Chapter 28 - Chapter 28: Expensive Whiskey

TW: Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Drinking. Demian left the professors room with tears in his eyes, he held them back best he could and rounded the stairs all the way to the main floor. He walked back to his room when a familiar voice called out to him, "I wonder just what you could be doing there at this hour." Pansy said, she stepped out of the shadows and revealed herself. Demian composed himself, trying to look like he wasn't just rejected. "I have no idea what you could mean." He said. "Don't fucking lie to me." Pansy spat, "You know as well as I do you just left the professors private quarters. And you look like you've been crying no less.""I simply went to return a book to him." He lied. "You think you're so clever. You think you can just have whatever you want. First you sink your faggot claws into Malfoy, and now you taint Professor Valor with your disgusting blood too? Where will it end." "Fuck you, Pansy. I'm not even with Malfoy anymore if you want him to badly, go for it." He lied again, the words stung but he wanted so badly for her to go away, and also to stop pressing the issue with Professor Valor. His heart thumped in his chest, his professor begging him not to ruin his career rang in his ears.Fuck, fuck fuck! Pansy scoffed, "As if I didn't just see you crying outside his door the other day. Presumably all night? You're lying. You do care if Malfoy knows about your little night escapades." "Night escapades? You're crazy. Stop making up these wild stories, you could get Christian in trouble." "Christian?" She said in a sultry voice, "My my, first name basis, are we?" Demian swallowed hard and his heart raced even quicker, "It's common knowledge what his name is, I don't see how that means anything." He said, trying to recover. "Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't", she began, "But you know how resourceful I can be half-blood. Or should I remind you of the lengths I would go?" Demians stomach twisted as he thought of that night. "What are you going to do, black mail the Professor into sleeping with you off baseless lies? Or is the ruse to get back in Malfoys good graces again?" "Heh, I've been done with Malfoy. But I haven't been done with you. We have unfinished business you and I, you should have left Christian alone." She said. "Whatever Pansy, you don't know a fucking thing." He walked off, a feeling of unrest deep in his gut. *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*The next several days consisted of Demians O.W.L.s, he was nearing the end of the first week and he was taking his Ancient Runes exam. It wasn't particularly his strong suit, but at least it only required a written exam, and not a practical. He spent hours decoding and identifying countless runes, his brain started to hurt. It had been a particularly long week, after he left Christians that night he hadn't spoken to him. Classes weren't running on a regular schedule after all, so he'd spent most of his days simply taking exams and eating in the great hall. But it was finally Friday, and he was getting a break. His friends had planned a small get together in their common room and he was excited to finally get to relax a bit. When he was finished with his written exam he left in a hurry, eager to make it back to his dorm. Malfoy had avoided him for most of the week, simply showing up to take his exams and leaving. He apparently had no intention of telling Demian the truth, but his silence made him believe Pansy may have kept her mouth shut. Without obvious proof, she wouldn't dare insinuate something, would she? He pondered that thought. The truth was he missed Malfoy, but the time spent apart had made him see just how little he cared for him. He hadn't even made an attempt to see him. But Draco never took his raven necklace off. Demian sighed at the thought, he had been keeping his in his pocket, he would occasionally roll it around between his fingers, taking the chances of being pricked or not by its sharp fang. He felt it was exciting, taking the chance. And he missed the excitement. He wanted nothing more than to make up with him, but his pride prevented him from making the first move. After all, he was making so much personal progress lately. At least, that's what he told himself. He did his best to focus on himself and his studies, but now that the weekend had come even he needed a break. He made it back to his dorms, opening the door to find Penny and Peter sitting inside, she was in his lap while he played wizards chess with Mordred. Susan Bones was sitting behind him, a little more reserved than Penny was. "Hey guys" He said. "Oh hey" Peter and Mordred said, not looking up from there game. The girls simply waved. "So, who's winning? And where's the fucking booze and cigarettes." "Chill man, it's coming. Mordred is about to be brutally defeated." "It's not over til it's over" Mordred said, confidently. Demian went over to Peters dresser and rummaged through the top drawer, fishing for the cigarettes. He pulled them out, along with a lighter and went to his comforting spot in the window. Silas was sitting up there, he pet him a few times before moving him from one of his favorite spots, too. Demian cracked the window open and lit the cigarette, taking a few drags before he heard a victory yell. "YESSSSSSSSSSS!" Mordred said, sitting up from his chair victoriously and flipping Peter off. "I told you not to get cocky man." "You cheated, I have no idea how but you did." Peter argued, laughing. He playfully slapped Pennys butt and she stood up, he joined Demian in the window, motioning for the cigarette."Come on share, you git. I just lost." "Gross." Mordred said from the other side of the room. "Shut up mate." Peter said, inhaling deeply. "So, here's what we got." He handed him back the cigarette and fished under his bed, pulling out a small box with several bottles inside. "What is that?" Demian questioned, hitting the cigarette a few times."It's the booze? For tonight?" He said, pulling out a few of the bottles. "We have, ahemmm" He cleared his throat, "Cheap vodka, Cheap rum, Red cooking wine I assume, and really, really cheap whiskey." They all laughed. "Gross." Mordred said again. "Oh well, beggars can't be choosers. No one has been having any parties ever since what happened to-" He trailed off, looking at Demian who was tossing the cigarette out the window already, "Higgs." He practically whispered. Demian felt his stomach jump when his name was mentioned. He hadn't forgotten about him, no. It's just the O.W.L.s had been taking up so much of his time he thought about it maybe a little less....and he felt guilty. Unbelievably guilty. "It's fine guys", Demian replied, "I'm working through it, slowly." "Yeah, I hope he's okay." Penny said. Peter just nodded in agreement. "Alright fuck it, it's past 10. I'm going to drink by the fireplace in the common room, like I wanted too." Mordred said, "Finally" Peter replied. Everyone got up and went to the common room. The fireplace was of course already lit. There was only a few other Ravenclaws standing around, Luna Lovegood among them. Not many people spoke to her, Demian wondered why, she seemed nice. They passed around the bottles, the girls took their chances with the cooking wine since they had no chasers. Mordred chose the vodka, and Peter was the first to get his hands on the rum, leaving the cheapest bottle of booze to Demian, who felt he got the shortest end of the stick. "Bad luck mate, you can share mine though I am not going to drink all this." Peter assured him. "Yeah, that might have to be the case." Demian thought back to his night with Professor Valor, and how badly the whiskey burned going down. Peter took a sip and nearly gagged but handed the bottle to Demian who rightfully did the same. "My word that's disgusting." Demian said, and they all laughed. "It truly is" Peter responded. The each took several sips and started to talk amongst each other. Luna hovered nearby and Demian invited her to join them. She sat down but refused the alcohol. "Never liked it." She said. "I can respect it." Mordred responded, "But it couldn't be me." Peter and Demian laughed. Peter wrapped an arm around Penny and she smiled at him. "Hey, let's play truth or dare." "Oh hell yeah I haven't done that in ages." Peter responded. Demian felt a little nervous, but he agreed. "Okay who's going first?" "Oooooh me, I want to go first!" Susan said, Demian found this surprising as he never really heard her speak before."I did not expect that." He said, "Me the fuck neither" Mordred said, looking at her. "Okay then, truth or dare?" He said. "Dare." "Wow, again, I did not expect that. Susan is starting off strong. Okay..." He thought for a moment, "I dare you to sneak into the kitchen and get us a better bottle of booze." Susan paused for a moment, "I know how to get one not in the kitchen." She said. This surprised them all. "Do tell." Mordred said. "Give me 5 minutes." She got up and left the room, mysteriously. "Where the hell do you think she's going?" "Who knows." Mordred said. "But who's going next while we wait?" "Fuck it, I'll go." Peter said. "Fuck yes, alright. Truth or dare mate?" "Truth." "Booooo you're so fucking boring booooo" Mordred said, "Alright, fucker. Dare." "I dare you to kiss Elwin." "Your lizard, mate? No fucking way." Mordred knew he was scared of all manners of reptiles. "Come on man, you have to do it. I'll go get her right now." "God I fucking hate you, fine, go get her." Mordred laughed and got up, running back to the dorm to grab his trusty companion. Shortly after he left Susan returned, a very expensive looking bottle of whiskey in her hands."Looky what I found" She said in a singsong voice, "who wants a real drink?" She said. "W-w-w-wait hold the fuck on, how did you do it? I have to know." Mordred rounded the corner holding Elwin in his hands. "Susan you're back!" He exclaimed, "Nice bottle of booze." He gave her credit. "Now tell us how you did it." Peter said, curiously. "Easy" She said, "I fucked the prefect from my house." Mordred nearly spit his drink out, "You what?" "Not tonight, silly. Just in the past. So I know where he hides all the liquor he confiscates. I just took it from him." She smiled, mischievously. "Who are you?" Mordred said, looking around playfully. "Because I don't remember this Susan." She laughed and sat down next to him. He finally put his arm around her and Demian started to feel a little out of place. Possibly, so did Luna. He cleared his throat. "Alright anyways, kiss this fucking lizard so I can go" Demian said. Peter groaned and held out his hand, Elwin was gently placed in his palm. "You be careful with my baby now." Mordred said, "Treat her right or I'll come for you." He joked. Peter stuck out his lips, his stomach twisted and he leaned in to kiss Elwin on the top of her head. She stuck her tongue out. It touched his lips and he panicked, dropping her in his lap, which only made him panic more, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, FUCK" He shouted, "Someone get it!" Mordred laughed along with the others and he picked her up quickly. "You're such a baby dude." He said. Everyone laughed. "So, Luna do you want to go?" said curiously. "Honestly, not really." She admitted. The rest of them laughed again. "We get it, don't worry." "Demian you go!" Penny insisted. "Okay fine, Truth." He said. "Ooooooh let me ask." Susan said, he looked over at her curiously. "So, how big was Dracos" she leaned in and whispered, "dick?" Demian stifled a laugh, "Okay what the fuck kind of question was that?" Peter plugged his ears. "I don't want to know, I'll get self-conscious." Mordred laughed at this, "I kind of do want to know." He said, curiously. Lunas face went flush. "This is not what I thought we would be talking about." Now Susan laughed, "Well?!" She said. "Well, it isn't average." Demian said, "Boring answer Demian." She said, at least give me a visual." She pleaded, "Okay so, it was basically like this" Demian held up his hands roughly 9 inches apart and Susans eyes went wide. Peter groaned and uncovered his ears. "I guess I should have closed my eyes instead of my ears" They all laughed again and continued to drink for a while, passing around the expensive bottle instead. Demian was mindful of his sips, he didn't want to get too drunk. The rest of them seemed to be drinking a lot more, and soon the couples started to kiss. Luna took this as her ticket to leave and Demian agreed. They got up together. "Hey, thanks for inviting me" She said "Anytime" Demian said. He picked up the expensive bottle of whiskey, determined to share it with someone else that night. *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*He practically floated up the stairs to the tower in the Charms tower, he grazed his fingers over the stone walls as he walked. He made it to Christians door and fixed his shirt nervously before he knocked. It was late, he really didn't expect him to answer. Then the door cracked open. Valentino?" He said. "It's past midnight." "I know" Demian replied, he held up the half drank bottle of whiskey, "But I wanted to share this with you." He laughed a bit and cracked his door enough for him to enter. He locked it behind them. "Are you sure you haven't already had enough" He lifted his chin up, "Your cheeks are already flushed." Demian pulled his face away, feeling it grow even hotter. "I didn't drink that much." He protested, "Just have one glass with me." He sighed, walking over to his personal bar and grabbing two glasses. "You really shouldn't be here." He said, handing him one. "You really shouldn't have let me in." He said, this time Christian avoided his gaze. "Why are you still dressed in your teaching attire?" Demian said, "It's past midnight as you reminded me." "Up working late" He said, taking a sip of his drink. "This is actually great whiskey." "It's stolen, so I'm sure it tastes even better than normal." He joked. Christian laughed, "So this is what you've been up to." He said. "Only tonight." He insisted. "I really wanted to see you." Christian sighed again, "You're persistent aren't you." "A little more so from the alcohol, I think." He blushed again. "I believe so." Christian responded. He cleared his throat a bit and took another sup of his drink, "So how do you think your exams went?" "I could care less." Demian responded, "But there's something you should know." "What?" He said, curiously. Demian set down his drink, having barely sipped it. "The last time I left, Pansy Parkinson questioned me." Now even the professor set his drink down. "And what did you say?" "I denied it, obviously. But there's obviously already some speculation because of it." "Do you think she told anyone." He said, a worried look in his eye. "There's nothing to tell." Demian reassured him, "You wouldn't go through with it." Christian looked away; a troubling look on his face. "Demian...I told you, it isn't that I didn't want to." "But she already thinks we have." He said. "Maybe she does." Christian replied. "But we haven't." He reassured himself. Demian sighed, he took a sip of his drink and he could tell Christian felt guilty. His professor downed his drink in one go. "How many have you had?" He asked. "A couple..." "Are you drunk?" He asked. "No, but I will be when I leave here." He went to take another drink, and Christian stopped the glass from touching his lips. "No more." He insisted. Demian looked up at him, annoyed. "Why?" "Because I refuse to sleep with someone while they're drunk." Demian blushed, "What does that me-" Before he could finish his words, Professor Valor lifted him to his feet, he pressed his lips against him and Demian melted into his grip, one arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him in possessively."I-I.." He stammered against his lips, the familiar taste of whiskey he'd grown to love flooded his mouth. "This is what you wanted, right?" Christian said, and Demian just nodded. "Say it." He repeated. Demians cheeks grew hot again, "I-I want this. I want you." He choked out. The professor picked him up, carrying him to his personal desk he swept his papers off it. They littered the floor carelessly along with several books. Demians breath grew ragged as he watched him slip between his legs, kissing him with more force than before. Christian slipped one hand behind Demian and pulled him forward until their hips met, Demian could feel his cock through his slim fit trousers, it pressed against him firmly and he let out a soft gasp. This made Christian smirk, he grabbed Demians wrist and guided his hand to his swollen member, Demian rubbed it through the thin fabric and his cheeks stained even more crimson. Christian moaned quietly, he leaned in towards Demians ear and whispered, "Are you sure this is what you want?" Pressing himself firmer in his hand. "Y-yes." Demian stammered under his breath. Christian reached between them and slowly undressed Demian, lifting him gently to remove his bottoms before setting him back down. He studied his petite frame, sitting on the edge of his desk briefly, "You are just...beautiful." He said, reaching up and gently caressing his collarbones, "Stop..." He said, shyly. "It's true." Christian trailed his fingers down the front of his chest, goosebumps scattered across Demians skin at his touch. "Please, take me." He pleaded, "I want you so badly." Christian just smirked, pulling his own shirt off and tossing it onto the floor, a pile of papers and clothing scattered the ground. He undid his belt and slid it out of the loops, soon he was completely nude and Demian studied his frame carefully, he reached up and trailed his fingers lightly over the muscles scattered along his stomach, he had a dark happy trail. Something Demian had never seen before, Christian smiled, he leaned forward and kissed him again before pulling him forward until his feet touched the ground, he flipped him around suddenly and Demian gasped under his breath when he was bent across the top of the desk. Christian leaned forward and opened the top drawer, he pulled out a small bottle of lube and carefully doused his shaft. He leaned down, pressing his erect member against Demians core and whispered again quietly next to his ear, "Try to be quiet for me, darling." Demian blushed and nodded, he felt Chrstians cock begging for entrance against him and he wanted it, badly. Christian pressed his hips forward, slowly filling Demian up and he gasped again under his breath, unable to suppress a soft moan. One of Christians hands found its way to Demians locks and tangled in them, pulling his head up slightly and he let out another soft moan. Christian rocked his hips, thrusting in and out of Demian rhythmically, a palm full of his hair. Demians moans grew louder and Christian leaned forward again, whispering "Shhhhh" in his ear, he reached forward and gently covered Demians mouth. He moaned freely against his palm and Christians breathing became more ragged, he choked out, "F-fuck..." As he thrusted his hips against Demian harder, and faster. He planted soft kisses against his shoulder several times before his free hand reached around them and grabbed Demians own swollen cock. He moaned again, loudly into the professors hand. He stroked him in rhythms with his thrusts that only became deeper, and quicker. "A-ah, a-ah, a-ah...." Demian moaned as Christians hand glided against his shaft, he exploded without warning and Chrstians hand fell from his mouth. He hovered close to Demians ear and choked out several soft moans before cumming inside him. Demians heart pounded, he felt a weight lift off him as Christian stood up, he cleaned his hand off and offered it to him. He blushed, still covered in his own cum and took his hand. "T-that was incredible." Demian said, a sadness tinged his voice as he realized what he'd done. "I'll admit, it was." Christian replied, he lifted him back onto the desk and cleaned his legs and stomach off. He felt a protective hand under his chin and looked up, "Please, whatever you do, don't fall in love with me." Christian said, "Things are already complicated as they are." Demian looked away sadly, "I...I understand." He said. He turned his face back towards him, "Don't be sad Demian...But you knew this couldn't be serious. I still want to see you." He nodded and started picking his clothes up, knowing that whatever he had with Professor Valor didn't mean as much to him made him realize that he wasn't as mature as he once thought. The fantasies of having a serious relationship with him melted away, but he suddenly felt that gentle grip on his shoulder, "Do you want to stay with me tonight?" He said. "Yes...please." They went to bed together, Demian rested his head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. He thought of Draco the entire time, the guilt eating at him. Did he sleep with Christian because he wanted too, or because deep down, he wanted Draco to find out?