Method to My Madness
Chapter One: Never a Night Where I Can Sleep Myself 'Til Day
Disclaimer: No, I was born into the body of one whom spends much of her time only WISHING she owned Harry Potter. This alluring world belongs to that of J.K. Rowling...lucky witch. :)
Warnings: Slash, Incest. LMSS, DMSS and DMLM
a/n: I'll leave notes at the start of each chapter, telling if the chapter will contain DMLM, LMSS slash or DMSS...just so you know which to expect. I've been obsessively reading other fics with these pairings and I decided to make my own. I probably won't do too well, but I'll give it a shot. Please, no flames and please, constructive criticism only. Thank you.
By the way, this chapter ships the LMSS ship but lightly. Nothing heavy. I hope you enjoy, regardless.
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'It was in the morning
when I made up my mind...
I want you staplegunned
right to my side.'
The Spill Canvas
The Malfoy Manor was always cold and Draco hated that. The house was even kept cold during winter. Sometimes, Draco would find the house to be colder than it was outside during the cold months. It was his father's decision, to do so. Sometimes, Lucius would even forbid anyone to use the fireplaces. Draco wondered what made his father's blood so cold.
This summer wasn't proving to be much different. Draco had hoped that he would have a nice summer holiday away from school, but there Draco laid. He was in his bed, tossing and turning, doing his best to stay in one general area of his large, silky bed to keep any warmth his body produced around him. He stared longingly at the flameless marble fireplace across the room. He sighed. If only.
Draco turned once more and did his best to shut his brain off. Though proving difficult, the young blonde boy eventually succeeded and fell asleep colder than he ever was on most nights...
"Severus," Lucius said the name as though it was part of a song. Lucius had Snape's arms pinned to the deep green wall behind him. The two appeared to be alone in Lucius' main office.
Lucius' eyes were on fire with lust for the man in front of him.
"Lucius," Snape spoke tartly. "Please do unhand me." Snape's eyes were hard though fear could be sensed within the black tunnels. He was not a strong man; he was quite frail and severely underweight for his height. Severus had brains but little to no brawn.
"Now why would I do that when I've got you right where I want you?" Lucius' grip tightened around Snape's small wrists. Snape let out a small gasp, his eyes filled with more evident fear. He was not ready for anything like this. He dared to not voice his desire for Lucius. And oh, how he wanted him, he just couldn't bring himself to believe that he deserved such a pleasure.
"You can't have everything you want, Lucius." Snape tried; he knew this remark wouldn't work, but he had to try, he absolutely had to.
"Have you been calling me Lucius for so long that you've forgotten that I'm a Malfoy? Of course I can have every little," Lucius paused, "or large," he paused again only to place his hand over Snape's crotch, "thing I want." Lucius smiled coyly at his desired lust-puppet.
"Unha-" Snape began to speak but was interrupted with Lucius' mouth being pressed roughly against his. As Lucius forced his tongue into Snape's mouth, he began to carefully caress Snape's northern regions. Snape squirmed and with his one free hand tried to shove Lucius' hands away only to fail. It took moments of squirming for Snape to finally pull out his wand. He stuck it into Lucius' side. Lucius froze and detached his mouth from Snape's shy mouth.
"A threat, is this?" Lucius whispered, his eyes misted over. He himself was unarmed and thus found himself to now be the prey. He stared more intently into Snape's eyes; though he did not remove his hand from Snape's other arm.
"Unhand me." Snape stated calmly, not blinking once as Lucius stared into his eyes and tried to access his mind.
"Fine," Lucius removed all hands from Snape and took a step back. Snape wanted to grab Lucius by the collar of his robes and kiss the man in fire, but managed admirably to hold himself. He turned and slowly left the room.
"I'll have you one day." Lucius murmured, staring at the place where Snape had just been standing.
Draco snapped out of sleep. That dream had been reoccurring throughout his summer break. It was somewhat unnerving, however, with each time this sequence played within his mind, he felt more and more lustful towards both Snape and his father. The fact that he had admitted to himself that he wanted to touch his father was more alarming than everything put together.
He decided it was probably inevitable. Whether this thought was neurotic or not, he didn't care - it kept him from pulling at his own hair in disgust with himself. Lucius was an obviously desirable man as was Draco; it was only a matter of time before one would want to touch the other. Right?
A light ache snapped Draco from his thoughts. He knew instantly what was aching - his 'member'. Again. Draco looked down at himself slowly and carefully slipped his silky white hand into his winter pajama bottoms. He stroked himself lightly with no real desire to actually find himself participating in masturbation.
As he lightly caressed his pet, he decided he would somehow make this dream stop... stop his morning-wood from reoccurring so often...and ultimately put an end to his lust for his father and Potion's Master.