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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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A/N Finally got it up, I know I'm OOC, but really, does anyone know what is going on in Lucius's mind? I like believing he has a tender side, and does it really surprise you to think Harry has severe masochistic tendencies? Ha, not in the least. Well anyway, read and vote and tell me what you think. Not sure how long I'm going, probably sum it up next chapter, unless you want it to go on...Oh and major smut will be coming. One more thing, in warnings, change rim to oral, can't figure out how to fix that...

Harry swallowed hard as he kneeled, back straight and legs parted. He felt an odd fear, a part of him wondering if he had misjudged, if this was more than a game to Lucius. But he saw the pure want and joy on Lucius’ face for a single moment before he put on the mask. And by Merlin, both those faces were beautiful. The first open and honest and needing. And the second all sharp lines and shadows, anger and fine restraint, as if he could kill without a thought, but had learned over the years to think. Harry felt himself grow hard as Lucius stared at him, and he awaited the words. He didn’t know what he wanted, just that he knew that this man over him was a truly evil man, and that he would give anything to fuck him.

Harry almost hated his response, but there was something to delicious about the cold fire in Malfoy’s eyes. Lucius circled him like he was prey, and he had to decide the best pattern in which to devour him. Lucius felt how tight his pants were getting and Harry eyed him with delight and satisfaction. His hand flew out and smacked that look off of Harry’s face. He felt that joy again as his hand connected with that smooth skin. And his cock twitched. He knew that the first one was the most concerning, sexual satisfaction was a normal part of sadism. Getting a feeling of joy from hurting something else...not so much a healthy response. Not that he should be considering what is and isn’t healthy. Not while his cock was aching and his hand was so tight around his wand, he wanted to cast it, but whipping was one thing. Certain things were called unforgivable for a reason.

But Harry’s eyes met his and smiled...it was like he was goading him. Almost as though he knew exactly what it was Lucius wanted to do. Harry did know what Lucius wanted. And as much as he was terrified by it, he wanted it too. He wanted that sheer blinding pain and the look of complete rapture on Lucius’s face. So he just smiled up at him, and waited. Lucius shook with bottled power and he bent down to look Harry in the eyes, a small smile playing on those cruel features.

“Harry, what do you think would happen...if I cast the curse while I was inside you?” Harry shuddered at his casual use of the words, inside you. “Do you think it would be like an electric circuit? Going from me, into you...into me?” His hand stroked against the smooth skin of Harry’s face. “Or...will I just feel you spasming beneath me..your muscles clenching around my cock.” He placed a light Kiss on Harry’s cheek. And then smacked him so hard across the face he drew blood. Then he leaned down and wiped a smear of blood from Harry’s lip looking at it curiously. “And if so...which of us will be enjoying it more.” Harry shuddered and met his eyes again. Lucius held his wand tightly ignoring the urge to scream that spell, to make him scream. And then Harry smiled, a fierce smile as if he were bracing himself for something. He opened his mouth and before he could say those words, before he could ask for it, Lucius covered those lips with his own.

As much as he wanted to hear Harry plead, he knew he couldn’t allow Harry to get the upper hand. And also...he was to afraid of hurting Harry. Not physically, he had a feeling he would spend most of the night whipping him and beating him. But The curse...that was a bit much. That was more then anyone could stand for a bit of bed play. even a true sadist.

“Don’t say it Harry, you can’t ask me to. You would hate me when it’s done.” He whispered against Harry’s lips, ignoring the moans and whimpers coming from the young man. But Harry just kept shaking his head, his lips brushing Lucius as he moaned, and his moaning was begging and Lucius could not deal with that begging. Fighting urges is a difficult thing, but when your lover is begging you to give in, you lose your battle. So Lucius stood up and looked down at Harry, his face hard and filled with what looked like hate. He raised his wand and pointed it towards Harry and checked his power. He had to want Harry to hurt before it would work, so he believed it wouldn’t work well. And when that twisted smile hit his face he screamed the words like he would his lovers name.

“Crucio!” He cast and Harry jerked, his entire body wracked with pain, electric sparks and burning fire and he screamed Lucius’ name as he felt his insides burning. He had felt this curse many times, but never had it been this bad, never had the pain been this intense. And it stopped suddenly, no more then a second after it began, but that second felt like eternity. He collapsed onto the ground still shaking with aftershocks. And Lucius fell to his knees, his entire demeanor changing as he held Harry on his lap. Harry finally looked up and met his eyes and was shocked to see tears there. Harry turned his head to the side and reached up to wipe those tears away.

“Why are you crying?” He asked, Lucius stared at him in shock.

“Because I hurt you...” And Harry laughed. Lucius gasped, feeling very out of himself for a moment, knowing how much of his composure he had lost. But here was this gorgeous boy, laughing at his tears. Harry sat up, his legs unsteady as he knelt before Lucius. He sat on his knees and put his hands behind his back. His legs were parted and his eyes looked at Lucius with a smile. And that was when Lucius saw what he was getting at. Harry was still fully clothed but his pajama pants were loose. And it was very obvious he was enjoying himself. His cock stood at perfect attention and Lucius became aware of his own cock, straining against his bottoms. And in that moment he hated himself, hated his reaction more then anything else. But Harry didn’t care, Harry was lost in his own pleasure and crawled forward on his knees.

He pulled Lucius’ bottoms down and that perfect cock sprang out. It was thick and long and slightly reddish from its strain and Harry reached out without permission and stroked it. Lucius bucked his hips at the touch of those fingers. Harry grinned and met his eyes asking permission, and Lucius nodded. Harry leaned in and took him in his mouth. Harry had never done this before but the unskilled fumbling made it all the hotter for Lucius. And if anyone had ever had natural talent Potter did. He groaned and dug his fingers into Harry’s mess of hair, pulling hard as he tried to stop himself from thrusting down the back of Harry’s throat. But Harry did not agree with his restraint and took every opportunity to force him to buck his hips and thrust deep into the young mans mouth.

It only made Harry groan and pump him harder and he soon had to pull out before cumming down the back of Harry’s throat. A part of him said to do it, and another part said that Harry would enjoy it far more then Lucius felt like allowing. But he also wanted to please the boy. He wondered the best way to do that as Harry moaned looking up at him with those red spit slicked lips. He wanted to see that face cry out in climax again, just as he wanted to see screams of pain. He pulled Harry up to his feet and shoved him back onto the bed.

“Strip, boy.” Harry pulled his shirt over his head quickly, revealing that well tanned chest and those well muscled abs. He pulled his bottoms off while still lying on his back, lifting his hips to free them and revealing that unbelievably hard white cock. Lucius immediately knew he wanted to taste that cock, though he felt it would be demeaning to do it. He stared down at the beautiful young man and had the strangest vision. He felt like running a blade across that skin in long thin lines, he could imagine the hot slick blood, and the heat from the wounds. And the desperate gasps and pleas Harry would let out. Oh and when he was done...

“Stripes, like a tiger in the jungle.” He grinned to himself and traced his wand in the patterns he was seeing, it’s tip heating to sear Harry’s flesh with every pass. Now this was fun, small pain and beautiful skin. His thoughts were jumbled as he lay down on the bed. He lay on his side facing Harry, his head propped on an elbow as he stared down at those beautiful green eyes. Harry’s eyes lit up with pleasure at the stroking heat, though he seemed confused by the statement. Lucius just shook his head and continued. Wanting to both kiss Harry senseless and take him violently and painfully was confusing. Conflicting urges flew through his head, and he fought back most of them, allowing himself to be comforted by the look in Harry’s eyes and the noises he made as he arched his back, into the pain, and also, scooted closer to Lucius as though the soft skin of the older man’s chest gave him comfort just as the wand gave him pain.

It was at that moment that Lucius realized he would do anything for this boy, including give into his basest instincts. The instinct to maim, defile, and destroy. But another instinct also came into play, the instinct to protect. He knew Harry would let him do anything, up to and including killing him. He wouldn’t let Harry go that far. The boy was confused and misguided and he needed a helping hand, as well as a strong one. So Lucius pressed him onto his side and stroked his body with light fingers, his wand held loosely as he traced the fine hard lines of Harry’s muscles. He knew he would take Harry, fuck him in as many ways as one with such a twisted mind could contemplate. He knew by the time the sun rose Harry would be lying exhausted on his bed, sated, and bloodied. But for this moment, this one moment in time Lucius simply lay behind Harry, pressing his hard cock into the boys firm tan flesh. For this one moment, he simply allowed himself to feel what he desired and revel in this warm flesh beneath his hands.

Harry lay pressed back against Lucius and contemplated his own thoughts. He knew finally that he hadn't been diluding himself. He knew he enjoyed the feeling of pain, hot and wet, he knew it as he knew his own name. He had considered whether, in the actual moment, he would enjoy it as much as he had thought. He did, and more so. He reveled in the pain this beautiful man's hands could cause, but for this moment, he realized, he also enjoyed, more than a little, the warmth and tenderness radiating from Lucius' embrace, and the soft streaks of pleasure he got from his tender fingers. He eagerly anticipated the moment when Lucius' hands would become rough and forceful, but for now, this was excellent.
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