Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and
situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not
limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner
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Summary: The seduction of Draco Malfoy. Lucius introduces Draco to some
chemical relaxation, and Draco learns that paradise is often in the eye of the
beholder.
Pairings: Lucius/Draco
Categories: Angst, PWP, First-Time, Incest
Notes: Thank you very much to Erin for the beta. This story was written
for the Malfoy Fuh-Q Fest, using the
following scenario: "(someone) wakes up and doesn't exactly remember the
night before." WARNINGS: Contains graphic scenes of incest between a father
and his sixteen-year-old son, which may also be considered scenes of
questionable consent. This is *not* a conventional love story. Caveat lector.
.....
If Draco had to narrow the change in his life down to a specific day, he guessed he'd say it started on the eve of his sixteenth birthday.
He'd just come home from Vin's house, swept on the wings of the portkey his father had sent with him to make sure he'd be home by curfew. The windows outside the front parlor where he appeared were very dark, the frost crusting around their edges in delicate starburst patterns that reflected the light from the fireplace inside. In deference to the season -- the official forecast called it a mild winter, but you'd never know it from the weather -- the fire had been stoked to an inferno in the massive hearth, instantly baking the air from his lungs as he breathed.
His father was sitting against one corner of the frosted white couch, with his latest acquisition sprawled half across his lap. The buttons at the front of his broad-sleeved white shirt were undone, revealing his lightly furred chest in varying degrees of detail as a small brunette head moved over him, lapping lightly at his nipples.
Draco bit down hard on his lower lip and looked away. "Where's Mum?"
Lucius glanced up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "Visiting your aunt. She promised she'd be back in time for your party tomorrow." He closed his eyes briefly as the head hovering over him moved to the other side of his chest. "Did you and Vincent have a good time tonight?"
"It was all right." Draco turned to go upstairs to his room, feeling a slow burn of irritation slither through him. It wasn't like he had any illusions that his parents were faithful to one another, but at least his mother wasn't so fucking obvious about it.
"A moment, Draco." The sharpness in his father's tone brought him up short, and Draco turned reluctantly, keeping his eyes on the floor.
"What?" He really was very tired.
"It's after midnight now, officially. That means you're sixteen, right?"
A glance at the clock showed that it was twelve-oh-one. "That's right." He wouldn't put it past his father to have honestly forgotten how old he was turning this year.
"Practically a man, then." Lucius' voice was approving. "Come over here and sit with us for a while."
It was not a request. There was a note in his father's voice that Draco didn't particularly like, but he obeyed it anyway, knowing perfectly well that it wouldn't do him any good to refuse. Lucius Malfoy had a way of getting what he wanted, one way or another.
Feeling awkward, Draco sat at the far end of the sofa, unable to keep from glancing curiously at his father's whore du jour. She was a young one this time, only a couple of years older than he was -- if that -- with shoulder-length brown hair and smooth white skin. He couldn't see her face from this angle, but he had no doubt she would be as strikingly beautiful as all the others. When it came to his physical entertainments, Lucius Malfoy had very little imagination.
"Do you like her, Draco?" Lucius' voice had roughened slightly, and he was looking at Draco with a small half-smile now, as if they were sharing the punch line of some private joke. His eyes were dilated, almost black against the flush of his skin, and Draco shifted restlessly, uncomfortable at seeing his father in a state of such obvious arousal.
"She's... very nice." Like he was remarking on a new piece of furniture. God, his life was fucked up. He was quite certain that Vin and Greg never sat around with their parents discussing the desirability of newly purchased whores.
Lucius' smile sharpened, like a shark scenting blood in the water. His eyes were still heavy-lidded with pleasure, lazy and complacent, but there was something intent in the way they focused on Draco now that made him feel uncomfortable. It wasn't a secret in this house that Lucius had a fondness for certain... ah, stimulants... that had a side effect of lowering inhibitions even as they heightened physical pleasure.
With one hand, Lucius gave the girl in his lap a nudge in Draco's direction. The girl turned without any visible hesitation and edged across the length of the couch toward him, hair sliding in a rhythmic wave against one side of her face as she moved. She kept her eyes lowered, but Draco could still see the faint shadow of a bruise across one elegantly shaped cheekbone.
"Happy birthday, son." Lucius' voice was softly amused.
Well, this was certainly different. One thing Draco had always heard stressed whenever they had guests come to visit was that no one touched Lucius' whores but Lucius. It was as much a rule as keeping your feet off the furniture or not consorting with Mudbloods.
"Dad...." he protested, not knowing quite how to react to the proffered "gift". The girl's body was warm and strangely fragile-feeling as it pressed up against his own, like he could break her in two with his bare hands without half trying. A small hand insinuated itself underneath his robe to settle over his chest, warm against the rapid beating of his heart.
And really, it wasn't like he hadn't thought about his dad's whores sometimes in the past, but he was relatively certain this wasn't what he'd imagined his first real sexual experience would be like. Not that he was exactly a virgin, all things considered. After all, he indulged in self-pleasure fairly regularly, and he'd... fantasized... on more than one occasion. So okay, maybe that did make him a virgin, but surely that wasn't something to feel ashamed of, even for a newly-turned-sixteen-year-old Malfoy.
"You're a man now. It's high time you started acting like one," Lucius said, as if that settled the matter. Which it did, actually. And then, "Here."
Draco turned to see Lucius holding out a small grey vial with one hand, eyes glittering softly in the light from the fire. Draco hesitated, having a pretty fair idea what his father was offering him -- a taste of the "spice" that had been making rounds through the upper echelons of the wizarding world for the past few years, mainly at parties that he wasn't old enough to go to. He didn't know whether to be excited or unsettled by the idea, but before he could make up his mind, Lucius dipped a finger into the jar and smeared a small amount of the viscous liquid across his parted lips.
Draco's tongue flickered out reflexively, brushing across Lucius' finger as it withdrew. Already, he could feel the potion tingling through his body, and damn, this stuff worked fast, didn't it? Lucius was smiling now, looking pleased, and Draco settled back against the corner of the couch as the tension bled out of him, feeling a faint buzzing sensation start up in the back of his head. It was a far more pleasant experience than when he and Greg had shared that stolen bottle of firewhiskey last summer, which he still remembered with a fair amount of awe.
"That's it," Lucius said approvingly, and Draco relaxed still further, licking the residual traces of the potion off his lips. There were hands moving across his chest now, parting his robes, and he felt his body thrum under them, letting his head fall bonelessly against the back of the couch. The girl -- whoever she was -- was really very talented, and he could already feel himself hardening under her ministrations.
The girl was on her knees on the floor in front of him now, framed between his spread thighs, and yeah, he could begin to see where this was going. Feeling a tremor of excitement move through him, he settled even further back against the corner of the couch, sliding the fingers of one hand into her hair. How many people got the chance to share his father's whores, anyway? Not bloody many, he'd figure.
The first touch of her mouth against his cock just about made him levitate from his seat, and he heard his father chuckling somewhere off to his right, sounding mighty damned pleased with himself. Draco set his jaw and determined to keep a tighter reign on his reactions, not wanting to look so much like the virgin he was. He could feel Lucius' eyes on him, warm and heavy, and maybe he'd been wrong in his assumptions about his father's imagination. Apparently it was just as much of a turn-on for him to watch his whore servicing another man, and how kinky was that?
Then there was nothing but heat and wet and good until Draco felt like his mind had been squeezed out through his ears, relieving him of any higher brain function altogether. His orgasm hit him with the force of Avada Kedavra, much sooner than he would have liked but still more than satisfying in his limited experience. Sinking down bonelessly into the cushions after he was done, he peeled open one sluggish eyelid and saw that his father was watching him with that same unnervingly intent expression he'd worn earlier.
"Well done, son," Lucius said quietly, and smiled. His eyes trailed over Draco's face, lingering over the heated flush of his skin.
Draco pulled his robes closed around him, feeling his face go warm under the rare gift of his father's approval. His skin prickled dryly in the heat from the fire. "Thanks."
Still feeling somewhat detached from the room around him, he gave his lips one last swipe with his tongue and stumbled to his feet. Not a virgin anymore, and he chortled inwardly, looking forward to telling the tale to his friends when he got back to Hogwarts after the winter break. After a last murmured "good night" to his father, he turned to go upstairs to bed, without sparing a glance for the whore kneeling on the floor behind him.
He could feel Lucius' eyes trailing after him long after he'd gone.
********
Yes, that had definitely been the start of it. Although of course he hadn't had the chance to recognize an actual pattern until later that year, after he returned home for the summer.
At first things had seemed more or less normal, with his father caught up in avoiding inquiries from the Ministry about the more esoteric Dark Arts items rumored to be in his possession, and his mother spending her days attending various social events and complaining about the heat. Draco had never had much of a relationship with her, as she'd always seemed more concerned about maintaining her position in wizarding society rather than building a relationship with him.
Basically, it meant Draco was left to his own devices, and took to spending almost all of his free time with Vin and Greg. If anything, time had taught him that it was best to make himself scarce during the tedium of the summer months, especially when his father seemed preoccupied by outside events.
Then came the night when his mother left for Essex for one of her ubiquitous charity obligations, and the two of them had the house to themselves for the length of an entire weekend. A house elf appeared in Draco's bedroom doorway not long after nightfall, telling him that his father had requested his presence downstairs. Draco sighed and got up from his bed reluctantly, tearing himself away from the Quidditch Weekly magazine he'd picked up that afternoon in Hogsmeade.
Lucius' current entertainment was male this time, a supple young beauty with raven-black hair and lightly bronzed skin. Draco couldn't help but stare when he stepped into the study where his father had summoned him. The boy was kneeling on the floor beside Lucius' desk, eyes downcast, dressed only in loose trousers and a thin gold band around his upper right arm in the shape of a coiling serpent. His bare feet looked surprisingly limber where they bent against the carpet behind him.
"Ah, Draco." Lucius looked up with a small twitch of a smile, clearly well aware of his son's interest in his latest acquisition.
"Yes, Father?" Draco had to tear his eyes away from the half-naked boy kneeling on the floor, and felt a tingle of resentment at the amusement he saw glimmering in his father's eyes. Determinedly, he forced himself not to look at the boy again. He wasn't a child, damn it. Nor was he innocent enough that the sight of the whores that appeared out of the woodwork whenever his mother was absent could faze him.
At least not visibly.
Lucius leaned back in his chair and let his smile deepen, making it perfectly clear that he understood every thought that was flitting through his son's mind. Draco scowled inwardly; he hated that he was that transparent, especially around his father, whom he honestly took great pains to impress on a day-to-day basis.
"It's been a hell of a month." Lucius rubbed at his eyes, looking honestly tired. Draco felt a spike of resentment toward the Ministry for putting his father through this, and toward the Weasleys in particular. He knew perfectly well who was spearheading this latest investigation into his father's affairs.
"You should rest for a while." Draco moved into the room to stand beside his father's chair, glancing briefly at the papers spread across the desk. "They're not going to send anyone here over the weekend."
"No," Lucius agreed. He gave Draco a mischievous look from under his lashes and crooked one corner of his mouth up in a small grin. "I was actually just about to treat myself to a nightcap. Would you like one?"
Draco nodded, surprised. He couldn't remember his father ever asking to drink with him before. Feeling warmed by the offer, he moved to sit in a nearby armchair while Lucius stood up to fetch their drinks.
Ice clinked against crystal at the wet bar, and then Lucius returned with two glasses half-filled with a dark amber liquid. Draco accepted his with a murmur of thanks and settled back in his chair. He hoped rather fervently that his utter lack of sophistication wouldn't reveal itself, because he had absolutely no idea what it was they were drinking. It sure didn't look like firewhiskey.
Lucius sat back down in the chair at his desk and rummaged around in a left-hand drawer, emerging after several moments with a small, smoke-colored decanter. He tipped two drops of the viscous liquid into his glass, then held the vial out to Draco, raising one eyebrow questioningly.
Draco didn't hesitate to hold out his own glass, and he felt a subdued burst of pride at the approving smile Lucius gave him as the shimmering drops dissolved into his drink. Of course he knew what the potion was -- the distinctive "spice" his father had shared with him once before -- and he felt another flash of pride at the thought that Lucius would have chosen to share it with him twice.
"So," Lucius said, settling back in his chair. His eyelids went heavy when he took a sip of his drink. "What shall we drink to?"
Draco hesitated only briefly before sipping from his own glass. The drink was spicy and dark-flavored, stinging the skin of his lips as he swallowed. "To victory," he said coarsely, thinking of his family's present administrative war with Arthur Weasley.
Lucius looked as if he approved. "To victory," he agreed with a tight-lipped smile. Glancing at the whore kneeling beside him, he reached out and trailed a finger down the slope of the boy's smooth jaw. The boy didn't so much as flinch at the contact, keeping his eyes rooted firmly on the floor.
"What do you think of our newest employee, son?" Lucius asked. His grin took on a somewhat sharper edge when he said the words.
Draco swallowed thickly, wondering how to respond. Truth was, he liked this one a lot better than the last, mainly because of his own preference for the male gender. His sexual leanings had never been a source of shame for him, but it was common knowledge that Lucius' whores were off-limits, under pain of incurring his father's not inconsiderable wrath. He'd once heard a story of how Marcus Avery had forced an encounter with one of Lucius' favorites a few years back -- the whore had promptly disappeared from the grounds never to be seen again, and surely the tales of what Lucius had done to Avery couldn't all be true, now could they?
"He's lovely," Draco said after a moment, much as he would have commented on a new painting his father had just had hung in the great hall.
Lucius looked amused, and again Draco was struck by that sense of transparency, of his feelings being an open book under his father's watchful eye. "It's all right to admit you like him, Draco. I bought him for you."
Draco stared at his father in surprise. "For me?"
Lucius nodded, still smiling. "His name's Danny." He nudged the whore's shoulder with the back of one hand. "Go say hello to Draco."
The boy crossed the small distance between the two chairs with fluid grace, moving on his hands and knees. Draco watched him come, held transfixed by the sight of supple muscles moving underneath bronzed skin. He couldn't be much older than Draco himself was, which seemed to be a trend of his father's lately.
"How may I serve you?" the boy asked in a low voice, rising to his knees in front of Draco without taking his eyes from the floor. Someone had certainly taken the time to train humility into this one, that was for damn sure.
God, this felt like something out of one of his more ambitious sexual fantasies. The spice circulating through Draco's system was making it difficult to think, but it sensitized his skin nicely when warm hands settled onto the curves of his knees, stroking the thumbs inward toward his inner thighs. Mmm, that felt good. Slouching slightly, he spread his knees to provide better access, taking another sip of his drink. Feeling emboldened by the potion making its way through his bloodstream, he glanced up briefly at his father.
Lucius was grinning.
It occurred to Draco fleetingly that he'd felt self-conscious at one point about indulging in these sorts of activities in front of his father, but for the life of him he couldn't remember why at the moment. All he was aware of was the dull singing under his skin, and the intense pleasure of the hands that moved over his body, wringing sensation from him stroke by heavenly stroke. He sank further back into his chair, feeling boneless, and there was a mouth on him now, hot and wet and oh, so very good. His eyes seemed to have fallen closed at some point without him being aware of it.
"That's good, Draco," Lucius' voice murmured, and it took Draco a moment to realize that the words had been spoken right next to his ear. He shivered under the tickle of the breath that touched the side of his neck as warm lips ghosted across his skin.
Then all of his attention was focused on the impending orgasm that sizzled at the base of his spine, sending sparks of electricity through every cell in his body. He felt weightless now, lighter than air, and someone had taken his glass from his hand at some point but he didn't care. His fingers dug into the arms of his chair as he arched into Danny's oh-so-talented mouth, and the sudden press of lips against his own felt somehow sinful, brazen, although he couldn't have said why. He was panting now, making noises he was sure he'd never heard himself make before, but there was a voice in his ear, murmuring to him, soothing him through the torment of the pleasure that clawed beneath his skin.
He came with a keening wail, all pride forgotten, and there were arms around him, holding him as he fell. Lips pressed against his own again, and there was a tongue flicking deep into the recesses of his mouth, but he couldn't think, couldn't do anything other than lie there and allow his unseen benefactor to kiss away his pain.
"Ah, Draco," Lucius' voice sighed in his ear.
Draco's eyes remained closed, too heavy for him to bother opening. The world shifted dizzily around him, and the next thing he knew, he was lying in his own bed, with the sheets pulled up chastely underneath his chin.
"Good night, my son," he thought he heard his father say, and there was the faintest suggestion of lips against his brow.
********
Draco woke up the next morning feeling a bit fuzzy around the edges.
He found his father sitting in the morning parlor, reading that day's issue of the Daily Prophet. Shuffling his feet awkwardly, Draco went in to sit across from him at the table, reaching for a bagel from the silver platter there.
"Good morning," he said, without looking up from the creamed cheese he was spreading onto his breakfast.
"Good morning." Lucius scowled and rattled the paper as he turned a page. "Interest at Gringott's has just gone up another quarter percent, if you can believe it. Soon they're going to have every half-blood and Muggle-born in the country vying to invest their money there."
It certainly sounded like his father. Draco scratched absently at the back of his neck and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the dull pounding behind his temples.
"Is everything all right, Draco?"
Draco nodded. "Fine." And it was, really. He was just a little... confused. Not hung over exactly, but still not completely there. "Where's Danny?"
"Sleeping. Did you want me to have someone send for him?"
"No," Draco said, a little too quickly. He looked up to find his father gazing at him with what looked like an honestly worried air. "It's just... I don't remember too much about last night."
Lucius smiled. "That's normal," he said, sounding relieved. "I wouldn't worry about it."
"I didn't see that stuff affecting you that way." Impossible not to sound just a little bit affronted, especially since his father seemed to be his usual immaculate self this morning while Draco felt like something scraped off the underside of a broom after a particularly nasty Quidditch accident.
"Well, I've had a bit more time to build up a tolerance for it." No need to specify what "it" was. Lucius turned back to his paper with another small smile. "Believe me, everyone reacts that way their first few times."
First few times? Did that mean he was going to let Draco share his spice again sometime? The thought made Draco feel warm inside, because minor morning-after discomforts aside, last night had been one hell of a ride as far as he could remember.
"Okay, then." He turned back to his breakfast, feeling somewhat better.
And if his rather sketchy memories of last night brought up some issues he really wasn't comfortable addressing at the moment, well... at least he could pretend they hadn't happened.
********
The following night found him lying supine across the foot of his father's bed without any clear recollection of how he'd gotten there.
Of course, he remembered sitting down in the study with Lucius the way they'd done the previous night. Lucius had poured them drinks again, not even stopping to ask Draco if he wanted any of the spice before he added it this time. Draco couldn't help feeling a thrill at his father's easy trust of him; he was being treated like an equal now, like someone worthy of his father's time. Not that that was entirely a novel experience, but still, it was rare enough to be noted.
True to his father's word, the spice had hit him somewhat less strongly this time around, leaving him free to enjoy the faint whisper of heightened senses buzzing at the back of his mind without completely overwhelming him in the process. Around him, the room felt sharper, clearer, but at the same time distant as if he were viewing it through a pane of glass. He felt like he was at the top of the world looking down, giddy and powerful.
Somewhere between Danny's sinfully decadent kisses and his own rather enthusiastic libido, he found himself agreeing distractedly when his father suggested they take this somewhere more comfortable. He'd allowed himself to be guided, still feeling rather drunk on the joy of spice and sex and the heady awareness of his father's approbation.
Which led to him being here, no doubt, although he still couldn't remember exactly how that decision had come about. Still, he wasn't one to split hairs over something so trivial, especially not when Danny's obvious talent was being put to such good use. That boy's mouth was to die for.
Lucius lay sprawled out beside him on the bed, head propped up on one hand. His eyes were warm and dark as they stared down into Draco's face. He trailed his fingers over his son's jaw, and Draco turned in toward the caress, wanting more.
Lucius chuckled lightly, brushing two fingertips over Draco's bottom lip. Draco opened to them reflexively, and moaned when they stroked in across his tongue, shocking him with yet another precious drop of spice. "How's that?" Lucius murmured to him, fluttering a kiss across his jaw.
"Good," Draco panted, pressing his hips up into Danny's attentions. "So good."
Lucius chuckled again, and there was something rich and dark about the sound that sizzled straight along Draco's already overtaxed nerves. He hissed when Lucius' hand settled on the curve of his ribs, feeling as if he'd been scalded. And just when had he taken his shirt off, anyway? Lucius' two fingers slipped inside his mouth again, and Draco suckled on them, twining his tongue around and between them to clean them of every last beautiful drop of spice.
He wasn't so far gone that he didn't realize what was happening. Lucius was touching him, and not in an entirely paternal way. For the first time, it occurred to him that his father's apparent kink might not be watching his whores service other men, but in watching his son get serviced by his whores. Draco wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, but he wasn't about to object when the results made him feel this good.
"Draco," Lucius said, and he sounded a bit breathless now. He thrust his fingers gently into Draco's mouth, massaging his tongue in slow, hypnotic circles. The feeling was electric, and Draco moaned again. He felt heavy, like his bones were melting into the mattress beneath him, and suddenly it seemed far less important just who was doing this to him. He wanted more, hungered for it, ached with the need to be touched more, everywhere, now.
"More," he whispered, and Lucius edged closer beside him, enfolding him in his heat. The scent of him was cool and sharp, like winter wine on a snowy day, and the soft platinum weight of his hair gleamed silver in the light of the candles that adorned the edges of the room.
"My Draco," Lucius sighed, and Draco curled into his embrace, only vaguely aware of the fact that Danny had disappeared sometime over the past several moments. He could feel his heart beating with each shuddering breath, hard and needful, and the echo of it seemed to shiver through him, heightening his already near-unbearable need.
"Please," he said, clutching at his father's hair, and Lucius rolled forward against him with a sigh, pressing the hard lengths of their arousals together. The weight of him scalded like heat, like flame, and there was a sense to him of the forbidden that skittered like bared nails along Draco's nerves. Forbidden and his, and when had Malfoys ever bowed to convention when their own desires were in question?
"Father," he murmured, and Lucius made a choked sound next to his ear, holding him that much tighter. And it felt so good to have his father pressed against him in this way, to be so utterly possessed, and Lucius was beautiful and powerful and wonderful in a way Draco had never before imagined. "You're beautiful," he said, speaking without thinking, and the answering puff of air across the side of his neck sounded amused at his audacity.
"So are you," Lucius said, stroking a hand back over his hair. He nuzzled at the side of Draco's nose, inhaling the scent of him. "My beautiful, beautiful boy."
And then Lucius was kissing him, and Draco opened to it readily, feeling his father's tongue slide over his own with unavoidable purpose, stroking hard across the roof of his mouth. If Lucius smelled good, he tasted even better, and Draco arched up against him, begging without words for what his body needed.
He was too close to the edge for it to last for long, and with a last strangled gasp, he came. His seed spurted all over both their stomachs, dripping down between his thighs, and even as he floated blissfully free in the aftermath of his orgasm, he stammered, "I'm s-sorry. I didn't mean--"
"Shh." Lucius soothed him with a kiss on the center of his forehead, smoothing his hair away from his face. Such tender, graceful hands his father had. Draco stared at them for what seemed like a long while, trying to memorize the milky smoothness of the long fingers. How had he never noticed that his father had beautiful hands?
Lucius chuckled again, and it was a raw, rare sound of what seemed to be honest happiness. He flickered his tongue over the rise of Draco's cheekbone and breathed out heavily against him. "I love the color your skin turns when you come."
Draco sighed contentedly, shifting his hips under the feel of warm fingers tracing through the sticky mess on his belly. Everywhere his father touched him, he felt good.
"How much do you love me, Draco?" Lucius' voice was soft now, and Draco drew in a breath sharply when the slickened fingers on his belly dropped down between his thighs to stroke across the warm cleft behind his balls. Lucius' arm around his shoulders tightened. "Do you love me as much as I love you?"
And yes, there was something incongruous about discussing a father's love for his son in such intimate circumstances, but Draco couldn't bring himself to care. "Love you," he sighed, lifting his head to nuzzle at his father's jaw. He pressed a series of small kisses there, wanting to taste him. "Always love you."
Lucius hugged him tightly in reward for the declaration, and one of the fingers at Draco's cleft pressed inward slightly, breaching the entrance to his body. Draco couldn't help tensing at the intrusion, but he forced himself to relax, knowing this was what his father wanted.
"That's it," Lucius murmured against the side of his face, pressing deeper.
It felt... odd, but the combination of the spice and Draco's recent mind-blowing orgasm allowed his father's finger to slide in without too much difficulty. Draco closed his eyes to slits, concentrating on the sensation of being filled this way. It wasn't unpleasant by any means, and the lingering sensitivity of his nerve endings made every slow stroke within him feel excruciatingly sensual.
There were two fingers in him now, and he was moving his hips in a slow rise and fall over them without really thinking about it. They brushed up against something within him that made him want to weep from the intensity of it, and he'd heard about this in sex education class but he'd had no idea it would feel this good when he actually tried it for himself.
"So beautiful," Lucius said breathlessly, and he'd pulled back so he could look down at Draco now, propping himself up with one hand planted on the mattress next to Draco's head. Draco felt exposed and vulnerable at the blatant observation, but he couldn't deny the small tremor of pride he felt at the thought that his father would look at him and find him beautiful.
"No more than you are," he replied, panting the words out between low gasps as his body was opened for his father's use. He wanted to close his eyes to savor the pleasure of it, but that would mean looking away from his father's face, so noble and handsome and taut with concentration where it hovered above him, savoring his every reaction. Lucius' eyes were wide and spice-dark in the shadows, glancing back and forth from Draco's face to the hand moving between his thighs, as if he didn't know which deserved his attention more.
Then the fingers were gone, and Draco had only a moment to whimper at their absence before something wider and blunter moved to take their place. There was strain between Lucius' brows now, and Draco reached up to smooth it away, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
"It's okay," he whispered, shivering as Lucius kissed him once on the side of his jaw.
"Draco," Lucius breathed, and thrust into his son's body.
It felt more than Draco had been expecting, and he held his breath for a long moment, letting himself grow accustomed to the experience of being filled so utterly. It hurt, just a little, but even that was just another layer of the sensation that drifted through him, whiting out the world around him until he could barely breathe through the perfection of it. He was hard again, and already his body was screaming at him for release.
Lucius pulled out of him slowly, then pushed in again, and Draco wrapped his legs around him, wanting to hold him as close as he possibly could. It felt so good, so right, even as it made him feel naughty and decadent and somewhat depraved. Because this was his father fucking him, his father fucking him, and it should have bothered him, perhaps, that it all seemed so very easy. Except that it was easy, and he found himself wondering why the hell they hadn't thought to do this before.
Lucius was panting now, and there was something thrilling about seeing his father lose control this way, knowing that he was the cause of it. Lucius, who loved him and thought him beautiful. Draco groaned low in his throat and arched his hips off the sheets, giving himself up to the rhythm of their bodies. So good, so good, and he never wanted this to end, wanted it and dreaded it at the same time, because coming would mean that it would stop and he wasn't sure his father would ever be willing to do this with him again.
"God," he gasped, pressing his face into his father's hair, and Lucius hugged him hard as he thrust into him, taking him fast and hard as he mouthed heated kisses onto his ear. It was dizzying, breathtaking, and before long Draco let out a cry of mingled relief and disappointment when his orgasm finally snapped free within him, stealing his voice in a shout that seemed half-curse and half reverential exultation. "God, God, Lucius!"
He lay lax while Lucius continued taking his own pleasure, hard body strung with an urgency Draco wished he could kiss from him inch by glorious inch. But for now he just lay there and held him, letting his body be used, until Lucius shuddered and thrust into him one final time, groaning out his pleasure as his body emptied itself into his son's.
They lay holding each other for a long time, until finally Lucius stirred himself to move so his body wasn't crushing Draco's so completely. Draco made a small murmur of disapproval and tightened his arms and legs around him, not wanting either of them to let go.
"Shh, all right." Lucius kissed him on the forehead and cradled Draco's head in underneath his chin, settling on his side with Draco curled against him. "I'm not going anywhere."
Satisfied, Draco closed his eyes and gave in to the siren call of sleep, feeling exhausted and sated and utterly, bone-wearyingly content.
"I love you," he whispered, and his last awareness before sleep claimed him was of his father's fingers sliding through his hair.
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He woke up the next morning in his own bed, alone. The sunlight seemed brittle as it fell in through his windows, and he flinched away from it, pulling his sheets up over his head.
Last night couldn't have been a dream. Could it?
Feeling heavy with the growing familiarity of morning-after spice-use, he finally managed to convince himself to leave the comforting haven of his bed and stumble into his bathroom to start his shower running. Running a hand over his lower stomach, he tried and failed to find any evidence of lovemaking. But that didn't have to mean anything. His father could very well have cleaned him off before transferring him to his own bed.
His father.
The thought made Draco's cheeks heat in a blush that seemed to travel the length of his body. God. His fantasies were either taking an unexpectedly twisted turn, or else there was some seriously fucked-up shit going down in the Malfoy household.
And if the soreness in his arse was anything to go by, it hadn't been a dream. Draco pondered that while he washed himself, taking extra care with the parts that seemed the most affected by last night's alleged activities.
Lucius was sitting in the front parlor again this morning, leafing through the morning paper. He didn't look up when Draco sat down and reached for a pastry off the platter the house elves had left for them.
"'Morning," Draco said, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
"Good morning," Lucius replied crisply, without looking up from his paper.
Draco had to blink back the unexpected sting of tears that rose in his eyes and tried to hide it by taking a bite of his pastry. It could have tasted like sawdust for all the pleasure he got from it. Surely his father would at least be looking at him differently if his memories from last night had really happened... wouldn't he?
They sat together in silence for a while longer before Draco just couldn't take it any longer. "Was last night a dream?" he asked, looking his father directly in the eye.
Lucius hesitated for the barest of moments before setting his paper down. The look he speared Draco with was unreadable. "To what exactly are you referring? Spice has been known to have a number of hallucinogenic side effects."
The thought almost made Draco choke on the bite of pastry he was attempting to swallow. No. No. Feeling another bitter sting of tears, he swiped at his eyes with one hand and said, "Did you make love to me last night or not?"
Lucius stared at him for what seemed a very long time. "Make love?" he said at last, as if checking to make sure he'd heard the words correctly.
Draco nodded, ignoring the heat that flamed in his cheeks. If he was wrong, his father would doubtlessly never offer him spice again.
It was another long moment before Lucius replied. "And if I did?"
The question made Draco's heart leap inside him. Not a dream after all. It was real. "Then I'd want to know..." -- and here it was more than a little difficult to get the words out, Malfoy pride be damned -- "I'd want to know when we could do it again."
Lucius' eyes seemed to darken visibly as they looked at him. He reached out to touch Draco lightly on the side of the jaw. "My brave boy," he said, smiling slightly. "I should never have doubted you."
Draco rubbed his cheek against his father's palm. "Is that why you felt you had to drug me? And tempt me with whores?"
Lucius laughed coarsely, rubbing his thumb up along his son's jaw. "Forgive me if I didn't anticipate you accepting what I wanted to do with you so readily."
"How long?" Draco glanced up at his father curiously. Seeing the puzzlement in Lucius' gaze, he clarified, "How long have you wanted me?"
Lucius' smile tightened. "Longer than would be considered proper, I'm sure. You were such a beautiful child, Draco. Such a beautiful boy."
His father's praises sang sweeter than spice underneath Draco's skin. And perhaps that would explain his father's unsettling distance these past few years, his strange reluctance to touch. Had he been afraid that his inappropriate feelings would be discovered?
"I think you're beautiful, too," Draco said with a smile, kissing his father's fingers.
And now the tension finally seemed to drain out of Lucius, loosening the taut line of his shoulders. His smile softened as he held Draco's gaze. "You never cease to surprise me, my son."
Draco gave a small shrug, standing up and moving around the table to stand at his father's side. "We're Malfoys," he said, as if that explained it all. And it did, really. The rules of the larger world had never really applied to them. Why should they start bowing to convention now?
Lucius slid an arm around Draco's waist and pulled him forward, hugging him tightly. "I love you," he murmured, and Draco wrapped both arms around his shoulders, rubbing his cheek against the top of his father's head.
"I love you, too," he whispered, basking in the sense of security he felt being cradled in his father's arms. The truth was, no one had ever loved him as his father did, nor ever would. And perhaps, in the world of deceit and avarice that Lucius inhabited, his son's love was the only true anchor he had.
Draco wondered fleetingly what his mother would think if she were to find out about the changes in their relationship, but that only steeled his resolve to ensure that she not find out. While the thought of her husband having an extramarital affair might not cause her any undue anxiety about her position in society, she would doubtlessly be disturbed by the thought that their son had taken her place in their marital bed. The thought made Draco's smile twist slightly.
"No one can know," Lucius said quietly, as if reading his son's mind. He rubbed a hand in soothing circles over Draco's back. "If we are to continue this, it must be as we have been."
"In secret," Draco agreed. He wasn't about to do anything that would risk his father being taken away from him.
The look Lucius cast up at him was approving, and Draco couldn't resist leaning down to kiss him, sliding his fingers luxuriantly through the silken fall of his hair. Lucius opened to his kiss readily, stroking hard with his tongue, and Draco sank down bonelessly into his lap, feeling his knees go weak at the sensation of it.
Lucius was chuckling when he pulled away. Touching their foreheads together, he said, "I believe I was this age once. Nothing for me was ever enough."
"I want you," Draco replied, nuzzling forward underneath his chin. He smiled when he heard Lucius' breath catch at the words. "We still have a few hours left till Mum comes home."
"So we do." Lucius' voice was amused. He kissed Draco firmly on the top of the head. "Let's make good use of it then, shall we?"
Draco could only nod as Lucius pulled him to his feet, and they paused for another lengthy kiss before moving toward the stairs to Lucius' bedroom. Draco shivered with the novelty of it, his skin singing with anticipation even without the spice to urge him on. And maybe he would never have made this choice initially without the spice's help to lower his inhibitions, but the fact remained that this was his choice, and his body, and his father who was taking him to bed. It just went to prove, he supposed, that there was nothing that could stand in the way of a Malfoy's love for his son.
Or a son's love for his father.
Finis
12/7/02
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So there it is. Either a twisted love story or the ultimate mindfuck -- you be
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