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bottom_dracoOut of curiosity (brought on my a friend's post and discovery) I typed Lady Feylene into Google, to see where I popped up. And I found an old story that is no longer on my harddrive, but is a bit of an old favorite. This is unbetaed, and I apologize.
Title: A Father's Love
Pairing: Lucius/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Incest, underage situations. Explicit sex, but that much is obvious.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, but I like to play with them
Author's Note: For those of you who have read the "Deathsong" series, you will notice that the beginning of this fic is the same as Draco's flashback in "Desire Macabre". That's on purpose. But this is a different outcome of the same beginning. Lucius isn't *quite* as twisted. Basically, I'm just seeing if I can still write sympathetic Lucius. He is *not* a sadistic fuck in this story. He's a caring, tender father. Who yes, bangs his son. But we'll overlook that, hmm?
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"Draco..."
Lucius slipped quietly into his son's bedroom. Draco glanced up from the book he was reading, grey eyes regarding his father blandly. He was stretched out on his stomach on his bed, his black rough silk pajamas slightly rumpled. His legs were partially splayed, and his hair was tousled. He was a bit sleepy, but he wanted to finish what he was reading.
"Yes daddy?" He wasn't sure what his father wanted. It was a little late for a familial chat. And Draco didn't think he'd done anything to merit any form of punishment. Lucius smiled, and closed the door, before walking quickly and smoothly over to Draco's bed.
"You're up late." Lucius said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He was dressed in a fine dark dressing robe, and his hair was slightly damp. He was on his way to bed, it appeared.
"Reading." Draco drawled, shrugging. "I'm going to bed in a few minutes."
"Oh, that's all right." Lucius reached out, stroking his sons hair. Draco closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of his father's fingers in his hair. "Don't worry."
"Yes daddy." Draco sat up, his father's hand falling away from his silver blonde locks.
"My you've grown this past year." Lucius said, reaching up to cup Draco's cheek. "You're nearly a man."
"I suppose." Draco shrugged. He folded his legs, wondering what on earth is father was getting at.
"I am quite proud of you son." Lucius continued, long slim fingers stroking Draco's smooth cheek gently. "Quite proud. I doubt I could have been more blessed."
"Thank you father." Draco let a smug tone creep into his voice.
"I think you deserve to be rewarded." Lucius smiled into his son's eyes, fingers still stroking his soft cheek.
"Oh?" Draco's eyes lit up. His mother claimed he was spoiled, but he didn't think so. His father loved him, and enjoyed showing it. And sometimes showing affection came in the form of tangible gifts.
"Yes." Lucius licked his lips, eyes running over his son's pale face. "But...I am going to give you something different tonight."
"Oh?" Draco blinked, confused. //Father's generally not like this. And just what is it I've done that's made him so damn proud of me?//
"Yes. Though..." Lucius frowned, sighing. "You may perhaps be too young still..."
"You just said I was nearly a man!" Draco pointed out, petulantly. "I'm sure I'm old enough for whatever it is." Draco didn't like being denied anything. Especially not by his father.
"I don't know..." Lucius let his fingers trail back up into Draco's hair, caressing and stroking. "But..."
"Oh please daddy! You know I'm mature." Draco said.
"You are." Lucius nodded. "We shall see." And then he surprised Draco immensely by leaning forward and pressing his lips to his sons. //Oh! This was what he meant...// Draco froze, his father's lips moving gently across his. //I thought...no wonder he said I may be too young. I don't know if...// But Draco knew he could never deny his father anything. Not then. He moved his lips hesitantly, parting them to his father's touch. It was a strange sensation, his father kissing him in such a manner. Lucius' fingers twined in his hair, holding Draco's head firmly.
"Well?" He asked, pulling away and fixing dark grey eyes on his son.
"I'm old enough." Draco said, softly. He could feel his heart fluttering in his chest, beating skittishly like a trapped bird. He knew his words lacked conviction, but they seemed convincing enough for his father. Lucius took his son in his arms, hands wrapped firmly around Draco's shoulders, pulling him into another kiss. It was far fiercer and more demanding then the last, and Draco quivered underneath it. His small frame trembled, his father's lips somewhat demanding against his own. He wasn't sure what to do. He knew the basic mechanics of sex, but not the subtleties. And he knew that was what his father had in mind.
It didn't surprise him that much. Though he hadn't expected it for a few years yet. There was nothing that strange about the elite of his father's political affiliations taking over their son's sexual education. But generally sixteen was regarded the proper year for it, not thirteen.
"Are you afraid, Draco?" Lucius mumbled, teeth nipping gently at the flesh of Draco's neck.
"No, daddy."
"Good. You shouldn't be." Lucius whispered, tongue sliding out to lathe the place where his teeth had just been.. Draco whimpered, biting his lip against the moan that rose up in his throat. Lucius leaned back, fingers trailing down to casually unbutton Draco's pajama top and slide it off of his slim, trembling shoulders.
"Daddy..." He sucked in his lower lip, cold air prickling his bare skin. He squirmed slightly, his father's fingers on his bare shoulder. This was something so different then anything he had ever expected.
"What is it Draco?" Lucius asked, his hand reaching up to brush against Draco's cheek. His father's eyes were clouded and concerned, and Draco shook his head.. //I don't know.// He blinked slowly, meeting his father's gaze unflinchingly.
"Nothing." He said, bravely. He tilted his head back, almost defiantly, and Lucius smiled.
"You are a good boy." Lucius said, sliding his hand around to rest against Draco's bare back. "And a very beautiful one." Fingers biting firmly into his shoulder blades. He winced, and Lucius let up some of the pressure. Draco nodded, closing his eyes. He was pulled into his father's lap, lips on his neck and shoulders, hands holding him gently but firmly. He buried his face in his father's shoulder, not sure what to do.
"What is wrong?" Lucius asked, pulling back and resting his forehead against Draco's.
I'm sorry father." Draco sniffled a bit, trying hard to be proud and brave, but finding it difficult. He couldn't give his father pleasure, not like this. He was a complete innocent. "I...I don't know what to do."
"Oh, by beautiful boy." Lucius pressed his lips gently to Draco's forehead, kissed his eyelids, his nose, his cheekbones. "You have nothing to worry about."
"I just want to make you proud, daddy." Draco said, and he winced at the plaintive tone in his voice.
"You do make me proud, Draco." Lucius said, fiercely. "There is no father more proud. And as for this...it will come to you naturally."
"Yes, daddy." Draco took a deep breath, and pressed his lips hesitantly against his father's. Lucius' lips remained still, allowing Draco to explore and experiment as he would. The young boy trailed his tongue over his father's lips, gently and gingerly, just tasting the smooth flesh. He let his hands wander over his father's shoulders, feeling the hard muscles there beneath. He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between his father's lips. He continued to kiss his father in an intimate manner, his eyes closed, reveling in the sensations that were flowing through him. Lucius' hands were stroking his back, caressing his bare skin. Then Lucius pulled away, smiling down into his son's eyes.
"Lie down." Lucius whispered, slipping off the bed to stand. Draco did as he was told, trembling in the cool night air. He lay back, fighting hard not to fidget. He watched, wide eyed and not a little frightened, as his father shed his dressing robe. Lucius noted his son's attention, and smiled softly, before slipping onto the bed next to him.
"What's wrong, Draco?"
"Nothing daddy." Draco said promptly. He would show no fear. He would prove to his father how brave and strong and good he was. He held out his arms, and Lucius chuckled, dragging his finger over pale, quivering flesh. He bent his head, kissing gently at Draco's neck and throat, sucking tenderly at the skin there. Draco let his hands wander over his father's broad back, fingers trailing slowly over the ridges and dips of his spine. He closed his eyes, whimpering softly as his father's hand dipped down to lightly stroke his shaft. He bit his lower lip, eyes squeezed tightly closed at the feelings in him. He had pleasured himself once or twice, but it had been far different then this.
It didn't take him long for him to climax. His father's fingers were talented and soft, and they sent him into waves of ecstasy. he had tried to remain silent throughout, but when his climax hit him, he couldn't restrain himself. He cried out, thrashing and pressing his head firmly into the pillow under his head.
"I'm sorry." Draco murmured, turning his head to the side, not able to meet his father's gaze.
"For what?" Lucius asked, his voice soft and tender.
"For...making noise." Draco said, eyes squeezed tightly shut in shame.
"Draco, if you feel something that pleases you, there is no shame in voicing your pleasure." Lucius stroked his son's cheek, titling his head to face him. "There is no shame in pleasure, Draco."
"Yes, daddy." Draco nodded, smiling slightly as Lucius kissed him again.
"Now...are you ready?"
"Yes." Draco swallowed hard. He knew what was coming next, and it frightened him. He had only read of these things, and of course there was the things whispered late at night in the dorm, or sometimes in the showers.
"I won't lie to you Draco, this will hurt at first. But it will stop hurting very soon." Lucius kissed Draco once more, lingering and gentle. He stretched himself out over Draco, nestling himself gently between his son's thighs. He let his hand rest on Draco's hip, caressing it gently. Draco licked his lips, forcing himself to remain calm. His father's fingers slid down further, to caress and massage tight, sensitive flesh. Draco squirmed, whimpering softly. It didn't hurt exactly, but it was a strange and unfamiliar sensation.
"You must remain relaxed." Lucius coaxed. "It will hurt less, if you stay relaxed."
"Yes, daddy." Draco took a deep breath, forcing tense muscles to unclench. He sucked in a deep breath as he felt one of his father's fingers invade him. He squirmed, and immediately tensed.
"Relax, Draco, relax." Lucius urged, his voice soft. Draco nodded, teeth clenched tightly together as his father's finger stretched and probed him. A second finger joined the first, stretching him further. He splayed his legs wider, trying to ease some of the discomfort. He felt the fingers removed, and then there was something warm and liquid replacing them. That was all right. In fact, he felt he missed the full sensation inside of him.
"I'm ready, daddy." Draco said, looking up at his father from under lowered lashes.
"Are you certain?" Lucius brushed a stray lock of hair out of Draco's face.
"Yes, Daddy." He smiled as brightly as he could, wanting to leave no doubt in his father's mind. Lucius nodded, fingers stroking his cheek gently. Draco leaned up, capturing his father's lips with his own. He felt something at his entrance again, larger and more insistent then his father's fingers had been. He kept his lips firmly on his father's, his hand twined in Lucius' hair as he felt his father entering him, slipping beyond the tight ring of muscle inside of him. He winced, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain. It hurt, but he could bare it. He had felt worse. His father slid into the hilt.
"Are you all right Draco?" Lucius asked, has words almost a groan. Draco nodded, not able to speak. It hurt, but he would see beyond the pain. He felt his father thrusting inside of him, and soon the pain did dull, and it felt almost good. He kept his eyes closed, and heard his father's soft noises of pleasure and approval.
It was over in a few minutes, and Draco winced as his father climaxed inside of him, crying out at the suddenness and the way it stung.
"Are you badly hurt?" Lucius asked, pulling away immediately.
"I'm fine, daddy." Draco said, reaching up and hugging his father in a purely childlike gesture. He held his father tightly, only letting go when Lucius pulled the covers up over them and tucked Draco's head to his shoulder. His mind was reeling from what had happened. Had he done as he was supposed to? Had he made his father happy?
"I am so proud of you, my son." Lucius whispered fiercely. "I love you."
"Thank you, daddy."
Title: A Father's Love
Pairing: Lucius/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Incest, underage situations. Explicit sex, but that much is obvious.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, but I like to play with them
Author's Note: For those of you who have read the "Deathsong" series, you will notice that the beginning of this fic is the same as Draco's flashback in "Desire Macabre". That's on purpose. But this is a different outcome of the same beginning. Lucius isn't *quite* as twisted. Basically, I'm just seeing if I can still write sympathetic Lucius. He is *not* a sadistic fuck in this story. He's a caring, tender father. Who yes, bangs his son. But we'll overlook that, hmm?
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"Draco..."
Lucius slipped quietly into his son's bedroom. Draco glanced up from the book he was reading, grey eyes regarding his father blandly. He was stretched out on his stomach on his bed, his black rough silk pajamas slightly rumpled. His legs were partially splayed, and his hair was tousled. He was a bit sleepy, but he wanted to finish what he was reading.
"Yes daddy?" He wasn't sure what his father wanted. It was a little late for a familial chat. And Draco didn't think he'd done anything to merit any form of punishment. Lucius smiled, and closed the door, before walking quickly and smoothly over to Draco's bed.
"You're up late." Lucius said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He was dressed in a fine dark dressing robe, and his hair was slightly damp. He was on his way to bed, it appeared.
"Reading." Draco drawled, shrugging. "I'm going to bed in a few minutes."
"Oh, that's all right." Lucius reached out, stroking his sons hair. Draco closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of his father's fingers in his hair. "Don't worry."
"Yes daddy." Draco sat up, his father's hand falling away from his silver blonde locks.
"My you've grown this past year." Lucius said, reaching up to cup Draco's cheek. "You're nearly a man."
"I suppose." Draco shrugged. He folded his legs, wondering what on earth is father was getting at.
"I am quite proud of you son." Lucius continued, long slim fingers stroking Draco's smooth cheek gently. "Quite proud. I doubt I could have been more blessed."
"Thank you father." Draco let a smug tone creep into his voice.
"I think you deserve to be rewarded." Lucius smiled into his son's eyes, fingers still stroking his soft cheek.
"Oh?" Draco's eyes lit up. His mother claimed he was spoiled, but he didn't think so. His father loved him, and enjoyed showing it. And sometimes showing affection came in the form of tangible gifts.
"Yes." Lucius licked his lips, eyes running over his son's pale face. "But...I am going to give you something different tonight."
"Oh?" Draco blinked, confused. //Father's generally not like this. And just what is it I've done that's made him so damn proud of me?//
"Yes. Though..." Lucius frowned, sighing. "You may perhaps be too young still..."
"You just said I was nearly a man!" Draco pointed out, petulantly. "I'm sure I'm old enough for whatever it is." Draco didn't like being denied anything. Especially not by his father.
"I don't know..." Lucius let his fingers trail back up into Draco's hair, caressing and stroking. "But..."
"Oh please daddy! You know I'm mature." Draco said.
"You are." Lucius nodded. "We shall see." And then he surprised Draco immensely by leaning forward and pressing his lips to his sons. //Oh! This was what he meant...// Draco froze, his father's lips moving gently across his. //I thought...no wonder he said I may be too young. I don't know if...// But Draco knew he could never deny his father anything. Not then. He moved his lips hesitantly, parting them to his father's touch. It was a strange sensation, his father kissing him in such a manner. Lucius' fingers twined in his hair, holding Draco's head firmly.
"Well?" He asked, pulling away and fixing dark grey eyes on his son.
"I'm old enough." Draco said, softly. He could feel his heart fluttering in his chest, beating skittishly like a trapped bird. He knew his words lacked conviction, but they seemed convincing enough for his father. Lucius took his son in his arms, hands wrapped firmly around Draco's shoulders, pulling him into another kiss. It was far fiercer and more demanding then the last, and Draco quivered underneath it. His small frame trembled, his father's lips somewhat demanding against his own. He wasn't sure what to do. He knew the basic mechanics of sex, but not the subtleties. And he knew that was what his father had in mind.
It didn't surprise him that much. Though he hadn't expected it for a few years yet. There was nothing that strange about the elite of his father's political affiliations taking over their son's sexual education. But generally sixteen was regarded the proper year for it, not thirteen.
"Are you afraid, Draco?" Lucius mumbled, teeth nipping gently at the flesh of Draco's neck.
"No, daddy."
"Good. You shouldn't be." Lucius whispered, tongue sliding out to lathe the place where his teeth had just been.. Draco whimpered, biting his lip against the moan that rose up in his throat. Lucius leaned back, fingers trailing down to casually unbutton Draco's pajama top and slide it off of his slim, trembling shoulders.
"Daddy..." He sucked in his lower lip, cold air prickling his bare skin. He squirmed slightly, his father's fingers on his bare shoulder. This was something so different then anything he had ever expected.
"What is it Draco?" Lucius asked, his hand reaching up to brush against Draco's cheek. His father's eyes were clouded and concerned, and Draco shook his head.. //I don't know.// He blinked slowly, meeting his father's gaze unflinchingly.
"Nothing." He said, bravely. He tilted his head back, almost defiantly, and Lucius smiled.
"You are a good boy." Lucius said, sliding his hand around to rest against Draco's bare back. "And a very beautiful one." Fingers biting firmly into his shoulder blades. He winced, and Lucius let up some of the pressure. Draco nodded, closing his eyes. He was pulled into his father's lap, lips on his neck and shoulders, hands holding him gently but firmly. He buried his face in his father's shoulder, not sure what to do.
"What is wrong?" Lucius asked, pulling back and resting his forehead against Draco's.
I'm sorry father." Draco sniffled a bit, trying hard to be proud and brave, but finding it difficult. He couldn't give his father pleasure, not like this. He was a complete innocent. "I...I don't know what to do."
"Oh, by beautiful boy." Lucius pressed his lips gently to Draco's forehead, kissed his eyelids, his nose, his cheekbones. "You have nothing to worry about."
"I just want to make you proud, daddy." Draco said, and he winced at the plaintive tone in his voice.
"You do make me proud, Draco." Lucius said, fiercely. "There is no father more proud. And as for this...it will come to you naturally."
"Yes, daddy." Draco took a deep breath, and pressed his lips hesitantly against his father's. Lucius' lips remained still, allowing Draco to explore and experiment as he would. The young boy trailed his tongue over his father's lips, gently and gingerly, just tasting the smooth flesh. He let his hands wander over his father's shoulders, feeling the hard muscles there beneath. He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between his father's lips. He continued to kiss his father in an intimate manner, his eyes closed, reveling in the sensations that were flowing through him. Lucius' hands were stroking his back, caressing his bare skin. Then Lucius pulled away, smiling down into his son's eyes.
"Lie down." Lucius whispered, slipping off the bed to stand. Draco did as he was told, trembling in the cool night air. He lay back, fighting hard not to fidget. He watched, wide eyed and not a little frightened, as his father shed his dressing robe. Lucius noted his son's attention, and smiled softly, before slipping onto the bed next to him.
"What's wrong, Draco?"
"Nothing daddy." Draco said promptly. He would show no fear. He would prove to his father how brave and strong and good he was. He held out his arms, and Lucius chuckled, dragging his finger over pale, quivering flesh. He bent his head, kissing gently at Draco's neck and throat, sucking tenderly at the skin there. Draco let his hands wander over his father's broad back, fingers trailing slowly over the ridges and dips of his spine. He closed his eyes, whimpering softly as his father's hand dipped down to lightly stroke his shaft. He bit his lower lip, eyes squeezed tightly closed at the feelings in him. He had pleasured himself once or twice, but it had been far different then this.
It didn't take him long for him to climax. His father's fingers were talented and soft, and they sent him into waves of ecstasy. he had tried to remain silent throughout, but when his climax hit him, he couldn't restrain himself. He cried out, thrashing and pressing his head firmly into the pillow under his head.
"I'm sorry." Draco murmured, turning his head to the side, not able to meet his father's gaze.
"For what?" Lucius asked, his voice soft and tender.
"For...making noise." Draco said, eyes squeezed tightly shut in shame.
"Draco, if you feel something that pleases you, there is no shame in voicing your pleasure." Lucius stroked his son's cheek, titling his head to face him. "There is no shame in pleasure, Draco."
"Yes, daddy." Draco nodded, smiling slightly as Lucius kissed him again.
"Now...are you ready?"
"Yes." Draco swallowed hard. He knew what was coming next, and it frightened him. He had only read of these things, and of course there was the things whispered late at night in the dorm, or sometimes in the showers.
"I won't lie to you Draco, this will hurt at first. But it will stop hurting very soon." Lucius kissed Draco once more, lingering and gentle. He stretched himself out over Draco, nestling himself gently between his son's thighs. He let his hand rest on Draco's hip, caressing it gently. Draco licked his lips, forcing himself to remain calm. His father's fingers slid down further, to caress and massage tight, sensitive flesh. Draco squirmed, whimpering softly. It didn't hurt exactly, but it was a strange and unfamiliar sensation.
"You must remain relaxed." Lucius coaxed. "It will hurt less, if you stay relaxed."
"Yes, daddy." Draco took a deep breath, forcing tense muscles to unclench. He sucked in a deep breath as he felt one of his father's fingers invade him. He squirmed, and immediately tensed.
"Relax, Draco, relax." Lucius urged, his voice soft. Draco nodded, teeth clenched tightly together as his father's finger stretched and probed him. A second finger joined the first, stretching him further. He splayed his legs wider, trying to ease some of the discomfort. He felt the fingers removed, and then there was something warm and liquid replacing them. That was all right. In fact, he felt he missed the full sensation inside of him.
"I'm ready, daddy." Draco said, looking up at his father from under lowered lashes.
"Are you certain?" Lucius brushed a stray lock of hair out of Draco's face.
"Yes, Daddy." He smiled as brightly as he could, wanting to leave no doubt in his father's mind. Lucius nodded, fingers stroking his cheek gently. Draco leaned up, capturing his father's lips with his own. He felt something at his entrance again, larger and more insistent then his father's fingers had been. He kept his lips firmly on his father's, his hand twined in Lucius' hair as he felt his father entering him, slipping beyond the tight ring of muscle inside of him. He winced, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain. It hurt, but he could bare it. He had felt worse. His father slid into the hilt.
"Are you all right Draco?" Lucius asked, has words almost a groan. Draco nodded, not able to speak. It hurt, but he would see beyond the pain. He felt his father thrusting inside of him, and soon the pain did dull, and it felt almost good. He kept his eyes closed, and heard his father's soft noises of pleasure and approval.
It was over in a few minutes, and Draco winced as his father climaxed inside of him, crying out at the suddenness and the way it stung.
"Are you badly hurt?" Lucius asked, pulling away immediately.
"I'm fine, daddy." Draco said, reaching up and hugging his father in a purely childlike gesture. He held his father tightly, only letting go when Lucius pulled the covers up over them and tucked Draco's head to his shoulder. His mind was reeling from what had happened. Had he done as he was supposed to? Had he made his father happy?
"I am so proud of you, my son." Lucius whispered fiercely. "I love you."
"Thank you, daddy."
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Date: 2009-07-20 01:23 am (UTC)