"Just what would you do for me, Blaise?"
He bit his lip as he steadily continued.
"Just. What would you do...? Who... Would you do?"
He looked to meet his onyx eyes once more, his own pale blue, near grey ones lighting up on the words, a shallow spark hidden under the dulled pain.

Blaise answered slowly, carefully, planning the words.
He'd been there forever, been Draco's right hand man since the beginning. He wouldn't leave him now.
He'd do anything.

"I'd do anything," He spoke the thought aloud.

Blinking slowly, he flushed red under the tan of skin.
"What do you mean who?"

Draco raised his hand a small fraction to touch his lips with his fingertips to quieten him as he spoke.
"I mean..."
He let the words trail, before completing his sentence.
"I mean, who you would do. Who would you...?"

He let that trail too, leaving Blaise's imagination to tinker away silently for a few seconds, allowing him to compose all the thoughts he could, before delivering the blow of what he meant.
"If it meant, keeping me alive, would you sleep with anyone I asked?"

The older boy's fingers made the Italian's full lips tingle slightly.
He swallowed hard, eyes meeting Draco's as he thought over the question.

Was he asking?

No. If that had been the case, Draco would have been completely out with it. It was in his demeanour. He didn't cut things short and not ask.
Nodding slowly, he tried to work out what he was getting at.

"Even a man?"
He looked to him, smiling softly, almost feline like as he asked that small question.
"Even if... That man was me, shall we say?"

Blaise arched a brow.
Draco knew his orientation, that he liked it both ways. His eyes widened in shock, and a slow gradual strength of lust.

"What was that?"

Draco swallowed hard, shaking his head quickly.
"Nothing."

He looked away, averting his eyes as he chewed on his lip, a habit he should stop soon, the skin already raw enough as it was.
"It... Was a figure of speech, don't worry about it, I was merely curious to see what you'd say-"

Blaise placed a hand on the pale boy's cheek slowly, and when he caught his eye, both looking to each other, he inclined his head without thinking, soft lips coming to brush the others colder ones, kissing him lightly, delicately, timidly as though he was glass and would so easily break under touch.
Draco's own mouth opened in reaction, gasping softly as he felt the lips, moaning lightly into it, his free hand coming to press down into the mattress below, holding himself up and gradually gaining support so not to topple.

Humming softly in bliss, Blaise felt the other return the kiss, his thumb now coming up to stroke over Draco's cheek.

"Blaise..."
Draco pulled back. They were too close. Too long known each other for this to continue just for Draco to relieve some ministrations on the other. He couldn't, wouldn't and probably shouldn't be doing this.
"I don't want you to do this if you believe it is only to show me loyalty. Loyalty that I already know you show me..."

"I want this,"
Blaise murmured huskily, "I may be a little... Well known, to put it bluntly, but Draco... I'd never do anything me or my partner didn't want."

Draco paused.
"Your partner?"
He raised a thin eyebrow to look at him, eyes smouldering and burning into the others.
"If you want this,"

He trailed off once more, letting the curt and impish smile finish off the sentence, showing the other what he truly meant, and what this whole thing would mean to him. To have someone close to him. Pressed with him. Touching. Tasting. Delving into him, taking him...

"Then I'll give you anything, you're the closest here to me Blaise, the only one to understand me,"

Blaise's throat bobbed slightly in his throat as he swallowed, having to deter his eyes from the intensity that Draco's gaze left him feeling.
"But what do you want?"
His question was simple. He wasn't going to force himself on the other, knowing in himself just how weak the other was at the time being. And just how much he'd regret letting Blaise do something without really wanting it.

If that was in fact the case. If not. Then Blaise wasn't going to try and tell the other to leave him be. He'd encourage him

"What do I want?"

He stroked a fine finger up to his jaw, and then looped it on its way back up into one of Blaise's curls.
The eyes shut, fluttering down to close softly, shivering lightly at Draco's hand in his hair, and then opening slowly again, now looking to hear the words and to watch his mouth form each one.

"I want..."
"I want you."

Blaise swallowed.
Was he serious? That sounded... The way Draco spoke, it sounded so... Intense. So sincere, and god damn it. Why did words get to him so much?

Draco leant in slowly to kiss him softly, lips lingering for a few minor seconds, before he pulled away to speak again.
"I want you, only me. Nobody else,"
He looked up, knowing there was a slight possessive need and jealousy behind his words,

"I want you, and I don't want anyone else to have you."