Massi takes Draco to the Galleria, or, more accurately, to the office across the street from the Galleria. Draco is amazed at his brazenness until he realizes that Massi either thinks that Draco is a dumb civilian, or that he's expendable. Draco's not sure which one hurts more.
"The most impressive collection in the city is housed here," Massi says, taking Draco's hand and leading him through locked door after locked door.
"It certainly seems well guarded," Draco says.
"My family is very protective of the things it cares about." As he says this, Massi rests a hand on Draco's back. Draco isn't sure if he should read anything into the gesture or not. He bites his lip nervously, and he's not acting. Massi's actions are starting to concern him. Is it possible Massi is showing him this because he likes him? "Come, come," Massi says and nudges Draco through the next door.
Draco finds himself in a giant, vaulted room. He sucks in a breath as he looks around. There are display cases in rows that go on as far as his eyes can see. There is no way that this is not a magically extended room.
"Wow," Draco says, his voice breathy.
"This Wunderkammer is the largest collection of magical artifacts on the continent," Massi says proudly.
"No kidding." Draco feels Massi walk up beside him and take his hand.
"What do you think?" Massi asks quietly.
"It's incredible," Draco says. Because it is. Draco only hopes that he can correctly remember how to get in here. He hasn't dared use any recording spells for fear that there are detection spells.
"Come," Massi says, dragging Draco along by his hand. "Let's look at some things." He seems to pick a row of display cases at random and pulls Draco down the row. "Here we have the charred wand of Wendelin the Weird."
"Ah yes. She enjoyed being burnt at the stake so much that she allowed herself to be caught no fewer than forty-seven times," Draco says, nodding. He remembers her from his History of Magic classes. Or, more accurately, from reading his History of Magic books. Professor Binns's classes had been little more than nap time.
"How did you know that?"
"I read about her once." Massi nods and places a hand on the small of Draco's back, steering him to the next display. It holds a large, golden chalice inscribed with runes.
Draco listens with mild interest as Massi takes him from object to object, and then row to row. He nods and smiles at the right times. He asks the right questions. He is unfailingly polite. And all the time, Massi's hand inches its way farther around Draco's waist.
"This," Massi says proudly as they reach the end of one of the rows. "Is a Hand of Glory made from the hand of Lord Voldemort himself." Draco flinches. He can't help it. He half expects the taboo name to bring Death Eaters to their current location, and worse than that, the Dark Lord himself. Even though Draco knows he has been dead for years, he still has that visceral fear. Massi notices his discomfort.
"Right," he says. "Sorry - I forgot your family supported him." Draco lets out a shaky breath.
"I was just surprised to hear his name, is all," he says. His heart is hammering in his chest. Of all the things he would have thought Massi would show him - that he thought even existed in the world - this was not one of them. He forces himself to look at the Hand. It is shriveled and dried, just like the Hand of Glory that he bought at Borgin and Burke's before his sixth year. It could be any Hand of Glory. Oddly, this makes it seem less sinister to Draco.
"According to my father," Massi continues. "It's the strongest Hand of Glory ever created. I mean, for obvious reasons." Draco nods. "It can cover multiple people at once."
"Oh?" Draco asks.
"Do you not know how a Hand of Glory works?" Massi doesn't wait for an answer, just launches into an explanation of their use. Draco nods along as Massi tells him this Hand of Glory allows up to ten people to see in the dark at a time - and they don't even have to be touching. "And the best part is, no one else can see the light." He looks delighted. Draco smiles.
"How useful," he says. "The one I used to have only worked for me."
"What happened to it?"
"Confiscated."
"By your parents?"
"By the government."
"Those bitches," Massi says. Draco nods slowly. He has been so fixated on the Hand of Glory that he only just notices that Massi is standing in front of him. He is so close that they are practically touching. Massi reaches out and threads his arm around Draco's waist and closes the space between them. Draco looks the other man in the face and raises his eyebrows.
"What?" Massi asks, shrugging his shoulders. Draco cocks his head to the side. Massi smirks. "Fine," he says. "If you must know, I like you, Draco. Fucking you last night opened my eyes to things I had never thought about before."
"Like fucking men, you mean?" Massi frowns and shakes his head.
"I don't want to fuck any other men. Just you. Cazzo, Draco. I really like you." He reaches up a hand and tucks a stray strand of Draco's hair behind his ear.
"Is that why you tried to coerce me into sucking your dick at the club?" Massi scrunches up his face.
"I'm so sorry about that night," he says. "The truth is-" he stops and chews his lip, staring at the ground. He takes a deep breath. "The truth is, I'm very attracted to you and I don't know why. You're the only man I've ever felt attracted to. And that night, I thought I would never see you again and I wanted the experience." Draco raises one eyebrow and regards Massi coolly.
"That's not an excuse," he says.
"I know. I can't tell you how terrible I feel." He pauses, tilting his head to the side. "Is there any way I can make it up to you? Or to show you how much I like you?"
"I'm dating someone," Draco says flatly, shaking his head.
"What if," Massi says, bucking his hips slightly into Draco's and lifting the corner of his mouth in a smirk. "What if you dated both of us?"
"I don't understand."
"It can be like last night. I fuck you. You fuck Harry. We all win."
"I'm not generally a bottom."
"What does that mean?"
"It means usually I do the fucking."
"Well, you seemed to enjoy last night?" Massi sounds suddenly unsure.
"It's not that I don't enjoy it. I just prefer the other way," Draco says. He's not sure why, but he feels as though he needs to reassure Massi about last night. The lines are starting to get blurred in Draco's mind.
Is Massi actually an arsehole? Was he really just wanting one night with Draco in Zermatt and didn't know how to go about doing it? Is Massi just playing Draco like he and Harry are playing him? Or does he actually like him? And if he does, what does that mean?
It doesn't help that Draco can now picture Massi moving above him, crying out his name. Or that he had very much enjoyed it.
Fuck.
Draco should have just gotten on his knees in that bathroom and been done with it.
Massi takes a deep breath.
"I could," he starts to say. He stops and chews his lower lip for a moment. "I could let you, how do you say it? Top me?" He looks so earnest that Draco almost believes him. "If you want."
"Is that really what you want?" Draco asks. "Yesterday you insisted that no one fuck you."
"For you, yes." Massi's face is open. His brown eyes are wide and hopeful. His face is framed by the gentle waves of his hair. His lips are pink from where he's been chewing on them. And so Draco calls him on it.
He pushes Massi against the cabinet that holds the Hand of Glory and kisses him roughly. Massi hesitates for a moment before returning the kisses with the same vigor. There is none of the careful hesitation from the night before. Instead, Massi's tongue plunders his mouth greedily and their hands grope each other with a new insistence.
Draco peels off his coat, letting it fall to the floor, and pushes his hands inside Massi's, struggling to get the jacket off in as smooth of a manner as Harry had yesterday.
Harry.
A spark of guilt flashes through Draco, but he paws it away as he paws his hands across Massi's chest. He fumbles with Massi's buttons while Massi fumbles with his. And then Massi is shirtless and pressed up against him, bare skin on bare skin. Draco pulls his mouth away from Massi's and instead trails a line of kisses down his neck, and then down his torso until he is kneeling in front of him.
Draco reaches up and unbuckles Massi's belt. He deftly pops open the top button of Massi's trousers and then slowly unzips his fly. He looks up. Massi is staring down at him, undone, his bottom lip between his teeth. Draco doesn't break eye contact as he slowly pulls Massi's trousers down, underwear with them. As Massi's erection comes free from his pants, it bobs up and hits Draco gently on the cheek. Draco turns his head slightly and flicks his tongue out, just enough to lightly run it down Massi's shaft. Then he stands up abruptly.
"Why did you stop?" Massi asks.
"Because I'm not going to suck your cock right now," Draco says, pushing up against Massi. He puts his mouth next to Massi's ear and whispers, "I'm going to bend you over this cabinet and fuck you until you cry out my name." Massi inhales sharply and Draco gently nips his earlobe. He finds the idea of fucking Massi over the Voldemort Hand of Glory perversely exciting. A big 'fuck you' to the Dark Lord, if you will.
"OK," Massi says. He sounds nervous.
"We'll take it slow," Draco says, now nuzzling Massi's neck. "And I know some useful spells." He pulls his wand out of his trouser pocket and rests it on the cabinet behind Massi. He is about to unbuckle his own belt when he feels Massi doing it for him. Instead he brings his hands up and tangles them into Massi's hair, pulling Massi's mouth back onto his.
Massi's mouth is hot and eager and Draco loses himself just kissing him for a moment, until he feels Massi pulling his trousers down around his thighs. Then the reality of the situation seems to catch up with Draco's brain.
This is a terrible idea. He should not be doing this. He shouldn't even want to be doing this. And yet, he can't stop himself. He doesn't want to stop himself.
He picks his wand up from the cabinet and performs a pair of nonverbal spells. He knows they have worked when Massi suddenly stops kissing him.
"Was that-"
"-That was me, yes," Draco says. "Just getting things ready. No rush." Massi nods slowly. "We can stop if you want," Draco says. A part of him hopes Massi that will say that yes, they should stop. Because this much Draco feels he could explain to Harry. Keeping their cover intact and what not. But Massi shakes his head.
"No, I want to," he says.
And goddamnit, Draco wants it too.
Particularly when Massi starts tugging on his cock, his hand moving in a fast rhythm. Draco kisses him again and then gently begins to turn him around. Massi lets go of Draco's cock and instead puts his hands flat on the cabinet, allowing himself to be bent over it.
Draco starts by running his hands over Massi's back, slowly working his way southwards. Massi shivers under the contact. When Draco reaches his arse, he slows. He circles Massi's hole gently with one index finger and Massi shivers again. The spells that Draco had performed have made him looser and provided some lubrication. He gently pushes one finger inside, slowly, letting Massi acclimate to it. Then he kicks Massi's feet wider apart.
"Is this okay?" he asks. He's very cognizant of the fact that this is Massi's first time.
"Yes," Massi says. So Draco adds a second finger. The spells that Draco cast are certainly helping, as Massi doesn't complain even when Draco adds a third.
"How is it?" Draco asks. "Is it what you expected?"
"I don't know what I expected," Massi says. "But this is ok."
"Are you ready for me to put it in?" Draco asks after a long moment.
"I think so?"
"It's going to be a little bigger," Draco says.
"I know. I've seen it." Draco smirks and pulls his fingers out. He picks up his wand with his other hand and says another quick lubrication spell, this time on himself. Then he lines himself up.
"Are you ready?" Massi nods and Draco pushes himself in. He goes slowly, letting Massi get used to him. When he's about halfway in, Massi motions for him to stop, so Draco does.
"Would it help if I?" Draco asks, reaching around to grasp Massi's erection. As he gives it a few pulls, his hips involuntarily rock, but Massi doesn't tell him to stop. Instead he says,
"Si, go on."
So Draco starts thrusting. He doesn't go far with each thrust, just enough to get some friction, but with each rock of his hips, he gets a little deeper. He keeps up the rhythm of his hand, matching it with the rhythm of his thrusts, and before he has the chance to ask Massi if it's alright or not, he's all the way in.
"How's this?" Draco asks.
"Mi piace."
"English, please. I'm not sure what you just said."
"It's good. I like it. Keep going." Massi is breathless, his voice husky. Draco ups the tempo. He can feel himself getting close, but he won't let himself go over the edge until Massi has. He begins to work through long multiplication sums in his head - the math taking his mind off of the rising pleasure for a moment. It is one of the reasons he prefers to be on top. He likes to make sure his partner finishes first, and it's something he's good at doing.
"Si," Massi cries. "Oh, Draco, si, scopami. Dammelo tutto." Draco doesn't bother to ask for the English. He hopes that Massi will assume all sex language is universal. In all fairness, Draco is hardly listening to the Reliquary's translations. He's too caught up in the moment. But he understands the cries of yes.
He feels the moment that Massi comes, both on his hand and around him and he lets himself come as well. He cries out, only stopping himself from saying Harry's name at the last moment.
When he's finished, he doesn't pull out immediately. Massi is still bent over the display case, and Draco notes with satisfaction that there is cum all over the case. He lets go of Massi's cock and instead runs his hands over the other man's back. As he feels himself growing soft again, he gently pulls out. He picks up his wand and performs the necessary cleaning spells.
"Cazzo è stato incredibile," Massi mutters, still slumped, boneless, over the display case. That was fucking amazing, the Reliquary supplies.
"English," Draco says gently. He steps away from Massi and bends down to pulls his trousers back up. "Unless you're saying that was the worst thing that ever happened to you, in which case, please continue in Italian."
"It wasn't terrible," Massi says. He puts his palms flat on top of the display case and pushes himself upright. "In fact, it was pretty good."
"Pretty good?" Draco asks, arching an eyebrow. "You were crying out the one word in Italian that I understand, along with my name. It sounds to me like it was more than 'pretty good'." The side of Massi's face that Draco can see flushes red. He glances quickly at Draco and then looks away.
"Ok, so I liked it," Massi says. He shrugs one of his shoulders and then bends down quickly to retrieve his own trousers.
"There's nothing wrong with enjoying it," Draco says. He reaches out, puts his hands on Massi's shoulders and then turns Massi around to face him. Massi refuses to look him in the eye and Draco stifles a sigh. It's not the first time he's fucked someone, only to have them regret it after the fact. Draco bends and moves his head until he is in Massi's sight line. "Really, there's nothing wrong," he says. Massi blinks and frowns.
"But there is," he says quietly. Draco straightens up and grasps Massi's chin in one hand, forcing his head up.
"No, there is not," he says, forcing the eye contact.
"But there is," Massi says again. "I'm not allowed to like you."
"I call bullshit on that. It's 2008. You're allowed to like whoever you like."
"Draco," Massi says. "You don't get it. It's not because you're a guy. My parents wouldn't give a shit about that. It's because you're an enemy of the family. I shouldn't have let it go this far. My father was right. I'm a terrible heir to the family." Draco feels like he's had a bucket of ice poured over him. He makes himself take a deep breath, even as fear floods his brain.
"Come again?" he says. He's amazed that he manages to get these three syllables out without his voice shaking. Sure, he knew that they were onto Harry, but he thought at the very least he was just an innocent civilian. Not an enemy of the family.
"Cazzo," Massi says, more to himself than to Draco. "I've said too much."
"Are you planning on killing me?"
"What?"
"I know your family is mafia, Massi." Draco says. "That's generally what the mafia do to enemies of the family."
"Cazzo."
"It's fine. I get it. My family is the same way. I mean, have you heard of the Malfoys before?" It is perhaps stretching the truth, but Draco runs with it.
"In passing," Massi says. "Your family is not overly active these days."
"My parents are old," Draco says, thinking fast so as not to be on the Battaglia family kill list. After all, if there is anything that Draco Malfoy is all about, it is not getting himself killed. Even if it makes him a coward. "And they're under strict Ministry surveillance." Massi nods slowly. "Ah, fuck, Massi. This is not going how the way I planned."
"What do you mean?" Massi now looks confused.
"Fuck. I probably should have been honest with you from the start."
"From the start?" Massi narrows his eyes in suspicion. Draco nods. He takes one of Massi's hands and swings it between them.
"I know I said we followed you here because I wanted to suck your dick, but the truth is, it was not a coincidence that we ran into you in Zermatt."
"What?" Massi's eyes go wide. He attempts to snatch his hand away but Draco holds fast.
"I've been trying to get in contact with your family for months."
"You have?"
"The Malfoys want to do business with you. My parents can't leave their Wiltshire Manor, but that doesn't mean they're retired. Which is why I'm here. We would like to propose an alliance."
"You what?"
"Most of our money was taken in war reparations, and we want it back. We think the best way to go about that is by partnering with one of the most influential crime families in Europe."
"And why would we want to work with you?"
"Our brand," Draco says without hesitation. "The patina that comes from associating yourselves with the Malfoy name. We go back centuries - all pureblood, of course."
"I suppose we could bring the idea to my father," Massi says slowly. He bends down and retrieves his shirt from the floor and shrugs into it.
"I think it would be a mutually beneficial partnership," Draco presses on. "You could get a toehold in the UK through us and we would have another potential revenue source." Massi nods, considering this. "Plus, you would get to see me. We could even look more closely at that idea of me dating you as well."
"You would want that?" Massi asks.
"If we're being honest," Draco says. "I want to keep fucking you. That wasn't the original goal but I would be a liar if I said I didn't want to do that again."
"It was nice," Massi says, a smile playing around his lips.
"So you'll convince your family not to kill me? That I'm not an enemy of the family?"
"Yes," Massi says.
"I still can't believe you were even considering it," Draco says. He lifts a hand and runs a finger down Massi's cheek. "You seemed pretty into me last night."
"I'm sorry," Massi says.
"No need to be sorry," Draco says. He leans in and kisses Massi, running is tongue over Massi's bottom lip before sucking it gently. Massi makes a small sound at the back of his throat and pulls him flush against him again. Then he gently pulls away.
"As much as I would like to keep doing this," he says. "We need to get back to the house."
"True," Draco says. "Harry will probably be back by now." Massi tenses at the mention of Harry. "What?"
"Nothing," Massi says.
"Are you worried about the logistics of me dating the both of you?" Draco asks.
"It's complicated," Massi says, not looking at Draco again. Draco frowns. He reaches out and lifts Massi's chin with one hand.
"Why?" he asks softly. He presses his forehead against Massi's. Then he shifts his head to the side and ghosts his lips over Massi's. "Why is it complicated?"
"Because," Massi starts to say. He is clearly flustered. Draco moves his head again and nuzzles Massi's neck. "Affanculo - because the other person you're dating works for the British Ministry of Magic, which means he's also an enemy of the family. And probably an enemy of yours too."
"What?" Draco pulls back sharply and stares at Massi. He does his utmost to sound shocked by this. "You can't be fucking serious."
"I'm sorry," Massi says quickly. "A friend of ours informed us yesterday that Harry works for the Ministry."
"That bastard," Draco says. He slumps back against the display case that holds the Voldemort Hand of Glory, letting go of Massi as he does. "That fucking asshole. I can't believe he lied to me."
"I'm so sorry, Draco," Massi says.
"No," Draco says. "Thank you for telling me." He runs a hand through his hair, a frown on his face. He can feel Massi watching him. "Fuck," he says, blowing out the word in a long breath. "Do you think?" He stops and looks at Massi. "Do you think he is dating me just to try to bring down my family?"
"I don't know," Massi says. "But we have a plan for him. In a few days, you won't have to think about him anymore."
"Really?" Draco asks. "You would do that for me?"
"For you, Draco," Massi says, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Anything."
…
After another impromptu make out session, where they mostly keep their clothes on, Massi pulls out a key and unlocks the case that holds the Voldemort Hand of Glory. Draco's mind races as he works to put together the pieces of the plan as he can see it. There will be a dinner party on Wednesday. At some point, Draco suspects that someone will use either a spell or Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder to create a diversion and the Battaglias will use their powerful Hand of Glory to allow ten of them to see while everyone else is disorientated, allowing them to kill all of their rivals before anyone knows what is going on.
Part of him wants to ask Massi what he is getting the Hand out for, but he doesn't want to push his luck, so instead watches in silence while Massi places the Hand in a box and then puts that box in a bag.
They leave the way that they came and then apparate straight back to the Battaglia house. For the side along, Massi keeps his hand in Draco's back pocket. Harry is waiting for them in Massi's room, their luggage in a pile by the door.
"Where should I put this?" Harry asks as they walk in. He gesticulates at the bags. Massi shrugs.
"Keep them here. You can stay with me." Harry catches Draco's eye briefly and Draco gives him the smallest of nods.
"Great," Harry says. "Lunch?"
…
They spend the afternoon swimming, true to Massi's suggestion. They begin drinking at two and by the time they climb, still in bathing suits, into the hot tub at five pm, they are all feeling rather merry.
Massi sits between the two of them while they pass around a bottle of wine. It is very good wine - generally not wine one would assume to consume in a hot tub after an afternoon's worth of drinking, but it is the Battaglia family and they do what they want. Even still, Draco feels a twinge of guilt as he drinks a seven hundred euro bottle of wine straight from the bottle, holding onto the neck like it is an overly large beer.
"So for dinner," Massi says, handing the bottle over to Harry. "I thought we might take a portkey to a small town called Cortona."
"That seems extravagant," Draco says.
"Please, Draco," Massi says. "You're with Massimo Battaglia. Nothing is too extravagant." Draco catches Harry's eye across the hot tub and smirks at him. He can't quite imagine Harry saying something like that, but at the same time, he most certainly can. Harry raises his eyebrows briefly but smiles at Massi when Massi looks his way.
"Very well," Draco says. "What time are we leaving?" Massi looks at his watch for a long moment.
"Seven?"
"So what do we do until then?" Draco asks. "Should we play a game?"
"How about Truth or Dare?" Harry suggests. Both Massi and Draco gasp. "Oh, fuck. Is this another one of those situations where I was brought up with Muggles and say the wrong thing because wizards play it very differently?"
"Yes," Draco says. "How has no-one taught you that? Circe, Potter. You've been in our world for over fifteen years."
"You think Hermione was big on drinking games?" Harry shoots back.
"Point taken. Something else then?" But Massi is smiling. It is not a nice smile. It is the kind of smile that makes Draco very nervous. And with Truth or Dare, he has every right to feel nervous.
"No," Massi says. "I think Truth or Dare is perfect."
I apologize if my Italian is incorrect - I found these phrases on the internet. Please feel free to comment with any corrections.
Also yes, I am posting this a day early. I am traveling tomorrow (for my birthday!), so I wanted to make sure it was posted before then.
