Draco couldn't remember how tired he really was till he laid down on the bed in the room he grew up in; he had a brother, his one night stand was his father's doctor and he had to stay in the godforsaken Manor or week till the cottage was dealt with hurr-fucking-raying. Tossing and turning all night for the duty to his family. He fell into restless sleep but ending waking up two hours later so he got out of bed even with just his boxers walked to the library where he knew his Father's best liquor was. Sniffing the American Whiskey his father procured he got reminiscent of the times he snuck under aged filled with piss and vinegar. Collapsing ontu the couch after picking out a book with a decanter he slowly relaxed with each sip it got pretty challenging when the double vision kicked in; so entranced in his haze he didn't hear the squeaking of his father's chair as he rolled in wrapped in a robe.
"Well this is something I've seen before only without a boy on your lap."
Draco's head whirled towards him giggles as he saw two of his father's before him. "I'm not a teenager father, I prefer men that can take abuse."
Lucius takes the Decanter from him, placing it in his lap and returning back to its original place.
"If you're drinking my booze drink it out of a glass not guzzle it down like a Pleb."
"I've had more fun as a Pleb than a society elite and I guzzle more than just booze."
Lucius let out a growl. "I don't need to be privy to your unnatural dalliances."
"Well you interrupted my drinking."
"Why did you bother coming back; I doubt you care that much about this family."
Draco stood holding the couch to keep from falling over. "I love my family even the brother you didn't tell me about. You're debatable Lucius."
"You will not address me as such under my own roof boy."
"Or what you'll beat me with the cane or roll me over hot wheels." Draco walks over to the bar taking the rest of the Decanter. "You don't like it, tell me you hate me and I'll leave you to your diseased existence."
A good long silence danced between the Malfoy males; Lucius glaring at is once respectful Heir then just wheeling his back to him and stared at the low fire in the fireplace; Draco glowered at him his fist balled with resentment wanting to shout at him maybe roll the damned chair into the fire or the nearest pool of water.
Stumbling out he tossed the stopper behind his shoulder taking pleasure in the crash of glass in his wake; drinking heavily as he went.
Finally reaching his room he could barely walk straight but continued to drink which was why he didn't see the figure in his room; till he was grabbed and flipped ontu the bed.
