Malfoy Dreams

Author\'s Notes: A new story! Finally. It\'s mostly a short PWP lemon. Kinda cute though. Or so I think. Reviews are most defiantly welcome and sought after.

Disclaimer: Don\'t own them... I just kidnap them now and then.

Warnings: Contains incest between father and son, contains a minor as well. If you don\'t like it, don\'t read it

Rating: NC-17



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Lucius Malfoy. Head of the Malfoy house, pureblood, loyal Death Eater to the Dark Lord. Most might argue that he had everything. Money, influence, power and even family. The blonde man scoffed at the idea, as he lay in his oversized bed alone, looking around his huge bedroom. He didn\'t feel rich or influential, nor did he currently feel very powerful. He felt rather lonely.

Narcissa was off on another one of her trips. She didn\'t even tell her husband where she was going anymore before flitting off, simply announcing that she\'d be gone for a few weeks. She hardly ever graced Lucius with her presence. In her opinion, there was no longer any need for her to share Lucius\' bed. They had an heir after all...

Draco. The boy was Lucius\' world. His only joy. Of course he loved serving his master, but there had been no word from him in years... And the months before his disappearance, he\'d seemed to be slipping away from genius, drifting closer to madness.

And so Lucius had only Draco. His only real family. And Merlin did he love the little boy... So small and delicate, snowy skin, fair despite loving the outdoors. His blonde hair and icy blue eyes, so similar to Lucius\' own. Perhaps he loved the boy a bit too much. More than a father safely should. But he\'d do anything necessary to ensure Draco\'s future. He would see that his son became a proper Malfoy.

And he\'d never force the boy into anything. He couldn\'t bear to see him hurt in any way. When Draco had been younger, he\'d fallen from a broom that he\'d been speeding around on. Even though he was only five, he\'d never screamed, just picked himself up and calmly walked over to his distraught father to inform him, with a faint sniffle, that he\'d broken his arm.

Lucius thought he\'d taken the news quite well. He\'d panicked immediately of course, suddenly unable to remember a simple bone-mending spell. After carrying Draco very gingerly up to the house, he\'d paced back and forth fretting, checking on his son every few steps as he waited for the healer. Draco had watched his father with wide eyes, mouth partially open. What had happened to being a Malfoy and showing no reaction?

By the time the healer arrived, just minutes later, though Lucius would swear that the man had taken at least a half-hour, the older Malfoy had practically given himself a heart attack. The arm was mended without mishap and Lucius was provided with a calming draught, which he accepted with shaky hands.

Afterwards, he\'d spent at least an hour holding Draco in his lap, arms curled tightly around the boy, mostly to assure himself that he was safe. Draco hadn\'t complained of course. He loved affection from his father and since a Malfoy wasn\'t supposed to show emotion or weakness, he rarely enjoyed such a privilege.

A tentative knock shook Lucius from his thoughts. He frowned slightly, glancing towards the glowing clock set next to his bed. Narcissa wasn\'t expected back for at least another week and even when she did return, there would be no reason for her to stop by his room. If a house elf dare disturb him...

\"Enter.\"

The single word was cold, Lucius\' voice low. There was another hesitation before the large doors finally cracked open, a small pale form stepping in from the dark hall. Lucius\' expression softened instantly as he watched the boy close the door, standing barely inside of the room, looking down at his bare feet.

\"Draco.\"

\"Father.\" The boy looked up, hoping he wouldn\'t meet an angry glare. The last thing he wanted was to upset his father. Even if Lucius disliked any harm befalling his son, he had given out stern punishments before, and Draco respected his father\'s authority. Seeing only calm curiosity, and perhaps a barely concealed fondness, the little blonde offered a small smile before dropping his eyes again. \"May I sleep with you tonight?\"

Luckily for Lucius, Draco had looked away; otherwise he would have seen his father\'s mouth drop open. Surely some deity was being overly cruel. He\'d been absorbed in thoughts concerning his son and who should disturb them? Draco hadn\'t sought out his company in the middle of the night for nearly two years, ever since he\'d ceased being afraid of the dark, or so the boy claimed.

At ten he was a well-mannered young boy, playful yet solemn and well able to understand what was expected of him in public. And he\'d be leaving in just a year to attend school... The thought brought on a wave of sadness. He had little time left to spend with his son before the majority of their time would be spent separated.

That thought, and the fact that he could deny his son little made up his mind quickly. Realizing his mouth was still hanging open, he snapped it shut before answering the boy.

\"Of course you may Draco. But why are you up at such an hour?\"

A brilliant smile met the response and Draco moved quickly to his father\'s bed, climbing up into the silk sheets, only to dive under them, settling in, to the amusement of the older Malfoy. Only once he was curled up under the sheets, snuggled to his father\'s side, did Draco answer the question.

\"I had a dream.\"

\"A dream? A nightmare? I thought you weren\'t scared of such things anymore Draco.\"

The boy shook his head, tucking his face in against Lucius\' shoulder, speaking with a slightly muffled voice. \"It wasn\'t a nightmare.\"

Lucius frowned slightly, curling his arms loosely around his burrowing son. It seemed almost as if the boy was trying to become a part of the older man with as close as he was pressing himself. \"It wasn\'t a nightmare? Then... what frightened you?\"

Draco kept his face pressed close to his father, refusing to look up at him. \"I\'m not frightened Father. It was just a dream... And I wanted to be with you.\" Draco let a slight whine creep into his voice.

Despite his confusion, Lucius smiled at his son\'s antics. \"You can always come to me Draco. I enjoy spending time with you. But there must be a reason other than you having had a dream to come here at such an early hour.\" Reaching a hand down, he slipped his fingers under Draco\'s chin, lifting gently to meet his gaze.

To Lucius\' surprise, Draco blushed, though he met his father\'s gaze. \"I had a dream... And you were in it. So when I woke up, I felt like coming to see you, even though it was early.\" Draco\'s eyes broke the contact, looking down towards the bed, his chin still held by his father\'s fingers. He spoke again, his voice soft, though able to be heard in the silence of the room. \"And I ache Father.\"

Visions of Draco\'s broken arm once again flashed through his mind. With widened eyes, Lucius looked down at Draco, trying to stay calm and not jump to conclusions. If it were something serious Draco would have told him sooner. \"You ache? Where? How? It\'s not... serious is it?\"

\"I- don\'t think so. I think it\'s because of my dream.\" Draco blushed darker, trying to bury his face against his father\'s shoulder once more, but stopped moving as Lucius tightened his grip gently, keeping his face unhidden. \"I... Iachebetweenmylegs.\" The words were said quickly, in one exhalation, running together as Draco squeezed his eyes closed, fearful of his father\'s response.

Lucius froze, simply staring at his son. His little boy was growing up, his young body changing... How could he not have noticed? His body was maturing, but he was still a boy, inexperienced, not sure how to handle such things as random erections. He bit back a sigh. No man should have to face such temptations. Someone must be looking down at him, laughing uproariously.

Not trusting himself, Lucius kept silent, trying to think of something to say. He\'d have to speak, or Draco would assume something was wrong. That such things shouldn\'t happen. Drawing in a deep breath, the older Malfoy leaned in to press a light kiss to his son\'s forehead, slowly loosening the grip on his chin.

\"Draco... Look at me.\" Lucius waited as blue eyes slowly rose to meet his own, holding a sense of confused fear. Offering his son a warm smile, he continued. \"It\'s nothing to worry about Draco. It\'s a normal part of growing up. It will go away.\"

\"Father, are you sure? It\'s... weird. How long will it take for it to go away?\" Draco pouted cutely, looking up at his father, snuggling, unconsciously pressing his hips close.

Lucius grit his teeth, keeping his hands safely on his son\'s back. The boy had no idea how hard he was making it for his father to deal with things as a parent should, rather than pinning his slight for to the bed and groping the life out of him. \"Of course I\'m sure. You\'ll get used to it. It\'s a fairly normal part of a young man\'s life. And it can be gone in just a few minutes if you ignore it...\"

\"But... I can\'t ignore it. It aches. Isn\'t there anything else that can be done Father?\" Draco nuzzled in against Lucius\' neck, keeping himself plastered as close as possible. He didn\'t want to ignore it. There must be some other option. His dream...

As if reading his mind, Lucius spoke, trying to change the subject, even it if was just for a moment. Draco\'s innocent seductiveness was going to be his downfall. \"What was your dream about anyway Draco?\"

The younger Malfoy looked away, a decidedly guilty look showing on his young face, his cheeks once again tinged with a blush. \"Do I... have to tell you? I don\'t want you to think less of me...\"

\"Draco, you\'re my son. There is very little that could make me think or feel less about you. What did you dream that woke you and caused you to come here?\" Lucius cocked his head to one side, keeping a mildly curious expression on his face, not wanting to frighten Draco any farther. He wanted his son to confide in him, not fear his reaction more.

Glancing up once, Draco again pressed his face close to Lucius\' neck, beginning to speak, explaining his dream. \"It was strange Father... I was left all alone. There weren\'t even any house elves around. I was afraid, even though I knew I shouldn\'t be... Then you were there, and you held me close and comforted me...\" Lucius could sense the small smile, even if he couldn\'t see it. The light flutter of air moving over his skin as Draco spoke wasn\'t helping matters. And neither did Draco\'s next words.

\"You... touched me Father. You touched me and... I liked it. First over my clothes. You rubbed over my chest... Then under them and down... Then I woke up... and I ached.\" The smile had faded, a deep blush now coloring Draco\'s face, the color covering his neck, disappearing under his pajama shirt.

Lucius let his eyes fall closed, unable to keep back a shiver. He couldn\'t hope to win against his son... and for him to have such a dream... Tightening his arms around the smaller form, the older Malfoy looked down at his son. \"Draco...\"

\"I\'m sorry Father. But I didn\'t know how to make the ache go away... And in my dream... you helped me... It felt good...\" Draco tried to press his face closer, shaking just a little, trying to keep from crying.

\"Draco, you don\'t need to be sorry. I don\'t love you any less.\" Uncertain eyes peeked up, looking at his father, blue meeting blue. \"But why did you come here Draco? Because you felt alone? Because you were confused?\" Lucius needed to be sure of why Draco had come to him before he went any farther. He would not deny his son, but he also wouldn\'t take what wasn\'t offered.

Draco put on his best pout as he cuddled closer to his father, relief shining in his eyes once he was sure Lucius meant his words. \"I came Father, because I wanted you to touch me. Like in my dream. To make the ache go away...\"

Lucius bit his lower lip, trying to stifle a groan, only partially successful in doing so. He had his own ache to worry about now... Which he desperately resisted pressing against his son. Draco had come to him, seeking help, knowing his father would make everything right again. Sliding his hands down to the slender hips, the elder of the two leaned in, nuzzling over Draco\'s smooth neck.

The younger, smaller Malfoy tipped his head back, giving his father better access, submitting without thought. He shifted his hips slightly against his father\'s hands, seeking greater contact. He knew there was more sensation to be had... Impatient, as many children tended to be, Draco moved a small hand, laying over one of his father\'s, tugging to move it.

Letting his hand be moved, Lucius glanced at his son without pausing in his exploration of the neck under his lips. Lucius watched as Draco let his eyes flutter closed, pressing his father\'s hand to his groin, letting his small erection press up against the warmth, drawing a little shiver from both Malfoys.

With his eyes closed, Draco couldn\'t see his father\'s eyes glaze over, losing himself slowly to lust. The hand pressed to his moved under his own smaller hand, rubbing gently, just as it had done in his dream, giving a small squeeze, drawing a soft cry from Draco as he got his first real taste of pleasure.

\"Oh Father...\"

\"Draco... You\'re so beautiful...\" Lucius pulled back enough to look properly at Draco\'s young face, moving both hands to slide his pajama pants down, pushing his shirt off as an after thought. He let a hand caress over the smooth skin of his son\'s chest, circling the rosy little nipples.

Draco arched up towards his father\'s hand, shivering as the large fingers teased him, so like his dream... He let out a quiet moan, missing the shiver it evoked in his father, already missing the hand that had been settled over his little cock. \"Please Father... Please touch me... I\'ll ache forever if you don\'t...\" The young blonde pushed his lower lip out in a pout.

With a chuckle, Lucius leaned in, replacing a hand with his lips, kissing and nibbling at Draco\'s chest, dragging his tongue over one of the sensitive buds of flesh, now peaked with arousal. \"So impatient Draco... I like the look of you, so hot and needy... Needy for me.\"

\"Yes Father... I need you. Please...\" He whimpered, squirming slightly, arching and crying out when his father\'s hand was suddenly pressed against him again, fingers gently but firmly curling around his cock, the hard three and a halfhes hes twitching in the older Malfoy\'s hand. \"Ooh... Daddy...\"

Lucius shuddered violently, moving his hand over his son, stroking his young, hairless cock quickly, knowing his son would likely not last long. He couldn\'t help grinding his own hips down into the bed, moving his other hand to rub his own cock, needing release. Draco hadn\'t called him daddy in such a long time...

Draco tingled. Ached and tingled... But he knew it would be over soon. An odd type of pressure was building in his belly, resulting in him writhing under his father\'s skilled touch, begging him for more, pressing up to grind himself against the offered friction. Moving a hand up, he curled his fingers into his father\'s silky hair, clinging to him as the other hand slid down, innocently joining the larger hand stroking Lucius\' cock.

Lucius nearly screamed, arching sharply towards the added touch of his son\'s small hand rubbing tentatively alongside is own. Pressing his cheek to his son\'s chest, he let his hips rock, groaning, finally losing himself, spilling his seed over Draco\'s and his own hand, crying out. \"Oh Draco... Draco! My beautiful son... Merlin.\"

Draco didn\'t understand the sticky substance tat spilled over his hand, but he could easily see that he father was enjoying it. Lucius stroked is son faster, seeking to take the boy with him. It took only a few additional strokes before Draco stiffened, his eyes snapping wide in shock as he lost himself to his first climax. \"F-father... Ooh... It feels... It- Daddy!\" A small amount of clear fluid wept from his cock, running over his father\'s hand.

Both Malfoys collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted and panting. Lucius opened his eyes slowly, looking up at his son. The young face was flushed, hair in disarray, his mouth still half open as he attempted to catch his breath. Smiling softly, Lucius pressed a gentle kiss to Draco\'s lower lip. He wouldn\'t feel guilty about what they\'d just done. It had been too perfect.

Draco looked up at his father through half closed eyes, letting his fingers slip from Lucius\' hair. He stayed quiet as the older of the two cast a quick cleaning spell, snuggling himself up against his father immediately after, his voice barely a whisper when he spoke. \"Thank you Father.\"

Curling his arms about his son, Lucius held him close, pulling the bed sheets up over the two hem.hem. He smiled as Draco tucked his head under his chin, letting his eyes close, sighing, feeling more comfortable and complete than he had in years. \"It was my pleasure. I love you Draco.\" Lucius began to slip into sleep, the quiet words he heard just before drifting off drawing a smile.

\"I love you too... Daddy.\" A small smile graced Draco\'s lips as well as he followed his father into slumber.