Malfoy Dreams

Author’s Notes: Finally, the next, and likely last, chapter! I know it took a while, but I’m fairly happy with the way I turned out. I had very specific ideas about how the ‘first time’ was to be played out. I hope you all like it! As always, cookies, cake and this time ickle Draco plushies for reviews!

Disclaimer: If they were mine, they’d already have slept together. Not to mention I’d have molested them both…

Rating: NC-17 (Duh)

Warnings: Underage consensual sex, language, pure smut



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Finally. The winter holiday had arrived. The months leading up to it had seemed to drag on, simply heightening his desire for classes to end. He hadn’t shown it of course. A proper Malfoy showed no emotions in public. And while the Potter brat sometimes got the better of him… something he’d never actually admit to, his private desires and thoughts stayed just that. Private.

Not even Crabe and Goyle knew. As if he’d tell them anyway. They were to dim to keep their mouths shut.

Draco snorted softly to himself as he packed his bags. He didn’t need anyone else to know. He knew. That was enough. And others wouldn’t understand anyway, what he shared with his Father. At the least, they’d be seen as unnatural, freaks of some sort. At the worst, his Father would be blamed. Corrupting and molesting an innocent child and all that, and then they’d be separated. And that was something Draco would not tolerate.

He allowed himself a smirk. He had plans for his Father when he arrived home. It had been four years since the first night his Father had touched him and introduced him to a world of pleasure he’d never even imagined until then. For nearly two years after that, he’d been busy with school and his Father with Ministry work. Somehow, he’d never found time to bring that night up again.

Until he’d made it a point to get through to his Father. That had had a rocky start, but finally, he’d gotten his way. As always. And now, after another two years, which had been much more enjoyable than the first two, he was going to get his way again.

Touching was all well and good, and he’d never turn down affection from his Father, but he was quite ready to take things a bit farther. He knew what two men could do with each other. Magic wasn’t the only thing one could learn at Hogwarts. And gay relationships weren’t as taboo in the Wizarding world as they were to Muggles.

And a little experimentation never hurt… Not with others of course. The only other to touch him would be his Father. But his own fingers had explored, and he’d discovered that he rather liked the feeling of something being inside of him, settled in such an intimate place, the sensation of fullness. Though his fingers never seemed to be quite enough.

Shrinking his bags into a more manageable size and tucking them into his robes, Draco made his way to the school’s main lobby, pulling out the portkey he’d been sent. It was a much easier way to travel. Quicker, and he didn’t have to deal with all the mudbloods that swarmed the train. He allowed himself a smile as he felt the portkey activate and the tug behind his navel. As soon as he reached home, he’d put his things away and go to his Father. The smile shifted into a smirk as he disappeared from the hall.


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Draco flopped dejectedly back onto his bed. A week. It had been a week since he’d arrived home. A week of dropping hints and making unspoken offers. His efforts had gotten him off, several times to be completely honest, but he hadn’t quite gotten what he wanted. His Father hadn’t taken him.

Sighing, he stretched before settling into to soft folds, pondering quietly. Things never seemed easy, when his Father was involved. He practically had to throw himself at the man before he’d consider touching him. It had gotten better recently. It seemed that Lucius was getting used to the comfort and pleasure Draco both sought and offered. But it had taken four years to get to that point. He was not waiting another four before his Father decided to relieve him of his pesky virginity.

Apparently, he was going to have to be more persistent, less subtle. If his Father needed things spelled out, then he’d have to tell him exactly what he wanted. He grinned, picturing his Father’s face. This was going to be good.

Now, with a plan, he simply needed to figure out how to put it into action. That might be the more difficult part. He’d need a way to ‘corner’ his Father. The last thing he wanted was to leave his Father with some excuse to get away. In his private rooms then... Perhaps after he went in to sleep for the night.

A devious smirk spread across his face. Oh, this was indeed going to be good. And quite possibly fun. Hopping up, he moved around, getting ready. All he need do now was wait.


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Slipping silently from his room, Draco made his way down the long corridors, moving like a specter towards his Father’s room, a wraith drifting through the darkness. He knew this path by heart. No one disturbed him. Even the portraits were asleep and none stirred as he passed in a swirl of flowing material. Reaching his Father’s door, he pushed it open, slipping in before latching it behind him, just as he had four years ago.

Moving towards the bed, wrapped only in a loose robe, the material shifting around him, he slowly pulled back the sheets on the large bed, uncovering his Father’s sleeping form. He took a moment to admire the older man, smiling softly, then muttered a soft spell to remove his Father’s nightclothes, which consisted of nothing more than silky sleeping pants. He couldn’t take the chance of waking his Father by removing the pants by hand.

Grinning, Draco climbed up onto the bed, moving slowly, careful to shift the bed as little as possible. Settling between his Father’s legs, he leaned in, giving his thigh a little nibble while looking up at him. To put his plan into action, his Father needed to be awake. And, obviously, aroused. So, he’d just have to wake him.

With a smirk and an almost inaudible snicker, he leaned in, giving the older Malfoy’s sleeping length a soft lick before wrapping his lips around to tip.


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Lucius was dreaming. And for once, it was a pleasant dream. Draco had come home for the holidays and he was always more relaxed with his son at home. For… several reasons. In his dream, he was walking with his son, discussing trivial things, wandering through the gardens that they both enjoyed so much.

Just the presence of his son was a comfort, the one person he truly treasured in the world. Feeling fingers threading through his, his dream self looked down and smiled, looking at their intertwined fingers before glancing back up at his son who was opening his mouth to speak. Before a word could be spoken however, the dreamscape shifted, both his son and the garden fading.

It was suddenly very dark, though somehow still comforting. Not the terrifying darkness that usually came with nightmares. Actually, it was quite nice. All warm and… Oh yes, that was nice. He couldn’t quite place the feeling, shrouded in his dream world as he was, and his body was fighting to stay asleep. He tried to move towards the sensation, floating in the dream-darkness, not knowing that his body in the waking world arched in response.

It was getting stronger, harder for his body to fight, and it desperately wanted to stay asleep, but that feeling... Just a little more… a little closer… He woke with a groan as the sensation stopped completely, eyes blinking open in confusion and a bit of frustration, slowly focusing on the smirking face of his son, settled between his legs, licking his lips and hovering over him like some sort of predator.


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Draco grinned up at his Father, his eyes well adjusted to the dim light. He could see surprise and need mingling with the sleep on Lucius’ face. With throaty purr, Draco leaned in to swirl his tongue around the very tip of his Father’s cock, lingering only for a moment then crawling up the older man’s form, straddling his hips and looking down, still cloaked in his robe.

“I’m sorry Father. Did I wake you?” His tone was clearly anything but apologetic.

“Draco? What are you doing?” Lucius’ voice was roughened both by lust and the lingering effects of sleep.

Adopting an innocent expression that completely clashed with his actions and his robe, which just happened to be slipping from his shoulders to reveal creamy, bare skin, Draco leaned in a bit closer, licking his lips before speaking. “Well you see Father, we have a bit of a problem, you and I.”

“Problem?” Lucius blinked once, trying to wake up fully and take his mind off of his throbbing cock long enough to process Draco words. He muttered to himself as Draco ‘settled’ down against him, ‘accidentally’ rubbing his own barely covered hips against the elder’s. “The only problem here is that I’m going to explode…”

Draco giggled softly, shifting again in his ‘settling’ this time sliding against his Father in a drawn out movement, shivering appreciatively. “Mm. No, there is a problem. You haven’t taken me yet.”

Lucius stifled a groan, moving finally, slipping his hands to Draco’s hips. The boy obviously wasn’t going to let him go back to sleep. As if he could sleep in his present state anyway. Sighing, he arched his hips up a bit, seeking more friction or, at the very least, more contact. “And where exactly am I to take you, Draco?”

It was Draco’s turn to sigh. Either his Father was as thick as he’d feared, he was intentionally avoiding the issue… or his mind was busy with other things at the moment. Either way, he’d have to make himself perfectly clear. Leaning in farther, nuzzling his Father’s cheek on the way down, he spoke against his ear, stressing each word clearly. “I. Want. You. To. Fuck me.” He smirked slightly at the shudder and gasp that drew from the older Malfoy. He’d well learned the effect certain words could have on his Father. “Press me to the bed. Hold me down. I don’t care how you do it Father. Hard, gentle… Claim me.”

The heat that had been pooling in Lucius’ belly spiraled outwards, causing a shudder to wrack his form, sorely testing his control. He wasn’t going to let simple words get him off. But what words… Of all the things he could have imagined hearing from his son, they weren’t on the list. Swallowing quickly and taking several deep breaths in an attempt to calm down a bit, he ran his hands up from Draco’s hips, letting them glide over his sides. “Gods Draco, the things you do to me…”

Draco arched fluidly towards the hands, his robe slipping farther, sliding from his arms to pool around his hips. Shifting to nip at his Father’s shoulder, he purred deeply, rocking ever so slightly. “Do it then, Father… I want you.”

Shifting, Lucius moved quickly, rolling and reversing their positions, finding himself settled between Draco’s legs, looking down at his son. “You have no idea how you tempt me. But I’d hurt you Draco. You’re too young.”

Draco huffed lightly, wrapping his legs around his Father’s waist, hooking his ankles to stay firmly in place. He gave his hips a little arch, rubbing up against his Father, no material between them this time. “I am not too young. I know what I want. And I want you in me.” The last was almost a whine, followed by another roll of his hips, rubbing his cock up against the elder Malfoy’s.

Lucius grit his teeth, somehow reining in the urge to either thrust carelessly against Draco to relieve the pressure threatening to drive him mad, or give in to his son’s request. Demand actually. Draco wasn’t exactly asking. And it wasn’t as if he’d never thought about actually taking his son… he’d just planned on waiting another couple of years.

Seeing his Father’s resolve wavering, Draco smirked. Finally, he was going to get what he really wanted. Lifting a hand from where it lay on the bed, he offered a small glass bottle that he’d been holding on to, delighting in the look he got from his Father.

This boy was going to be the death of him. With a sigh Lucius resigned himself to his fate, accepting the bottle and opening it, dipping a finger in. If he was going to give in, he was going to see to it that he caused his son as little pain as possible. Though they were going to have a talk later. When he could think clearly. Draco was very well prepared… Apparently magic wasn’t the only thing he was learning in school. And he’d better not be learning by example. Only he touched Draco.

Said boy was watching Lucius, rather amused at the emotions crossing his face. “Is something the matter Father? You seem to be thinking too much again.” He gave a little pout, arching his hips up.

Lucius shook his head slightly, allowing a small smile. “Impatient as always, Draco.” He rolled his eyes at the cheeky grin he got from his son, slipping his hand down, between Draco’s cheeks, his slick finger easily sliding into the smaller form, then stilling, Lucius’ eyes widening slightly. Rather than the usual resistance one would expect, he encountered only slick warmth welcoming his finger. “You- Draco…”

Draco smirked, arching again, towards the finger, licking his lips. “I made sure to come prepared. I know what needs to be done. I thought I might speed things up a bit.”

The thought of Draco preparing himself in such a way… spread out on his bed… fingers moving… Lucius had to shaking his head, blinking several times to try and clear the image. Narcissa… Dumbledore… Voldemort… Voldemort naked… Alright, that did it.

With a bit of his control regained, he added a second finger, scissoring them. Draco may have started, but he still needed more preparation. “You’re determined to drive me insane, aren’t you?”

Draco smiled, letting his legs fall open wantonly, offering his Father all the room he needed. It felt much better, having someone else’s fingers inside of him. His own were nice, but his Father’s were a world apart. However, the stretching was quickly moving past what he’d been able to achieve himself. He tried to hide his wince, but let out a little hiss.

Lucius’ eyes snapped up at the sound, his fingers stilling, to Draco’s immediate distress and protest. With a sigh, he continued, watching his son. “Draco… I don’t want to hurt you. You’re not ready for this.”

“I’m plenty ready, Father. I told you, I know what I want. It might be uncomfortable, but I’ll get used to it.” Draco all but pleaded with his Father, shifting to wrap his arms around Lucius’ neck, tangling one hand in his long hair.

Still reluctant, Lucius nevertheless began moving his fingers once again, stretching, sliding deeper into the warmth of his son. His fingers moved easily, helped by the oil Draco had used before coming to him, and it didn’t take long for his fingers to find that little gland that would have Draco seeing stars.

As his Father’s fingers moved, they passed over something within him, something that had him throwing his head back while clinging to his Father, crying out in surprised pleasure. He’d only found that particular spot a few times, simply brief, accidental passes. Not the direct and insistent pressure the fingers inside of him were offering. He pressed back against the fingers, trying to get them to slide deeper, shuddering. “Nnn... Father…”

It was Lucius’ turn to smirk, beginning to move his fingers in and out, making sure to brush over Draco’s prostate every few passes, watching him squirm. Adding another finger, he continued to prepare his son, offsetting the discomfort of the stretching with strokes to the sweet spot he’d been tormenting Draco with.

Draco arched, panting, trying to keep from breaking down and simply writhing under his Father, without much success. He gripped Lucius’ shoulder tightly, his other hand still buried within the long strands of his hair. He groaned as the fingers scraped over his prostate once more, only to whine moments later when the fingers were removed, leaving him with an irritating sense of emptiness. Cracking his eyes open, he looked up at his Father, about to speak, more than ready to voice his displeasure.

Lucius was quicker, wrapping a hand around Draco’s straining length, giving a squeeze, chuckling softly as Draco choked on his words, letting out a mangled moan. “Patience, Draco. I can’t very well fuck you if my fingers are still inside of you.”

Relenting, Draco settled back onto the bed, letting his arms fall as well to rest over his head, watching his Father through half closed eyes, the very picture of debauchery. As much as he hated not getting what he wanted exactly when he wanted it… Maybe there was something to the saying ‘good things come to those who wait’. Maybe.

Shaking his head slightly, Lucius shifted, pressing closer, slipping his hand from Draco to help guide himself. He hesitated, again, looking down at Draco, who’s eyes narrowed, promising quick and vocal protest if he didn’t start moving. With a wry smile, he finally gave in fully to his son, sliding his hips forward to slowly push into the younger Malfoy, doing his best to be as gentle as possible. He paused immediately after the head of his cock popped through the tight ring of muscle, though it was as much to keep a hold of his control than to give Draco a chance to adjust.

Draco relaxed once he was sure his Father wasn’t going to change his mind, though he kept his legs wrapped around Lucius’ hips, where they had remained, keeping him attached to the older man. The initial intrusion was more uncomfortable than he’d expected and though he tried to stay quiet, a little whimper slipped free. Biting his lower lip, he closed his eyes, focusing on breathing, taking deep breaths, willing his body to relax, to allow his Father farther entrance; willing the pain to fade.

Normally, Lucius prided himself on his control. Even where Draco was involved, he usually was able to keep some sense of himself. Which was especially useful when teasing his son, driving him to the brink of sanity. But this time, barely inside of the boy as he was, he was sorely tested, wanting nothing more than to screw Draco raw. With a supreme effort, and several deep breaths, he kept himself still, watching Draco’s face.

It took a few moments, but the pain did begin to fade. His Father had prepared him well. Peering up at Lucius, Draco offered a small smile, shifting his hips a bit, encouraged to find that the discomfort was indeed dissipating. Now if he could just get his Father to find that spot again…

Lucius let out a strangled noise, sounding something like a whimper crossed with a groan. He pressed forward, one long rolling movement, finally burying himself within his son. He allowed himself a low moan, shivering. “Gods Draco… You’re so tight… Perfect.”

Draco groaned, whimpering softly, though the sound conveyed more pleasure than pain now. He was finally getting what he wanted, his Father deep within him, filling him. He shifted, quickly growing impatient, wanting his Father to move, to claim him properly, to let him experience the pleasure he knew was waiting. With a little growl, he reached up, or made the move to do so, blinking, his eyes widening, finding his hands pinned to the bed before he could reach Lucius, one of his Father’s hands holding his wrists. “Father…”

With a grin, Lucius looked down at Draco, keeping his grip firm, rocking his hips ever so slightly, drawing a whine from his son. “You wanted to be taken, Draco? To be claimed? Fucked into the bed?” His grin widened as he pulled back slowly, thrusting forward quickly, fighting himself to remain gentle.

Draco cried out, fighting against the hand holding him, instinctively arching back towards the thrust. He squirmed, as well as he could anyway, held down as he was, moaning as the thrusts continued. He rocked back against his Father, using the grip he had with his legs for leverage, shuddering and letting out a keen as Lucius found his prostate again.

Lucius allowed himself a smirk, though it faded quickly, his own pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. Draco was sex incarnate; writhing, arching, panting and begging… The sight of his son held down under him was bad enough, but adding the feel and sound of him was quickly wearing him down. With a growl, he pulled back, thrusting in hard. Draco was going to be sore in the morning, but he was past the point of being in any state to care.

Draco shuddered, letting out a sharp keen at the harder thrust, hips snapping back to meet it. He nearly sobbed in pleasure, twisting under his Father, against the hand holding him. Lucius’ angle continued to strike that sensitive spot within him, turning his world white. Somehow, being held down only added to the ecstasy. He was truly being taken; claimed. “F-Father… Oh Gods, Daddy…”

His thrusts were becoming erratic, his breathing quick and harsh. Lucius knew he couldn’t last long, and he was at his limit. But he was taking Draco with him. Thrusting in as deep as he could, he moved the hand not holding Draco’s wrists, curling it about his son’s cock, giving several firm, quick strokes as he came, crying out.

Just feeling his Father’s hot seed spilling deep inside of him would have been enough to push him over the edge. The hand on his cock threw him over, wrenching a scream from him, his muscles clamping down harshly on his Father, come spilling over his hand. He arched off the bed, spine bent at a nearly impossible angle, head thrown back as waves of his climax wracked his body again and again. “Ohgodsohgodsohgodsohgods.. Fuck! Daddy… Yes!”

Lucius rocked gently as he came down from the high, shivering, panting, watching his son. Never in his life had he seen anything so beautiful. And Draco was all his. His fingers continued rubbing gently over Draco’s cock until he fell back to the bed, panting but relaxing slowly.

Draco whimpered softly as he settled back down, chest heaving, fingers twitching where they were still pinned to the bed, his eyes closed. A moment later, he found his hands free, though he didn’t move, too busy trying to catch his breath. He whined as his Father slid free, leaving him feeling cold and empty, though a moment later he was gathered into his Father’s arms and he snuggled close, wincing faintly.

With a smile, Lucius pulled up the sheets, covering the two of them, his son cradled close. Sleep was closing in and he was more than happy to let it claim him. But first… Sliding a hand through Draco’s hair, he leaned in, pressing his lips to his son’s.

Draco’s eyes snapped wide before fluttering closed, pressing back softly, a single tear escaping and slipping down his cheek. His Father had never kissed him before. Not even on the cheek when he was a young child. It lasted for a few moments, slow and soft and loving. Blinking his eyes open, he looked at his Father, smiling wearily.

A thumb brushed the tear away, caressing Draco’s cheek lightly. Returning the smile, Lucius tucked his head down, resting his chin on the top of Draco’s head. “I love you, Draco.”

Nuzzling against his Father’s chest, Draco closed his eyes once again, surrendering to sleep, finally feeling whole and safe and loved. With a little purr, he yawned cutely, slipping into darkness. “I love you too… Daddy…”