Chapter 6: Dragon Tales
Graphic matter up ahead- not intended for the pure of heart, especially if incest offends you. Rated Mature for reason.
Draco slept for a good sixty minutes. He took a cat nap, and slept after an exhausted day. When he awoke, he turned to his side to find his father- Lucius staring at him, in a neutral- simplistic way. There was no expression of happiness, none of disappointment, grief or anger. Lucius just observed his son in silence and had done so when Draco was asleep, and continued to as he groggily met his father's eyes.
"Do you feel better?" Lucius asked.
"Yes father--"
"I am delighted to hear you say so. I have to tell you something which might spark your interest to know."
Draco stared at his father and turned his entire body to face him. His arms and hands rested beneath him, supporting him in a comfortable fashion. Draco lay silently, but in full attentiveness, perplexed by the mystery behind the undeciphered words and thoughts of his father.
"I hold great compassion for you, my son. You are my kin, and therefore mine. When you disappoint me with low marks in subjects that you should master without second thought, like potions for example, or better yet- defense aganist the dark arts, I am enraged by your incompetence. When Potter, and those muggle-blood associates overpower your wits, grace, and talent, you insult me directly. I begin to feel that I have failed you. That I have not prepared you well enough, and it certainly is prevelant in your actions Draco. When you act out so bluntly, begging for my attention. This evening for example-- "
"But father! I wanted to do this! I really did!"
"Hush Draco, I am aware. But, you must admit it is what I can give you that attracts you to me. You desire my affection, and my touch. I understand in ways which you may find astonishingly similar. You see, I to, desired my father. I lusted for him, I craved his touch--"
Draco was intensely interested in the words crawling out of his father's tender, yet rigid mouth.
"As I have pleased you, only an hour ago, he pleased me. But, he expected me to follow his orders, and return the favors. Do you understand? If we are to continue this arrangement, certain understandings must be clarified. If you have any questions ask now. There is no turning back if we proceed into intimate waters. We will no longer be father and son in the circle of death eaters, we will be conjoined as one."
Draco listened in awe and sincere wonderment. What did it all mean? Was this a dream or really his reality? His mind was buzzing with abstract questions, and questions that seemed too ridiculous to ask, and yet he could not stop the movement of his lips.
"What about mother?" Draco spat out.
"Ah yes, my dear Narcissa. Your mother and I married each other simply for status in the wizard kingdom. She is neither my soul mate nor my companion. She is my contemporary and your mother. We knew, together we could produce an exceptional child--"
Draco couldn't help my smirk wickedly. And as his father gently caressed his cheek, he moved closer to him, and allowed his body to rest, attentive, but now looking up into those generalesk eyes.
"Who is your soul mate if not mother?"
It seemed obvious enough, but Draco wanted to hear his father say those words.
Lucius smirked now, eyes glinting.
"You my dragon, if everything goes to plan."
"What plan?"
"Would you do anything for me Draco?"
Draco nodded.
"Say it!" Lucius hissed.
"Yes father, of course."
"You are mine, which means you must obey me. You must do whatever it is I ask of you. You have failed me before, but from this moment on you will no longer. If you cannot obey me, however will you obey the dark lord? The ruler and leader of us all. I owe him my life, as do you.
Once you have had proper training, his orders come first above all, even before mine. Once you are an acknowledged death eater, we will work together, no longer separate, as one.
This is of course, uncommon under normal circumstances, but pure blood wizards, such as ourselves must remain together, especially in intimate ways to forge the ultimate power. And of course, if the dark lord asks you himself, we must comply.
When Severus arrives tommorw, he to, you will obey. No questions asked. No refusals, or we will dispose of you. Do you understand the gravity of our situation?
If you obey me, and Severus, and finally the dark lord, you will be rewarded with high status, authority, and treasures beyond comprehension."
Draco's eyes had wandered to the ceiling. Everything his father was spitting out was too intense, too unbelievable. And yet, he was determined to do right, to obey his father. He had failed him before, and he would not do so again.
During the past year at Hogwart's, Draco had been planning- organizing the attack against Dumbledore. He had never felt more alive in all his life. Greatly, because if the high of feeling competent and important. But then, something happened. His nerve came to play, and he was of course terrified of that white-bearded twit. Not only of his legendary power, but of killing him- ending the life of his legend. He had failed the dark lord, but most importantly to him, his father.
"I understand father."
"Good, and it is--"
Lucius bent his head, Draco raised his, and the two once again met lips.
"Lucius."
Somewhere within the upper story of the manor, a clock chimed midnight. Both Malfoy's turned towards the direction of its chiming sounds.
"What better time to start your new life, aye son?"
Over whelmed with new knowledge, Draco clung to his father. His ropy arms were possessive, and forceful. Lucius knew that he was ready, his son's passion proved it all.
Draco wouldn't believe it the future hours, but he mounted his father and pushed him down, below him. Draco was taking charge, and without thought.
He bit his father's pale neck. Sensing blood dripping down that ivory neck, he lapped it up like alcoholic pumpkin juice. In no time at all, he made his way down his father's snow-white chest, licking and exploring that marble-like body with his teen eagerness. His tongue was exceptionally talented at caressing just the right places without direct instruction.
"Yes that's it Draco."
Draco took his time on his father's mid-section. For on inordinate amount of time he spent. Was he nervous about coming face to--
He licked each muscle indentation, and finally reached his father's hip bone, dramatically firm. Was he ready to proceed? If he wasn't, he had to make it seem so. There was no turning backfor Draco Malfoy.
Draco lifted the covers that hid his father's bottom half, and reveled his organ, large under normal circumstances, but especially so by increased blood flow and little attention played towards it.
Lucius watched Draco, and for a mere moment the two locked eyes, thoughts could almost be read: 'my, my, father is huge!'
'go on!'
Lucius watched Draco, and Draco met his father's eyes, returning to a smirk.
"Yes Draco! Oh yes!"
Lucius breathlessly declared as his son worked on him without hesitation,with confidence.
Draco, felt the need to suck more, to tease less, to fulfill his father's needs in quick time. While doing so, he could feel his father lift gently off the bed in apparent excitement. He couldn't quite see his father from his current position, but he guessed his eye's were closed, and that he would come at any second. He continued to work, to express his admiration, and lust for--
"Draco!" Lucius called, echoing his name so roughly throughout his bedchamber.
Draco de-attached his mouth from his father's groin, and crawled beside him, resting his head upon Lucius' chest.
"Well done son. No instruction needed. Well done indeed."
The two Malfoy's slept in one bed until late morning. They both awoke in unison at about ten. They separated to stretch.
"Today we shall embark on a continual journey Draco, let us shower, and feast on a well- deserved breakfast. Severus will arrive shortly."
The two pale bodies exited the bed, and proceeded to the bathroom, son leading father.
A/N: That's it for now. What did you think? Please review!