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Chapter 55
Cercis turned back to the other two still sitting naked on the bed.
"No." Blaise answered.
"Come back to bed Ha-Cercis. We still have an hour." Draco purred eyeing Cercis' still naked form hungrily with his silver eyes.
Cercis thought for a minute then answered slowly, "I guess I could just transport us down to him in an hour" he grinned and moved back over to the bed. When he was within reach both boys grabbed his forearms and pulled him down onto the bed. Blaise sat on his legs and Draco held down his arms pinning them to his sides.
Draco eyed the raven-haired boy's naked body. Taking in both the faint scars and the new ones that looked barely a day old.
"Did you do these yourself?" the blonde asked him gently, Cercis didn't answer. Draco frowned lightly.
"I'm guessing you did." Draco looked into the emerald eyes, they were guarded and let no emotion through the shield.
"It's okay Cercis if you did, we wont judge or hate you because of it." He said gently. Cercis' shields relaxed and Draco could see the pain reflected in the sparkling orbs.
Draco ran his fingers lightly over the scars before leaning down and slowly kissing each of them, one after the other. The blonde sat up again releasing the trapped boys hands.
"You're gorgeous why do you mark your beautiful skin in such a way?" Cercis just stared at his friend.
"Harry I know you don't want to talk about it, but it helps" Cercis looked over to Blaise as he spoke then back to Draco, who was smiling at him.
"What's with all this 'Harry' business? Harry James Potter is dead remember!" he spat folding his arms across his chest.
Draco took both of his wrists in his and moved them back to his sides, "Funny that. It seemed to me that he is very much alive, considering his activities last night." Blaise smirked and shifted his position so that his hips grinded against Cercis' crotch.
Cercis felt his body respond and he let out a quiet moan. Blaise and Draco switched positions and Blaise ran a finger over Cercis' cheek, sending a mental message to Draco at the same time to keep the younger boy distracted.
"Why do you do you self harm?" Blaise questioned him. Cercis shrugged and gave them the same answer he gave his father.
"I like pain." Short and simple, it was a good way to answer.
"Was it Harry that started or was it you?" Cercis closed his eyes as he felt Draco's cold hands, obviously chilled by a spell, encase themselves around his penis.
"It was Harry." He whispered quietly.
Blaise glanced at Draco, they were getting somewhere. Draco grinned then went back to his teasing.
"Why did you start?" Blaise asked Cercis shrugged again.
"What does it matter?" Draco nudged Blaise and the boys switched positions again. As they moved Blaise relayed the conversation so far to Severus.
Just listen. He said to the Potions master who was sitting in front of a desk in one of the many rooms that were in the manor.
What's going on? He asked back, the marking on the desk forgotten. He glared at nothing in particular as he could literally hear Blaise's smirk.
We're questioning Cercis. Blaise answered in a voice full of fake innocence.
And he's answering you willingly? Severus asked back in disbelief.
He heard Blaise laugh lightly, Yes, now listen.
Blaise took up Draco's previous position and whispered a warming charm and placed his hands tightly around Cercis' still chilled cock. The said boy bucked his hips at the sudden change in temperature and gasped.
"Why do you cut yourself Cercis?" Draco asked him, straddling the boys waist and running patterns with his still cold hands over his bare chest.
"You're beautiful Cercis." He continued. Cercis let out a harsh bark of laughter before gasping again as he felt Blaise's tongue slip out over his head.
Back in the other room Severus decided to try and 'see' what techniques the two young Slytherins were using to get his son to talk. He tuned in using Occulmency just as Blaise, his victim – no conduit, took Cercis into his mouth. Severus had never pulled out of someone's mind so fast before.
His face pale and eyes wide, he did the only thing his mind could handle at the moment.
"Accio Absinth!"
The dark green bottle shot into his hand and foregoing the use of a glass he opened the bottle and took three swigs before he lowered the bottle to the table and summoned a glass to his already spinning hand, no mind, the little voice in his head corrected as he half filed the crystal glass. No hand, he shot back at it before downing what was in the glass. Oh fuck it.
Blaise sniggered to himself as he sensed his professors shock at what he had witnessed, I told you to listen not watch. He sent to him, his voice full of barely suppressed laughter.
Fuck off! Severus snapped back at him.
Blaise grinned and went back to focusing on making Cercis distracted enough so that he answered their questions.
"Do you hate yourself?" Draco was asking Cercis.
"Only on days ending in 'y'" he replied sarcastically. Blaise laughed,
"So you don't hate yourself on Halloween?" the red-head asked him smirking.
Cercis glared at him. "If you really want to know," he spat "No I don't hate myself on that day."
"You don't?" Draco asked shocked.
"No that's my annual 'try-and-kill-myself' day." Both boys paled at this statement.
"You – what?" to say both were shocked would have been an understatement. Besides its not everyday you come across someone who openly admits that they try and kill themselves at least once a year. Well sort of openly anyway.
Blaise and Draco looked at one another. "Why do you try and kill yourself?" Blaise asked, sensing that his friend was getting depressed again.
Cercis suddenly found the ceiling tiles very interesting. Draco sighed, Cercis had shut himself off again. Blaise was not one to be put off by the emotional shut down of him tried again.
"Harry, why do you try to take your life on Halloween?" he began to pulse his, now normal temperature hands on Cercis once again but this time the distractions weren't working. The boy had shut himself off completely.
Blaise frowned. "Fine don't tell us! I'm sure your father could force it out of you!" Cercis' head snapped down and his emerald eyes focused on Blaise's blue ones. Without a second thought he attacked the red-heads mind with Legimens.
Severus Snape. His father. Had heard the entire conversation.
To say he was pissed would be like saying that the Artic was slightly chilly.
Draco, not realising what had happened was now very confused, "Guys? What's going on?"
The next second both Draco and Blaise found themselves magically strapped to the now Cercis-free bed. Cercis himself was currently standing at the foot of the double bed, once again dressed in flowing black robes, which because of his anger, were swirling around him.
He glanced back at the two boys before apparating out of the room to meet with the soon-to-be-dead Dark Lord.
Draco tried to turn his head to Blaise, but he was met with his whole body screaming out in pain. The blonde bit down hard on his tongue to stop himself from crying out. The pain was almost as bad as Cruciatus. After a while the pain sub-sided.
"What was that about?" Blaise asked him, only moving his lips.
"Move your head." Blaise did as his friend suggested and immediately wished that he hadn't as the immense pain equal to that of Cruciatus spread through his body.
Draco waited patiently for his friends body to stop shaking. "Care to tell me the reason why we are both strapped, naked I might add, to a bed, that is charmed to send pain through us if we move out bodies?"
He didn't need to look to see that Blaise was blushing. "I … um … allowed Snape to listen in to the conversation."
"You what?!" he spat turning his head and once again being filled with the pain. "and you just had to let slip that he could force the answer out of him?"
"…" Draco sighed.
"Blaise, you're an idiot."
Blaise didn't answer and the two fell into silence.
Downstairs the Dark Lord was just about to start a meeting with a very pissed off Cercis Malus Snape and the boys to young minions. What the Dark Lord didn't know was that the two said minions were currently unavailable for the meeting.
Cercis apparated to 8 foot away from the Dark Lord.
"You're early." He commented. Cercis shrugged.
"Where are the othersss?"
Cercis grinned, "They can't come today, they're slightly tied up at the moment."
The Dark Lord lifted an eyebrow. "Isss that ssso?" he paused and seemed to shrug off the comment. He'd punish them later. "Ssso my dear Cercisss tell me. What did you do to that disssgusssting muggle uncle and cousssin of yoursss?"
Ummmm, ah shite. "You didn't order me to do anything to them my Lord." He replied calmly.
"Indeed. Luciusss!" Lucius, who had been standing at the back of the room moved forwards and bowed to the Dark Lord.
"Go and collect the Dursssleysss." Lucius bowed once more before leaving the room. Silence resumed in the room, while two of the most powerful wizards in the world, stood opposite the one another.
Lucius returned barely five minutes later. He bowed to the Dark Lord before speaking. "My Lord, the muggles. They are dead. It seems that everyone who knew about them later forgot about them."
The Dark Lord looked at him, Lucius hastily continued, "They had been left without food or water for nearly two weeks my Lord. No one can survive that long without water."
The Dark Lord looked over to Cercis, who shrugged. "You win some you lose some." The Dark Lord smirked. "Cercis you may go, Lucius you will have to pay for your forgetfulness. Crucio!"
Cercis left the room and apparated back up to the room where he had left Draco and Blaise. He smirked, they had figured out to talk by telepathy instead of out loud and risking the chance of extreme pain.
He moved over to the bed and looked directly into Draco's silver eyes. "Legimens!" he enters the blondes mind and after a few seconds of searching he found what he was looking for. He pulls out and takes the restraining charm off Draco.
"You didn't know he was telling father did you?" Cercis' tone was that of betrayal and a hint of guilt for tying his friend up like he had.
Draco shook his head and climbed off the bed moving over to stand next to Cercis, "No I didn't. How did the meeting go?"
Cercis shrugged, "He wanted me to kill my Uncle and cousin then Lucius realised that everyone had forgotten about them and they had both died in their separate cells." Cercis glanced over to Blaise. Then back to Draco, both the boys were still naked, neither seemed to care.
"You wanna pay him back?" Draco looked at him then at his friend still magically chained to the bed.
"How?" the blonde asked.
Cercis turned to face him, a sly look on his face. "Like this." Before Draco could ask again he felt Cercis' lips on his own, all logical thought out the window, and he kissed him back.
The blondes breathing quickened when he felt Cercis charm his own Death Eater robes away while his hands once again explored the blonde's body. Draco responded eagerly and before long the couple were panting and gasping as they both reached their climax. Still tied to the bed, Blaise watched on jealously.
I don't believe you two! That was so fucking unfair!
Cercis turned away from Draco's sweaty body and sneered at Blaise. "Who are you to talk to about fairness Blaise." He spat, anger etched into his voice. "You said you were loyal to me!"
I am!
"You didn't act very loyal earlier!" Blaise had the decency to look ashamed.
"Cercis, you may want to forgive him." Draco said quietly.
"Why do you say that?" Cercis spat looking away from Blaise to glare at the Malfoy heir.
"One: because he is your friend and. Two: because I want you too. 3 ways are no fun when there's only two of us." The blonde pouted and Cercis laughed.
"Fine, I forgive you Blaise, but only if you promise not to betray my trust ever again!" Blaise nodded, temporally forgetting that he was still being held by the charm. He cried out in surprise and Cercis cancelled the charm quickly.
"You alright?" he asked, a grin threatening to break out on his face.
"I'll live. What time is it?"
Cercis glanced at the clock which he subconsciously magiked to appear on the wall. "half one. You hungry guys? I am."
They both grinned and Cercis muttered the charm to re-materialise their clothes once more and then apparated them all to the dining room where a house elf immediately 'popped' into the room and took their order.
The food arrived in record time and the trio took their time eating it all. It wasn't until the great-grandfather clock in the corner struck 2pm that Cercis remembered his meeting with Remus, if he used the port key.
Cercis excused himself from the table and apparated back up to his room to get ready for his old professors arrival.