Title – Music
Authoress – Phoenix Tears
Summary – Lucius and Draco deal with the events ensuing the masquerade.
Rating – R
Warning – Slash, incest. Don't like – don't read.
Disclaimer – I own nothing, except for this plot. All the characters are property of the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling.
Authoress' Note – I am a citizen of America, so pardon the spellings if they are not strictly United Kingdom type English… you know, 'colour' or 'color'…
Feedback – Of course, as for every writer, questions, thoughts, and constructive criticism are all greatly appreciated. Thank you, and enjoy.
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Be warned that this chapter, unlike the other ones, is rated R. Please leave and click that little [Back] button if you get queasy at the thought of two closely related males engaged in sexual relationships. This means slash and incest. You have been warned.
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The two Malfoy stare at each other, transfixed and stunned. Lucius is the first to recover his breath, "Draco? Is it really you?"
Draco took in a deep breath. "Father," he says. "I – I didn't know you had come back. I didn't see you at the Manor, you never owled, no one ever told me…"
"Oh, my dragon," Lucius said, moving forward and enveloping his son in a tight embrace. Draco, as tall as his father now, buried his head in Lucius' shoulder and inhaled deeply. His father smelled the same – expensive, dangerous, and of fire and some unknown, luxurious cologne. "My son, my heir, my beautiful dragon…"
"Father, father," Draco choked out. He was not crying – Malfoys do not cry – but he felt like doing so on the inside.
They stood like that for several minutes, reveling in each other's embrace. Finally, it was Draco who first made a motion. He moved his lips towards Lucius' neck and began kissing lightly. Lucius gasped and made to move away, but his son held him in a vice-like grip.
"You had no problem of doing this when I wore a mask, Father. Should I put on the mask again?" Draco asked between gentle kisses.
"No – Draco, stop. You shouldn't be doing this; I'm your father."
"And I'm a Malfoy. Malfoys always get what they want, and I want you," Draco said in a dark, husky voice. His smoky silver eyes were smouldering fiercely, locked with his father's eyes in a battle of will and hunger.
Lucius saw his son – he saw Draco dressed in a white collared shirt, with the first few ebony fastenings undone, and pale grey hued breeches, snug and showing the slim muscles of his legs. He saw Draco with his cheeks flushed in desire, lust – a forbidden desire and lust. He felt his son, his heir kissing him – he felt the passion and worship and want and need that Draco had for him.
He felt love – a burning, searing love that he hadn't felt since Draco was born, and at that time, it was still a normal, paternal love.
'You shouldn't be doing this; I'm your father' be damned.
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"Oh, Father!" Draco said, arching his back off of the green and black silk and satin sheets of Lucius' four-poster bed. "Gods, Father, please, please…"
Draco's moans sounded like the sweetest music to Lucius' ears.
Lucius had quickly divested Draco and himself of any clothing, using a handy little incantation that he had learned from Severus while back at Hogwarts. His mouth was now wrapped around his son's cock and licking slowly, sensuously up the length of it, making Draco shudder. He sucked the glistening drops of pre cum that hung on the end of Draco's length. "Delicious," Lucius whispered for the second time in the same night.
It was a luscious taste – musk, of innocence and beauty – that was purely Draco. Lucius licked unhurriedly, listening to his son's throaty moans and pleas.
"Please, oh, Merlin…"
He pulled away from Draco's throbbing erection, smirking, "Please what, Draco? Mind your manners, my dear dragon. You still must learn to express and articulate your wishes clearly. What is it that you want me to do, hmm?"
"Please, Father, fuck me…" Draco whimpered wantonly, splaying his pale legs apart in sweet agony as he tried to thrust his cock in his father's mouth again. His hips arched up, revealing his entrance to Lucius, practically begging to be taken.
Lucius became harder at his son's sinful words. 'Father' and 'fuck me' should not be used in the same sentence. Normally.
He summoned up all his restraint and climbed, cat-like, off of the bed. Draco protested, writhing in the satin sheets, pleading, "Father, father, please…"
Lucius smirked and whispered in a silken tone, "Patience, my heir. We're going to have a little fun first." He summoned up a bottle of golden honey, long, white strips of silk, and some lavender scented oil.
The ivory white satin strips wound themselves magically around Draco's legs, arms, and torso, rendering him motionless save for some agonized writhing. With a flick of his wand, Lucius sent the honey criss-crossing over Draco's body, dripping wet and sticky over alabaster white skin. He lowered himself on all fours directly on top of Draco's body, but not quite making contact.
"My pretty little dragon," Lucius hissed. "So wanton; tied up with honey dripping off of your every limb. What would you like me to do, my precious?"
"Lick it off, Father," Draco moaned breathlessly. He fought against the binds, arching his hips off of the mattress, only succeeding in creating a delicious friction between Lucius' body and his. "Please, please, please…" he repeated, nearly crying.
Lucius could no longer restrain himself, and placed a sweet, chaste kiss to his son's lips, before lapping gently at Draco's jaw, ear, neck, and torso. His tongue left fiery trails down Draco's body, and Draco moaned, issuing guttural sounds from his throat.
"Such beautiful sounds you make, my dragon. When I'm done with you tonight, you'll have sung the loveliest of songs for me."
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The sunlight poured in through wide, arched windows, the rays spilling out onto the carpeted floor of Lucius' bedroom. Draco was curled up on the bed, emerald and ebony sheets in disarray, half on the ground and half on the mattress. The air of the bedroom was thick with the scent of sweat, passion, and sex. Lucius was spooned around Draco, his strong arms holding his son close to his chest, legs intertwined with one another.
Draco yawned and blinked his large eyes blearily. He looked around and saw his father, looking at him with a predatory look. "I see you've woken up, Draco."
"Father?"
"I hardly think that there is a need for such formalities when we have – ahem – partaken in such intimate events." Lucius smirked, kissing Draco's cheek gently, letting his tongue drag along his son's high cheekbones and elegant, sloping jaw line.
"Lucius…" Draco hissed, snake-like. His silver eyes were darkened in renewed lust. His long, slender hands – made for playing instruments like the piano and violin, Lucius mused, not for doing such wicked acts to his father – were twisted in Lucius' fine golden hair. "Mmm," he said, wrinkling his delicate nose slightly. "We reek of sex. I think we need to go wash, Lucius."
Laughing, Lucius twisted off of the bed, pulling Draco with him. "I think we do."
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Authoress Note: *sigh* I procrastinated in writing this… I had about half of it written out, and then was too lazy to type the rest out. I think that this is the end, really… Post your thoughts and perhaps I'll consider your ideas.
