As Blaise pulled off his robe, he noticed that there was a light bruise on his arm. Draco watched him with disgust.

"Don't think I don't know where you've been, Zabini. You aren't the first person to be called into my father's study after everyone else has gone to bed."

Lucius is sitting at his desk; a pale gray ribbon is holding back his hair. "You're free to reject my offer."

Lucius is wearing a black dressing gown, and Blaise looks at the small expanse of bare chest visible just past his neck.

"You're never going to be anything more than his whore."

"It would be wrong to waste this beautiful body," Lucius breathes into Blaise's ear, ripping open his shirt and biting at his chest. Blaise is gasping for breath, half afraid that he will be heard throughout the house. They are on the floor. The thick carpet feels wonderful against his bare skin.

"When I was young he'd have a new man staying at the manor every month or so. No one would ever tell me why they were there, or why they'd left. I figured it out soon enough."

Blaise is completely at Lucius's mercy; his legs are around Lucius's neck and a short scream escapes from his throat every time Lucius thrusts again.

"Scream all you want, Blaise."

He wails and climaxes, writhing under Lucius's firm stomach.

Naked, Blaise reached inside his trunk for his pajamas.

"Look at me, you little slut."

"Funny," said Blaise, not looking up, "that's what your father said the second time he fucked me, on his desk."