Ok, so those of you who are Halestorm fans may see the influence they had on this chapter. The Familiar Taste of Poison. Great song.

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It was so comfortable, standing within the man's strong arms. But Bill was no good for him. Pretty soon Draco would forget himself. Pretty soon he would get used to being comfortable. No, Bill was no good for him. He could try to leave, but the thought made his heart ache. He could fight it till the end. But did he really want to win…?

Draco went up to bed still fighting and internal war with himself. Could he just wish Bill well and leave? Or would the desire growing inside him burn him alive?

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Draco walked by Bill in the hall, his eyes fixed on the floor. He couldn't look at the man. If he did he would lose his mind. But a large hand was on his shoulder. Before he could stop himself Draco was looking up into those deep brown eyes. His heart was being torn apart. Bill spoke and his voice was pained.

"You're killing me Draco. You're killing me. When you smile, it doesn't reach your eyes. When you move it's like you're trying to move through the world without touching it. I've never heard you laugh. You blame yourself for other people's ugliness…"

He was pulling Draco against his chest. The boy couldn't help it; he breathed in deeply. He wanted to fill himself with the man's cent. He wanted to feel him underneath his skin.

"Please stop hating yourself. You deserve to be alive. You deserve to live for no one but you…"

No, he couldn't do that. He couldn't live for himself. But… He could live for Bill. For no one but Bill. The man was his escape. His horribly sweet escape. But the sweet escape was always laced with a familiar taste of poison… And Draco was drowning. He was sinking into the man, falling into darkness. But he didn't want to be saved. He didn't want to be shown the light. He wanted the man on his mind; in his dreams and behind his eyes. He didn't want to wake up. He wouldn't wake up. Not this time.

Draco looked up. Bill was watching him, his arms still encircling the small boy. And Draco lifted himself onto the tips of his toes. They were so close; he could feel Bill's breath on his cheeks. Their lips met.

He knew he had no right; people like him had no right to do something as wonderful and intimate as kiss. But he couldn't help himself. It was utter bliss; the man didn't even pull away. Draco's mind was blissfully blank. All that mattered was Bill. Bill's smell, Bill's arms, Bill's lips. It was the boy's first kiss. It was the one thing that all those men had never done. He felt almost innocent again. Such a sweet escape…

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Bill was laying in bed reading, his curtains opened wide to let in the light. Draco stepped into the airy room and Bill looked up with a start, then relaxed. The man hadn't mentioned their kiss, and Draco hadn't brought it up. But if Draco didn't do something soon the fire in his stomach would consume him.

"What's up?" Bill placed his book on the bedside table and smiled at Draco, somewhat awkwardly. So very dense. Draco walked to the bed, stopping beside the man. Bill wasn't wearing his usual robes; just a pair of torn jeans and a black tee-shirt. Draco leant down, his left hand braced on the pillow besides Bill's head. Bill opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get the words out Draco had pressed their lips together.

It was just as wonderful as the first time. Warmth flooded through the boy's body as he put his knee onto the bed. Bill was tense at first, but after a minute he relaxed. He started to kiss the boy back. Draco thought his heart would explode.

Bill's hand reached out and laced itself into Draco's silvery hair, pulling him in. His tongue caressed the boy's lips, parting them. Draco never wanted the taste of Bill to leave his mouth. Their tongues slid over each other, almost desperately. Draco thought his lips would bruise from the intensity of Bill's mouth, but he didn't care.

Bill's free hand caressed Draco's side, then his arm wrapped around the boy's slender waist and he pulled the boy down on top of him. His mouth left the boy's and he trailed kisses down his jaw, his tongue flicking across his skin. Draco moaned, his head lifting, and the man's lips were traveling down his neck. His tongue ran over the boy's pale skin, and Draco moaned again.

"Bill…" The man's hands were roaming across the boy's sides, sliding under his shirt. Bill lifted the shirt and pulled it over Draco's head, throwing it to the floor beside the bed. His tongue traveled across the boy's collar bone, and more moans met his ears. He couldn't get enough of the sound. The small boy straddling him was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, and he wanted to make him scream his name.

"Bill…" The man's mouth found the boy's nipple, his tongued slipping around it slowly. Draco gasped and the man smiled.

"Say it again…"

"B-Bill!" Draco gasped the man's name, trembling under his lips. Draco had never realized that the man knew how to torture. His large hands were moving across the boy's skin, and his tongue seemed to know all the most sensitive parts off his body.

Draco lifted the man's shirt, pulling it off and throwing it to the floor with his own. His slender fingers traveled over the man's toned chest. He had waited so long for the chance to explore the man's body, and he was drinking him in. Their lips met again before Draco pulled away. He planted kisses on the man's chest, slowly working his way down his stomach. Draco's tongue slid into the man's navel and Bill groaned.

Draco's fingers were at the button of Bill's pants, and within moments it was undone and the boy was pulling them down. It only took seconds for Bill's pants and underwear to be on the floor with their shirts, and for Draco's fingers to wrap themselves around Bill's length. The man groaned, his head falling back onto his pillow.

Draco smirked, his hand moving infuriatingly slow down the man's cock. Then Bill gave a growl and the next thing Draco knew he was being pushed onto his back, and his pants were being pulled off his body. Bill's mouth was on his, his tongue sliding through Draco's mouth. And then a large hand surrounded Draco's member and his gasp quickly turned into a moan.

It was Bill's turn to tease, and he was surprisingly good at it. His hand caressed the boy slowly, causing the boy to whimper and moan beneath him. Draco's back would arch, pressing himself into Bill's hand, but with the other hand the man would push him back down. Draco was panting. He felt like he would go crazy.

"Bill!" Draco's eyes opened wide as a finger slid into him. He moaned, his eyes closing and his head falling back onto the bed. Bill slid his finger in further, smiling as Draco moaned. Draco was only just starting to get used to the one finger when Bill pressed in a second. The boy's back arched as the fingers scissored within him. Then Bill's mouth was on his once more, and a third finger pressed in. The boy trembled with pleasure as the man moved within him. His fingers curled up, pressing against the boy's prostate and Draco cried out. And then the fingers were gone and Draco gasped in frustration. Bill was sitting back, smirking slightly.

"I'm sorry, did you want me to keep going?" Draco almost screamed. Bill wasn't as dense as Draco had thought. Draco got to his knees, his legs trembling beneath him. He straddled Bill's lap, his arms wrapping around the man's neck, and pressed their lips together. Slowly they sank backwards, until Draco was lying on Bill once more.

The man groaned as their bodies pressed against each other. Draco had never been so warm during sex. It felt like his body was on fire. He reached behind him, grabbing hold off the man's shaft. Bill groaned, clutching Draco's hips with calloused hands. Draco sat up on his knees, positioning himself over the man's length. He lowered himself slowly, guiding the man against his entrance. He whimpered as he pressed himself down, biting his lip as he mounted.

Bill growled, his hands tightening on Draco's hips, but he remained still. He let Draco get used to him, then slide down a little more. It took all of the man's self control not to slam as hard as his could into the slender boy.

Draco panted as he slowly pushed the man into him. No one had ever let Draco go at his own pace before. He could tell how hard Bill was trying not to hurt him. It was a strange feeling.

And then he gasped. He had finally succeeded; Bill was all the way in. It was the most wonderful feeling Draco had ever experienced. He didn't feel dirty, just amazingly whole. He moaned heatedly, his trembling hands resting on Bill's chest. Silvery hair fell around the man's face as Draco started moving. Bill closed his eyes, air hissing through his teeth.

His hands clenched on the boy's hips, guiding his body up and down. Draco started picking up speed, his tongue moistening his lips. The man under him started thrusting. Within seconds Draco was no longer doing any work. He just closed his eyes and cried out in pleasure as the man moved him.

The boy arched his back, moving so that Bill hit his prostate with every thrust. Draco gasped and moaned, his nails digging into the man's sweaty chest. Bill groaned, his hands shaking slightly on Draco's sides. The boy's eyes were clouded; it was the most pleasure he had ever felt.

"B-Bill!"

"Just… a little longer…" Bill's voice was a growl and he sat up mid-thrust, his tongue sliding across the boy's neck. Draco moaned, his eyes shut tightly. He couldn't hold it much longer. The thing building inside him was going to burn him alive. He cried out as every thrust brought him a little closer. He couldn't hold on any longer.

"Bill!" He cried out and threw his head back, his nails digging deeply into the man's shoulders. The overwhelming pressure broke; he released onto his and the man's stomachs with a shuttering moan. One more thrust was all Bill needed. A growl tore through his throat as he filled the small boy on top of him.

The room was silent except for heavy panting. Semen dripped onto the man's legs as they sat there, trembling slightly. Then Bill lifted Draco and the boy cried out, then they both sank back onto the pillows wearily. They lay in silence for a minute, regaining their breath. Then Bill reached out and pulled the boy towards him, holding him close. Draco blinked in wide eyed surprise. No one had ever embraced him after sex. He rested his head on the man's chest.

This was no good. Bill was no good for him. He was too wonderful. Too perfect. But Draco couldn't pull away. The boy couldn't help it; he breathed in deeply. He wanted to fill himself with the man's cent. He wanted to feel him underneath his skin… The man was his escape. His sweet escape. But the sweet escape was always laced with a familiar taste of poison…

The boy closed his eyes and slept…