So yeah, warning, incest. Which is disgusting and never okay in real life, but sometimes works in fiction. Warning, I only wrote this because I read another one I liked, so don't blame me if it gets you stared on a really bad pairing…..

When Harry was younger, he thought it was because his father was exactly the sort of man that Harry wanted to grow up to be.

Now, aged 16, he knew better. He didn't want to be his dad, he just wanted his dad.

He was really handsome, for one thing, really handsome, muggles and witches alike swooned over him. And he was a total gentleman about it, opened doors for people, pulled out Harry's chair at the table... And he sang like frank Sinatra. God, Harry thought, there was just something about a man that could sing….he also smelled really manly, like authority. Which turned Harry on a lot.

And yeah he knew it was his dad, but that didn't stop him from shamelessly rutting into his hand, thinking about how great they would be together.

Harry never really thought they would get together of course, his dad was a true gryff, not like Harry, who secretly could have been a slytherin. His dad had principles, and honour, his dad had a lot of women eating out of his hand, even though, to Harry's knowledge, he hadn't dated anyone since Lilly died.

His dad was never going to look at him that way, apart from it being immoral and Harry's dad being above such things (in Harry's opinion) Harry just wasn't good looking enough. James was built like Hercules, and though Harry was magically very powerful, perhaps even more than his dad, he didn't look it.

Harry liked to look as good as possible when his dad got home from work. He also liked to have the house looking warm and friendly, perhaps with some music and a nice drink waiting for him.

He had spent his whole life up until now saving the world, and now, he just wanted to be a house wife.

Harry heard the door open and raced out of the kitchen to the front hall, giving his dad a hug when he got home from work. He had done this ever since he was a little kid and had no intention of stopping.

James happily hugged back, even though he thought it was a little bit odd to be honest. It was the sort of thing a five year old would do, maybe an eleven year old, and Harry had a really hard time of it when he was fifteen, but the war was over now and he was sixteen…

Somewhere in the back of his head, James believed that this was actually a developmental problem, and Harry should get….professional help. But it was the only time he allowed himself to touch his son and he couldn't deny himself that as well. James was markedly taller than Harry and looked over his sons shoulder, letting his eyes roam over Harry's legs, his tight little bum…today Harry was wearing a red t-shirt, blue shorts, and the red strappy high heals that James just adored. He couldn't help but think about his son walking around wearing nothing but them.

And with that thought, James broke away from the hug, he was always the first to do that, but he couldn't have Harry feel the hard on that James now sported.

"dinner will be ready in about five okay dad?"

"cant wait." James said as Harry went back to the kitchen and James sat down to his drink in the living room.

James thought Harry was pretty damn perfect too. He was so…sweet, supple…. James would happily spend the rest of his life like this, working in a high powered job at the ministry, coming home to find Harry looking oh so sexy, the house clean, food cooking…to be honest lilly hadn't been this good of a wife.

James was traditional, he liked that Harry was the perfect house wife. He loved that he had created Harry, moulded him from the first. Trained him, in a way. It seemed almost unfair that someone else was eventually going to take Harry away from him. But then, Harry was his in so many ways, even though he wasn't sexually. James found this thought very comforting.

Harry had a knack of somehow making James simulationsly feel like a king and like a dirty pervert. There's no way Harry would act like this if he knew. No way he would love him, respect him, even want to be in the same room with him.

Harry was just…his babe. So cute, with pouty lips and wide eyes that made him look so vunrable. James winced. He had been really trying not to admit that to himself. It was one thing to want his son sexually, to really want Harry to submit to him, was another. He would have been more okay with it, if his desire was to date Harry on an even playing field, and not to dominate him. But he did want to be at least a little dominating. He wanted to be in that ass, he wanted to give it a little bit of a spanking, (only in playfulness and only if harry were okay with ti, he would never hurt Harry). Harry was his most treasured possession.

Before he knew it, Harry was calling that dinner was ready and boy did it smell great.

James walked into the room just as Harry was bending down to get the dinner out of the over. His shorts rode up just the tiniest extra bit, and god was that sight heavenly. The bottom of his cheeks just slipped out of his shorts and James wanted nothing more than to go over there and squeeze.

Harry just had the perfect legs, the perfect ass, the perfect body really…

Harry smirked. He was looking over his shoulder, and could plainly see what James was thinking about. He felt a fire in his chest. He hadn't been wrong to think those things, to feel it, cuzz his daddy felt it too. He knew he did.

After a moment he asked; "dad?" James' head snapped up. "What?" he asked. "lost in thought? Whatcha thinking about Daddy?" All the blood ran out of his face and he stammered "n-nothing. Just thinking how good it smells." "Can you help me get it out?" his son asked. "its kinda heavy."

"sure." James said. Jesus Christ, had he really gotton away with it? He would have to be so carful in future, there was no way Harry wasn't suspicious after seeing that. His knees were wobbly, but he made his way over and got the food out, praying that his son was too naive to know what had happened. He did love Harry as a son, as a father should, he just…loved him as a lover too.

They sat down to dinner and Harry happily served him as always, before taking his own seat and asking cheerfully about James' day. Harry seemed to be in an incredibly good mood, but when James asked why Harry just said; "Just having a good day. Happy to see you."

But by the end of the meal, Harry's confidence had slipped a little. What if he were wrong? What if James really were just lost in thought in an unfortunate position? If he was, and he did something about it, it could ruin everything. But then Harry's mouth watered thinking about his father's strong arms and his smell, and how he would feel on top of Harry. Was he really willing to risk it all? He loved his dad, in all ways. He let out a mewl of frustration.

"Are you allright Harry?" his dad asked. "you were in a great mood when I got home, what's up?" James asked.

"Nothing" Harry assured him. And then he smiled. "just thinking what the chuddly cannons chances are this year."

And so they started talking quiddich, like any normal father and son, and for the moment sexual tension was gone and they just enjoyed each other's company.

After dinner, James offered to do the dishes, like always, and like always Harry refused, telling him to go and relax.

And then Harry had an idea. When his father had left the room, he put some music on. Frank Sinatra, his dad's favourite. He could hear James coming back, probably to congratulate Harry on his music taste. But he didn't get that far. James stood in the hall way leading into the kitchen watching his son dance. Harry swayed back and forth to the music, his hips moving back and forth mesmerising James. Thankfully Harry was facing the other direction, doing the dishes which somehow made it all the sexier.

But unluckily for James, or luckily depending who you asked, there was a mirror above the sink, and Harry was looking straight at him. He smirked and started to get more into it, waving his shoulders and bending his knees, sticking his hips out, a silent invitation.

James could not take his eyes off of his son, he braced himself against the wall and let his eyes drink in the sight. But all too soon the song ended and Harry turned the music off entirely, but instead of approaching him like Harry hoped he would, James just slunk away. Fuck. All Harry knew was he had been torturing himself for years over this, but if his dad wanted it too, maybe it could work. And if his dad did feel the same way, he must be going out of his mind. And Harry didn't want that for his dad, he loved him.

So, Harry took a deep breath and just decided to go for it, to hell with the consequences. He put the music back on and walked into the living room, his heels clacking on the floor. He stood right in front of James, who was sitting back on the couch.

"Want to dance, dad?" the real answer was; Fuck yes, more than anything. But James couldn't really say that. And anyways, his boy was still so innocent in so many ways…. And this was wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.

"I… think I'll sit this one out son."

"oh I didn't mean you had to get up." Harry slipped on to his father's lap, almost innocent, but for a smirk on his lips. He moved his hips slowly, teasingly, feeling his father's hard on under his bum. James let out a low, delicious moan. His eyes fluttered shut and Harry leaned back in to James' chest, feeling smug and victorious, feeling fire thought his whole body.

But then. "Harry you have to stop." "but why?" Harry pouted, he was so close. "this…it's wrong. I'm sorry if you thought I..." James licked his lips, holding in a moan. "was encouraging you. But we can't."

"but dad, we both want it besides, I know you liked it when I was dancing a few minutes ago." Harry said proudly, hips still moving.

"There's a difference between looking and touching Harry. Looking is bad enough, its…vile, wrong and disgusting. But…oh for gods sake I'm your father, get up."

"dad-"

"Harry. Stop. Now." Their was a slight pause, both of them still and silent, waiting for who was going to give in first. Well, Harry of course.

"All right dad, but I think I'm going to have an early night. You're welcome to join me if you like."

"good night Harry." James said, not looking at him. Harry sighed. "Night dad."

The next morning, James dreaded come down stairs, but Harry was acting perfectly happily, as if yesterday had never happened.

But James just couldn't. All though out work that day he was irritable, wondering what the hell he should do. He thought about sending Harry to live with the weasily's until Hogwarts started again, but just couldn't do that. He wanted to take care of his baby, and his baby might just want that too…

But god damit this was so fucking wrong, he was the parent, ergo he was the stronger one. At least he should be.

But harry had one strength James didn't have; patience. James knew he couldn't just ignore this or Harry would tease him into it somehow.

And Harry was so beautifull. So wonderful. But then a thought struck him, a dangerous one. He had brought Harry up so well, he was near perfect. Just think how well James could train him sexually. He would be totally perfect.

By the time James got back from work, he had teased himself almost to insanity. So when Harry came up to hug him, James almost lost it.

"Harry…" he breathed. " I don't want to hurt you. "Oh dad," he said, pulling away slightly and cupping James' face in his hands. "you could never hurt me, you never have and I know you never will."

James liked his lips, breathing heavily. "Harry you might think you want this now, but in a few years you wont. You'll hate me."

"oh dad, no I wont. I never could. And if in a few years, I do regret this, which I promise I wont, I will remember who started it. Dad I've wanted this for so long, for years, in fact I have never really wanted anyone else. And I felt so bad, so disgusted, until last night when I knew you felt the same."

"Harry…" James looked down at him. So beautiful. "this is wrong." He said, his eyes saying something else. Hesitantly, Harry stood on his tiptoes and kissed him. "But it feels so right."

James let out a growl. Roughly, he grasped the back of Harry's head and pushed their lips together again, the other hand going straight to Harry's arse, in-between his cheeks and stroked his hole though his boxers. Harry moaned deliciously.

James suddenly grabbed his son by the hips, and picked him up, wrapping his sons legs around his hips, the way James used to carry him, when he was 6 or so.

James stumbled up the stairs holding him like this, each step causing more and friction between their bodies. James threw him on to the bed and claimed him.

Might write one more chapter of pure smut if people like it enough….and by that I mean reveiw