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23RD DECEMBER: IN BED WITH LUCIUS

The only break Draco was granted before going to bed was a visit to the toilet.
And Merlin, did he need the privacy!
After finishing his needs, he studied himself in the mirror anxiously.
The wound in his head was a sharp contrast to his pale hair and skin and the dried blood that had trickled down his forehead made him look like some creature from a horror cabinet or maybe a ghoul.
He washed every little bit off and took the opportunity to get rid of all dust and dirt that had been clinging to him since the meeting with Ernie and Buckley.
Then he resumed his study in the mirror.
A troubled face was looking back at him, revealing all worries concerning the waiting scenario. The Veritaserum was so strong that he could not even manage to change his facial expression too much from his true state of feelings.
And out there, ten past midnight the 23rd, his father was waiting.
What the heck was he planning this time?
At least, Draco hadn't gotten beaten up…yet.
But the soft, addictive caresses made him wonder if the beating would come at all. He knew he should keep his guard up, knowing what twists and turns his father liked to put on a situation. But his skin was still tingling from the touch and it wasn't the Veritaserum being the real drug in his system. He knew that.
He was so hooked on this tenderness he had just gotten, that he would easily do anything to have it again.
Oh, please, let at least that be real!
And then he washed his face with cold water before going out. If he stayed on the toilet for too long, the anxiousness would increase to a point where it would be all too obvious. The less he thought on it, the better.
And he walked out.

Lucius was standing by the fireplace and fed the flames more wood to heat up the cold room. Draco was grateful for it, since it had been freezing when they came in. But the thing that caught his attention first was the small amount of clothes his father was wearing.
Lucius had his hair running freely over his shoulders and his dark, expensive shirt was unbuttoned, so that Draco could see the narrow string of curly white hair that ran from his chest and down to…his cheeks started to burn and he averted his eyes.
Since Lucius took his time with the fire, he dared to continue watching him in less…private places. His father was still well trained, his naked thighs and chest smooth and firm, but naturally, he was longer and sturdier built than Draco. Their skin had the same hue of pale and Draco noted that even their nipples shifted into the same pale purple.
It had to be a family trait.
I shouldn't be thinking about that!
"What are you doing, Draco?" Lucius asked him calmly, still not taking his eyes from the fire.
"Looking at you." Draco answered, cursing the Veritaserum for the hundredth time.
"Come here."
Draco walked up to the fireplace very slowly, not taking his eyes from Lucius. His father did not turn to face him until he was standing in front of the flames. Then he simply put the fire poker down and started to unbutton Draco's shirt.
Again, Draco had no idea which way to look. His gaze was flying between his father's fingers and the fire poke and suddenly he had a little start and gasped, searching eyecontact with Lucius pleadingly.
"Oh, seriously, Draco! I wouldn't use that on you!"
Draco sighed in relief over the fact that he and Lucius for once agreed about the limit for physical damage.
"If I were to do that, I would have chosen a fitting symbol to brand you with, not just a crude mark."
Draco held his breath.
"And I would make sure you were properly tied up before I alerted you on what was about to happen."
The shirt was open now and Lucius slid his fingers around Draco's neck and caressed it, while Draco struggled to suppress a question that was bound to come out anyway.
"You won't just go away this time, will you?" Draco whispered.
"You have some nerve asking that, considering that I caught you on your way to Romania."
The answer was stern and Draco opened his eyes only to be instantly rewarded with that kiss on his forehead again.
Draco let out an unsteady sigh and Lucius stepped closer so that their bodies were almost touching, before running his hand down Draco's chest and stomach.
It was as if the hand left a trail of fire in its wake.
And then he was trapped in a close embrace and the tongue entered his mouth again and Draco gasped, winding his arms around his father while allowing the hands to take his shirt off.
He felt horribly vulnerable without his shirt and as his pants were being removed he started to struggle against the larger body.
Lucius broke the kiss and grabbed his upper arms to face him.
He looked very dangerous.
"It's wrong!" Draco piped.
"What!" Lucius barked.
"It's…wrong…"
Lucius flashed that superior smirk again and raised an eyebrow.
"Is it?" He said in the most seductive, smooth voice Draco had ever heard.
Then he started to drive Draco backwards towards the bed and force him to sit down.
"Why don't you…tell me about it?" Lucius finished, and licked Draco's cheek and ear while the younger Malfoy struggled to get the words out and ignore the pleasant chills that the licking created.
As usual, Draco tried to put the words right in his mouth and found them reorganized by the Veritaserum.
"That…you…are my…father…and we…ah..."
The tongue was in his ear now and the hands forced him down on the bed, slowly but firmly. But Draco started to become cold with fear, dreading the conclusion of their intimate act so much that he tried to free his arms and get away from the bed.
Lucius allowed him to struggle for a little while before letting him go. Draco flew up from the bed quicker than lightning and stood on the floor on a safe distance while trying to get his pants back on with trembling hands.
His father did nothing but folding his arms and gave Draco a quite predatory, amused gaze, letting the little seductive smirk play in his features again.
This was heaven and hell at the same time! Draco had hardly any idea about what he was doing, but the urge to get his spontaneous impulses out was so acute due to the 'extra clear water' that there was nothing to do but to follow his instincts.
Which also meant something else.
Blushing, he decided to keep his pants off and hold them in front of his sex instead.
Lucius smile only deepened.
"I've already seen it, Draco."
"You don't understand! This is insane, is this…is this all you want from me?"
Lucius seized him up for a moment before speaking.
"You are a virgin, aren't you?"
Draco thought that the embarrassment would kill him.
"Yes." He answered, very quietly.
"How far did you ever go? Except with me?"
"Kissing, only." Draco snapped, furious to be helpless slave to the truth.
"Oh." Lucius raised an eyebrow again, a hint of annoyance showing in his cold eyes. "And who did you kiss?"
"Pansy…at the ball." Draco pressed out. "And…Goyle!"
No, no, no! Why wasn't he able to lie, just this once!
"Goyle?"
"It was truth or dare!"
"Ah. Almost like this. Only, you are doing the truth-part alone."
Lucius viewed him smartly.
Draco hated this. He hated it, or he wanted it so much that he was terrified of it, or he wanted to eliminate all the forbidden thoughts from his head but then everything could go back to the way it was before and he could not stand that.
"Do you love me, Draco?"
"Yes."
He couldn't speak louder than in a whisper and the tears he fought to keep unseen was burning in his eyes again, along with that horrid, empty space in his stomach.
"Then it can't be wrong, now can it?"
Draco shook his head slowly.
"You were the one who initiated it in your room, weren't you?" Lucius continued.
"Yes, but…" It took a lot of strength to keep the tears from spilling. "…it was because I wanted you to like me. And part of me wanted the kiss and I don't know why…I wished for it, I …"
"…am a Malfoy." Lucius finished. "So you want me to like you, Draco?"
"Yes." He whispered, feeling pathetic.
"How far are you willing to go to attain that?"
Lucius held his hand out and Draco looked at it for no longer than a few seconds before he took it and allowed Lucius to pull him into an embrace again and then down on the bed.
"That's my boy." Lucius whispered soothingly in his ear, before grabbing the pants from Draco and dropping them on the floor.
Draco was still very tense, but he fought to let the sucking on his neck and the caresses relax him. He was spent on brooding and his own despair. All he wanted was to drown in this now, to be led astray the way he had been in his bedroom until he no longer could feel any fear or regret.
Until the pleasure was the only thing that mattered.
His body quickened and came to life under the hands all too eagerly and although his heart was still beating wildly with fear, he allowed his father to grab his wrists and turn him around on his stomach.
The next moment, Lucius had taken his wand out and cast a spell that held Draco's wrists tied to the bars on the bedframe with a black, scalecovered rope.
Draco let out a gasp and shivered, wanting nothing else in the entire world but a reassuring word or gesture from the captor. Instead, he felt sharp nails clawing down his back with such brutal force that he screamed out loud without being able to stop himself.
"Schhh, Draco!" Lucius scolded him.
But Draco found himself tensing like a pianostring about to snap and pulled his hands against the rope. His eyes had filled with tears to the point where his vision blurred, but he did not care.
He had been tricked into another cruel game again with those soft, seductive caresses and the Veritaserum made the devastating anger and disappointment launch out uncensored.
"LET ME GO!"
He tried to snake his way out from the heavy weight on his thighs where his father straddled him, but a strong hand gripping his hair and pulling his head back stopped the attempt.
"Why, do you not think you have deserved this?" Lucius hissed in his ear.
"NO! I WISH I COULD HATE YOU, YOU…"
A fist slamming into the side of his face transformed the last words into a cry and a deafening silence followed, where Draco fought to catch his breath and prevent himself from spitting blood. His cheeks were streaked with tears within seconds.
"Don't you EVER raise your voice to me again!"
His father's voice was sharp as a razor and the hand pulled his hair painfully hard from behind, but the drug had possessed him and there was no way to walk but forward.
"You must really HATE me!" Draco sobbed.
"YOU TRIED TO LEAVE ME!" Lucius roared, yanking Draco's hair to pull his head back, in a threatening show of force.
Draco whimpered and felt the older Malfoy lean down over him, to place his mouth close to Draco's ear.
"If anything calls for redemption, this certainly does!"
"But you made me do it!" Draco gasped. "In the library…when I was ill…when you spoke about my future, you made me realise there was nothing to lose- OOOW!"
Lucius twisted his fist in Draco's hair around and Draco let out a new series of miserable sobs. He tried to kick back at Lucius a few times, but the weight on his thighs was too much and instead he did the thing he had taught himself to do at a very young age. He fought to relax into the pain, to distance himself from it enough to handle it.
"Don't even try, Draco, or I'll have you flogged in public down at the Knockturn Slave Market!"
"You were speaking about yourself." Draco whispered.
"What was that, Draco?"
The grip in his hair tightened and his cheek was pressed down against the pillow.
"You were speaking about yourself in the library that night!" Draco repeated, managing to make his voice amazingly steady despite the pain.
When Lucius answered him, Draco could hear that his voice was thick from suppressed fury.
"And if I did, then how is it that YOU ran away?"
The nails were digging into his skin again, starting to move down painfully slow and Draco panicked.
"I only did it because I…OW!... wanted you to come after me! I wanted you to care…enough…to…show me…it…mattered… to…you…if…I…stayed!"
"Really?"
The voice was sceptical, but the nails had stopped.
"Yes! And once we were in Romania I just thought that maybe…we could have stayed there…"
Draco's voice trailed off. He had turned his most private thoughts and feelings inside out for the one person who could destroy him by any emotional rejection. He shut his eyes tight and swallowed, scared to death about the response.
If his father replied with his characteristic contempt, then he would die!
The silence stretched out.

Then the fist released his hair and instead a warm kiss was placed where it had been. The mouth touched the nape of his neck as well, sending wave after wave of shivers through him as the teeth bit there lightly while the tongue tasted the skin.
Draco never noticed the ropes disappearing. Suddenly they were just gone and Lucius was turning him around, meeting his feverish cheek with a kiss. But Draco turned his head to catch the lips with his mouth and was invaded with that intense, cruel tongue, claiming him completely.
Lucius body was still over him and moved against his naked skin, while a hand slid down to his thighs, clawing at it enough to make Draco arch his body up against his father's in pain.
But Draco was set on clinging to Lucius and merely answered by embracing his father tightly, digging his nails into his back.
A knee was pushed in between the thighs and soon enough that dizzying feeling was back again and all blood seemed to rush down to the sensitive area as the pressure from the knee became painful against his growing erection. Draco held his eyes closed and rode on the maddening feeling as the pleasure mingled with the pain, even starting to jerk his hips up against it.
Then the weight lifted and Lucius pushed both his legs apart with his own, while letting a hand snake down Draco's belly. The younger Malfoy started to breathe shakily and when the hand found its goal, he couldn't help but to let out a small cry.
"Schhh…" Lucius whispered into his ear, letting a finger slide across the length of Draco's hard organ, causing it to twitch with pleasure from the touch before the hand closed around it and started to stroke it with slow, calculating movements.
There was no up and down in the world anymore and if it existed, well, then he didn't know which was what.
His father was over him again, sucking at his ear and then at his neck, and the warmth rising as their bodies were so intertwined created pleasant, ecstatic chills through every limb.
Draco threw his head back against the soft pillow and moaned wantonly, his body fully focused on following his father's directories. He kept his eyes closed in an attempt to shake off whatever need of control there was left.
Oh, this felt too good, far too good…
The hand that had pulled at his hair before was now stroking it, occasionally leaving it to caress his forehead and his cheeks.
And the other hand was teasing and playing with a skill that had Draco engulfed and completely at its mercy within seconds.
Lucius was watching him intensely and the mingled anxiety and excitement from it gave him a kick worthy of pure heroin.
Again, Lucius reminded him of a predator, his superiority being so unquestionable, that giving over all control was the only way out.
And it was a real turn on.
Draco couldn't deny it to himself any longer, as his senses were practically on fire. Not only by the irresistible strokes, but also by the knowledge about who did this to him.
This is sick!
But the inner voice sounded very weak and was soon washed away by the fingers making their way into him.
He suddenly became aware of the rapturous sounds he was making, but it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was those stone grey eyes glimmering close to his own and the invasion between his legs that caused a heated sensitivity in the area that became the base for the unavoidable coming climax.
Draco pushed his hips up to reach deeper into his father's hand as he thought the strong ecstasy would kill him if he did not get release, but Lucius pressed him down and kept a steady pace until Draco's self-control collapsed like a house of cards.
"I-I can't hold back…!" He whimpered.
Lucius leant closer to his ear with the swiftness of a malicious tiger playing with its prey.
"Come for me then, Draco. Come in my hand."
The whisper worked like a magic spell on his system, just like all orders Lucius gave him and his body was ready to obey this time too.
Writhing and moaning loudly, Draco released the full rush of the pleasure built up and got lost in wave after crushing wave of it. He was arching his back far up, as if he was weightless and only held down by his father's body over him. Lucius tongue was moving inside his ear, intensifying the climax a hundred times.
Draco groaned and gasped, trying to regain his breath from the exhaustion once the waves had died off a little.
His body slumped back against the mattress and he opened his eyes slowly and tried to focus, trembling in every limb. His hands were still on Lucius' back, the fingers ceasing their desperate digging into his skin and Lucius was smiling in an odd sort of way, triumphant maybe, but there was something else to it and suddenly Draco felt his father's fingers against his lips.
"Lick it off, Draco." He said in that seductive voice.
And now he became aware that Lucius' hand was coated with Draco's seed, still warm from the act. Did his father want him to lick everything off?
It seemed like quite a lot!
He carefully started to suck at the fingers, finding the taste strange and awkward. To his relief, Lucius removed the fingers after only a moment and sat up with aristocratic grace to wipe the white liquid off on the sheets.
He smiled down at Draco all the time, who was still laying on his back trying to ward off an increasing shyness and embarrassment over whatthey had just done.
Lucius took his time to clean his hand and once he was done, he leaned down over Draco again, kissing his damp cheek.
"That wasn't so bad, now was it?"
"No…" Draco whispered and swallowed.
Lucius grabbed him by the arms and pulled him up, so that they were sitting in front of each other on the bed, with Lucius hands still holding him. Draco found it impossible to meet the older Malfoy's gaze.
"So I did you a favour." Lucius said, with a voice softer than Draco had ever heard it. "And now I expect you to do me a favour. On your knees, on the floor. Now."
Draco hesitated only for a moment before he did as told and Lucius directed him to kneel in front of his father, close enough to lean his head to his…and then he understood.
Draco was sure the colour in his face must be dark red and on instinct he averted his eyes and turned his head away. Lucius had his jaw in a steel grip instantly and forced Draco to meet the soft but dangerous smile.
"You wanted this, Draco. And now we will see it through. Get to work."
Lucius hand slid up from his jaw to sink into his hair in the back of his head and Draco took one glimpse at the large, hard organ before him before he brought his lips down to taste it.
The grip in his hair hardened as he tried to take it into his mouth and soon he was tightening his mouth and tongue against all the length he could take.
He heard a quiet intake of breath from his father and had pleasant chills down his spine as he realised that it meant some sort of confirmation.
He was doing something that pleased his father for once and the eagerness to fulfil it became urgent.
Draco got to work putting all his will into it, even though the sex thrusting into him really was a little too large to be in there and the hand pressing his head closer was a bit too rough. He fought to do it right, listening after every little breath or sound that might escape Lucius' lips, to know if he was doing it right.
He obviously was, because suddenly the hand pushed his head close enough to almost choke on the living flesh pulsating against his tongue and the tight grip in his hair became painful.
"Yes, that's it, that's it…" Lucius hissed in a strained voice, sounding almost on the verge of losing its steadiness and a moment later, his father was thrusting into him recklessly, filling his mouth with the hot, slippery wetness as Draco struggled to breathe and suck at the same time.
Finally, the pressure on his head subsided and he could draw his head back a little. But Lucius stopped him from drawing out completely and as Draco was at a loss about what to do with the seed in his mouth, he had the instructions coming to himas an undeniable order.
"Swallow it."
He really wished his father had not said that, but he had no intention on disappointing him now and instead he forced it down his throat, occasionally gagging from it.
All the time, Lucius stroke his hair gently, clearly taking pleasure from the sight.
When it was done, he dragged Draco back up into the bed and embraced him, giving him an affectionate, claiming kiss before laying him down between the sheets. Draco was grateful for it. He was exhausted and apart from that, in desperate need of confirmation and tenderness.
Lucius lied down behind him, pressing close to his back and buttocks while placing his arms possessively around him.
Draco was still trembling and he could not understand why. But as soft kisses landed on his neck and his hair, he relaxed into the wanted intimacy and leaned back to be even closer.
"I'm very pleased with you, Draco."
The whisper caused new streams of chills to rise from the depths.
He had dreamed of hearing this, or more accurate, he had never dared to dream it, because it meant too much to him.
"I love you, father." Draco whispered back, feeling the first glimpses of genuine meaning behind it, its source being vast enough to be frightened of.
"I know you do, Draco." Lucius whispered back, stroking his hair. "And I know you will fulfil this with me when I demand it from you."
"Fulfil it, father?" Draco whispered back, at a loss about how to interpret it.
"You're still a virgin, aren't you? And I told you it was to be a Christmas gift, did I not?"
Lucius laughed quietly as Draco tensed like a bowstring from the realisation. He twitched slightly as Lucius sucked at his neck, directly at the mark he had done days before.
"Go to sleep, Draco. I will never leave you and if you try to leave me again, I will have you chained to the wall in my office permanently and you know I will do it."
"Yes, father." Draco answered timidly, finding no strength in his voice at all.
So there was still this scary, unknown thing to go through and he had not lost his virginity at all as he had thought despite all the…intimate stuff they had been doing.
Obviously, they were returning to Malfoy Manor in the morning and as the real world slowly returned, Draco did not want to even imagine the look on Pansy's face when she saw the fresh redness on the throat. Nor the face of his mother.
But it was worth it.
His father was pleased with him and right now it meant that the rest of the world could burst into flames and turn to cinders for all he cared.