His Daddy

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Title: His Daddy
Author: ciaran_draco
Pairing: LM/DM
Rating:R
Warning(s):chan/shota, incest, slash




Author: ciaran draco

Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be. Belongs to JK Rowling.

Warning: Slash, Incest and chan. DON’T READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU.


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Even though Draco Malfoy was only a mere child he was very perceptive, he knew his daddy and mother didn’t love each other. They never showed any affection normal married couples did -- just cold interactions.

When they had visitors at the Manor for one of their many dinner parties, his parents would act happy and loving; with his mother’s brilliant smiles and sensual laugh, his daddy’s rich baritone voice rumbling praise towards his wife. All of this fooled everyone into the deception that was created; however Draco knew the truth.

Only when the guests left did his parents let their practiced masks fall and the coldness returned full force. His mother would always send icy glares at her imposing husband, making sneering comments about him and his attempts to dominate wizard society. His daddy’s eyes would narrow to slits making him look like a deadly serpent, raised to strike.

Draco would sit and watch from behind a statue as their arguments intensified, his innocent grey eyes gradually growing wider as their tempers flared. Sparks would crack over their heads, glass and priceless ornaments would shatter into a thousand pieces. They never took any notice, they would continue arguing regardless.

It always made the little boy’s heart race violently; thumping painfully against his narrow chest he would shake and sob, pulling at his hair until it bled. Draco only stopped when he felt his daddy’s arms wrap securely around him. His daddy would pull him close, whispering that it was ok and that it was over. Draco would slowly relax into the comforting embrace, his heart returning to its normal pace.

Draco thought this could be one of the reasons why his mother was distant with him and why she hated his father; she loathed the loving relationship he and his daddy shared.

As long as the tiny blonde could remember, his mother and daddy had slept in different rooms -- at opposite sides of the Malfoy Manor. Draco thought this was because they might try and harm the other in their sleep.

Draco hated the fact that his Daddy was so far away from him. The angelic boy’s bedroom was still the nursery next door to his mother’s rooms.

When Draco had nightmares his mother would ignore his cries and simply put a silencing charm on her bedroom door, to block out the pertrified sound. Draco was too frightened to walk to the other side of the Manor to his daddy’s room, he knew he would always be welcomed there but it was a very long walk for a five year old.

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When Draco turned seven his mother announced that she thought it was time for her son to move out of the nursery and into a bigger room -- more importantly away from her.

Draco was so happy, he would finally be away from his mother and the icy coldness that laced every word and action directed at him. Over the last few months her feelings towards him had changed from simple distaste to outright hatred. She couldn’t handle the sight of him, often smacking him around the face and locking him into his room. He was only released hours later by a furious looking Lucius.

He would hear her screaming for hours afterwards, but when he asks his daddy about it he would tell him not to worry, that no one is to harm his little dragon in anyway.

He couldn’t wait to be away from his mother; Draco hoped he could sleep near his daddy -- maybe even next to his room.

The blondes love for his daddy had grown; he hated being away from him for too long. To Draco, his daddy was a flame or maybe like the sun, burning brightly and keeping him warm.

The very same day his mother made the announcement his daddy came to his playroom to take him to his new bedroom.

“So my little dragon, are you looking forward to getting your new room?”

“Yes Daddy.” Draco raised his arms to his tall strong father, silently asking to be carried.

Draco’s heart skipped when his handsome daddy gave him an indulgent smile, and bent down to take his little dragon into his arms.

Draco snuggled into his daddy’s strong chest and rested his white blonde head under his daddy’s neck. He took a deep breath, and sighed happily when the familiar rich scent of his father filled his senses, making his head swim pleasantly.

Draco loved to be carried like this, to be embraced by the man that meant the world to him.

He shivered in delight when he felt his daddy’s hand caress his lower back as they walked. He let out another sigh of contentment and lifted his head to place a soft kiss on his daddy’s cheek. He once again snuggled back into his chest, wrapping his arms around his daddy’s back and closed his eyes.

He felt his daddy place a kiss on his hair and heard him murmur

“We are nearly there, my little dragon.”

When he opened his eyes again they were in a large room, which was painted in a dark emerald green. Draco could see silver trimmings running along the edges of the walls, as well as large red and black dragon painting decorating the far wall.

Draco couldn’t stop the little gasp that he emitted -- the room was beautiful!

His clear grey eyes were drawn to the magnificent four poster bed, which was facing a bay window. The four poster had green coloured hangings which were the same colour as the walls. Draco recognised the bed immediately.

“Daddy that’s your bed!” The shocked little boy exclaimed.

Draco could feel the rumbling of his daddy’s laugh against his side; he turned his now confused eyes up to his fathers and waited for an answer.

“This is just a copy of my bed, Dragon. Mine is still in my bed chamber. I thought that you would rather have a larger bed instead of that pitiful one your Mother made you sleep in.” His daddy smiled gently at him.

Draco couldn’t help himself; he stretched until he was face to face with his daddy and placed a sweet lingering kiss on his daddy’s peach flavoured lips. When he pulled away he smiled shyly and looked back around the room.

He didn’t notice the uncontrolled lust building in his daddy’s stormy eyes nor did he hear the hitch in his breath.

Draco wriggled out of his daddy’s suddenly tight grip and pounced on the large soft bed; he snuggled under the covers and closed his eyes.

“Daddy come nap with me” He pleaded with his eyes still closed.

He didn’t open his eyes again until he felt a dip in the bed; he smiled sleepily and wriggled his way closer to his daddy’s warmth.

Draco closed his eyes and didn’t see his daddy’s mouth open slightly when he unintentionally pressed against his hard length. He only sighed happily when his daddy pushed at his back so that his young body melted into his.

Draco shifted slightly to get more comfortable but paused when he heard a low gasp come from his daddy; he moved again but this time more forcefully and was captivated when he heard a low moan.

He opened his eyes to see his daddy’s head thrown back and his long hair partially covering his face. He pushed the hair aside so he could see the rest of his daddy’s face and smiled when he was met with smoldering grey eyes. He opened his mouth slightly to ask his daddy if he was ok but before he could his mouth was covered completely by rich peach sweetness.

Draco’s eyes slowly slid back closed as his daddy’s lips massaged his mouth, his powerful tongue painting the younger Malfoy’s small lips with sweetness. When Draco felt his daddy’s tongue seek entrance, he obligated and opened his mouth. He was immediately overwhelmed with peach, as the probing muscles mapped out his small mouth. Draco hesitated slightly before he flicked his own tongue against his daddy’s; he was rewarded by a vibration of his daddy’s moan. As the kiss progressed Draco became more confident, he wrapped his arms around his daddy’s neck and swung his left leg over his daddy’s waist, bring them closer together.

The young boy moaned softly when his daddy broke the kiss, but he also couldn’t help but whimper at the loss.

“My perfect little dragon.”

“Daddy …more please…”

“Do you love your Daddy, Dragon?”

“Yes, Daddy I love you very much. Please don’t stop.”

“What do you want, Dragon?”

Draco looked up into his daddy’s eyes and saw emotions flickering over his strong face that he never saw before.

“You Daddy, I want you.”

“Good little Dragon, I want you too.”

Before Draco could responded his mouth was again covered by his daddy’s, but this time he felt his daddy slowly run his hand down his back towards his bottom.

He lifted his waist when his daddy pulled his trousers off him, as well as his underpants. He helped pull off the shirt so that he was completely naked, leaning against his fully clothed daddy. He made mewing sounds as he was kissed over his chest; they soon turned into moans as his young heat was engulfed into a searing mouth. Draco’s hips jerked slightly as his daddy’s pace grew stronger as he bobbed his head. The young Malfoy squeaked slightly when his daddy gave a powerful suck, his breath becoming labored as he felt a heat grow into his stomach.

“D-daddy…”

Before he could finish, he felt himself release into his daddy mouth. Draco couldn’t move or make a sound; his body no longer obeyed him. He just laid there as his daddy placed kisses over his body, he had never experienced anything like that before.

“Did you enjoy that, my Dragon?”

Draco peeled his eyes open and looked down at his daddy who was licking his navel.

“Yes Daddy, it was wonderful. Would you do it again?”

The young blonde heard his daddy's rich chuckle and he wondered if he said something wrong.

“Yes Draco, I will do it again if you wish it, but there are many things we can do. But you must promise not to tell any-“

“What in the name of Slytherin is going on here?”

Draco tensed slightly as his mother’s shrill voice pierced the relaxed enclosure. He glanced over at her as she looked from him, naked on his back to his father down between his legs.

“Mother-“

“You horrid disgusting-“

“Obilviate!”

Draco looked quickly back from his mother twisted face to his now angry looking daddy, who was sitting up pointing his wand at Draco’s mother.

“Stupefy”

Draco’s eyes went wide as he watched his mother slump to the floor in an unattractive heap.

“Now where were we Dragon?”


Fin

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A/N: There may be a sequel but for now treat it as a one-off.
Please review. cheers Lissa



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