Three Days Hiatus

[ Three Days Hiatus ( synopsis, chapter two. Home sweet home. ) -- After arriving home Draco meets up with his father in his office, not knowing what to expect. ]

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Upon our arrival, Narcissa-my mother, walked towards us with extended arms, particularly heading towards me. \"Oh, my Draco! I haven\'t seen my pumpkin in so long! Come here!\" I just stood where I was, gloating, but she still put her arms around me, kissing me all over my cheeks. Gods. I felt like I was that fat annoying kid right now-I forgot his name, but it didn\'t matter, I didn\'t really want to be thinking of him at the moment. My mother smelled like jasmine and cheap wine. She had her cape on, apparently about to go somewhere.

I glanced towards my father, he, as usual towards me had a look of disapproval. \"He has been letting his grades slip, dear. I have to decide on his punishment.\" Oh, how he said \'dear\' so callously… I remember, vaguely, all the times he would screw girls in different parts of the house when my mother was away. Sometimes infront of me. Or if I came in on him with a girl, he didn\'t care. It made me numb to it-I was used to shit like that. Sad, I know.

The kisses stopped. My mother pulled back, \"I\'m disappointed with you! But I\'m still happy to see you all the same Dracie.\" She tugged at my cheek.. I furrowed my brows… groaning. Then she looked towards my father. \"I\'m going out to a social now with Jaundice and Claudia so I should be out for a while. Take it easy on him Lucius. I\'m sure Dracie can make them up easily!\" And with that, she waved to me, and exited our mansion\'s door into the light. At least she had put in a good word for me. My mom was just a big bimbo when my father married her. Although, several times when he\'d try to divorce her he\'d shown how smart she really was.

The new house elf came, and took my father\'s cape off, putting it on a coat rack. Yuck, I hated those things-so disgustingly ugly and pathetic. They were more a scare or a good laugh, then help. I remembered when I used to play tricks ont lit little sadomasochistic whelp Dobby… before Potter made my father release him as a trick. How tricky Potter was…

\"Now.\" Said Lucius. \"For your punishment. Come with me boy.\" He watched me for a moment or less before turning, and making his way to an area I\'d never much been in the mansion before, it was past the kitchen with all the ridiculous house elves cleaning frantically and making my father\'s next lunch. Exactly where was it? We came up to what looked like my father\'s office… and when he and I entered-the door closed behind me. Great.

Lucius began to remove his belt from his black slacks, gods, I didn\'t think he\'d go to this extreme, it was just one test!

\"Down with your robe, and your pants boy.\"
\".. What!?\"
\"Do it.\"
\"Dad-it was just, one test!\"
He suddenly smacked the shiny, mahogany wood desk with the belt.

And immediately I loosened the clasp at the robes.. and they fell. Heh, I wasn\'t wearing much… it got awful toasty in these robes, especially as it was summer now-I was only wearing a pair of black briefs. If I had known Snape was going to pull this, I would\'ve worn much more… So here I stood, practically naked besides my shoes. Slender and lean… watching my father. Wondering what would be his next move. Oddly, he just seemed to be looking over my body with his piercing eyes, .. and then something wrong happened. His tongue slipped out, and he licked slowly over his own pale lips… trekking towards me.

\"You\'ve taken much of your facial looks from me, however… your frame is almost feminine. I suppose you got that from your mother.\"

Well, okay, I was getting creeped out now-but what could I do? I just stood there… biting my lip. Earlier he had said down with my robe and pants-but since I had just my boxers on, I assumed that was sufficient.

\"But now you need to be taught a lesson,\" he continued, \"bend over that desk.\"

… as long as he didn\'t do that tongue thing again. I didn\'t have much choice either. \"F-hine..\" I stepped out of my robe, and my shoes just because it was annoying to be in them, and then, leaned over the desk… sighing quietly. He was going about this pretty, non violently. While I laid there… I felt the tip of that metal claw he wore on his finger trace down the middle of my back, and I gave a shiver. It was a cool feeling along my warm area.

\"Da-\"
\"Be quiet Draco.\"

As his finger trailed down, I winced suddenly, I felt it pierce the skin, ver ver he still dragged it down my flesh, I felt the sudden wet, burning feeling-and I knew he was making me bleed. With one hand Lucius pressed me firmly up against the desk… I moaned. It surprised me so much that I did so, made be feel dity… But… strangely enough towards the feeling, I wriggled my butt somewhat. It was uncomfortable with my dick being crushed up against the desk with his push. Lucius, the sadist-saw my wriggling, and probably guessed it was \'cause of my dick… he then, using the hand without the claw moved it to my groin area, pressing firmly against there.

As his finger trailed down, I winced suddenly, I felt it pierce the skin, however he still dragged it down my flesh, I felt the sudden wet, burning feeling-and I knew he was making me bleed. With one hand Lucius pressed me firmly up against the desk… I moaned. It surprised me so much that I did so, made be feel dirty… But… strangely enough towards the feeling, I wriggled my butt somewhat. It was uncomfortable with my dick being crushed up against the desk with his push. Lucius, the sadist-saw my wriggling, and probably guessed it was \'cause of my dick… he then, using the hand without the claw moved it to my groin area, pressing firmly against there. I lifte.
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\"Seems that you\'re just like me Draco. Turned on by the sight, or rather, feel of blood. A hemophiliac, if you will.\" He laughed, in one of those evil ways he always loved to, his hand then grabbing my crotch roughly, starting to rub, in a rough; obviously punishing way… which hurt. I knew I was flushed in the face, which was very unusual for me… I turned my head back to glare at him. \"What are you doing!?\" Wasn\'t like my hands were tied back or anything, but when I tried to turn around-he used his cane to nearly stab me in the back at where I was bleeding, pinning me down.

\"Stay right there.\" And after tapping me lightly with the tip of the cane, he sauntered around the cold mahogany desk my bare stomach was pressed against, quietly opening a drawer. I knew I was looking just miserable towards him, but he just looked stoically back. Smiling in a sarcastic way once he removed black, fluffy feathered handled cuffs. God no.

\"These will keep you from doing anything stupid.\" Walking around the desk he set the cane on the table, (which I\'m surprised even stayed there) and grabbed my wrists, pulling them behind my back like some American muggle cops would (he was so strong…), settled the cuffs on them and made the distance chain unbearably tight. Maybe it wouldn\'t leave marks on my wrists but my arms would be terribly sore. I winced while this all went on, what else could I do? He was my father… the person I really only feared.

\"Daddy…\" I closed my eyes, though I realized my dick only continued stiffening. The hand with the claw stabbed into me, when my father grabbed me by the arm and turned me roughly to him, so all I could see was him. I don\'t know what my expression was… but I knew my lips were simply quivering. And suddenly… to my eye\'s view, the belt.

\"This will teach you never to let your grades slip again.\" Lucius said. My face scrunched up, I knew whe wae was going to do. Frowning my face up I shut my eyes tight, \"God, daddy please don\'t! Please!\" His arm raised-\"No!!\" I kicked up a leg at him, however, the hand with the claw dug into my thigh and force-guided both of my legs around his hips tight. Then he proceeded to pop my face, cracking the belt like it was some makeshift whip-obviously, it was. And it hurt more.

It was steel tipped.

The pain. It stung my cheeks worse then any shock of a battery, burned more then any burn from accidentally touching a hot pan. I knew I was crying. There was nothing else to do. Shortly after such he tugged my shorts down, more like ripped-he scratched at my navel with the claw and exposed how literally painful aroused I was. He showed me how a monster I really was- a sadist, just like him. I couldn\'t help that I was getting so turned on by this hurt and pain because I was just like him, a sadist. In this case masochistic too. Or were those the same things? See how I ramble in my mind even at times like these! Even now I remember…

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Draco’s mother wasn’t here, she was on an errand—she’d been gone for a month though. What a long errand. He was a five year old, sitting alone in his room with nothing to play with. House elfs and their musinouldouldn’t appease him. But his daddy had been drinking tons of the bad brown bottles, and he was awfully mean to him. Sometimes he slapped Draco when all Draco wanted was something to eat.
So, Draco, wandered out of his room to the demise of the house elves, into the room where he’d saw all the bottles at. Taking one by one out of Lucius’s private bar and throwing them to the grohimshimself.
Of course, eventually, Lucius jumped at the sound of the bottles and when he saw what that boy standing amidst the broken glass, he gave him the beating of his life that he began to bleed.
Draco cried and cried, and eventually feeling guilty, (the alcohol) Lucius scooped up the only thing he’d ever loved into his arms, hugged, kissed him all over the face because he meant so much to him. That’s probably one of the reasons why he beat him, even.

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\"Please…\" I whined, watching as he stared at my arousal, which nearly; was sticking right up. He\'d stopped the whipping once he eyed my dick… and seemed pleased in its size. I didn\'t know how big it was exactly… but it was more then average. Finally, his pale eyes looked up to me… he was grinning. And right then-let his hand, the one without the claw-curl around my shaft, taking it tight into his soft, silky hands… and began to pump it. Hard, strong. I swear… the tip of my head started to turn the slightest bit purple. I was throbbing within his hand, and now my legs slowly began to curl around my father\'s form more willfully… however when they almost completely encircled him he spanked them quickly with the stinging belt. I moaned (probably like some girl slut) right at the slap, but drew my legs back quickly all the same.

\"Please stop…\" Wasn\'t I such a hypocrite? Couldn\'t help it… as much as I wanted this I didn\'t.

\"Why should I? You don\'t listen to me so why should I listen to you?\" He grinned, the sadist, his hand slipping ad thd the head then, his long fingernailed thumb massaging the head. It was like his own natural claw. I prayed-too late. He pushed his nail down hard into the slit… and I jumped up-so fast he couldn\'t reprimand me, I only got so far as to stand in front of him, standing up close against his nice, cologne-y form.. nuzzling with my burning cheeks against his white button up shirt, honestly crying. And the only person I\'ve ever cried in front of was him. He was stiff against me, though. Cold. Rigid. But he stopped his actions… I knew my father had a heart underneath all those layers of cold numb flesh. I wander if he remembered the time I hugged him like this before, when I was five. Of course he did. He sighed softly, setting his head a top mine.

\"I\'m sorry, daddy…\" I murmured into his chest, nuzzling with my nose. I was aware I was still naked, still horny, but I wasn\'t ashamed of being naked in front of my father. As much as I was scared of him I did love him, I knew I did. \"I won\'t ever do it again, I love you…\" Now I nuzzled up into his throat. I knew he liked the affection, as numb as he was to it.

\"You have no idea what you\'re talking about Draco.\" He only said… sternly, however, kissed my forehead once, the index finger with the claw tracing gently up and down my arm… and then it happened. He tilted my head up, exposing my throat; and then kissed along it… as if he was a vampire, as if he would pierce there any moment. I remember when I was a kid I used to think my father was a vampire-with his fascination with blood and all, and how pale he was. And handsome. He was so handsome then .. not that he isn\'t now, just when I was young he was a boy. Twenty-three when I was five years old-you do the math. The years looked good on him. I was fifteen, and now he was thirty-three. Still quite young.

Now he continued kissing around there (at my neck), even licking his way up to my ear. I shivered. Sucking on my lobe with his lovely… full pale lips, he would occasionally whisper. \"Now I hope,\" kiss, \"…we never have to go through anything this painful again in order for you to apply yourself and attain good, no; excellent grades.\"

I nodded simply, but then added to not be rude-\"Yes, father.\" Aching still down under… I pushed my groin faintly up now against his own bulge. My teeth taking a hold of one of his buttons, and daringly; undoing them. I did two-and then, as if he just noticed-that\'s when he slapped my buttocks, hard. There was a nice slap sound, heh, I was particularly lean and tight down there.

\"The punishment\'s over.\" And he backed up from me, chuckling.

\"What…?\" I practically pouted… closening up; however, he snatched his cane up and pressed it against the area an inch below my belly button.

\"You heard me Draco.\" When I backed up he lowered his cane… I took a seat upon his desk, obliging myself.

\"Why won\'t you at least fuck me? Please… \" I knew I was frowning… god damn. I wouldn\'t cry, I was just… so god damn horny, and my father, was just so god damn sexy and manly… I wanted to feel him thrusting up into me. And his hand at my penis again…

He grinned. And approached me, I smiled almost-a hand of his traveled down my back to my ass, rubbing and gripping there. My lips went back to his button-however, before I knew it my arms were released, (which actually hurt… I was getting used to it by now) and he removed the cuffs, replacing them back into the desk\'s drawer. He licked the dry blood off of the claw, \"I trust you will be alright without having lunch or dinner for today.\" He grinned, \"You will be confined to your room.\"

\"What!?\" I was skinny enough as it was, god damn… he could be so evil to me sometimes. I knew my arousal was cooling itself down-especially now.

\"I shall not repeat myself.\" Lucius took his cane, and then… out of the room it was. I had no choice but to slip onboxeboxers with aching arms, redress, and walk back to my bedroom… I would be missing the game, and he couldn\'t even fuck me for it. I guess it really was a punishment. Especially for wanting my own father so bad… but it wasn\'t like it was my own fault… considering the things he\'d done to me.
I doI don\'t know why I tortured that boy like that. Maybe it was the feeling of power, the leverage I had over him… my own sadistic nature that was so enigmatic even to myself. I didn\'t know, but all I knew was I enjoyed it. But oh yes. I\'d fuck him. Please. My cock stirs at the thought of it. But I would only do it when he least expected it. The boy should know I\'d end up doing so during his hiatus here.

I was sitting at the table right now-in the dining room, at the head of it of course… cutting my meat with the fork and knife, pleasant things like this I enjoyed over magic. I was nothing like the muggle lover Weasley of course. Now, I sat here, thinking of Draco. My beautiful son. I knew he was scared of me, but I also knew how painfully he was attached to me. I wanted him this way, he was mine; after all. And now, as I think…

Three years ago. [From Lucius\'s point of view. ]

The child was sick. During the twelth year of his life it wasn\'t uncommon for him to be in the bed, thanks to this small muggle disease that even ran rampant somehow against wizard children. Damn mudbloods. During this time, even I, thought he would be buried out in the family graveyard by the end of the month. The room smelled of death. While he was sick I\'d never visited him until this day-honestly, I was looking for some potto cto cure him and Severus concocted something up exclusively for Draco. Here I was, in the sick room now… dressed in my cape, with the glass cane… claw on my finger, also; a vial clutched in my hand. The sick room was just this room of white, with white sheets and bedspreads… a real charm for getting better in the wizard world. But the walls were black, to absorb the negativity. The bed was extremely comfortable, a 200 thread count bedspread with multiple sheets. He had to be kept warm. A fire was blazing in the fire place to the far right of him.

The poor child. He was pale as a ghost, red rings around his eyes and that fluffy blonde hair a mess. Assorted stuffed animals were around him, but this particular giraffe one he had he hugged him to himself. Good god. Approaching the sick child I ripped the stuffed animal away from him, filthy muggle toys. I would have to brand Narcissa when she woke up in the morning.

At first Draco sat up, crying, I ripped the animal in half with the claw.

\"No muggle toys for you.\"

And he cried more. Oh well. I gave a slap across his cheek to show him right, and chuckled dismally; unscrewing the vial… I pressed the top of it to the boy\'s lips, forcing him to drink nearly… and drink he did. Choking, almost threatening to regurgitate, I yelled about what I\'d do to all his other toys and he kept it in. After that he simply curled up against me. His young form. I hadn\'t cut his hair yet, but I certainly would soon-it was getting much too feminine for him and I didn\'t want him to attract any attention. The silky platinum locks fell past his shoulders inches, Narcissa personally liked it. I wasn\'t here enough with \'business trips\' so while I was away I let her do what she wanted. As long as she didn\'t spend up all the money. The kid slowly slipped his arms around one of mine, holding it tight. \"I missed you daddy.\"

\"Daddy missed you too.\" I took his chin gently into my hand, raising it up so I could look at his face. The rings were disappearing from around his eyes. He blinked those pale grey eyes at me, smiling slowly. Damn you for being such an angel Draco.

And then, I had to have you Draco. You were just too beautiful…the night was too young, and so were you. No one would bother us. I removed the cape, undoing its clasps. It fell down from my shoulders like a river of black velvet down to the floor. Draco seemed to take the hint, andotedoted back some as I kicked off my shoes, I honestly believed though that all he thought was, that I was going to lay in the bed with him like I did sometimes every now and then. But no, not tonight. Years of that had made me hungry for a night like this. I unbuttoned my black shirt, letting it fall to the floor, while I slipped into the bed with the young child.

\"Daddy are you hot?\" He asked me so sickeningly sweetly, and I nodded.

\"..yes, daddy is hot.\" I answered simply, and then nestled my way underneath all the sheets, and spread the young boy\'s thin, sickly skinny thighs. Gods. He was wearing just a nightgown that didn\'t even reach past his groin all the way. But today I would privately congratulate Narcissa for this. I pushed my pelvis between his legs, and he, you—so diligently… wrapped your legs around me. How cute. I hated you for being so cute to me Draco. I slipped my arms around you—kissing your pale young, sickly cheeks—your lips that were the slightest bit acrid; and you know what Draco? You were the only one I’d really loved. Really enjoyed kissing, more then just lust. You were part of me… mine, and that’s what turned me on even more.
I chose to enter the boy early, before I got any harder—I didn’t want to hurt, nor leave suspicious marks at his rear. I went so slow about it. That was back when I had such patience. Unbuttoning my pants, (I didn’t much wear underwear back then) . . . I let the head of my penis touch up against his tight little entrance, and gods. Before I could my conscience struck me and I immediately placed my arousal back in my pants. We didn’t have sex, but I did kiss his little face and body all night.

So soft and lovely. The way your silky arms engaged around my neck, and your thin thighs at my hips… My how you’ve grown into such a young man, when you used to be such a girl back then. I couldn’t restrain myself from at least letting my tongue slip past your full little lips, and end up brushing against against your own tongue… two of a kind we were. I kissed down your soft stomach to the belly button. How cute it was when you sucked your stomach in, when my tongue licked playfully around your belly button. You gave off your sweetest moans when I took your nipple into my mouth, sucking skillfully. Oh the sucking. I did everywhere on your upper half except your arms and neck.
It was something I’d rarely experienced before, just kissing, and no fucking. I had to stop when his primal thrusts against my own groin was too much to bare. And you know what. At the morning, he forgot everything, but felt completely better. I had planned it all. There wasn’t just medicine in that potion.
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Lucius looked down at his plate, and realized his food was cold. He had been daydreaming, a senile smirk on his face.