(happens after the meeting with Ginny)

Sitting at the desk near the front of the room he propped up his feet on the top of the desk and took another long swig of the burning liquid, relishing the way it felt going down.  Slamming the bottle down on the desk he scowled, his blue eyes flashing darkly.  Every thing around him was slowly unraveling and at this rate he would be left with nothing.

Reaching up he ran his fingers over his head, mussing his already mussed hair not caring at this point what he looked like.  It was close to midnight and he knew he was in the clear for getting caught out late.  His shirt was half unbuttoned and his tie hung loosely around his neck. Quite frankly he looked like a man who had walked through hell.

Leaning sideways he closed his eyes with a heavy sigh, he had to get through this.  He had to, the only other options left him dead or with nothing at all.  Each was beginning to look better and better all the time. A soft click to the side of the room caused him to open his eyes and jump to his feet though and he scowled when he saw who walked through the door.

"What in the bloody hell do you want Malfoy?"

The conversation he’d had with Skyler a few days ago left Draco wanting more from her, but he didn’t dare ask her for it. He was already walking on eggshells around the girl since he’d managed to piss her off so badly with that stupid game. He couldn’t help but think it wasn’t fair for her to demand he not even show any sort of attraction to anyone else, even when he constantly showed her how much he loved and cared for her. It was clear that she was the only one he wanted to be with, so why did she take his noticing the Weaselette’s body so badly?

He didn’t want to stay in the Slytherin common room, and he wasn’t capable of sleep with his racing mind, so he took to roaming the dungeons. It wasn’t long before he found one of the doors closed and decided his curiosity had to be sated. Draco opened the door and poked his head in, only to find his older cousin glaring away at him. It looked like he’d been quite comfortable before jumping up and getting all pissy at being disturbed. The blonde shook his head and smirked at his cousin.

”Touchy, touchy,” he hissed, sauntering in and closing the door behind him. He walked carefully over to the older Slytherin, avoiding any sudden movements in case the crazy boy decided to hex him or something. Draco slipped by the older boy and grabbed the bottle that still sat on the desk, taking a pull from it before smacking his lips and grinning at the boy. ”I was just out looking for something to do. You see, I can’t seem to sleep and the common room is… well, it isn’t very good for repressing the urge to kill things. What are you doing out here? Other than getting wasted that is…”

The boy was being completely ridiculous as usual, and Draco wanted nothing more than to kick his drunk arse half way to Hogsmeade, but he controlled himself and took another good swig of whiskey. The blonde then looked at his cousin with mock concern on his face, holding up the bottle and waving it before the boy. [color=99FF66]”Is this what you want, dear cousin?” he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Perhaps he should try and find out what was bothering his cousin, since it seemed likely that there was more than simply insomnia to blame, but Draco had enough problems of his own. He was still trying to figure out a polite way to tell the most evil wizard in the world (other than the Headmaster of course) to go screw himself, plus he might be on the verge of losing his girlfriend. Oh, and the whole school probably knew he was bisexual at this point. Not that he was ashamed of it but… well, he wasn’t really sure why that was bothering him.

”Well, if you want that buzz back you’ll just have to come get your booze, cause I am rather fond of it.” His grey eyes were alight with a cruel dare as he took yet another swig, beginning to feel the heat going to his cheeks and chest. He was suddenly very glad for the fact that he was wandering in loose silk sleep pants and a thin grey tank. It had been cold earlier, but now he found he was quite comfortable, as he made his way toward the professor’s desk and leaned back against it, lazily flexing his muscles and quirking a brow at his cousin.

Draco smirked at the older snake, holding the bottle behind him on the desk so that Leyton couldn’t possibly reach it from the front. ”If you want it that bad, come and get it. You say I should know better and yet here I stand with your precious bottle and not a mark on my flawless flesh.” Sure, he was egging the other boy on, but what did he care? Everything had already gone to shit. Might as well add another fight with one of the Lestrange boys.

He stared at his cousin with an evil glint in his eye, wondering what had the boy so off his game. It wasn’t like any of his family to back down, especially an older male who had every right to demand his liquor back. ”Something wrong with you, Leyton? Not used to winning so easily with you involved. I was sure I’d at least have to try.”

Draco shook his head, loose blonde locks falling back over his eyes in a rather sexy way, at least according to his girlfriend. She loved when he was like this, so relaxed and so… him. He felt stronger when he was being himself, and it showed in his cockiness toward his older cousin. ”Come on then. Get your precious bottle back. I won’t bite. Hard.”

Ignoring the threat, Draco kept the bottle behind his back and kept smirking at his cousin. He liked to press his luck, it seemed, and he was in the mood for a fight anyway. It hadn’t been long since he’d figured out he probably really did need to break the little snake’s heart after all, and he wasn’t too happy about it. Plus there was the little green monster that said she had a thing for Potter and even if she picked him before the scarhead, she still hadn’t just picked him and for Draco it just wasn’t good enough. He was a selfish, greedy bastard. He wanted all or nothing.

Leyton was drunk, judging by the way he slurred his speech a bit, and the blonde knew his cousin well enough to know he could hide it for a long time before the slurring started. How much had the idiot drunk before this bottle and this classroom? Draco rolled his eyes at the older boy, figuring he’d probably end up lending him a shoulder to get him back to the damned dorms. Wouldn’t be good to just leave him here after all. He was family.

The darkening tone of Leyton’s voice had Draco’s brow quirking. It wasn’t long before the other boy was on top of him and Draco was lying on the desk wondering what exactly he’d gotten himself into. This was his cousin! Why was he feeling a twitch in his pants? Well, in truth it wasn’t that odd for cousins to… experiment, right? Plus, purebloods were practically all related anyway. Hell, Draco’s grandparents were first cousins!

Throwing caution to the wind and figuring he was about to hate himself for hurting Sky (even if it was to save her) anyway, Draco looked into the blazing blue eyes of his cousin and growled. ”And what exactly do you want, Leyton?” he asked huskily, licking his lips and bucking his hips lightly. He nearly added something more about the promise of biting, but held himself in check. He was already grinding his dick into that of his cousin. He probably didn’t need to push it too much further.

As soon as the other boy nipped at his lip, Draco knew there was no turning back. He was so hard he ached, and he opened his mouth easily, allowing his cousin’s tongue to flit inside and battle for dominance in a heated war. He was always rougher when he was with guys than with witches, so Draco didn’t hold back as he bit at the boy’s lips, enjoying the way their teeth clashed every now and then and the sting of the bites from his… opponent.

Feeling Leyton’s touch beneath his pants, Draco took a sharp breath before relaxing into the feeling of skin on skin and grinding his hips again. They had already crossed that invisible line, and it seemed foolish to even consider turning back now, so he figured might as well go all in. Draco let out a soft groan and rocked his hips, giving into the amazing feelings the contact was producing.

Somewhere inside Draco knew he should feel bad about this. After all, he was pretty much cheating on his girlfriend. With a guy. Who was his cousin. But it just didn’t really matter. He was supposed to let her go, and what better way to do that than to make her hate him? It wasn’t like he didn’t have certain feelings for other people even as he promised to only love her. It wasn’t fair, really, and this felt right. As long as things like this felt right, he shouldn’t be in a committed relationship anyway.

Mind made up, Draco broke the heated kiss to hiss in the other boy’s ear, nibbling lightly on his earlobe then biting hard. ”If you want something, take it. Don’t be shy. It doesn’t suit you.”

Cool air touched his erection and made it twitch while Draco groaned at the loss of his pants and the contact with his cousin. It just wasn’t fair of him to get him so worked up and then just get off of him so suddenly, especially after promising to dominate him like that. The blonde had a reputation of always taking top, but the idea of someone actually having the balls to take him and force him to bend over and be used was just too erotic for him to think about for long without coming undone.

He bit his lip as his cock twitched again, willing himself to calm down before he embarrassed himself by coming before they even started anything. His eyes turned molten silver as he looked the other boy over, noting that he had much too much clothing on to do any of the things he promised. He was also concerned that Leyton might be too drunk to follow through with his dominating threats, but he supposed that would be a sort of test for the older boy. If he couldn’t come through for Draco, then he wouldn’t get another chance to do so.

The younger Slytherin grabbed his wand and had Leyton nude with just a flick, causing a smirk to grow across his lips. Yes, that was definitely an excited member, and it was that way because of him. He loved that he could make people feel so… aroused. His cock twitched again, and he hissed, still sitting atop the desk. ”You speak and yet you do so little,” he mocked, standing up and turning his back to the older boy. Draco peered over his shoulder and wiggled his arse at the boy.

”I’m waiting. Gonna prove you’re not all talk? Or is it just liquid courage tainting your words and not your actions?” Draco was nearly completely sober, but he felt drunk on the feelings that Leyton was causing within him. Hot desire and slight fear welled up in his stomach as he waited to be dominated. It was a foreign experience for the most part, but it was exciting, and Draco growled at the impending loss of control.

Licking his lips at the sight of his cousin’s weeping cock, Draco couldn’t hold back the shiver that ran through his body as the older boy approached him, pushing him over the desk and pressing into him without any pretenses. Silver eyes shot open as wide as possible at the sudden intrusion and the lack of lubrication. When he felt the boy push the rest of his member past his tight muscles, Draco couldn’t hold it back. He screamed. Loud.

The blonde closed his eyes so tight it hurt, unable to stop the noises from falling from his mouth. He’d gone from screaming to some awkward wailing noise before he shoved his own fist in his mouth to muffle the sounds. He bit down on his fist hard enough to make it bleed, much like he was sure his arse was doing at this moment. The boy was relentless in his intrusion, slamming into him with such force that Draco couldn’t keep the tears from springing from his eyes.

At the same time that it felt like he was being ripped apart, the attack from behind was prodding a spot within him that made him groan with pleasure as well. Oh Salazar this was a heavenly torture that burned like the pits of hell, and Draco was sure he’d be feeling the sting for days to come.

He finally relaxed as he got more used to the constant pounding of his cousin’s hips against his arse. Draco’s body naturally started pushing back into his cousin’s thrusts, meeting him and working with the rhythm so that he was soon slamming backward just as hard as Leyton thrust forward. He growled, removing his hand from his mouth and grabbing the desk hard, digging his short nails into the wood. ”Oh fuck, yes. Right there. Do it. Make me fucking scream your fucking name!”

Oh, it felt so good, but still hurt so bad. Draco was on the cusp of some dark divide between pleasure and pain and he was riding it hard and strong, keening beneath the man who completely dominated him in a way no one had ever done before. The boy demanded for him to beg and Draco found that he wanted very much to give in to that demand, but he also felt the need to fight it. He was always a fighter, and the way his cousin growled out the demand made it sound like a challenge. A challenge to hold back his begging as long as he could.

Draco tried to fight the need to moan his cousin’s name, but ever roll of the hips had him pushing back as hard as he could, and ever grunt and moan had him whimpering for more. He couldn’t hold it in anymore and the blonde finally broke. ”Oh, Merlin! Leytoooooooon, please!” he wailed, mewling as his member rubbed angrily against the harsh wooden desk. He was so aroused he didn’t even have a thought for splinters or chafing or anything else at the moment. He just wanted attention in the worst way, and he wanted his cousin to keep pounding into that amazing sweet spot he’d found.

The Slytherin let out a great roar of absolute need. ”Please, Leyton Lestrange! Make me yours!” He moaned, wanting to feel the boy behind him find sweet release so that maybe he could as well.

Draco never really thought he could get off without being touched, yet he felt his balls tighten as Leyton let himself go. The desk was sticky and slick as he rocked into it, then finally slumped on top of it with his cousin over his back. That line between pleasure and pain was being toed again as the blonde fought to breathe. Was it strange to feel aroused by being squished against a desk so that he feared he might actually suffocate?

The younger boy didn’t think he wanted an answer to his musings as he felt fluid slide down his balls and thigh. ”Merlin…” he groaned breathily, squirming beneath the older boy. ”That was… Gods…” Draco sighed heavily, deflating a bit and getting crushed even more. He yelped slightly, bucking his hips in an attempt to get Leyton off of him.

”Crushing… me…” he sputtered, feeling himself harden as he bucked again. Someday they’d stop all this and he could assess the damage his body had taken. Maybe he’d even consider how loud the voice of the Slytherin Prince had screamed his cousin’s name. For now, though, he could only focus on one thing.

”Leyton… what are you bloody doing to me?”

When Leyton sat at the desk, he was face to face with the younger Slytherin who still slumped against the wooden surface. The view, in the blonde’s mind at least, was quite nice, and Draco growled as the older boy downed the rest of the whiskey. He leaned forward, ignoring the protest of his every muscle, and licked the drop from Leyton’s chest, following the trail up to his lips.

”Oh, it definitely happened,” he murmured after giving his cousin a searing kiss, tasting the alcohol on his tongue. ”And don’t you dare apologize for anything.”

He tried to push himself up off of the desk, but his arms were like jelly and he collapsed back onto his chest with a thud and a groan. Now how would he get himself and his drunkard cousin back to the Slytherin dorms?

The blonde growled and leaned forward again, this time biting Leyton’s bottom lip sharply. ”Why’d you have to go and drink so much? Hmm? Now you’re gonna be too pissed to function.”

Draco snorted as his cousin explained how his lack of ability to stand or walk did not mean he couldn’t function. ”Right, right. That makes total sense, there. Who needs to move!” he rolled his eyes at the older boy, trying and failing again to get up from the desk. ”Clearly I don’t.”

The blonde’s silver eyes clouded with lust as he stared into the blue gaze of Leyton, thinking of all the things he could do without much movement. The key word there was ‘much,’ though, as he was sure at least one of them needed to be capable of a bit of movement to get anything more accomplished than sitting and lying there staring at each other like lovesick puppies.

He shook himself out of the daze and growled at his cousin, finally managing to heft himself up on his elbows. He looked intensely at the boy before him, managing to raise his head above the boy so he could look down at him. ”You are the most frustrating git in this whole bloody castle, you know that?”

Draco couldn’t hold back a growl at the way his cousin started toying with himself, and he cocked a brow at the innocent act until the smile spread across those very kissable lips. He groaned, the wiggling brows making him harder against the rough wood where the desk had started to crack from Leyton’s roughness earlier. ”Oh do I now? And how would you know that?” he growled, licking his lips.

”You’ve always been a bloody git to me, dear cousin. Why ever would I love you for that? And now you leave me lying on this bloody desk, bones turned to jelly, and all you can think to do is finish your damned bottle so now you can’t move either.” Draco glared at the boy, feeling frustrated and confused. What did he feel for Leyton? What did he feel for Sky? What the hell was he doing with his life?

All the questions swirling in his brain were pointless, though, as he peered at his cousin’s hand and heard the whimper fall from his lips, though he wasn’t consciously aware that he had made a sound. He didn’t care about what he felt or thought or any of that right now. Tonight he wanted to forget his troubles and give in to the pleasure Leyton had to offer. If the boy even had anything more to offer after all he’d drunk.