Malfoy Dreams

Author's Notes: A lovely little sequel, full of lemony goodness. This was suggested and therefore dedicated to a friend. Hopefully she'll find it acceptable and perhaps enjoy it a bit as well. ^^ And for everyone else, please review!

Disclaimer: Still not mine, but I'll fight tooth and nail for Lucius.

Warnings: Yaoi, Incest and Draco is still a minor.

Rating: NC-17 (The only way to write)



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"I said no."

"But Father- "

"Draco, how many times do I have to tell you? I have work that needs to be finished. Why don't you take a walk in the gardens? I'm sure you can find something to entertain yourself." Lucius waved his hand dismissively, not even looking up at his son. He had to finish the reports he was working on. The last thing he needed was trouble at the Ministry.

Draco stared at his father for a moment. Go? Just leave and wander alone and bored around the gardens? He got so little time to be home since he'd had to start school. And now that he was actually able to spend a few days at home, his father was busy?

The younger Malfoy pulled himself up to his full height, though it didn't even come close to rivaling that of his father. He'd try once more... Surely his father would see it his way and they'd finally be able to reconnect a bit.

"Father, your work can wait. I- "

With an exasperated glare and an annoyed sigh, Lucius interrupted his son, one hand holding his quill, the other moving to rub over a temple, trying to stave off a headache.

"Draco, I told you that I'm busy. What do you want?" The words came out a bit harsher than he'd intended, but it was too late to take them back.

Draco blinked, eyes wide as his lower lip trembled, pushed out in a deep pout.

"I just wanted to spend some time with you Father, since I actually have time away from school. But you're obviously too busy." With a soft sniffle and an obviously hurt expression in his blue eyes, Draco slipped quickly from Lucius' study.

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Icy sapphire eyes watched as Draco all but ran from the room, robes trailing. Lucius hadn't even taken the time to notice that his son was still in his school robes. He must have headed right for the study after the portkey had brought him back to the mansion.

Just so that he could come and see him... And he'd sent his son away. Feeling suddenly guilty, he looked down at the reports spread across the large oak desk, not really seeing them. All his mind could visualize was the hurt written across his son's face as he'd left.

Suddenly the reports didn't seem to matter much anymore. He'd caused his Draco pain. The very thing he'd vowed that he'd never do. Setting his quill into its holder, Lucius stood quickly to follow his son. Draco was right. His work could wait. He needed to spend time with his son, not sit at his desk wasting away in front of piles of paperwork.

Taking the same steps Draco had just moments before, Lucius left the study, fervently hoping Draco had indeed headed for the gardens, not hidden himself away somewhere.

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Draco walked quickly, not looking back, his young mind in chaos. Trying not to let thoughts and fears overwhelm him, he let his feet take him where they wished, not realizing where he was headed until he found himself standing before an ornate fountain. Walking closer, he looked down at the little glowing fish that swam lazily through the clear water, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

He used to come here when he was younger. With his father. It was their secret. A sparkling fountain buried within the garden. He used to love sitting on his father's lap, resting next to the falling water, watching the little fish.

And now here he was, in their special place. Alone. Didn't his father love him? He'd said that he did... Had called him perfect and beautiful... But that night had been a long time ago. Nearly two years. Maybe his father had changed his mind. He certainly didn't act like he wanted his son close. And neither of them had ever spoken about that night afterwards...

Drowning in doubt and confusion, Draco slid to the ground next to the fountain, letting his head rest against the cool stone, the tears finally running down his cheeks, one dropping into the water below as he sobbed quietly.

It was the soft sound of crying that alerted Lucius. Draco had indeed gone to the gardens. To the place they used to share. A place he'd barely remembered until now. Turning a corner, the elder Malfoy froze, his gaze locked on his son. He really must be the monster everyone assumed to do such a thing to Draco...

To busy convincing himself that his father no longer loved him, Draco didn't hear Lucius as he moved closer and knelt behind him. He jumped as strong arms embraced him from behind, pulling at him gently. He cried out once, looking back, tear streaked face fearful until he recognized his 'attacker'. Relief flashed quickly across his features, before fading once again into dejected sadness.

"Don't you have work that needs to be done Father?" The words were followed by a little sniffle.

Settling next to the fountain, as he used to do, Lucius pulled Draco's smaller form into his lap, trying not to let the words sting too much. With little success. At least Draco didn't resist or try to pull away... Settling his arms around his son's waist and resting his head close to Draco's, he sighed.

"No Draco... You were right. My work can wait. I shouldn't have let it distract me so much that I was willing to ignore you... I've missed you terribly."

Another sob wracked Draco's form, this one of relief as he twisted around as fast as he possibly could, throwing his arms around his father's neck, burying his face against his chest. Screw being a 'proper Malfoy'. There were more important things.

"Father... I thought that- You didn't..."

"Shh, Draco. I'm sorry." Lucius ran a hand gently through Draco's silky hair, the soft strands longer now than he last remembered. He was missing his son growing up... He couldn't let that happen. "I'll make you a deal. I won't worry about work the entire time you're home. I'll spend my time with you. Any way you'd like." The loving smile was all Lucius needed.

"That sounds perfect father... That's all I want..." Draco nuzzled against Lucius, rubbing his cheek against his chest affectionately, drawing a chuckle from the older man. Feeling the arms around him tighten slightly, Draco let his eyes drift closed, feeling safe. He certainly wasn't afraid to go off to school. But to be with his father... It was a feeling of rightness that nothing could match.

The two sat quietly as the sunlight faded, Lucius holding his son close and Draco resting blissfully against his father. Though Draco was finding it hard to stay awake. He smothered a yawn against his father, earning an affectionate smile.

"I think it's time for bed Draco. You're almost asleep already."

Looking up through half open lids, the smaller of the two shook his head, trying to hide yet another yawn, lifting a hand to rub his eyes.

" 'm not tired..."

"Oh really... What are all those yawns about then? And you can hardly stay awake. I'll carry you in to your bed." Chuckling softly, Lucius rearranged his arms around his son, standing slowly, lifting him.

"But... Father, can I stay in your bed?" Sleepy blue eyes gazed up as Draco resettled himself, seeming to be perfectly content to be carried.

Lucius froze, staring down at his son. In his bed? For the night? There was no way he'd be able to simply sleep next to his son. Not when the boy was so tempting... He'd given in last time. It would be only too easy to do so again, given another opportunity.

"Draco... I'm not sure that would be the best idea... Don't you want to sleep in your own bed for the night? It would be much more comfortable and-" Lucius was cut off by a soft whisper against his ear.

"Please Daddy?"

With a shudder, Lucius swallowed around the growing thickness in his throat. It should be illegal for such a simple word to sound so... erotic. Well, technically, given the situation... Pushing the thought from his mind, Lucius continued to consider. He was almost positive that he couldn't trust himself. But ad tad told Draco that he'd spend time with him... Any way that his son wanted. Not his most brilliant brainstorm it seemed.

Draco smirked to himself as he watched his father, rather enjoying the internal struggle. Lucius had said that they could spend time however he wished... And he was pretty sure of what he wanted. He'd waited far too long... He'd make sure he got his way. School wasn't just for learning magic after all. Listening to the upperclassmen's conversations could offer an education all its own.

While his father was distracted with his thoughts, Draco leaned closer, nuzzling his nose just under Lucius' ear before giving the sensitive skin behind the lobe a little lick, delighting in the shiver he got in response.

"I missed you so much while was away at school... I dreamt about you. And I couldn't even come to you for... help." Draco all but purred the words, easily breaking through the last of his father's resistance.

Lucius nearly whimpered. There was no way Draco could be doing such things innocently. He was trying to seduce him. The thought only added to the heat pooling in his groin. Turning quickly, he set off for the mansion and his bedroom, a thought occurring to him on the way.

"Draco... No one... touched you, did they?" He glowered at the very thought of someone else's dirty hands on his Draco.

With a little smile, Draco shook his head, again speaking close to his father's ear, letting his breath ghost over Lucius' skin. "No Father... I'm yours remember? No one touched me. No one even knows... But a few times I did close my eyes and touch myself while thinking about your hands on me..." He trailed off in a soft moan, pressing himself closer to his father.

Yes, he defiantly had a problem now. A problem that he'd gladly let Draco's soft hands take care of. Adjusting his grip slightly, Lucius let a hand stray to Draco's rear, pulling him ever closer. "If you keep tempting me with such words Draco, we won't make it back to my room."

Allowing an evil little grin, Draco wiggled back against the hand, laying his head on his father's shoulder. "Is that a promise Father?" He giggled at the half glare, half pleading look Lucius shot at him. "Is something wrong Father? You seem a bit tense."

Gritting his teeth, Lucius practically sprinted up the stairs. If he didn't get some relief soon, the little minx in his arms was going to drive him insane. It wasn't easy carrying sex incarnate. "Tense? You could say that Draco..."

Finally reaching the door to the master bedroom, Lucius opened it with a word, slipping in to set Draco onto the bed, sliding in after him. The younger Malfoy settled in contently, laying back, stretching like a cat, making sure to arch his back, displaying himself while pretending to simply get more comfortable.

"You should relax more Father... It's not good to be so tense... Maybe I can help you." He offered a coy smile.

Smirking, Lucius began slipping from his shirt, tossing the garment aside once free of it, letting the expensive silk fall carelessly to the floor. He settled himself back nst nst the bed's headboard, some how managing to keep from pouncing his son.

"Yes, perhaps you could help Draco. It would only be the kind thing to do, since you're the cause." He shifted slightly, restless, trying to get comfortable in his way-too-confining pants.

Pouting, Draco sat up slowly, crawling over towards his father, slipping into his lap, wiggling around for a few moments before deciding he was comfortable, pressed tightly to his father's hips. Leaning up, he smiled, the expression of innocence clashing with the little thrust he gave to grind teasingly against the bulge in the older Malfoy's pants.

"My fault? I'll make you a deal then." He smiled, using Lucius' own words. "I'll help you with this..." Draco slid a hand down between the two of them, letting it rub over his father's trapped erection. "If you'll do the same for me. It's only the kind thing to do, since you're the cause..."

Lucius chuckled, shaking his head slightly, moving his hands to Draco's slim hips. "What am I going to do wiou Dou Draco?" Smirking as his son opened his mouth to provide an answer, Lucius arched his hips forward, grinding against Draco with more force, effectively cutting the boy off. "Don't worry. I have my own ideas."

Tipping his head back, Draco let out a soft moan, trying to press himself closer. He was growing tired of word games, even if it did make him look clever. There were more pressing matters... Like the ache in his pants. And the fact that his father wasn't doing anything about it.

"Nn, Father... Please. I want- I need you to touch me."

"Then you need to lose some of your clothing." Quite done with games himself, Lucius slid Draco's robes off, working at his shirt and pants immediately after. Draco helped where he could, lifting his arms, wiggling around a bit to slide out of his pants.

Finally bare, he reached for his father's pants, unfastening them, tugging in an attempt to get them off, or at least out of the way. With a squeak, he suddenly found himself on his back, looking up at Lucius and the predatory grin on his face.

Kicking the last of his clothing off, Lucius settled over his son, leaning closer to nibble at the slender neck, shuddering as his cock brushed across Draco's, drawing a gasp and an arch from the younger Malfoy. Chuckling, Lucius nipped at his son, blue eyes amused.

"Impatient as always I see? Can I help you with something Draco?"

Draco growled, thrusting his hips up harshly, lifting both hands to thread them deeply into his father's long hair. Satisfied only after he'd earned a groan, he rolled his hips in a gentler movement, whimpering pathetically.

"How many times will you make me ask Father? Must I beg you? Please... I ache... won't you make it go away?"

"Well..." Lucius moved again against his son, rocking just enough to rub their erections together. He couldn't keep his teasing up for long anyway. "Since you asked so nicely..." Leaning down, he kissed a line over Draco's neck, reveling in the feel and smell of his son, rocking once again against the smaller Malfoy.

Draco kept his fingers buried in his father's hair, crying out at the offered friction, tipping his head back while arching up. Finally, he was getting what he wanted... He'd had more than enough long nights alone. His bed always felt even colder after waking up, wishing he was nestled close to his father. And nothing could compare to the touch of another, heated flesh touching heated flesh.

"Ahh~! F-father... More, please... Harder!"

His breath caught, lifting his head slightly to look down at the smaller form half writhing under him. Maybe the Gods weren't mocking him after all... Perhaps he was just too stubborn to accept a gift when one threw itself at him. With a growl, he began moving, setting a quick, needy pace, making sure that his cock slid along Draco's with every move.

A harsh hiss and low groan answered Lucius' decision to finally stop teasing. Arching up, he kept himself pressed tightly to his father, tipping his head back, his young face a mask of bliss. Maybe he should try to seduce his father more often. Especially if he got such results.

Lucius watched his son, gritting his teeth. It was hard enough to control himself around the boy... There was no way he was going to last long moving against him, listening to such sounds coming from him. Dipping his head down, he nibbled along Draco's throat, pausing here and there to suck at the pale skin.

Rocking up, Draco attempted to keep pace with his father, but his position, as well as the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him weren't making things easy. Tipping his head closer to Lucius' he moved his lips as close to his father's ear as he could, trying, and failing, to keep his breathing under control. Thrusting his hips up, he let out a moan, shivering.

"Nnn... Daddy..."

The world was crumbling, exploding, imploding, melting... And Lucius could care less. Nothing existed but him and Draco. Stiffening, he shuddered, pressing even closer to Draco as he reached his climax, unable to keep his body under control any longer.

"Ah... Draco- Fuck!"

Draco watched his father with wide eyes, shivering as he felt warm liquid landing on his stomach and chest. Evidently he'd gotten Lucius more worked up than he'd thought. His father never used such language in front of him. And though he was pleased to bring Lucius such pleasure, he was left unsatisfied. Trying to get his father's attention, he rocked up against him lightly, whimpering

It took Lucius a moment to regain his senses and remember where he was. Blinking down at his son, his sluggish mind slowly registered the whimper. And the hardness still poking at him confirmed the hazy conclusion. Smiling softly, he pulled away, much to Draco's displeasure, looking down at his son. The boy was certainly growing up... Lucius could see the outline of young muscles, firming and maturing, shaping Draco's body. He was growing even more beautiful.

"I'm sorry Draco... You were just a bit too much for me."

Smiling, Draco let a hand slip from his father's hair, running it down over his cheek, caressing the skin gently. "It's alright Father... But you'd better not plan on leaving me like this."

With a smirk, Lucius slipped a hand inwards, rubbing over the aroused flesh, delighting in the moan and arch he got in response. "Don't worry Draco. I would never leave you to suffer."

Draco tipped his head back, still watching his father through slitted eyes. Licking his lips, he pressed his hips up, sucking in a soft breath. He wanted relief... And he wanted it now. "Please Father... Harder..."

Lucius smiled, shaking his head slightly, leaning down to leisurely nibble over Draco's exposed neck, making his way downwards, over his chest. He'd give his son exactly what he asked for... He just had his own ideas about how to accomplish it. Making sure to give each nipple a slight tease, he continued down, skimming over Draco's stomach, licking a little at the fluids that had landed on his pale skin. Drifting ever lower, Lucius paused just before touching Draco's aching length, waiting until his son opened his mouth to demand more attention, looking rather annoyed, the expression only to alter into a silent scream, any words he'd planned instantly cut off as Lucius captured the tip of his son's erection between his lips.

He was going to die. He just knew it. But what a way to go... He'd never felt such pleasure. Such heat. He needed more of it. Even if it incinerated him. Draco thrust up towards his father's mouth, seeking more of the sensation. At least he tried to. Somehow Lucius' hands had ended up on his hips, holding him down.

"More! Ah- Daddy..."

Lucius sighed softly, looking up at his son, chuckling to himself, the added sensations drawing another cry from Draco. He was still just as responsive as he remembered. But it wasn't fair to keep the boy hanging. They'd both waited for far too long. Dipping his head down farther, he took all of Draco's length into his mouth in one motion, having no trouble. His son may be maturing, but he still had a fair amount of growing to do.

Draco's breathing came in harsh gasps, his eyes rolling back. He'd never complain about anything his father did to him ever again, as long as he didn't stop... Desperately trying to move against the restricting hands, he tangled his hands into his father's hair, whines and mewls spilling past his lips.

"Ohh... Nnn, Daddy, more- Please, harder..."

Watching his son's sweet face contorted in pleasure, the elder Malfoy suppressed a shiver. How had he resisted his son for so long? But back to more interesting matters... Flicking his tongue, he sucked at the throbbing flesh, delighting in every tremble and whimper he got in response. He doubted it would take Draco long to reach his peak. He'd been close when he's reached his own climax. But he'd enjoy pleasuring his son for as long as he lasted.

A violent shudder raced through the younger Malfoy's form, his eyes snapping open. For a split second, everything seemed to slow down. Lucius' tongue moving on him, his pulse pounding in his ears, the jolts of pleasure flitting through his body. That is, until Lucius pulled back slightly to run his tongue over the tip of his cock, eliciting an even higher level of the sinful pleasure, if such a thing were possible. With a jerk and a scream, Draco finally reached his climax, his body going rigid in a sharp arc, releasing into his father's mouth.

Lucius continued to move his tongue, suckling gently as Draco rode through the waves of pleasure, swallowing every last drop of his son's essence, the fluid still sweet with his youth. Only pulling away after Draco had relaxed back to the bed, he slipped up the trembling form to pull his son close, settling down onto the mattress with a sigh.

Draco turned to snuggle up close to his father, still shivering with the after effects of his orgasm, pressing his face close to Lucius' chest. It was nice to finally feel satisfied. Sated, warm... and tired. Sighing in content as Lucius pulled the sheets up, he smiled, closing his eyes.

"I don't know about you Father, but I'm quite looking forward to the rest of the weekend..."

With a chuckle, Lucius nodded, wrapping his arms securely around his son, letting his own eyes close. Just the thought sent a tingle through his tired body.

"As am I, Draco. As am I."