Summary: I suck at summaries, but here I go: With the death of his wife, Mr. L. Malfoy turns to so beloved son for the attention he so desperately needs.
A/n: This is my first slash fan fiction, so don't flame me. I'm also basing this off role-plays I've done.
Warning: mature content, not for children, not even I should be reading this sort of thing. Sadism, Incest, and utter insanity are expected. Be you warned.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters claimed in this story other then Evan? who I created on my own time and will. This story is copyrighted by ME, so if I see any part of this repeated or stolen anywhere, well, let's just say it won't be pretty.
Title: Slytherin Secrets.
Chapter one: The day Draco came from the closet.
The gentle flickering of the firelight on Lucius Malfoys pale skin caused him to nearly glow in a sinister, yet attractive way as he brooded alone in his study, haunted with memories of the funeral he'd attended only weeks before.
"May she rest in peace." Lucius hated himself for rowing with her over their son that day, only to hear of her death from an overdose on muggle pills. A negative though flittered across the handsome mans mind, a selfish un-pure thought.
Where would he fill his needs? He wasn't sure for now, though he was horribly reminded of what he'd walked in on days before Narcissa's death. The thought still gave him chills.
(Flashback)
Giggles erupted from Draco's room, causing curiosity to arouse automatically. Lucius meandered upstairs, weary gray eyes on the door at the end of the long hall.
"What are you two infernal boys giggling about" heasked himselfas he pushed open the door.
There they were, Draco, being pinned down by the tall and rather attractive Evan, a good friend of Draco's from Durmstrang.
Draco was looking up at the other helplessly, the two unaware that the door had opened at all, Evan grinning his hips against Dracos very prominent arousal, causing the blonde to whimper a moan in apparent delight.
Evan's pale olive cheeks were flushed, and brown eyes glassy with pleasure, and choppy black hair falling into his face.
"Having fun, boys" Lucius asked, trying not to look shocked at the scene in front of him. His child, the only heir of the Malfoy family, romping with another male.
The boys jumped apart as if struck by lightening, starting to explain. Evan however looked naughtily pleased with himself, sitting, knees to his thin chest, just waiting.
Evan left early that day, leaving Draco alone with his father while his mother was miles away, mad at both of them.
Lucius had talked to Draco a solid three hours, well, more like yelled at him. But that had only caused the boy to cry. So, he'd sent Draco to his room for the night.
(End Flashback)
The blonde shook his head sharply, biting his lower lip in utter annoyance. So what if the youngest Malfoy was gay? When Lucius had been that age his favourite playmate had been Severus, and they'd done far worse then what he'd witnessed.
Perhaps it was the fact that Malfoys were supposed to be dominant, while Draco had looked helpless, submissive, overpowered.
Lucius couldn't help but wonder what Draco would have looked like, under the older Malfoys weight, both their arousals smashing together.
With a disgruntled moan the older man stood, and disappeared into his chambers for a night of rest.
A/n: He he, this is to be a smutty fan fiction bit, so be warned, the next chapter will be MUCH worse.
Xoxoxox
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