A/n: Okay, first off I would like to make it known that this is the first
Harry Potter fic I've done in a very long time. Second, it is my first yaoi
(for those of you unfamiliar with the term, it means male/male relationship
or slash) fic (though I've read many). I hope you enjoy it.
Warning: This chapter is going to be violent and in many ways disgusting. If you do not wish to read just know that what happened to Malfoy isn't good and wait until chapter two is out.
God, I've done it now. One day I'll learn to just shut up. Draco thought to himself as he stood in front of his father, defiance and anger flickering in his steel colored eyes.
"How dare you speak to me like that!" Lucius howled, backhanding his son with a force that forced Draco's head to face left.
Draco turned back to face his father, his nose crinkling at the smell of the alcohol on his breath. "You're drunk," he spat.
"You just don't learn, do you boy?" Lucius said, narrowing his eyes, his speech slightly slurred.
"Neither do you." Draco snapped back.
He planted his feet firmly, expecting another blow. He was surprised and frightened however when Lucius took a few steps back and smiled. Oh, but he didn't just smile any smile; that was the smile his father had on his face when he watched someone bleed and took pleasure from it. That sick, sadistic smile told Draco that he was in for a lot of trouble, and it was going to be painful.
Not in fear but in a determination to survive Draco ran past his father and headed for the exit to his bedroom, hoping that Lucius' inebriated state would slow him down with lack of coordination. But this time he miscalculated just how intoxicated Lucius was and he was suddenly face floor on the ground, stunned by a spell from his father's wand. Try as he might he couldn't move any of his limbs in defense as Lucius stalked towards him and kicked him several times in the ribs, breaking quite a few of them.
Not satisfied with the small moan he got from his son, Lucius used a transfiguration spell to change his own wand into a whip, and he cracked it right over Draco's head before bringing it down to make contact with his body, slicing away both flesh and shirt material. He smiled as Draco let out a yelp and continued to whip him hard; he quickly became angry when after the first yelp, Draco didn't utter another sound.
I won't let him win. Draco thought he tried desperately to keep himself from crying out again as Lucius' whipping became harsher and he felt his flesh strip off of him and the warm blood run in little rivers down the sides of his back.
When Lucius grew bored of his son's bloodied back, he flipped him over to look into his eyes. They still shone brightly with defiance, and Lucius was determined to break him of it. He had let Draco get away with his idle tongue lately and his cursed himself for it for now the boy knew no other way to behave. He would have complete control, and he knew just how to seize it.
Never mind stripping his flesh from him. It would be much quicker if I just stripped him of his dignity. Lucius thought as another sickening smile crossed his face.
Ignoring the blood that was seeping into the plush green carpet of the room, Lucius lifted his son up and threw him on the bed, and, turning his wand back to its original form, used it to tie Draco's limbs to the four bedposts.
"You will learn to respect me." He said coldly as he used a spell that relieved Draco's body from its stunned state.
Draco remained silent and glared at Lucius with such contempt that he felt he could almost burn holes in him. When he locked eyes with his father however he felt fear in the pit of his stomach for the smile that now crossed Lucius' face he had also seen before; he saw it when Lucius sought pleasure by means of forcing himself on others and the knot of dread in his stomach made him very nauseous.
Lucius climbed on top of the bed until he was straddling his son and without warning punched him hard in the gut, knocking the breath out of Draco and caused him to throw up, nearly choking on his own vomit as he tried to sit up.
"You disgusting boy," Lucius spat, taking a knife from his robe pocket and cutting deeply across Draco's right cheek. "You're pathetic."
Draco fought hard not to throw up again as he was forced to swallow that of which he had regurgitated and feeling his hair tamp and sticky with his stomachs contents. Lucius wasn't finished however as he ripped Draco's shirt down the middle, gouging his chest and abdomen at the same time. He winced from the pain, but refused to give his father the satisfaction of a whimper or cry of pain as he boldly stared Lucius in the eye.
"Fine, you insolent little brat!" Lucius replied to his sons' silent rebelliousness.
Smiling cruelly, he reached down and began undoing his belt, watching, as his son's eyes grew wide and the fear dancing in them. He removed the belt from the loops of his pants and before throwing it to the floor lashed at Draco's exposed front with the buckle and bruising his pale skin, taking great joy at his son's wincing. Once he was finished, he swiftly undid the button and zipper of his slacks and pulled them down to reveal a pair of briefs that were strained to capacity in the middle with his erection.
Draco wanted to be sick again at the thought of his father being aroused by his torment and what ideas were going through his head.
Lucius leaned forward to whisper into Draco's ear, "Beg me not to take you. Plead with me not to break you again."
Draco began thrashing his body about in a futile attempt to force Lucius off of him, accidentally rubbing his hips against his father's and felt sickened with himself as his body reacted to the friction, causing himself to harden. "I will never beg for you, ever!"
"We'll see boy, we'll see." Lucius quickly pulled down his briefs and pulled Draco's pants and boxers down around his knees, then forcing himself roughly into him.
Draco couldn't help but cry out from the pain of being stretched by his father's length and the dry, painful friction as Lucius thrusted wildly into him.
"You're a disgusting, useless boy! You're nothing but a little whore to be used by others better than you!" Lucius shouted over Draco's screams of pain and pleasure.
After fifteen minutes or so, Lucius spilled his hot seed into Draco, pulled out of him, and got off the bed, pulling his pants back up in the process. When he was done he undid the bonds that held Draco and threw his cloak at him.
"Clean yourself up and get downstairs for dinner." Lucius said calmly and without another word left the room.
Draco couldn't move or think. All he could do was feel; feel the pain that was so intense it blocked out everything else, and feel the shame of being taken again by his father. With a loud groan he forced himself to turn on his side and once again threw up until his stomach was so empty it felt hollow. Instead of doing what was asked of him he rolled over again and drifted off into his nightmare-filled unconscious, the only feeling of satisfaction was that of knowing that he didn't beg his father to stop. this time.
Okay, how was it? A little violent, I know. But I promise it'll get a lot nicer.
Warning: This chapter is going to be violent and in many ways disgusting. If you do not wish to read just know that what happened to Malfoy isn't good and wait until chapter two is out.
God, I've done it now. One day I'll learn to just shut up. Draco thought to himself as he stood in front of his father, defiance and anger flickering in his steel colored eyes.
"How dare you speak to me like that!" Lucius howled, backhanding his son with a force that forced Draco's head to face left.
Draco turned back to face his father, his nose crinkling at the smell of the alcohol on his breath. "You're drunk," he spat.
"You just don't learn, do you boy?" Lucius said, narrowing his eyes, his speech slightly slurred.
"Neither do you." Draco snapped back.
He planted his feet firmly, expecting another blow. He was surprised and frightened however when Lucius took a few steps back and smiled. Oh, but he didn't just smile any smile; that was the smile his father had on his face when he watched someone bleed and took pleasure from it. That sick, sadistic smile told Draco that he was in for a lot of trouble, and it was going to be painful.
Not in fear but in a determination to survive Draco ran past his father and headed for the exit to his bedroom, hoping that Lucius' inebriated state would slow him down with lack of coordination. But this time he miscalculated just how intoxicated Lucius was and he was suddenly face floor on the ground, stunned by a spell from his father's wand. Try as he might he couldn't move any of his limbs in defense as Lucius stalked towards him and kicked him several times in the ribs, breaking quite a few of them.
Not satisfied with the small moan he got from his son, Lucius used a transfiguration spell to change his own wand into a whip, and he cracked it right over Draco's head before bringing it down to make contact with his body, slicing away both flesh and shirt material. He smiled as Draco let out a yelp and continued to whip him hard; he quickly became angry when after the first yelp, Draco didn't utter another sound.
I won't let him win. Draco thought he tried desperately to keep himself from crying out again as Lucius' whipping became harsher and he felt his flesh strip off of him and the warm blood run in little rivers down the sides of his back.
When Lucius grew bored of his son's bloodied back, he flipped him over to look into his eyes. They still shone brightly with defiance, and Lucius was determined to break him of it. He had let Draco get away with his idle tongue lately and his cursed himself for it for now the boy knew no other way to behave. He would have complete control, and he knew just how to seize it.
Never mind stripping his flesh from him. It would be much quicker if I just stripped him of his dignity. Lucius thought as another sickening smile crossed his face.
Ignoring the blood that was seeping into the plush green carpet of the room, Lucius lifted his son up and threw him on the bed, and, turning his wand back to its original form, used it to tie Draco's limbs to the four bedposts.
"You will learn to respect me." He said coldly as he used a spell that relieved Draco's body from its stunned state.
Draco remained silent and glared at Lucius with such contempt that he felt he could almost burn holes in him. When he locked eyes with his father however he felt fear in the pit of his stomach for the smile that now crossed Lucius' face he had also seen before; he saw it when Lucius sought pleasure by means of forcing himself on others and the knot of dread in his stomach made him very nauseous.
Lucius climbed on top of the bed until he was straddling his son and without warning punched him hard in the gut, knocking the breath out of Draco and caused him to throw up, nearly choking on his own vomit as he tried to sit up.
"You disgusting boy," Lucius spat, taking a knife from his robe pocket and cutting deeply across Draco's right cheek. "You're pathetic."
Draco fought hard not to throw up again as he was forced to swallow that of which he had regurgitated and feeling his hair tamp and sticky with his stomachs contents. Lucius wasn't finished however as he ripped Draco's shirt down the middle, gouging his chest and abdomen at the same time. He winced from the pain, but refused to give his father the satisfaction of a whimper or cry of pain as he boldly stared Lucius in the eye.
"Fine, you insolent little brat!" Lucius replied to his sons' silent rebelliousness.
Smiling cruelly, he reached down and began undoing his belt, watching, as his son's eyes grew wide and the fear dancing in them. He removed the belt from the loops of his pants and before throwing it to the floor lashed at Draco's exposed front with the buckle and bruising his pale skin, taking great joy at his son's wincing. Once he was finished, he swiftly undid the button and zipper of his slacks and pulled them down to reveal a pair of briefs that were strained to capacity in the middle with his erection.
Draco wanted to be sick again at the thought of his father being aroused by his torment and what ideas were going through his head.
Lucius leaned forward to whisper into Draco's ear, "Beg me not to take you. Plead with me not to break you again."
Draco began thrashing his body about in a futile attempt to force Lucius off of him, accidentally rubbing his hips against his father's and felt sickened with himself as his body reacted to the friction, causing himself to harden. "I will never beg for you, ever!"
"We'll see boy, we'll see." Lucius quickly pulled down his briefs and pulled Draco's pants and boxers down around his knees, then forcing himself roughly into him.
Draco couldn't help but cry out from the pain of being stretched by his father's length and the dry, painful friction as Lucius thrusted wildly into him.
"You're a disgusting, useless boy! You're nothing but a little whore to be used by others better than you!" Lucius shouted over Draco's screams of pain and pleasure.
After fifteen minutes or so, Lucius spilled his hot seed into Draco, pulled out of him, and got off the bed, pulling his pants back up in the process. When he was done he undid the bonds that held Draco and threw his cloak at him.
"Clean yourself up and get downstairs for dinner." Lucius said calmly and without another word left the room.
Draco couldn't move or think. All he could do was feel; feel the pain that was so intense it blocked out everything else, and feel the shame of being taken again by his father. With a loud groan he forced himself to turn on his side and once again threw up until his stomach was so empty it felt hollow. Instead of doing what was asked of him he rolled over again and drifted off into his nightmare-filled unconscious, the only feeling of satisfaction was that of knowing that he didn't beg his father to stop. this time.
Okay, how was it? A little violent, I know. But I promise it'll get a lot nicer.