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Daddy Like	By : Die4U1990 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 17440 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter or any of the fandom elements, JK Rowling does and I thank her for not sueing me. I also make no money from this

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Harry stood in the library for at least ten minutes before he finally cast a cleaning spell. And then he sat down to think. He knew somewhere in his mind that he really shouldn’t want to do that again quite as much as he did. He also knew that being in Lucius’ arms had been the most perfect moment ever. But to be honest, he wasn’t in love with the man. Whenever he tried to conjure up feelings stronger then lust he had to consider the truth of who the man was. It was more then just sleeping with Malfoy’s father, he felt he could survive that emotionally, even if it was taboo. And it wasn’t just an older man, that he could also have dealt with. But no, this was Lucius Malfoy.

If you had of asked Harry two maybe three years ago who he believed to be the top three most evil men, Lucius would have made number three. He was a Death Eater for crying out loud. An unrepentant Death Eater at that. Lucius Malfoy had avoided Azkhaban thanks to his own help. And some days he was ashamed of himself for that help. Him and Malfoy had just become friends and Draco came to him literally in tears explaining that he wasn’t going to be able to survive without his father. It had confused Harry at first, he had no idea Draco had such fond feeling for the man, and even worse he wasn’t sure when it was he decided that he cared enough about what Malfoy thought to do anything about it. Harry had argued of course, and when it became clear that Draco loved his father dearly Harry started to question the man’s character. Sure he had served the Dark Lord for decades, and sure he had tortured, raped, and murdered people for the sake of that Lord, but how could he be so bad if his son loved him so much.

He wasn’t always proud of himself for sticking up for Lucius when the eventual trial came around. But he had for Draco’s sake. That was one of the main reasons he was staying now. He knew that Lucius was good to his family, and he wanted to reconcile the violent evil man he knew with the one who tucked his son in at night. But apparently Harry found himself reacting more then he should towards Lucius. He tried to go over his own thoughts again, tried to understand what he was seeing. But he shied away from the thought in the back of his mind. The one that said gentle hands were all well and good, but the Lucius he wanted...was all about pain.

Lucius sat in his bathroom staring at the water in the tub. He had filled it up to take a nice long bath, but found himself unmoving on the toilet seat. He had kissed Harry. He had kissed Bloody Harry James Potter! He had in the past held that boy down and tortured him, or at least helped others do it. He had tortured some of Harry’s best friends, yet he knew Harry had fought for him at trial. He hadn’t needed to of course, Lucius could have conned his way out somehow, but to have the boy-who-lived come to the rescue of a convicted Death Eater...it was unthinkable. And now he sat thinking about it, thinking about how Harry’s lips had felt beneath his and how their bodies had meshed. He felt himself growing a bit hard at the look on Harry’s face as he came. Lucius stroked himself a bit picturing it. All soft skin and gentle caresses, he knew the feel of Harry’s skin against his would haunt him for the rest of his life.

He thought over his own feelings, trying to judge what he was doing. At one time he had faithfully served the Dark Lord. He had reveled in the power the man gave him, and felt he should always be at the foot of the throne. He was Lucius Malfoy, he worshipped power, and Harry was the new power. He considered this, that he just wanted Harry to like him because Harry was powerful. He tried to agree with this thought, tried to tell himself it was the answer. But he had to push away the image that sat in the back of his mind. The one that said when he had came, Harry made a face a lot like the one he did when he was screaming, and Lucius honestly didn’t know which turned him on more.

He stood and paced a bit more, trying to straighten out his mind. He knew he was a bit of a sadist, he knew causing other people pain turned him on. But he had never given into that. He had never hit his wife, or humiliated her. It was just something in the back of his head, something he never would have known about if he hadn’t been forced to torture muggles and muggleborns. Or so he told himself, but honestly he knew about it by the time he was in his fifth year of Hogwarts. He was a Slytherin for Merlin’s sake. Of course he has done some hurting, and some bullying, but..he wasn’t happy about the way he reacted to these things. Sadism is all well and good, when you can go about it without getting caught or without hurting anyone in an irrevocable way. He knew this, he knew he should keep his proclivities as far away from his sex life as possible. But it didn’t stop him from growing hard at the thought of Harry screaming in pain.

He shook his head again trying to clear it as he got up to pace the bathroom floor. He was pretty sure he could deal with the sadistic impulses towards that eighteen year old boy. He knew he could have sex with him, or not, and ignore those thoughts. Except...at the same time as he was picturing Harry screaming in pain, at the same time he was feeling himself grow hard...he also felt a fierce protectiveness. A feeling that said no one should be allowed to hurt this boy, except me. And that was the feeling that left him both chilled...and superheated.

Harry sat on the floor next to Draco’s bed and tried to figure out exactly what it was he wanted. It was one thing to fantasize about twisted things, another completely to contemplate actually doing them. But he could feel how hard he was getting at the though of it. He didn’t remember much from when he was here during the war, but he remembered Lucius. He hated to think about it because he tried to deny his own motivations ninety percent of the time. But he knew that Lucius’ face had been haunting his since he had seen him that night. The look on his face, the complete rapture as he cast the Cruciatus curse was just to much for Harry. He wanted that look turned on him, even if it did mean he was to bear the brunt of that pain.

He felt himself harden as he sat there and almost didn’t hear the door open. Lucius stood in the doorway and watched Harry, he felt the intense waves of emotion wafting off of him and knew he had to act. Harry looked up at him and he motioned for him to follow. Lucius cast one last look at his son sleeping peacefully on the bed and led Harry towards the spare room. Harry stepped inside and looked around, your basic spare room, rather dusty and large. There was a bed in the corner that had seen better days and Harry could picture the dust motes drifting up when they collapsed onto it. But Lucius just stood there for a moment appraising Harry, and then circled around him like a predator around prey. He stopped behind Harry and placed a light kiss to the sensitive skin of Harry’s neck. Harry heard him shudder before taking a step back.

He twisted Harry around to face him and looked over that beautiful young man. He bit his lip in indecision for a moment then looked at Harry sternly.

“Harry, work with me, as much as you can, but...if you want me to stop don’t hesitate to ask.” Lucius hated himself even as he saw Harry nod. Harry may have wanted sex, but he had no idea what he was getting himself into. But Harry just nodded and met Lucius’ eyes and Lucius pointed his wand towards that beautiful face and smiled his cruelest smile, feeling how his cock strained against his trousers as he said the next word.

“Kneel.” And Harry did.
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