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The vast beauty of your creation	By : DarklingWillow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Draco/Lucius Views: 17282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Vast Beauty of Your Creation.

Author: Darkling Willow

Rating: NC-17

Warning: Incest, non-con sex, very mild bondage, humiliation, PWP.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise, nor any characters thereof, and I do not make any money of this story.

Archive: Harry Potter>Slash-Male/Male>Draco/Lucius

Pairing: Lucius and Draco Malfoy.

Summary: Lucius and Draco enjoy a moment together. Or do they?

This piece is not connected to the plot of any of the novels.

Feedback: Yes, please. An author can only grow with some good constructive criticism.

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Deep sleep, beautiful dark dreams interrupted by something, a sensation. Lying flat on the bed, my cheek resting in between the two pillows, one arm thrown over the vast expanses, all alone, the other arm under my head. Half between dreaming and waking, I sense the soft sheets sliding slowly down from my shoulders, across my back, coming to rest low on my hips.

Chilled fingers brush against my skin, my back goose pimples and with a shudder I open my eyes, dazed, confused and shivering. The black silk sheets rustle, my smooth marble-white body in stark contrast. I begin to turn over, onto my back to look my dream in the face, but a firm hand on my shoulder pushes me back down,

‘Not yet’, you whisper quietly, climbing into the bed.

Again chilled fingers brush my skin, up my spine, down my sides, out across my arms, then digging into my flesh, pulling my wrists out and up towards the headboard.

A muttered word, cold, harsh tone, and your favourite spell produces thin silvery chains, snaking around the posters and my wrists, tight enough to hurt. I whimper softly, I can feel the heat beginning in the pit of my stomach, no matter how I fight it, no matter how much I resent it.

You lean over me, straddling my hips, kissing softly at the nape of my neck, your chilled fingers digging into my sides, your hips grinding nearly imperceptibly against my butt. I moan softly, you know your lips have found that spot, and I silently scream as your teeth plunge into my skin, burning pain shooting in all directions. The pain reaches agony, and I feel my skin break, your deep sigh tells me you taste blood. Your tongue plays softly around the red damage on my white skin, soft animalistic growls escaping you as my blood mingles with your saliva.

Slowly you trace your tongue down my back, teeth digging into soft skin, every time I moan, fingernails scratching deep red welts into my sides, the chains marking my wrists.

‘Don’t. Please, don’t’, I moan, but my heart’s not in it. I don’t really mean it, I want your abuse just as much as you want to give it.

Your teeth leave a perfect round circle on my lower back, and your icy voice hisses

‘Shut up!’

Again you begin your journey down my back, across one cheek, a deep deep bite, then you move slowly over to the other, and repeat your teasing, sadistic little game. You grab me tightly, pulling my hips up a little, then your pink tongue presses against my entrance harshly, hungrily. With long, hard strokes your tongue presses against me, the tip teasing around my opening, and I can’t help myself, moaning with longing. With a sigh you push your tongue in, and I shiver, my body longing for you, while my mind begs,

‘Don’t’.

Without any warning you thrust two fingers in my mouth, still hissing,

‘Suck!’, it’s a command not a request, and moaning I obey.

My tongue swirls around your thin fingers, the silky soft tips, and your perfectly manicured nails, I enjoy the feel of your erection rubbing against my thigh, your bare chest on my back.

I whimper when you rip your fingers out of my mouth, then something between a moan and a scream escapes me, as you push those same fingers into my waiting opening. No preparation, no warning, you just push into me violently, as far as you will go, your hot breath on my ear, grunting slightly with every thrust, your left hand tangled in my hair, pulling in anger.

Or passion, I’m never sure about you.

‘You like this, don’t you? Tell me you like this? You want this?’ You hiss in my ear, but I shake my head, hair ripped out of the scalp, pain and pleasure mixed in a spiralling dance.

‘Stop it, I don’t want you. I hate you. I don’t want to… you…’

Thrusting harder, deeper you hit that magical spot inside of me and I give in,

‘Oh, fuck. Fuck me, please… I want this.’ I try to be unfeeling, but my body betrays me. You laugh, harshly, devilishly,

‘You’re such a slut.’ You whisper, with a grin, and I feel the chains slip from my wrists, your fingers leave my body,

‘Turn around.’

I turn over on my back, my erection greeting you, weeping, longing for your touch. You laugh harshly again, avoiding my cock with care, your grey eyes frozen in malice, you climb on top of my chest, your shins pinning my arms to the mattress. Pulling at my hair you thrust your cock into my mouth, and order me to suck. The pleasure in your face is immaculate, my own cock is beginning to hurt. Hungrily my tongue plays around the head, precum leaking into my throat, my body aching with longing. I suck hard, and you thrust yourself deeper, as far in as I can take you. ‘Deeper’, you scream at me, and I gag.

You leave my mouth and my cheek burns with the hard slap.

Before I can catch my breath you invade my mouth again, and this time I take you all the way into my mouth, down to the roots of your beautiful cock, and swallow. Your moan, from the depths of your soul is wonderful, making me suck harder, your thrusts become harder, faster, you’re losing control.

At least I have that, if nothing else, when I’m helpless under your domination.

I can feel your passion rising to ecstasy, you’re losing control.

Our eyes meet, and you scream when you see the passion in my eyes, the longing. Angry, you leave my mouth, and climb off me. I try to hold on to you, but you’re too fast. Grabbing my wrists you twist the chains around my hands again, tying them to the headboard, too tightly. Then you rest on your knees between my legs, not touching, watching my agony, as I moan and beg, writhing with denied pleasure.

Languidly, with a glint in your eyes, you lean over me, your pearly white teeth sinking into my chest, your tongue tracing the taut muscle, until one crimson nipple is within your lips. Your hands find hold around my waist as you lie down and your tongue teases around my nipple, teeth nibbling, teasing my hard nipple, then you move slowly over to the other one.

Groaning I grind my hips upwards, thrusting my throbbing cock against your pale, cold skin, longing for the final act. With even slower movements you slide down my body, the tip of your tongue circling my navel, my cock pressed against your muscled chest.

You rise up again, evoking an image of a snake prepared to strike.

Then with the speed of that same snake you fall down upon my cock, your warm mouth enveloping it, in a painfully sweet tightness. Sucking hard, brutally, you moan loudly as my precum mingles with your saliva, the taste of my blood still on your lips. I let myself fall into the dark abyss of our pleasure and let out a lust filled scream as you take me all the way to the roots, and swallow. Again and again and again.

I’m getting so close, far too close. If I come now you’ll get angry, and punish me.

Tears push their way to the surface and quivering, I beg

‘Stop, stop, I don’t want to finish before you…’.

The hatred in your eyes tells me you hear me, and don’t care.

You want to punish me. Your tongue plays around the edges of the head, then along the slit, down the underside, until you have my balls in your mouth, sucking softly. Then you slide your lips up one side of my cock and down the other, and back, before you grab the head between your lips, and humming far back in your throat you suck hard on the head, your tongue vibrating pleasantly against the underside of my cock. Then greedily you suck it all into your mouth, thrusting it in and out, so fast I can’t hold on. Your slender hand rubs my balls, as you fuck your own mouth with my cock, and I can’t touch you. As your teeth scrape gently against my cock, screaming I come. Shooting load, after load into your mouth, feeling the head far back in your throat, you swallow, and my body convulses with pleasure, my hips thrusting up towards the wet, warmth of your mouth.

I lie shivering, awaiting my punishment, still semi-hard, while you climb up my body, with serpentine movements, a devilish smile on your thin lips. You press those pale lips against mine, hard, your tongue invading the cavity of my mouth, my own cum leaking down my throat, you make sure I can’t do anything but swallow by kissing me harshly, our tongues locked in a battle of such amazing passion.

Breaking our kiss, my lips longing to follow, you only stare at me for long drawn out moments, my eyes taking in the vast beauty of your creation, the soft whitish hair falling over your brow, the arch of your eyebrows, and the loving malice in your grey eyes, and the pale thin lips, with their forever frozen sneer of our pureblood family.

Once more the silvery chains slip from my wrists, my hands have gone numb,

‘Turn.’ is your simple command,

‘On your knees, against the headboard.’ you add as I lie flat on my stomach.

Guiltily I comply.

Thrusting my hips out, my back arched I await my punishment.

But it doesn’t come. Only your chilled fingers, tracing the damage you have already inflicted on my fair skin. Softly, almost tenderly, you lick my lower back, my butt, and spreading me your tongue plays gently with my waiting entrance, the tip invading me slightly, only to pull away, and tease around me, my moans increasing with every assault.

Quietly you rise to your knees, and I can feel your cock pressing against my opening, your saliva the only lubrication, but you don’t enter. Grabbing a fistful of hair your jerk my head back, and hissing into my ear, you demand,

‘Do you want me to punish you? Or be gentle?’

Surprise and doubt make me answer,

‘Gentle’ but you only smash my head into the headboard of my four-poster, and laughing you invade my body with such force that I scream in pleasure filled agony. My cock goes hard again within moments, as you pound me, your cock hitting my prostate repeatedly. Thrusting into me as deep as you can, you grind your hips against me, I push my arse against you to receive you, your hand reaches around my waist to grab my cock, and in time with your own movements you stroke me.

Hard, fast and deep, our moans mingle and echo through the room, our voices hoarse, our only sensation each other, the whole world lost to our lust. You make me take my own cock and order me to keep up, your fingernails dig into my hips, and you thrust harder and faster and deeper, hitting that wonderful spot with every thrust, your humanity lost, nothing but animal instinct left, everything the name of Malfoy demands thrown into oblivion of utter bliss.

As we climb closer to orgasm your arms wrap around my chest, your cock driving deep, deep inside me, your fingers holding onto my chest and shoulders for dear, sweet life.

Wave after wave of delicious ecstasy washes over our bodies, we both raise our heads, our mouths open in a silent scream of gratification, two marble statues fused together, trembling in euphoria, your arms and hands wrapped around my chest so tight I can hardly breathe, your head lying against the nape of my neck.

Only movement is your hips slowly, languidly grinding against my arse, milking your own orgasm into my body, while I shoot load after load onto the black silk sheets.

With one last sigh we sink down on the bed, you still fused to my back, our bodies trembling with the intensity of the moment. After a few measured breaths you loosen your hold on me enough for me to turn to face you, tiny pearls of sweat standing out on your forehead, like silver on the white skin, our whole bodies glistening with sweat, your soft whitish hair plastered to your beautiful face. You lie there with your eyes closed, all worries and thoughts wiped away for a moment, your breath rapid, lips slightly parted, gently I trace my fingers over the perfection of your face and kiss your lips. Your tongue responds, slowly entering my mouth, hesitantly, lightly playing around my tongue, your hand wrapping around my back, pulling yourself closer to me, my thumb strokes your cheek lovingly, and breaking away from you, I whisper to you,

‘I love you. No matter what else… I do love you’ and the spell is broken.

With an angry growl you push me away, and jump out of the bed, punching me hard on the mouth, my lips split, and my own blood flows down my throat. I watch you in stunned silence as you pull your trousers hastily on, then you turn and glare at me with those icy grey eyes of yours.

You sneer at me, as you turn to leave the room that used to be my master bedroom, but is now my prison cell, the lock clicking back as you disappear from view, leaving me behind in the darkness, once again haunted by my dark dreams, your final words lingering in the emptiness of my soul,

‘You’re weak, father, far too weak’.
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