darkbleeds said:fifty reasons to touch someone + 8
fifty reasons to touch someone || @darkbleeds 8 - in public
this house is a prison. there are people lined at every wall and every hallway, gathered around the grand table as they wait for their direction. it’s a celebration of what has happened, his father looking mighty proud at the head of the table ; though he’s only a place holder for the dark lord, who will soon make his way into the malfoy manor. it’s a party of sorts for all the stuff they had done, destroying muggle cities and almost capturing harry. he wants to run and escape, but all eyes are on him. he is the malfoy son. the heir. the example set into stone, and every death eater either wants to shake his hand or kill him ; he swallows, trying to find his mother in the face full of strangers but instead he finds someone else.
taro, who had already been looking at draco that he’s surprised he couldn’t feel him like a mouse in the dark as the car lurks around the corner. it’s honestly a flood of relief, and the blond pushes his way through the army of death eaters to find himself reaching, but never quite touching, taro.
‘’ what are you doing here? ‘’ it’s more of worry and less of accusation, he finds himself looking around and whispering ; like someone here would know the fact that draco malfoy is hot for teacher and that those nights he’d spent studying were the way taro’s muscles moved under taut and hot skin and not so much the defense against the dark arts. but time is a foolish thing and he can hear his father calling him across the room, and those death eaters, like minions, seem to part their path like the sea so his father can see him, and there is only concern at first, his voice calling again but draco’s ears are ringing...
because taro’s a bold man ; a god who is hardly afraid. he must have sensed how uncomfortable draco really was, because when lucius’s words drip of turpentine and venom like the snake he is, he blurs out for a moment only to be brought back by the fact taro has wrapped an arm around him and pulled him in close. he doesn’t hear much, can see the disappointment on his father’s face ; the disgust as his pure blooded son stands so close to this other male who has clearly left his mark. if only father knew exactly what happened in the dark, he wouldn’t be parading draco around that damn manor like he was some saint.
draco catches his father’s eye, unaware that by habit alone he’s found himself against taro’s side, fingers slipped into his back pocket, and he can practically feel taro beaming at this - he’s always known how much lucius has hated this. so now he’s rubbing it in the elder malfoy’s face, and draco can’t even stop it. a dangerous, dangerous road this has lead him to - being in so deep. but that’s how tragic stories always begin, right? a mortal with a god. with fingers at his side offering a small squeeze, draco lifts up his chin, a newfound confidence. ‘’ yes, father ----- is there something that you needed? ‘’
