Been a while, yeah? 3 Honestly not sure what to say.

The Worst Hours?

It was the time of day Draco both feared and yearned for the most. When all the worries of the day slipped away to wait for morning, when the sounds that usually echoed though their dungeon dorms were silenced, when all the company he had left was himself.

Draco was a social creature by nature, all Malfoys were, it was practically a requirement. For without his contacts, a Malfoy would not be kept abreast of any favourable situations that might arise. Or worse still, those that were decidedly not.

So it was that from the time a blooded Malfoy could crawl and sit up properly he began building his base of loyalty. Growing up around those you were intended to lead ensured a maximum of efficiency when the time came to actually lead them.

It was thoughts like these that filled his mind during his normal waking hours, almost a blanket of security as he began to take his rightful place at their head.

But in the hours not meant for waking thoughts, this security blanket often abandoned him. Leaving Draco with thoughts whose very nature chilled him to the bone even as they rushed fire through his veins.

Thoughts of dark hair and skin kissed by the sun. Thoughts of power sprawled eagerly in his bed waiting to fulfill his every whim and desire.

When his hand slipped beneath the blankets to wrap around his hardening erection Draco flinched. This was not what he wanted to be doing, it was beneath him.

Thoughts of tanned muscles flexing as they moved over him, under him, with him. Untold passions gasped in the safety of night's cover.

His breath quickened even as shamed tears pricked his eyes. He was close, so close to putting aside thoughts that would never plague him in the harsh light of day. Desperate noises escaped him, quiet pleas for more of something he would never have. Something that couldn't possibly ever be his.

Thoughts of impatient hands sliding over him, claiming him. Thin lips begging to be claimed back, to be owned by him, even if only for a little while.

Draco's eyes clenched tightly, twin trails of moisture disappearing into his hair, fist moving faster beneath the dark green of his comforter. His nostrils quivered, trying to suck in enough oxygen to sustain him as perfect teeth dug into his lower lip.

Thoughts of legs wrapped around his hips; arms folded around his neck, desperate to hold him inhumanly close, a desperately grateful groan muffled by the teeth biting into his shoulder, and then a flash of the most brilliant green as the other man released him enough to look into his eyes.

Grey met green and Draco's world exploded.