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Title: Truly a Malfoy
Rating: R
Pairing: LM/DM
Warning: Non-consensual incest. Dark-fic. Draco's first time.
Summary: Lucius has finally taken an interest in Draco -- only it is not paternal in nature.
A/N: This fic is part of the Roughside HP Slavefic Fuh-Q-Fest (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/roughside/ )
Challenge # 102: Draco and Lucius are involved in a non-consensual incestuous relationship. Who's dominating
whom is up to you. (Seraphtrevs)
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Draco's fifth year at Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry hast est ended. Harry Potter managed to "save" them all from Lord Voldemort. Again. Frankly, Draco didn't want to accept the dark mark if the leader was continually being beaten by a boy and his two side-kicks. Between the Mudblood’s excellent grades and Potter’s skill on the Quidditch field, his time at school had been a living hell. Although, he'd rather be at Hogwarts then at Malfoy Manor suffering through another of one of his parents' oppressively polite dinner parties.
The Malfoys often entertained Lucius' business associates and Narcissa's social contacts. On this occasion, Draco was once again cast in the part of the charming heir. His duties usually consisted of smiling politely and nattering on about school. Under the hawk-like eyes of his father, Draco circulated around the room and made sure to be civil to everyone. Supposedly, this party was to celebrate his return home but none of his friends had been invited. Apparently, his parents thought that nothing says "welcome home" like having dinner with a group of middle-aged witches and wizards.
From the outside, he supposed they appeared to be a perfect family. But in Draco's eyes it was all a charade. He felt like he didn't even really know them and they certainly didn't know him. Sometimes, he wondered why they even bothered to have him. Perhaps, Lucius and Narcissa needed a child to complete the pretense of being perfect. When he was a small boy, he craved their attention but now he was almost grateful for their complete lack of concern. It was much more bearable if they stayed away completely because Draco didn't have to focus on what wasn't right about their relationship. He would never admit it, but he thought Potter got the better end of the deal. His parents loved him so much they were willing to die for him. Draco wouldn't be surprised if his parents offered him up to save their own hides.
Draco was primarily raised by house-elves and the occasional governess. The nannies never lasted long because his father had a certain ‘affection’ for them. His mother usually got rid of the offensive servant a few days after Lucius has expressed his interest. Not that Narcissa really cared about Lucius' fidelity, but she did care about the gossip it created among the servants. She never wanted to be made a fool of in public. Lucius and Narcissa hadn't even slept in the same wing of the house since Draco was a boy. Draco knew full well that his father had affairs - the cavalcade of "friends" that appeared whenever his mother left the house was proof positive. Apparently Lucius had lovers of both sexes, which was a Malfoy family tradition. Draco had never seen his mother with another man - or another woman, for that matter. Draco was convinced that she was too involved with her own reflection to ever have a relationship with a real person - including her husband and son.
When, the party had finally wound down, his parents stood by the door and said their goodbyes. Their arms were linked and they mouthed pleasantries as if they touched each other every day. The Death Eaters streamed out of the house to Dissapparate from the lawn, beyond the protection barriers. Draco sighed in relief and trudged up the stairs, when his father's voice forestalled him. " Draco, may I have a word with you?"
Draco knew from the Lucius' tone that it was an order and not a request. Nevertheless, he pasted on a smile and said. "Yes, Father."
"Await me in the study, Draco," Lucius commanded with the most curious expression on his face.
Draco reluctantly headed back down the stairs. His father's study was a formidable, masculine room that exuded authority and dominance. It belonged to Lucius alone and he often did business there from behind his massive mahogany desk. It was even off-limits to the house-elves who's main responsibility as cleaning. Draco gritted his teeth and pushed open the door. His father often staged these "helpful" father-son chats about how he was ruining the Malfoy line his with endless failures in the room, so Draco had some rather unpleasant associations. He sat down in one of the supple leather chairs in front of the desk and waited for the criticism to commence. He loathed these one-sided "conversations" and often smarted off to him in his mind but he wasn't foolish enough to do so aloud. Lucius had never hit Draco but he'd come perilously close with that ridiculous cane of his. If Draco were to ever stand up to the man, he'd "accidently" miss and then he'd spend the next month in St. Mungo's recovering.
Fifteen minutes later, Lucius appeared. His deep blue robes swirled around him as he swept into the room. "How was your trip home, Draco?" It always started out like that. Lucius would ask innocuous questions laced with feigned concern. And then - he would move in for the kill. Draco mentally braced himself for the verbal assault. "It was uneventful, Father."
While other families had joyous reunions on the train platform, Draco had a coach and two house-elves to meet him. When he'd gotten home, there had been a note on his desk asking him to dress for tonight's dinner party. Draco hadn't seen them until the party began and, even then, from a distance. He twisted in his seat to gauge his father's reaction, which was carefully neutral. Lucius could have been a diplomat - or an assassin.
"Good," Lucius said benignly as he crossed to the small bar on the left side of the room and poured himself a brandy. Draco found himself startled by their similarities once more. He and his father had the same hair and eye color, the same well-formed features, and the same frame. Looking at Lucius was rather like staring into his future. Draco shuddered at the thought. Lucius prowled over to his son's chair. "Would you care for a taste, son?" With a wicked smile, he offered his own glass up to the boy.
Draco was startled. His father had never let him drink from the same cup. "Yes, sir." He gingerly took it from Lucius and brought it to his own mouth.
"Slowly, Draco," he admonished as he watched his son carefully.
Draco took a sip and the brandy slid down his throat like liquid fire. He desperately fought the urge to cough, lest he embarrass himself in front of the one person he took great pains to impress. "Smooth," he muttered hoarsely. He hoped it was an appropriate response.
"I think that's enough for now." Lucius actually smiled at him and not in the normal condescending way he did when Draco said something less than intelligent. Lucius plucked the glass from his son's grasp, brushing the boy's fingers as he did so. It made Draco feel warm inside. Maybe he was being too hard on his father. Lucius obviously felt some small bit of affection for him.
Lucius sat down behind the desk. "Did you get your birthday present?"
The ending of school always coincided with Draco's birthday. "Yes, Father. It arrived right before I left for home or I would have owled you a thank you note," he explained hastily. Maybe his breech of manners had prompted the talk. Lucius took the social niceties very seriously. Malfoys were always well mannered to their equals.
And, then Lucius did something that confused Draco. He turned the glass Draco had drank from in his hands until he spied the imprint of his son's lips. Lucius fit his mouth over the same place before he took a sip. "And do you like it?"
Draco nodded. "Very much." He absently pulled the dragon amulet out from under his shirt. It's ruby eyes glinted in the meager candlelight. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said indolently. "Be careful with it. It is a very powerful talisman." He rounded his desk and took the amulet into his own hands, studying it. "I thought it would be fitting for my very own dragon."
Then, his eyes slid to Draco as he traced the silver lines of the store-bought dragon.
"Yes, sir," Draco agreed inanely, wondering why his father was looking at him like that. He was keenly aware of the chain around his neck. Lucius held both it and him in his grasp.
"Sixteen years old," he mused, as Lucius continued to stroke the dragon possessively. His gaze never left Draco's flint eyes.
He'd felt uncomfortable around his father nearly every time they had spoken but never like this. He couldn't quite put a finger on it, but there was something very different in the way his father was behaving.
"I remember my sixteenth year. It was very. . .eventful."
"I'm sure it was." Draco feigned a large yawn, which he smothered behind his hand. "Father, may I be excused? I'm very tired."
"Of course." Lucius dropped the chain and the amulet once more settled on Draco's chest. The boy quickly stood up and made to move around the chair when Lucius put a hand on his shoulder. "Happy birthday, Draco," he whispered as he leaned down and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
Draco had never been kissed by his father. Part of him was thrilled by a sign of his affection. Part of him was uneasy about what it might mean.
Lucius' heavy-lidded gaze fastened on him once more as he pulled back. "Goodnight, son."
"Goodnight, Father." Draco pushed passed him and sought the relative safety of his own room. He usually slept in the nude while he was at home. He enjoyed the feel of thousand- galleon silk sheets against his bare skin. But this particular night, he wore pajamas to bed. It just seemed safer, somehow.
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For the next two weeks, Draco managed to avoid his father. He had no desire to discuss the strange feelings his father's proper but, somehow, improper kiss evoked in him. One of the wonderful things about living on an estate as large as Malfoy Manor, were the many places to hide out in. However, he didn't hide from his mother. Draco glimpsed his mother a half-dozen times and she usually gave him a distracted wave or blew one of her affected kisses at him which he pretended to catch. For the first time, Draco found her presence reassuring and he made sure to cross her path every couple of days.
On Thursday , one of the house-elves tracked him down at the stables. Draco was brushing down his horse, Necromancer, a beautiful all-black gelding. He was as ill-tempered as they come. Draco had admired the animal from the moment his father bought him. There was something in that horse that refused to be broken. Lucius had nearly had Necromancer destroyed when the horse tried to bite him. But Draco had begged him not to and his father had relented at the last moment. Draco was the only one Necromancer ever allowed on his back and he felt Lucius got what he deserved for trying to force the issue.
"Master Malfoy be wanting to see you in the study," the elf said. Draco had no idea what its name was. He sighed in disgust, wondering what he'd done to "disgrace" the name of Malfoy this time. "Fine, I'll be there in twenty minutes." He'd just gotten back from a twilight ride and had been brushing out Necromancer. It wasn't really a chore for him. He enjoyed grooming his glossy coat and speaking to him softly. Necromancer was the best listener at Malfoy Manor.
The little elf began to twitch and cower.
They always did that when they told a wizard news he didn't want to hear. "He wants to see me now, doesn't he?"
The elf nodded shyly, eyes downcast.
"Bloody hell!" Draco threw down the brush. "Finish combing him out." He left the house-elf staring up at the big black horse with wide eyes.
Lucius quirked one well-manicured brow at him as he entered the study. He was situated in a wing chair by the fireplace which was crackling with flaming bespelled logs. It wasn't cold enough to warrant a fire, but Lucius loved the effect it created. Due to the magic logs, the fire was actually giving off a cool breeze. Even though it was the weekend, his father was still in dress robes. Draco had never actually seen him looking less than immaculate. He held a snifter of brandy. "Nice of you to join me, Draco."
"Sorry for the delay, Father," he replied smoothly as he seated himself in the chair opposite Lucius.
"You've been out riding," he commented, taking in the body-hugging sable riding breeches and black button-down shirt.
"Yes, I went out to the southern edge of the property." Draco always wore jet black when he rode
Necromancer. It made him feel as if he were a part of him - like they were one graceful animal instead of a fluid pair.
"How nice." But Lucius wasn't concentrating on his words or even his son's face. He was still scanning the youth's body.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" he prompted.
Lucius leisurely brought his eyes back to the boy's face. "I just wanted to tell you that your mother left for an extended weekend with one of her friends."
Draco's breath caught. That meant he would be alone in the house with Lucius, and that made him very uncomfortable. "Where did she go?"
"Yorkshire," he drawled. "Evidently there's a spa there she's been dying to visit."
"I see." Draco got to his feet, not liking the cat and mouse game his father seemed to be playing - or the unholy look in his eyes. He recognized it as raw lust. Draco himself had cast those sorts of looks at unsuspecting girls -- and a few boys too. He'd certainly been on the other end of a few looks too. But never from his father. He had no clue whether it was his own overactive imagination or the horrible truth but he suddenly needed to get away from his father. "Maybe I should be going."
"Sit down," Lucius said coldly, in the tone he reserved for his lectures.
Draco obediently lowered himself back into the chair.
"You surprise me, Draco. Aren't you always bemoaning the fact that I never spend enough time with you?" he asked sarcastically. "I thought we'd have a drink together and. . .talk."
Draco managed to nod and Lucius sauntered over to the bar to pour a drink for his son. Draco took in several calming breaths. Lucius pressed the drink into his hand and he immediately took a sip. It didn't burn as much as it did last time.
"What did you want to talk about, Father?" Draco asked. He deliberately exaggerated the title, he had an urgent need to remind Lucius who he was.
"Why, you, of course." Those wintry blue eyes settle on him. "Tell me about school."
Draco took another fortifying sip of the brandy and found that he enjoyed it this time. "I'm going to be a prefect next year." He mindlessly swirled the drink in his hand, whirling the amber liquid around and around and around. "I finished in the top two percent of my class."
"Quite an achievement," Lucius said.
He blinked at the absence of criticism or the awful comparisons to Granger and her overly developed
mudblood brain."Thank you, Father." Draco began to relax a little and took another sip of the brandy. Maybe he'd worked himself into a frenzy over nothing.
"And what about your social activities?"
"Crabbe, Goyle, and I-"
"No, Draco, not your little sycophants. Do you have a girlfriend?"
Draco stared at him blankly.
"Perhaps, I'm being presumptuous. A boyfriend?"
Draco couldn't fathom why his father would want to know about that. He didn't have one. Sure, he'd kissed the odd girl at a school dance but there hadn't been anyone permanent. It took a lot of hard work to maintain his average and he bloody well didn't have the time to chase a girl around. There was also that oddly pleasurable moment he'd had with Zabini in the showers but that really didn't count. Draco hadn't been shocked that he'd learned he had leanings both ways. He'd just never had a chance to explore them yet. For the most part, he'd been relegated to his imagination and the firm grip of his own hand. "There's no one."
Lucius seemed very pleased with the knowledge. "My dear Draco, are you telling me that you're a virgin?"
Draco turned three shades of red. He was suddenly looking back fondly on all of those lectures. "Yes, sir," he mumbled before bringing the glass to his lips and taking a larger drink.
"Have you had any experience?" Lucius asked as he watched the innocent boy with predatory eyes.
"Yes," Draco bit out defensively. "Kisses." He abruptly found it hard to sit upright. He felt warm all over. His arms and legs couldn't find the strength to hold him up. It was as if his bones had all melted into a pleasurable little puddle.
"Only kisses? I shall have to rectify that, " Lucius said with a flash of his sharp white teeth.
"Father?" Draco couldn't even keep his eyes open. "I feel so strange. . ." The ballooned glass slipped from his grasp and shattered. "I can't. . .I can't. . ."
Lucius watched impassively as Draco slid to the floor to lie beside the jagged pieces of a previously beautiful object.
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Draco blearily opened his eyes and managed to focus on the velvet bed curtains surrounding him. Dark blue. This was his father's bedroom. Draco could feel every nuance of the velvet counterpane beneath him and that's when he discovered he was nude. The only covering he had was the amulet his father had given him. He struggled to sit up but his movements were slow and awkward.
"Lie down before you fall down." His father's from drifted into view. "I was beginning to think you'd sleep the night away." Lucius stood at the end of his bed with a smug smile on his face. "I'd forgotten that Laxus doesn't mix well with alcohol."
There was too much information to process. Draco hastily brought his knees up to shield himself and his father smirked. "I've seen it all, boy. There's no need to be shy."
"You drugged me?" Draco cried angrily. "Why the hell am I naked? What--"
Lucius sighed heavily. "Really, Draco, you sound like your mother. All that's missing is the hurt tone and the tears." The bed dipped under his weight as he sat beside his son's hip. Lucius deliberately removed one of his gloves and possessively placed one of his graceful hands on the boy's bare flank.
"Father? What are you doing?" Draco said in a very small voice.
"My, my, you are a virgin, if you don't know what my intentions are." His hand slid up his side.
"Stop it!" Draco forced his sluggish muscles to move and lurched his body away from the older man. "Stay away from me!"
"And here I thought you wanted my attention."
"Not like this!" Draco tried to place his feet on the floor but Lucius reached out and grabbed him by the arm.
"Don't touch me! Leave me alone!" But his father dragged him back across the bed. Lucius didn't stop until he was in the center once more. Only this time, he placed a hand against the boy's stomach to pin him in place. "Stop this. This is wrong, I'm your son. You shouldn't-"
"Stop mewling," Lucius snapped. "This is far overdue. I'd no idea you'd grown this much." He leered down at Draco.
"What are you talking about?"
"My duty, Draco. It's my responsibility to make you a man." His hand slipped from Draco's lower stomach to the pale quivering flesh between his legs. "My father did the same for me and his father did the same for him. It's a family tradition." His gray eyes locked with his son's. "One you will carry on tonight."
"No! I don't want this," Draco blurted out as tugged at his father's arm with his hands. "Stop! Don't!"
"Draco!" Lucius growled as he removed his hand from the boy's unwilling staff and clapped it over his mouth and nose. Draco's eyes widened and he desperately clawed at his father's arm. Lucius ignored him and resolutely cut off his air supply. "I don't want to hurt you, Draco, but I will."
Draco tried to focus on what Lucius was saying but he was starting to see dots dancing before his eyes.
"You're going to submit to me or I will beat you until you don't have the strength to resist. Do you understand me?"
Lucius' resolve was legendary and he wouldn't think twice about beating his son black and blue in order to carry out something he felt was right. Draco also knew that he wasn't in any fit state to fight his father. He couldn't even stand on his own two feet. Draco nodded miserably. There was no choice but to submit. Lucius finally withdrew his hand and Draco gasped in air, trying to move it through his lungs slowly so that he didn't hyperventilate.
Lucius calmly stood up and began to disrobe while Draco waited on his bed, feeling like one of his father's whores. When he finished, he turned to Draco and the boy lowered his eyes. "Look at me, Draco. See what your future holds."
A future where he raped his own son? Draco shuddered at the very thought. But Draco did he as he was told - he'd been practicing that maneuver for years. Lucius' hair was longer than Draco's own and it was left down around his shoulders. He's was also taller than Draco and his chest and arms had much more muscle. Between his legs, was his imposing sex which was swollen and hard. Draco's eyes flew to his father's face and the older man laughed outright. "Don't worry, Draco. I'll prepare you."
Draco said nothing, staring at him sullenly. Lucius said he couldn't fight him but he didn't say a damn thing about being a willing participant.
Instead of being upset, Lucius seemed amused. "Ah, you're going to be the long-suffering martyr. Definitely your mother's son, aren't you?"
"Does she know about this?" Draco asked tightly.
"She's a Malfoy by marriage, Draco. She wouldn't understand." There was a warning in those words. "And if she did, somehow, find out, I'd simply Obliviate her, son," Lucius said wickedly.
He would too. "I hate you," Draco bit out. He put all of the loathing and the anger he'd bottled up for the last sixteen years into it.
Lucius smirked. "Now, you've gone and hurt my feelings. I'm only doing what you've always wanted Draco." His hand settled on his son's sex once more. "You've always wanted daddy to 'love' you."
Draco's eyes shut against the rush of pain those words brought. So, his father had always known that he desperately wanted his love and attention. On his more forgiving days, Draco imagined that Lucius was simply an inept father, that he didn't know how to parent so it wasn't really his fault. But, no, his father had merely ignored his son's needs in favor of his own. And, now Lucius chose to mock him with that knowledge right before he raped him. Draco's eyes were granite slits as he spat out, "you can kiss my-"
"If you insist," Lucius said with a lustful grin. He pinched Draco's hip roughly, squeezing the skin. "Roll over, Draco."
Draco rolled over, vowing not to show any sign of weakness to this man ever again.
Lucius straddled his son, running his hands up and down his back. The skin was supple and the muscles beneath it were built with daily Quidditch practice. "I'd forgotten how soft a boy's skin can be," Lucius muttered. Draco could feel his father's manhood against his buttocks - a branding iron of living flesh. Lucius turned his attention to the boy's pale cheeks which were firm and well-defined. He brought his mouth to Draco's skin and peppered each cheek with a half-dozen kisses. "See? All you had to do was ask."
Draco slammed his eyes shut.
Lucius fingers pried Draco's ass cheeks apart and the boy involuntarily tried to squeeze them shut. "Easy," Lucius crooned, sounding like a lover instead of a rapist. He pressed his wand to the puckered opening. "Perfusus."
There was a rush of wet heat and Draco couldn't bite back a moan when his father inserted a finger.
"So tight." Draco squeezed up around his hand but Lucius resolutely worked in another finger.
To his own horror, Draco felt himself responding. The friction of the soft bedspread beneath him coupled with the movements of his father were too much stimulation for his body to ignore. "No. . ." Draco moaned, burying his head in a pillow.
Lucius chuckled softly as he added another finger. "Oh, yes." Then, he began to scissor his fingers in and out.
Draco couldn't contain a groan and found his hips moving with his father's fingers.
"Good boy," Lucius growled.
It was the first time his father had ever openly approved him. Draco's lowered his head in shame even as his father continued to manipulate his body into returning his ardor.
"I knew you'd like this. You're a Malfoy, son. Rules don't apply to us." Lucius reached around Draco to stroke the boy's stiff erection.
Draco shut his eyes and thrust into his father's hand instinctively. "I. . I don't-"
"Shh. . .you're all ready." Lucius reluctantly released Draco's staff. He removed his fingers from his son, only to replace them with his thicker, blunter implement. Lucius growled as he finally entered Draco. "So tight. . .so good. . .I've wanted this for years."
Draco buried his face deeper into the pillow and willed his father to finish soon.
Lucius seemed to glory in the unwholesome act. He chanted Draco's name as he glided in and out of the boy's body. When, he was nearing his climax, he stroked Draco's erection once more. "Come. . .come with me. . ."
"No. . .No. . ." Draco whined as he tried to stop his body's natural inclination. But it was too much.
Draco gave in to his father's ministrations and climaxed with an agonized groan.
This spurred Lucius on and he thrust deeper once more before coming inside his very own son. "Ah. . .my Draco."
Tears slid down Draco's face as his father pulled out of him with a sickening plop.
Lucius was deliciously sated. He couldn't ever remember such an intense orgasm. He kissed the back of the boy's neck, drunk on his own power and decadence. Lucius ruffled his hair and slid a hand down his back. Lucius' own father had taken his virginity but they had never had more than one night. He wanted to do this again and again. "I love you, Draco," he said with a sly smile.
Draco shuddered. These were the words he'd longed to hear. . .said at the worst time possible.
"Well?" Lucius demanded imperiously.
"I love you too," Draco answered obediently as his father resumed his stroking. Somehow, Lucius thought they were lovers instead of victim and rapist. Then he realized why. This hadn't been a one-time event that he had to bear. Lucius wanted to rape him repeatedly. . . and he'd have no choice but to go along with it. What could he possibly do about it? Go to the Ministry of Magic where his father worked and blab the story to his co-workers? Tell daft old Dumbledore so the whole school could know that his own father was buggering him? None of those options were viable. Draco slowly allowed himself to relax into his father's touch. He told himself that it wasn't really that bad. Lucius said he loved him, right? Surely, this was a small price to pay for his father's approval. Really, it hadn't been all that horrible. Maybe if he just pretended that. . .
Lucius rolled his son over and kissed his suddenly eager mouth. "Now, you are a truly a Malfoy," Lucius said with pride.
A/N 1: Laxus is Latin for "relax." Perfusus is Latin for "drenched" or "soaked."
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