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The Tale of One Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy	By : zeldaofarel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 27840 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13: Getting Back at the Boy
Something was moving in his hand, of that he was certain. However, he didn't recall holding anything. He was just watching his two beautiful children playing in the Malfoy gardens, while the oldest was strolling among the roses with his own baby in his arms. It was such a serene scene; it filled him with a gentle happiness. He looked down at his hands and they were empty. He frowned again as the sense of a finger brushing the inside of his palm was still there.
Draco!
He was brought out of his dream with a gasp and raised his head so fast, he nearly pulled a muscle. In the hand that had been bothering him he was actually holding Draco's own hand. It really was moving. He looked up at his son's face contorted in pain. Then suddenly, his eyes sprang open, his mouth formed a silent scream and he bolted upright, snatching his hand away from that of his father's and clutching it to himself. As Lucius watched, his son froze in his terror, unseeing, panting, but otherwise still again.
"Draco?" Lucius tried.
The boy did not move, didn't even acknowledge him. Lucius decided to try another approach and put a hand on his shoulder. That did bring out a reaction in him, but not what his father expected. He suddenly went almost limp, barely holding his sitting position. His chin hit his torso, arms relaxed and fell to his side. He surrendered. The blond man beside him felt his heart constrict. He stood up and moved to sit on the bed next to him in order to have Draco see him. He did not move as the bed dipped, did not even acknowledge the person sitting down next to him. Lucius took his chin into his hand and turned his face to bring his own face into his son's line of vision.
"Draco," he spoke his name again.
Recognition flared in the boy's eyes, but did not bring with it the expected reaction.
"No!" he cried out. "Please, anything but his form. Please don't use it again," he pleaded, tears coming forth, but not moving his head away from the other person's grasp.
"Draco, it's me, your father," he tried to stay calm, not really understanding what was causing his son distress.
"I beg you, don't use the polyjuice again," Draco whispered.
Lucius understood at that moment. They probably polyjuiced themselves to look like him and did some unspeakable things to his son that way. It would not have been hard to find a strand of hair in his own home that came from him.
"No son, it's me," he tried to make him understand. "Look around you. You are not in the Manor anymore."
Draco did look around at that, but went on mumbling something like 'not him'. Lucius tried to embrace him, but the gesture only caused him to shudder.
"He will need time, Lucius," came the voice of Kathleen from the door.
The man looked up to find her carrying a tray of potions and breakfast with her. He moved away from his son and watched as she put it on a small table not far from the bed.
"You'd better go. I think your presence only upsets him for now. Besides, Harry is looking for you," she reasoned.
Lucius was torn for a moment. He looked down upon his beautiful son still quivering and mumbling. It pained him that he could not help, but he acknowledged it still. Perhaps a woman would be preferential company for him at that time and if His Lord was indeed looking for him, he'd better see what he wanted. After all, both of them were in his debt and needed to remain in the young man's good graces. Therefore, he went out of the room and cast tempus with his new wand. He savoured for a moment the almost forgotten sensation of his magic working trough his body and out his wand. He noted that it was breakfast time and went down to attend it in the small morning parlor.
When he arrived everyone was there, except for Kathleen. Lord Potter looked scolding at him and gestured to his seat at the table, which was farther down. Lucius sat and schooled his features neutral at the sight of Finnigan sitting at His Master's right. Breakfast was a more quiet affair than usual. Everyone seemed to be occupied with their own thoughts. Just as they were sipping the last drops of their tea, Lord Potter spoke:
"Lucius, I want to talk to you in the library. Snape, please see to Draco's welfare. We will not be training today."
"Very well, Potter. I will give you today, but don't expect me to let you slack off tomorrow," Severus warned.
"I don't," he said, giving the man a cheeky smile. However, he quickly schooled his features back to his regular authoritive one.
He looks so sweet and young when he smiles like that.
Oh Lucius, why don't you break out into a song about it. Or a poem! Present it to him wearing a pink tutu.
Lucius frowned at his thoughts and went back to his fruit tart and mustard. The combination was just heavenly, even if the Hungarian witch sitting close to him was frowning at it. He finished it and washed it down with some green tea.
Lord Potter stood and made his way towards the library. Lucius hastened after him.
"Kneel at my feet, Lucius," he said as he sat down into his favourite armchair.
Lucius did as he was told. He bowed his head, not looking at the Young Master next to him.
"Lucius, Lucius," he sighed and caressed the man's head, occasionally playing with his hair. "What am I to do with you when you don't obey my orders? I told you specifically to go to your room. In stead, you slept beside your son. However, I suppose I should have thought about your need to be beside Draco. I have heard of his injuries. I do give you permission now to spend as much time with him as you want to," Lucius wanted to thank him, but Master went on. "Seamus is here now and he attends to me at the moment."
The blond man couldn't help the stiffening of his spine at that. Sure, the man was younger, but not as beautiful as Lucius himself. The Lord did take notice of the change in his posture though.
"You don't like it, Lucius? Do you miss sleeping in my bed? Do you miss my cock up your glorious ass, still so tight for me?" he asked, his voice betraying that he already knew the answer.
"Yes, My Lord," Lucius moaned.
"Hmm. I suppose I could use you for a quick tryst right now. Would you like that?"
"Please," he breathed, his arousal already evident through his robes.
"All right, but I must warn you. I don't have much time for preparation. Position yourself," he demanded.
Lucius did as he was told. He was only wearing light robes and nothing underneath, as was traditional for the summertime. He quickly discarded those and got down on his hands and knees before the man. Then he put his head down on the ground, his right cheek touching the expensive rug he was on and reaching behind him, spread his ass apart. His Lord could be in perfect view of his already winking hole. His cock was so hard, leaking precome.
"Very good, Lucius," the blond man almost preened at the sound of appreciation in His Master's voice. "So beautiful. Almost ready for me."
Lucius glanced behind him and saw Lord Potter lubricate himself with his wand. Then the cleansing and lubricating spells washed over him, quickly preparing him for what was to come. However, there was no stretching charm. Usually he did all of these by hand, but they were in a hurry. Soon enough, the dark-haired man was slipping into him, the stretch a bit painful. Lucius welcomed the pain on the other hand and savoured the feeling of that gorgeous cock filling him once more. The other man took hold of his hips and started to pound into him with quick and strong thrusts, hitting his prostate every time. The blond was moaning and babbling about his appreciation, loving the rough use of his hole. Too soon it was all over and he spilled himself all over the carpet and the man came inside him as he clamped down on his shaft.
Lord Potter fell back into his chair, exhausted, his cock lying soft on his belly. Lucius noted as he turned around that he had not taken off his clothes, just opened his robes and unzipped his trousers that he still insisted on wearing.
"Clean me up, Lucius," he gestured to his spent manhood.
Lucius went to him on all fours as he had still not stood up. The come was still leaking from his abused hole and trickled down on his legs as he moved. His Lord always came so much. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting it from the source. Maybe he could even get His Lord to come again, into his mouth. He got between the spread legs and slowly started to bathe the appendage with his tongue. The come was slightly saltier than usual, but he went on trying to convince the young man to get hard again and use his mouth as well. He got his lips around the head, not touching with his hands, then slowly slid his mouth down, relaxing his throat muscles to take all of him down. As his nose buried into the pubic hair and his throat stretched, his stomach turned a bit. It took all of his willpower not to wrench his mouth away and get sick all over the floor. Instead, he swallowed the bile back down, causing the man to moan out loud as he also swallowed around the cock. He began to slowly slide it out of his mouth and go back down, fighting the urge to puke all the way.
"What are you doing?!" it was Finnigan�s voice. The boy must have come in, but they were both too occupied to hear anything. Lucius wanted to stop, but Lord Potter tugged on his hair in a way that told him he must continue as if nothing was happening. He was secretly thrilled that the boy caught them and the knowledge took his mind away from his discomfort.
"What does it look like, Seamus? I'm using my slave," he stated nonchalantly.
"But you're my boyfriend!" he screeched.
"Boyfriend?" Potter let out a sarcastic laugh at that. "You actually thought that just because we fucked now we're in a relationship? Sure, your ass is nice and you give a good enough head, but that's it. I don't do exclusive, Seamus. Now you can stay there and watch as I make use of Lucius' talented mouth, or you could even join him kneeling before me," he said, patting Lucius' head and moaned as the blond purposefully sucked harder.
"All right, stay there and gap like a fool," he remarked as there was no movement after a while.
He took Lucius' head in his hands and shoved backwards, indicating that he let go of his regained erection. Lucius sat down on his heals and His Lord stood up and positioned his cock before his mouth, then took the blond head in his right hand. Lucius understood the silent message and opened his mouth wide, already relaxing his throat. Potter thrust his cock in, making use of his mouth as he had of his ass previously. Again, the fucking was almost brutal in its force, quick and merciless. He did not care if the man gagged or whatever happened. Lucius was hard once more in spite of his still present nausea. Soon enough, come was filling his throat, sliding down into his stomach. It was the hardest not to throw up then, but the man managed that feat. The shaft was pulled from his mouth, but still kept before him in order to have him clean it up once more. Once that was done, it was hid behind the trousers and the robe.
"Stand up and go, Lucius. Put on your robe and you have a free day. Spend it as you wish. And you may also bring yourself off as many times as you want to," His Lord bid him to leave.
He did stand, his erection still present. He quickly put his robe on and walking in a way as to not hurt himself, quickly made his way out towards his room. Finnigan was still standing in the middle of the room, his eyes shooting daggers at Lucius and His Master. Lucius smirked at the boy when their eyes meet and quickly ran a taunting tongue around his lips.
Once he was in his room, however, he sat on his bed, took off his robes and pulled at himself roughly with quick strokes that would have matched the thrusts from earlier. As he came, however, the bile also rose in his throat and he had to run to the toilet with his seed dropping all over the room. He was violently sick into the bowl and didn't stop for many long moments. After that he was exhausted and couldn't get up, just curled up on the bathroom rug and closed his eyes.
Well, at least you managed to win one over the Irish boy, Lucius.
To be continued...
- 12
- 13
- 14
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The Tale of One Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy