The bed was creaking. Lucius would have to buy Draco a better one, a sturdier one. There came a soft moan from behind the closed doors and then a sharp gasp. Lucius had been waiting for that moment. He didn't have to open the door to know what was going on behind it. He had been the one who initiated the whole interaction.
Sitting outside of Draco's bedroom, Lucius forced himself to listen to the sounds coming from within, for it was the only way he could ever rid himself of this damnable obsession. The sounds hurt him terribly and with each emotional stab through his heart, he hoped to feel his love lessening.
Not, of course, the love a father should have for his son, but the love an admirer feels for his obsession. Draco was Lucius' blessing and bane. When Draco was born, Lucius had felt more than joyous. A healthy heir had been what he needed. When Draco was a child, Lucius had been all too eager to teach his son all that he knew, from curses to Quidditch to strategy. He had taught the boy to use his head and his wand, never his heart. That had been what Lucius had needed at that time; a distraction from the carnage the Dark Lord had wrought within his life. Draco was a stabilizing point, he was kin and he could easily be molded. Lucius adored Draco's adoration, loved the way the boy looked up at him, admiring him.
But when Draco turned seventeen, everything began to fall apart. Lucius had found the boy sprawled across his bed one evening. His son's door had been unlocked and Lucius had to discuss Draco's future with him. Oh, if only Lucius could go back to the past, to that point where he didn't enter that bedroom to find his son in such a position. But there was no way to rid his mind of the images that came far too quickly to him. Pale flesh, laying spread eagle upon the four-poster bed, the way Draco's muscles tensed as his fine hand stroked his hardening shaft. What destroyed Lucius was not the image. Masturbating was perfectly normal. But the deep-seated lust in Draco's eyes as he gazed upon his shocked father was not, in any sense, normal. Nor was the whispered "father" that came from Draco's soft, too, too red lips.
Lucius had been left with two options at that point. One was to run from the room, to run and never speak to Draco about this incident, to never question his son about any of the boy's thoughts or perversions. He should have taken that option.
But Draco compelled him to come forward, to lay his own fine hands upon that perfect skin of his son's. Draco always knew how to entice others. The boy had grown into a young man under the tutelage of his father and he had learned far too much of Lucius' own ensnaring of people. It wasn't until much later afterwards that Lucius thought about the unlocked door; Draco rarely forgot about the small details, much like his father.
But rational thoughts slipped quickly through Lucius' mind, sliding away as his own skin longed to touch his son's. He knew that such touches were wrong, he knew the penalties. Lucius was not an amoral individual. But Draco's eyes continued to pry away at his defenses, looking at Lucius in pure lust as his mouth parted to breathe the older man's name over and over again.
Draco was lust personified when his back arched just so, allowing Lucius to slide his hands underneath the boy, giving him the needed support so Draco's hands could continue to fondle his own beautiful cock.
Lucius bent low, his tongue going out to touch his son's lips, kissing them first before his mouth enclosed around Draco's own. Draco was relaxed in the kiss where Lucius was tense, his own tongue working against Lucius', trying to draw his father in deeper while pushing his tongue into Lucius' own mouth. Lucius was the one who broke away first, needing the air and trying to keep sane amidst a sea of lust and hormones. This was his son for the love of Salazar! This was what he had created through an act much like the one he desired to perform with the boy. This was beyond terrible and yet, it was also breathtaking. Lucius was never subdued by his need. He took what he wanted and if he did not want, he left alone. Until now, morals had never gotten in his way of his lust. Draco, however, wanted this. Such was dangerously obvious and that was wearing Lucius' resolve down to the bone. What Draco wanted, Lucius gave and gave until he could give no more. Draco was all consuming and his eyes made it clear where Lucius stood at this point. So Lucius bent his head low once again and kissed his son, tasting the boy's saliva and teeth, and running his tongue along those sharp canines, so much like his own. When the kiss broke, Lucius was breathless and Draco was panting but it was Lucius who continued his need by running his tongue up along Draco's jawbone, tasting the boy's sweat and anticipation.
Draco's hands were kept busy with ridding his father of his outer robes. Nimble fingers undid the clasps, pulling at the fabric until it was a bundle of forgotten linen on the floor. Lucius barely noticed such work as his mind stayed upon his need to consume. Draco was willing to give himself utterly to the whims of his father and yet, it was Lucius who had opted to give of his own self. For Draco, he would perform this deed, and for his own needs, he would enjoy doing so.
Lucius' mouth ended on Draco's neck, biting playfully at the skin, making a red mark where he sucked and bit. Draco was too quick to bruise, like Lucius. Lucius' hands made their way down his son's chest, feeling the taut skin over the sharp ribs, touching his son's stomach and then moving up to the boy's erect nipples. He played with them, pinched them, made Draco giggle and then cry out as the boy's straining erection twitched in need. The boy was sensitive about his chest. Again, much like Lucius was.
But Lucius didn't allow Draco to know this. He was doing this for Draco's pleasure, just for Draco. That's what he told himself and that was the only idea he allowed himself to believe in while he dealt with the insanity. Draco was perfect underneath Lucius' fingertips. He moaned, whimpered, and continued his fevered whisperings of Lucius' name as his father shifted himself between Draco's legs. The boy's mouth opened, gasping for air as Lucius' mouth came down upon just the tip of his prick. His father's tongue was skillful, far too skillful for a man that seemed far too dominant to ever suck a cock in his life. This thrilled Draco more than it should have, hoping that he was the first and yet, if he wasn't, pleased with the enjoyment that his father would submit to him in such a way without any complaints or bickering. Yet, he wanted more. It was the Malfoy nature to always want more but Draco would be damned if he would voice such thoughts. Instead, he pushed his hips forward, trying to bury his aching need into his father's mouth and down his throat. Lucius easily recognized Draco's want but he did not take more than just the head into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip. He would deny Draco this only for the sake of giving his son more later on. He did not wish the beautiful boy to reach his climax too soon. Draco had wanted this, so he must deal with all this coupling came with, no matter how great the need.
Lucius moved his mouth from his son's cock, taking a quick moment to shed his trousers and shirt. The moment seemed to last an eternity to Draco who was left just upon the edge. His hands had been gently pried away from his shaft by Lucius and he took this as no longer being able to touch himself. Lubricant, a necessary evil, was summoned and Lucius took his own time in making sure his fingers were properly coated. If he was to do this, he would do this right and give his son as much pleasure as possible with as little pain as needed. A long, manicured finger was pushed inside of Draco. He encountered some friction around his knuckle but soon the digit was encompassed inside of his son and he was allowed to rotate it slowly, stretching out the boy.
Draco groaned with abandon at the feeling of being invaded, however small or thin the invasion, and he begged for more using no words but by pushing his arse down upon Lucius' finger. Using the last of his failing rationalities, Draco hurriedly grabbed one of the pillows on his bed and handed it to his father. Lucius wasted no time in placing the pillow underneath his son's waist, making sure that the boy was level before inserting his second finger, making sure the lube covered around the boy's arsehole.
Draco's jaw clenched down hard, his need building even more so and he yearned to yell at his father to take him then. His body was sweating but that was easily ignored in favour of the pleasure that was building up within him. When Lucius pushed in the third finger, Draco could stand it no longer. His control was not like Lucius', and the boy widened his legs, his desire clearly showing. When Lucius' fingers left Draco, he felt the loss all too keenly. Of course, he knew what would come next but he wanted to make sure that his father wouldn't have a change of heart and suddenly leave him in such a state. He should have known his father better. Lucius thrust inside of him, entering the boy in a single thrust, making Draco cry out in pain and bliss of being filled in such a way. His back arched and his elbows had to support his body from falling back down. His head tilted back, soft blond hair hitting the pillow as Lucius pulled out only to push back inside of his son, forcing the boy forward with the uncustomary roughness.
Draco trusted Lucius to know where to thrust, to know how to take him in such a manner as to leave his son begging for more even after the coupling was complete. Lucius rarely disappointed anyone but even Draco couldn't know that such a coupling would make him scream to the heavens above, or pry out such words as "love" and "daddy" and "fuck me" from his lips. Such profanity rarely came from Draco and Lucius, for his part, was silent. The only sign that he was enjoying what Draco was yelling was his willingness to penetrate his son deeper and harder. Draco bucked with his father, easily finding the rhythm. This was what he had truly desired. Not so much the coupling, but the need to be one with his father once more, to taste that perfection the way he had come to taste his own. Lucius desired far more from Draco. He desired himself and he could hear his own soft moans joining with Draco's own as he took the boy.
He desired his son's perfection that mirrored his own. He desired his son's pleasure and only Draco could truly give that to him. Lucius took him with abandon, his arms going underneath Draco's back, pulling him up so that they could share a heated kiss as they were joined. Draco's teeth found Lucius' neck and he bit down hard, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to give his father a red mark, much like the one Lucius had given his son. In response to that, Lucius' hand slipped down his son's body and grasped ahold of Draco's hard prick. He stroked twice and then squeezed the tender organ with each thrust of his hips. Draco cried out once again as his hands tightened around his father's back, his nails making red trails across Lucius' skin. There was pain, of course, but in the heat of desire, the feeling paled considerably. With every squeeze and every thrust, both Malfoys became more lost in themselves. Draco, wanting more of his father within him and Lucius, desiring more of Draco's sweet noises and croons of delight.
It wasn't long before Lucius felt Draco's cock spasm madly in his hand and the sticky wetness that covered his palm and stomach was ignored for the clenching of his son's inner muscles that pushed upon Lucius' own groin. His seed shot up into Draco and the older man held tightly onto his son as his own breaths were fast and short.
Draco's mouth came down upon his own and they shared another kiss before sinking back down upon the soft bed. Days later, everything fell apart once again as Lucius, racked with guilt for what he thought he did to his son, came to the realization that Draco should not be his in such a way. Draco's pleasure had come first but now that he could think straight and see his son in a rational way, Lucius wanted only for Draco's future. And how could his son have a future with his father, which should be a part of his past?
Draco's advances were plentiful after that night but Lucius took pains to ignore them, to go out of his way to avoid his son and when he began to feel horrid due to the loss of Draco, he opted to go another route.
So there Lucius sat, right outside his son's bedroom, listening to his heir entice another to his bed. Lucius had invited Snape over to the Manor, to tutor his most precious possession in highly advanced and deadly potions. Severus had always taken far too strong a liking toward Draco and Lucius had never liked that. He prayed that the pain of hearing the two having sex would pass soon and would take this ungodly love for his son with it. He simply could not bear for his son to live in the sin that plagued his nights and dreams. He would not allow Draco to fantasize about Lucius. That was a punishment Lucius would take upon himself, cursing his mind and body for betraying him with thoughts of a soft warm body, so much like his own.
It would be better for Draco to be with Snape, he told himself as he sat in silence. It would be better for them both. What Lucius didn't hear was Draco's soft whisperings of his father's name as Snape penetrated him.