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Not my challenge fic, but something sweet I thought I'd share... ;)

Love & Serpents' Kisses,
Anath.

Title: Kisses for Draco
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Lucius/Draco
Summary: A series of Malfoycest vignettes, ranging from tender to smutty.
Rating: PG through to NC-17
Warnings: M/M slash, chanslash, incest, PWP, fluff, character death (not main), seriously AU at the end
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K. Rowling. Their bedroom antics are my fault entirely.

1. Newborn

Silver-tinted eyes, innocent and unquestioning, opened wide towards a world the newly born boy-child cannot comprehend but aches to touch. Reaching out for the caresses and familiar scent of the man who holds him.

As the fragile baby hand clings to Lucius' forefinger and the eyes of the infant Draco lift in curious awe to meet those of his father, Lucius feels his heart melt with tenderness and pride and bends to kiss the tiny brow, smooth and pale beneath fine strands of white-blond hair, hearing the contented coos of trust from this most precious of new beings, his longed-for heir.

2. Three

Lucius cannot help but tremble a little as he hears the wail of pain when three-year-old Draco tumbles from his toy broomstick. The child has only fallen a short distance as the broom had hardly risen from the ground at all, but still it is a relief to see that the wound on the slender knee beneath the little boy's sleek silk robe is merely a scratch that requires only a dab of potion and a kiss.

Both of which Lucius himself bestows, with a gentle smile and a new, strange throb in his heart.

3. Six

Giggles and a tub full of fragrant, floating rainbow bubbles; shimmering hues of multi-coloured light from the crystal chandelier overhead and the flames of a thousand candles. Bathing with Father is one of little Draco's favourite pastimes. Wetness, warmth and closeness, the flawless blond beauty of the Malfoys made more sensual by the soft caressing depths of the water.

Draco splashes a little of the perfumed foam onto his father's chest; his silvery laughter provokes a smile from his amused, indulgent father as the older Malfoy splashes his impertinent child back, inciting still more giggling.

"Kiss me," Draco whispers breathlessly, looking up into his father's eyes with purest devotion. Lucius bends willingly to comply with his son's request, intending to place the kiss upon the child's soft cheek. Instead, Draco tilts his face upward so that his rosy, parted lips are touching Lucius' for the first ever time.

Lucius gasps. Despite himself he finds he has become erect, and struggles to conceal his hardness as he swiftly lifts the child from the tub, climbs out and drapes himself and Draco in plush, thick towels.

4. Nine

Draco admires the way his father moves, fluid and graceful, yet proud and upright as they walk through Knockturn Alley. Lucius' cloak and robes swirl about him, dark and alluring, the cane topped with a silver snake's head that he always carries giving him an aura of dignity and menace.

The younger Malfoy knows without having to ask that this is no ordinary shopping trip. By the serious expression on his father's face, and Lucius' earlier sternly spoken words swearing the boy to secrecy, Draco realises that this has something to do with the Dark Arts.

As the older wizard strides along the shadowed street, Draco carefully fashions his own movements after those of Lucius. The nine-year-old boy's face reflects his father's aristocratic gaze with an equally patrician aloofness towards all and sundry.

Although Lucius mentions nothing of this in public, as is proper for one so noble, his mind returns again and again to his son's perfection. And as soon as father and son are back behind closed doors at Malfoy Manor, Lucius adores that perfection by taking Draco into his arms, bestowing on his face, lips and throat so many small, soft yet erotic kisses that the boy soon finds himself shaking and aroused.

5. Twelve

An enchanted fire roars in the grate against the winter's bitter chill; wisps of amber incense rise in a sensuous haze surrounding the sweat-damp, writhing bodies of the lovers on the luxuriant bed. Draco straddles the supine form of Lucius, whimpering in delicious agony as his lubricated entrance is slowly and exquisitely stretched and filled.

Lucius firmly clasps the slender hips of the beautiful boy as he pounds into Draco from beneath; the silk-smooth tightness of the son's virgin channel and the swollen, engorged hardness of the father seem made to meld, intended from the beginning for such perfect oneness.

Dawn at last brings satiation of their lust, yet still their limbs entwine and hot mouths melt against each other, searching tongues and velvet lips joining in wordless rapture, oblivious to the first rays of the sun.

Epilogue: Seventeen

The flickering light of candle-flames illuminates the stone walls of the temple; before a green and silver altar the bonding vows are sworn. Lord Voldemort takes a blade shaped as a serpent in his bony hand, and makes shallow cuts upon the palms of the two men who stand before him clad in ceremonial robes of emerald silk.

Blood merges into blood, and the ritual is complete. Those whom the Dark Lord has brought together, let no one put asunder.

Each of these two bridegrooms has suffered beyond all measure, losing many who were dear to them in the struggle to return their Lord to power - including she who was wife to one and mother to the second. A sacrifice more deeply mourned than any other, and thoughts of her are ever-present even on this joyous night.

But as the lips of Lucius and Draco touch almost chastely in what is to be the first of many nuptial kisses, as Lucius slowly bares his body and that of his beloved for consummation of their love amidst the bacchanalia of frenzied coupling Death Eaters, all sorrow is forgotten for a time.

~ Fin.