Chapter 13 Falling

"Ah, Draco." The professor's sensuous voice pulled Draco from his reverie. "I am so glad I caught up with you. Are you free?" Draco had hoped to slip back into his dorm undetected after his recent activities, but naturally, as if sensing Draco's weakness, Albatross was right there again. He stared at him dumbstruck. "What, you thought I didn't catch a hefty waft of Firewhiskey on your breath last time we talked? You know, in an official capacity, I shouldn't overlook this." He chided sternly as they moved towards his office. "But considering your special circumstances, perhaps it would be best not to inform the Headmistress of your transgression. But that doesn't mean you'll go unpunished. I'll take 15 points from Slytherin for conduct, and you'll serve detention with me tomorrow at 8 P.M. Perhaps then we'll get the chance to talk more about how things have been progressing with your this quarter." The professors clipped turning into his office, leaving Draco to return to his room, anxious and embarrassed about his detention tomorrow.

Xx

Draco arrived for his detention at 7:55, not wanting to further incur the professors displeasure. He took in the sight of the professor's office for the first time; the previous times he'd been there he was quite preoccupied. He supposed that was why he had detention now. Still, he wondered how he could have missed the huge ebony bookcases filled with endless mysteries, the breathtaking, magnificent art that hung effortlessly along the walls, the moving antique pieces, had he truly been in this room and not appreciated such majesty?

Lost in his daze he failed to notice Professor Albatross had left his desk and now stood very near to where Draco stood stock-still, fascinated by the marvels before him. It was the professor's warm chuckle that caused Draco's head to finally snap toward the figure. He quietly kicked himself, wondering how long he'd been standing there, gaping at the man's office.

"Oh, I uh, so," Draco grasped for the words that presently escaped him in a distinctly un-Malfoy way. "What will I be doing for my, uh, detention."

"Relax, please." Draco finally focused on the man who was speaking to him. He looked as provocative as always; today he was dressed in form-fitting black pants and a skin-tight crimson sweater under his black robes. His long, dark tresses fell effortlessly on his robes, silky strands getting lost in the soft midnight of the cloak. Milky-porcelain skin that rivaled his own once lustrous skin spanned the gorgeous man's perfectly symmetrical body. Burning golden embers bordered by long, soft, black lashes bored into him, making him feel weak suddenly. Draco felt himself sink into the plush fabric of the loveseat his body had come to recognize, even if his mind wouldn't. He barely registered the quickening in his pulse as his very attractive professor sat down beside him. "Tell me what is troubling you."

Draco was taken off guard temporarily by the professor's astute, cutting question. "N-nothing. This are going as well as can be expected really. I was just a- it was- well I guess I was just being a stupid teenager right?" Draco shifted and twitched trying to come up with some reasonable explanations for his behavior. "I mean I was just letting off steam."

"Please," the professors began in a soothing tone, "don't worry, as I said, I mostly just wanted to talk." He smiled genially at Draco. "I wasn't trying to get you in trouble. I just want you to do better for yourself." The warmth that seemed to radiate from the man was making it difficult for Draco not to be taken in by the man's deep, pacifying voice. Something about it still put him off slightly, a small nagging irritation like a bruise in the wrong place, but with every sweet word he fell further beyond caring. It was so draining to care when he had nothing left to lose.

"It's just been so hard," He found himself admitting despite himself. He didn't know where the sentiment had come from but he felt the sizzle in the air that was stirring. "I've been all alone." He said quietly, brokenly.

"So you spilled your blood again." The professor stated, his cold, direct gaze ripping through all of Draco's defenses. Draco was at a complete loss for words. How did he know about his habit! This can't be real. Can't be happening.

"Tsk tsk, have you already forgotten?" The teasing smile on the professor's face as he purred those words sent chills down Draco's spine. Waves of something pushed at the edges of his consciousness. Something like a thought, no, a glimpse of a memory, incomplete and brief.

The man moved like a snake grasping the boy's wrist in one quick, fluid motion. "You are not alone." Albatross pulled back Draco's sleeve pulling him closer at the same time. Draco's mind was screaming at him. Telling him something was wrong, that he should go. That he's been discovered and needs to to damage control, anything really. Yet the intoxicating new feeling that filled the air drew him back in from every doubt, its tendrils seizing his fears and replacing them with a different feeling. Desire.

Draco was looking directly into those smoldering honey-gold eyes, his own silver-gray orbs dancing with anticipation. "You are mine." Albatross's voice cut into Draco's resolve, shredding what was left of his self-control.

The man pulled Draco's slender body flush against him, moving his lips to meet the soft pink of the boy's. Draco instantly recognized the cold, possessive feeling of those lips, the full memory of that drunken night finally breaking through. There was something else too, he'd dreamed of these lips, mixed in with his passionate dreams of his once-nemesis. A deep moan escaped Draco's lips as he succumbed to the overwhelming surge of lust that was taking him over. He returned the professor's kiss with greed and hunger, pushing his body hard against the elder's. He could feel that professor's hands moving on his lean, nubile body. Albatross started to move his mouth down along Draco's neck, gently nibbling the skin as he did. Draco was moaning and whimpering softly and the professor's hands had found his way again to the hard mound of the boy's erection. He felt the strong hands slip now under the soft silk of his boxers, cool hands touching his soft, tender flesh. Draco shuddered, unable to do anything, his body weak and flooded with pleasure. He let out a soft cry as the professor withdrew his hand to lift the wanton boy. He carried him off the couch and into a room behind the office. Draco looked around. It was decorated much in the same style as the office, but it was clear from the large, plush, king-size bed they were now sitting on that this was the professor's personal quarters.

"There now, this is better don't you think?" The professor's question caught him off guard. His heart was beating so hard all he could manage to whisper was "Professor," but it didn't matter, because the professor's hands were on him again, this time carefully unbuttoning and removing his clothes. His hands flew up, meekly covering his now bare chest, but the professor did not slow his assault, only smiled patiently, as his stripped Draco bare.

"I told you, you. are. mine." He said as he quickly removed his own clothing. He grabbed each of Draco's wrist, uncrossing them from his chest and pinning him to the bed. The older man leaned forward and whispered into the younger man's ear, "You're blood is mine." Draco was surprised by two sensations at once; first was a a sudden, sharp stinging pain at his neck that he somewhat remembered from last time, the second was that feeling of the professor's hand gently stroking him between his thighs. Draco felt the edges of dizziness again but the stinging let up before he got lightheaded. He looked the beautiful man in his brilliant, glowing eyes and he watched him move his body.

"Wha- what are you?" Draco stuttered at the surreal, ethereal being who was now licking and kissing his inner thighs, circling closer and closer to that delicate thing. The man stopped for a moment to smile up at him. "I think you know," then continued moving his mouth against the sensitive skin. Draco felt a stinging again, this time on his thigh, before being overcome by the feeling of the man's mouth on his member. He quivered as he felt the pressure of the man's fingers, preparing him for something new.

Feeling the boy tense, the professor looked at him with a sly smile and simply said "Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

And so that evening, with his Potions professor, Draco first had sex with a man.