Disclaimer: All written for fun, I do not own or wish to make money from Harry Potter&etc. JKR deserves every penny!
Rating: Hah, Mature/NC-348579348957MILLION. Smut… and worse.
Authors Notes: Yay, only a few days after and already had MORE than five reviews. I think I got like, 7? I hope this is a pattern, it's only because I worry people aren't reading!
Anyway, as I said before, I lost this chapter… And had to rewrite it, and it became something COMPLETELY different. Anyway, I like it, even though it's a it bit 0.o
I hope you like it too!
Chapter 3.
Draco felt his sole chance to ask his father the question that had always plagued his mind present itself; -but the slow ebbing at his consciousness had become more like a sway. Once again looking at his glass, which had barely reached half empty.
"You..." Draco shook his head slightly... "You took the photo.. Your finger was in.. In the shot" Fear of his own words drove the younger Malfoy to take a greater gulp of his wine.
"Indeed... A photo you've always found very curious" The words hung heavy in the air, spoken like a testament to Draco's guilt.
"A lesson I'm yet to treat you to Draco, Malfoys cannot do wrong" This instantly confused the small blonde immensely; -as he always seemed to be wrong...
"And as a Malfoy I have precedence to do whatever I like, with no care to what other people deem fit. It just so happens, that we have enough pride to with hold standards in our behaviour..." Draco just nodded this was obviously lesson he was yet to really grasp.
"No one would ever be good enough for you; other than another Malfoy Draco..." This caused an alarm bell in Draco's mind; but the alcohol caused a misty blur over as to why.
Nausea was hitting Draco, the toxic liquid bubbling inside him; as if trying to escape. Desperate not to throw up in his father's study the younger Malfoy stood, instantly regretting it as the floor began to spin. Clutching to the wooden table in front of him, there was little else the small blonde could do other than succumb to the bleak blackness of unconsciousness.
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Coming to under luke warm water falling on him in sheets, Draco concluded he must be in a shower. Which shower in the grand Malfoy manner he could not tell, as his eyes refused to focus. Hands were turning him; ensuring hot water touched all of his limbs. His father must have sent the house elves to tend to him, and so Draco decided returning to the subconscious realm was a better idea.
As he began to drift, his body slowly losing footing on the already slippery wet floor; a hard grasps took his wrist, forcing him to stay upright. ....A house elf could never manage that...
Eyes now open, Draco met his fathers stare. Standing awkwardly under the water, he couldn't be conscious. His father would never dirty himself with such a laborious task, this had to be a dream. Lucius only paused under Draco's return to reality, before continuing his ministrations. Once deeming the smaller blonde done, he helped him out of the shower and onto a soft magically warm rug.
Still subdued and awestruck, Draco proceeded to just stand there pliantly; leaving Lucius no friction or deliberation to complete his affectionate tasks. Taking a towel, the elder Malfoy gently dabbed at Draco's eyes; down his neck. Then dragged the soft fabric across his gaunt; aesthetically malnourished chest; slipping round to also catch the water from his yet-to-be broad shoulders. He tied this towel around Draco's waist, before collecting another and taking this same amount of care drying the boy's limp blonde hair.
An odd feeling of happiness was unfurling in the pit of Draco's stomach. He tried to bite it back; scared to nurture it incase it was pulled away from him at any moment. But now with Lucius attentive actions, dressing him in a deep green silk robe, Draco fell at the mercy of this feeling; and so at the same time the mercy of his father.
Lucius picked up his son and carried him to the marital bed. Dropping the silk robe to the floor and placing the smaller blonde onto the equally silky sheets. He placed one arm beside Draco's head; the other traced the boy's cheek. His thumb coming to rest on pale rose lips, slipping just enough inside to open it, before entering one finger to softly massage the tongue hidden inside.
Draco's breathing felt irregular and heavy; he monitored his father's actions with estrangement. Not reacting, or resisting; just pliant and mystified at Lucius finally taking a form of interest in him... -Perhaps something inbuilt even then told him he shouldn't allow it, but the quiet coaxing in his father's words, rules, lessons throughout the years; turned those thoughts away.
Lucius had shed his own robe now, alabaster skin mirroring Draco's own; though of much broader, much stronger, much more beautiful to the eye. The hand once between Draco's lips had drifted south, the still moist stomach and thighs wetting Lucius' digits.
Cupping under Draco's thigh, Lucius lifted it to suspend above the small blondes chest; giving him access to slide his long slender fingers against Draco's rosette entrance.
Draco felt trembles appear in his chest. 'Control' was the only word in his head. Malfoys should always remain in control. He bit his own lip as Lucius' fingers entered him, stretched him. It was only when he felt the elder blonde position himself, lift the second thigh, and begin to enter him did he go to gasp. Cut off though by soft lips and a lithe tongue, Lucius didn't allow him to break the deafening silence.
Soft panting soon filled the air; Draco let his body pulse as his virginity slipped away from him. Lucius now had his hands in his hair, pulling it gently backwards so a yet-to-be defined jaw line protruded. It was only then that Lucius finally spoke.
"I molded you... Made you... Prepared and perfected you..." His words were diluted with desire, but still held steady. "We can take whatever we like... One day you'll hold something in your hands Draco... Something you can take whatever you want from..." Lucius' thrusts had become faster and more irregular, finally climaxing in long strokes inside the panting boy.
He lowered his head, his lips barely close enough to touch Draco's ear. A soft breath echoed from Lucius' mouth "Until then, you're in my grasps" Draco met subconscious as these words filtered into his mind.
A/N: Well.. There we go, hah!
What did you think? Does it have the same '0.o' affect on you?
Maybe its because I originally wrote this as rape, and the it kinda became that..
