.”
Eddie’s heart pounded, his chest remained knotted as he watched Fleur glide past the multitude of wizards clamouring for her attention.
She sidled up to Justin Finch-Fletchley, catching his attention much the same way she had caught his. She fell into an easy conversation with the bloke, whispering and pointing over at Eddie’s direction.
He slumped in his seat, hiding his face behind his hands.
“This is a bad idea . . .”
A few weeks later, when Eddie found himself in a locked bays’ bathroom on a Saturday night with his cock sheathed inside Justin’s mouth, and Finch-Fletchley earnestly giving him a whole new meaning to the word “Hufflepuff” did he start to think that Fleur’s idea had actually been quite good.
**
Nighttime. Again.
Same bathroom. Different bloke.
Eddie slammed Blaise against the wooden bathroom stall. At some point, he thought, someone would get wise to the fact that he wasn’t exactly on his prefect patrols the entire time.
But, gods! He hoped that would come later rather than sooner.
Speaking of coming.
“Tell me, Blaise-” Eddie managed to say in between panting and suckling on the skin of his neck.
“Stop talking!” His voice was strangled, but that could’ve been because he was currently struggling with Eddie’s belt, trying to get to his groin to stroke him like he usually did.
Instead, Eddie growled and shoved Blaise’s hands away, pinning them against the stall’s wall. Breathing heavily, Eddie kissed him, rough and passionate, as if he was devouring the finest meal. Tearing his lips away, he whispered into the Slytherin’s ear, kissing the fleshy lobe as he spoke.
“Ever had a bloke suck your cock?”
Well, that did it. Blaise’s hips thrust forward.
“Would you like to have a bloke suck you off, Blaise?”
“Mmm!”
“Use your words, Zabini.”
Blaise took in a huge breath through his nose, shaking, trembling, as if he was about to explode.
“YesforfuckingSalazarsfuckingsakesuckmeoff!!”
“Keep your hands against the wall.” He gave his hands one final push, his eyes staring at him as if to say, “I am deadly serious and if you even so much as touch me while I go down on you, I’ll stop!”
“On one condition, Blaise.”
“Hmm?” He was about to lose it again. Virginal Slytherins were so easy.
“I’m next after you come.”
Zabini smirked. It would’ve been arrogant had he not been quivering. “And if I don’t?”
“Then you lose any future chances for the best head of your life!”
The wizard gasped . . . and he nodded almost immediately.
Eddie reached down with his hand to the buckle of Blaise’s trousers, using his hands to release the metal from the leather. For effect, he tore it from the cloth loops and doffed it onto the floor.
He kept his lips firm on Blaise’s as he undid the fastenings that prevented full access to his lower body. The trousers fell with little effort, and Eddie admired the brilliant light cloth of silk boxers against dark skin. His eyes had adjusted to the blackness of the dim room, the only light coming from the long windows. Moonlight.
How romantic.
Eddie grinned as he slid his hands inside Blaise’s boxers, pushing them down the wizard’s legs. He had only seen this much of the Slytherin’s body before, but never had he actually had him in his mouth.
No time like the present.
Blaise’s breath hitched as Eddie fell to his knees, his hands giving a preview for what he was going to do. The Ravenclaw kissed around his crotch, gently letting his tongue flicker on Blaise’s skin.
He pulled his head back, his mouth now level with it. “No hands, Zabini. No matter how much you want to.”
Blaise whimpered. “Jus’ . . . do . . . it!”
Smiling, Eddie pulled his body forward and let Blaise enter his mouth, feeling him inside. Warm. Pulsing.
Oh gods!
He moved, listening to Zabini’s guttural moans. Swearing. Saying his name.
He wasn’t just “Carmichael”. He was “Eddie” now. And all it took was an amazingly steady rhythm and thick tongue to elicit the response.
His head rolled forwards and back. His tongue licked and lapped with well-practiced speed. His checks sucked in, the vacuum making an irresistible pull even as Eddie’s hand pushed down on the length.
When he fondled Blaise with his free hand, the Slytherin tried desperately to grab a hold of his head, to feel his soft curls beneath his fingers as he attacked and sucked at his crotch. Eddie batted him away.
“Bad Blaise,” he said, looking up at him while wanking him slowly and methodically. But he again returned to working Blaise with his mouth, with the skill and precision that his casual relationships, two older wizards, and a few books had taught him.
There was the sound of nails scraping wood, and Zabini’s body quivered under his mouth and hands. Eddie knew it was coming . . . at any moment.
He thought he’d try to speed it up. Once again, Eddie’s hand cupped him.
Blaise exploded in a fit of swears and echoing screams that made Eddie infinitely grateful for sound-muffling charms.
For one minute, as they adjusted and cleaned themselves off, Eddie thought Blaise might have forgotten all about their little deal. But once his boxers and trousers were back on, Blaise flung Eddie hard against the opposite wall of the stall, whipping off his belt much as Eddie had done his a few short minutes ago.
When Blaise went down on him, he at least impressed Eddie with his zeal, if not his technique. After he finished, he regarded the snake carefully. Zabini was trying to look nonchalant, but he was clearly anticipating feedback of his performance.
“Don’t worry,” Eddie said, smiling and kissing his lips. “There’ll be plenty of time to practice.”