Sugar Daddy

Title: Sugar Daddy part 4
Pairings: James/Harry, Lucius/Draco, Draco/Harry, Arthur/Ron, past James/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and contents: Slash, incest, rimming, AU/AR (VERY!), D/s, master/slave thingy; slight spoilers for Deathly Hallows!

Notes: I don’t normally write slave/master things; so I wanted to give it go. If I mess up at all with how it’s supposed to be, please just think of it as a wizard’s way or artistic license or something.

I actually figured out a background to the whole master/slave thingy. I hope it’s OK. This is completely AU, remember. My imagination suddenly ran wild.

I have aged up a certain character in here! So don’t have a cow about canon timelines; this is AU!

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, JKR does. And if she happens to read this, I beg for her forgiveness. We all have weird kinks that we must get out of our system once in a while, right?

.-.

~Equals~

“Care to explain yourselves?” Lucius asked.

Harry couldn’t do anything more than pant and feel embarrassed. After all, it wasn’t his idea to fuck. They should have known better, though, because it wouldn’t have taken their masters that long to greet Arthur Weasley and his son. They were caught out, and Harry had no excuse to give.

Draco kept poise as best he could as he slipped his spent cock out of Harry’s arse. Harry kept his face buried in his arms, the feel of Draco’s come oozing out of his hole made him feel even more dirty.

“I had to teach Harry a lesson,” said Draco calmly. He stood to face his father, but when he father glared in a knowing way, Draco obediently went down on his knees. “He was not acting as a submissive should.”

“Is that what you were doing?” said Lucius. “Or were you simply taking advantage of young Mr. Potter.”

“Not really, father… I mean, he was literally gagging for it…”

“Liar!” Harry shouted, getting to his feet. His brash boldness finally bubbled to the surface. “I wasn’t gagging for it! You… you tricked me! You came onto me, and then you seduced me and before I knew it you were blackmailing me and making me bend over for you!”

Lucius eyed his son sternly. “Is this true, Draco?”

Draco couldn’t lie to his father. He bowed his head in defeat, and said, “Well, most of it is true, father. However, even though I initiated things, Potter kept begging me to…”

“Liar!!” Harry screamed again.

“Harry, shush,” said James, finally coming over to stand next to his son. “Personally, I don’t care who started it. You should have known better than to do anything with young Malfoy without my permission.”

“But father!” Harry exclaimed. “It wasn’t my fault!”

“You both should have known better,” said Lucius, pointing a finger at Draco. “You especially, Draco. I don’t want to have to punish you, because I haven’t had to for nearly two years, but this sort of behavior warrants it.”

Draco bowed his head again. “I’m really sorry, father. I—I couldn’t help myself. Potter was just begging for a good kiss…”

“Shut up!” shouted Harry, but Draco continued as if he hadn’t said anything.

“…And before I knew it, I was hard and I really wanted him. Then he wasn’t acting at all like a slave should, so I figured that I should teach him a lesson.”

Harry saw red. He ran toward Draco all on intent to harm him, but James grabbed the leash and pulled him back. Harry nearly fell over, but his father caught him in his strong arms and held him close. That closeness suddenly dispelled the fight out of him, and he leaned into his father’s embrace.

“If you ask me, they both did wrong,” said Arthur. “Like you said, Lucius, they both should have known better.”

“Yes,” said Lucius. Draco tried to give his father a pleading look, but it wasn’t working. “It seems to me that the young Potter is more of a bad influence than I thought. I should have never left you alone with him.”

“I’m sorry, father,” Draco tried again. “I honestly thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was doing Mr. Potter a favor by giving Harry more discipline.”

Harry growled, wanting to leap on Draco and beat him, but James held fast.

“You need to leave that to the masters, Draco,” said Lucius. He forced Draco to his feet. “I believe it still calls for punishment.”

Understanding that no matter what he said he couldn’t get away with it, Draco hung his head and did as any slave would normally do in the circumstance: submit.

As Lucius pulled Draco gently out of the room by his leash, Draco looked back at Harry. Their eyes met, and Harry felt a sting of sympathy for Draco. He had a feeling Lucius won’t be so lenient with him as his own father usually was.

“Um, hi, Harry,” said Ron shyly. He was red as a beet, and probably had been ever since he walked in on him and Draco. “Er, how are you?”

Harry sighed. “Could be better,” he said weakly, and then looked up at his father. He thought he was going to see anger there, but instead James’s eyes were more concern and full of wonder.

“At least you don’t have Lucius as a master,” Ron remarked, trying to lighten the mood. “I hear he isn’t very tolerant.”

“Yeah, I heard that too,” said Harry.

James and Arthur walked over to a corner to give Harry and Ron some private time to talk. Their sons had been best friends since the first day they met, so they knew they could trust them not to do anything they shouldn’t. Although, James didn’t think Harry would do anything with the young Malfoy either, but he was obviously wrong. Something in Draco must have drawn his son to him. Was it lust or curiosity?

“Will you be punishing Harry?” Arthur asked.

James shrugged. “I dunno. Normally, Harry’s very shy when it comes to sex, especially with someone else. I think Draco did take initiative and it made Harry feel as if he needed to return his affections. Besides, I think Draco’s right; I think Harry needed a bit more discipline.”

“If you’re not careful, you may lose him,” warned Arthur. “Boys their age tend to fall in love a bit easily.”

“Oh, don’t I know it,” sighed James. He’d felt similar toward Sirius when they were boys, but when he was betrothed to Lily and then had a son of his own, he had to learn to ignore his feelings for the young Black. He hadn’t seen Sirius since his wedding, though. He thought maybe Sirius had run off, or found himself his own wife to take his name. However, he hadn’t been invited to any wedding, so he didn’t know for sure.

Arthur smiled warmly at him, recognizing the sign of longing. He remembered James’s relationship with the young Black, and he remembered how heartbroken he was when he learned that he couldn’t stay with him. Arthur placed a gentle hand onto James’s shoulder.

“It’ll be all right. Have you talked with Remus lately?”

“Not for a few months,” James admitted. “I thought for sure we’d be seeing him here soon. He needs to keep protocol too.”

“Yes… I haven’t even met his son yet. I don’t think he’s old enough to do protocol yet, is he?”

“I guess not,” said James. He’d forgotten that the slaves had to be a certain age to start the usual protocol of slave life. That was why it was the first time he seen Arthur with Ron.

“How old is Teddy again?”

“Fourteen, I think. Or is he still thirteen?”

“I’ll have to owl him and ask.”

James nodded and glanced over where Harry and Ron were. They seemed to be having a good time, laughing and smiling. Harry seemed to have forgotten all about being caught with Draco Malfoy’s dick inside him. James wondered if maybe he still should punish Harry… but not in the way he was sure Lucius was punishing Draco.

“I see nothing wrong with caring for your own son,” said Arthur when he noticed where James was looking. “If you don’t want to punish him, that’s your decision. Frankly, I think you handled things quite well. I would have gone ballistic if I had caught my son in the same position. I probably would have hexed Draco to pieces.”

James snorted and gave Arthur a crooked smile. “Yeah, I did feel that way, but somehow I kept my temper in check.”

“Is it possible that you did it because you were afraid of what Harry might do or say?”

“Of course,” James admitted. “The last thing I want to do is get Harry really angry with me.”

“He really does love you, you know,” said Arthur, watching the boys. James’s gaze followed, and when Harry noticed he was being watched, he gave his father the same kind of crooked smile that James had just given Arthur, but with flushed cheeks.

“Yes,” said James, feeling rather proud. “I know.”

.-.

Harry was a curious young man. There were times often enough that he would forget to curb his curiosity and he’d wind up in trouble because of it. He never did agree to the old adage that curiosity killed the cat. For one, he wasn’t a cat, and for another: curiosity was like second nature to him. Not finding out about things around him went against his own principles.

Ron Weasley had been a friend of his ever since they were eleven. They met on the Hogwarts Express and struck up a fast friendship. Through it all, they’d been friends, and talked about everything. Well, everything except the fact that they would have to become their fathers’ slaves when they reached a certain age. They knew the rule, they were told it when they were eight years old.

Harry only briefly noticed the blond haired boy named Draco Malfoy. It seemed that Draco was kept away from many of the others his age, and that confused Harry. Ron had to explain to him that Draco’s family were really well to do, and that Malfoy Senior was the strictest Master around, and he was also at the top of the Master circle.

“He’s not exactly the head of it all,” Ron had explained. “But he’s way up there, top of the top, stinking rich, and very powerful. It’s best if we stayed clear of his son.”

So they did, and that was why during protocol, in which his father had him meet Lucius and Draco that one day, it was the first time he’d seen Draco Malfoy and his father up close. He’d seen Draco in the classroom, but he did as Ron had said and stayed clear of the young Malfoy.

He’d never thought about having sex with Ron. That sort of thought didn’t settle well with him. Besides, he thought of Ron as just a friend, and that was all. But he was curious; he knew that Ron was a slave, like himself, and attached to his father, Mr. Weasley. Harry’s own father, James, was having a private discussion about something with Lucius—probably the usual master talk—and he was excused from his father’s presence, so he took the opportunity to seek out Ron. He knew he’d find him with his father, so he crept along the manor’s halls in search of them.

When he did find them, he wasn’t all that surprised by what he saw. Since the manor was quite old, the keyholes in the doors were a bit larger than the ones in his house, so he was able to see more. Harry shut one eye and peeked through the keyhole. What met his sight nearly made him gasp aloud, but he swallowed it down.

Ron was straddling his father—his master—and was riding him. Harry held his breath at the sight. He’d never seen his best friend like this before. From what he could gather, it looked like Ron was being rewarded for good behavior.

When Arthur Weasley began to stroke Ron’s cock, Harry couldn’t watch any longer and he tore his gaze away from the keyhole. He sat back against the wall next to the door, trying to get his breathing under control.

Shutting his eyes, he could still see them behind his eyelids, and the sounds coming from the room wasn’t helping matters any. Horrified that he was aroused, Harry stood and stumbled his way back to his father.

.-.

“It was necessary, I assure you…” Lucius was saying when Harry ran into the room and launched himself at his father.

James laughed in some amusement at Harry’s sudden neediness, but at the look in Harry’s eyes, he knew just what his son needed.

“If you’ll excuse me, Lucius,” said James. “I believe my son needs me.” He picked up Harry as though he weighed nothing and carried him out of the room. Harry laid his head onto his father’s shoulder, and just as he looked up he saw Draco lying across the bed, on his stomach, his bare arse and thighs marked with red stripes.

But there were no tears in Draco’s eyes.

When the door shut behind them, Harry couldn’t get the look of Draco out of his mind. He shivered and clung to his father harder.

“It’s all right, Harry,” James soothed. “It’s all right. What’s bothered you?”

When they were alone in their own room, Harry explained it all, about finding Ron and Arthur, and then how he felt when he noticed Draco with the whip marks.

“Nothing we can do about it,” said James softly, running his fingers through his son’s hair. “Draco belongs to Lucius, and by law Lucius can do whatever he wishes to Draco.”

“I don’t think the rules are fair,” said Harry, trying to keep it together. “Being cruel shouldn’t equal to being a powerful master. It’s not right.”

James continued to run his fingers through Harry’s hair, mussing it up more, but it didn’t bother Harry at all; in fact, it made Harry feel more at ease. He leaned against his father, mostly out of need and comfort, but also because he loved what his father was doing to him.

“It doesn’t seem right to me either, son, but there’s nothing we can do. Now you see why I am not like Lucius when dealing with your punishments.” James kissed Harry’s temple softly, and Harry sighed and shut his eyes.

“I will tell you this much,” said James. “I don’t think everyone in the Master circle considers Lucius as a top master. There are some that think I am a better Master than Lucius.”

Harry moved away from his father’s shoulder in surprise and looked up into his father’s face, blinking.

“Really?”

James nodded. “Really.”

“Like who?”

James gestured his head toward the door, indicating the other side of the hallway. “Arthur Weasley, for one.”

“Who else?” asked Harry, curious.

James thought for a moment. “Well, there’s Xeno Lovegood, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Remus Lupin, Amelia Bones, Andromeda Tonks… many others.”

“Mrs. Weasley, too?” Harry asked.

“Yes, most of the Weasleys.”

“Most?”

James sighed. “Yeah. Percy Weasley doesn’t think I’m that great of a master. He’s one of the people whom think that Lucius Malfoy is one of the best Masters. I think it’s up to the individual. What do you think, Harry?”

Harry wrapped his arms around his father and kissed him. “I think you’re one of the best.”

James smiled, and then lightly kissed Harry back. He slid his hands up and down Harry’s back and shoulders soothingly, and Harry moaned, opened his mouth wider, and let James slip his tongue inside. They sat there on the bed, touching and snogging, for a good long while. Harry’s pants were getting tight. He shifted closer to James and rubbed himself against James’s thigh.

James pulled Harry back slightly, releasing Harry’s lips, but kept his arms around him. Harry whimpered and started kissing James’s face everywhere. James smiled.

“Slow down, Harry, or you’ll find yourself on your back with your legs in the air.”

“Promise?” Harry whispered into James’s ear, and then began to nibble on the lobe.

James shivered. “You little minx.”

“I thought I was your little stag.”

James growled low, aroused, and threw Harry onto the bed. Harry smiled; cheeks alight with the thought of what his father was about to do. James nearly ripped Harry’s clothes in his eagerness to get them off. Once Harry was completely nude, James couldn’t help staring as he stroked himself to full hardness.

“You’re mine, Harry, don’t you forget that.”

“I won’t… daddy,” said Harry, gazing at James from under long lashes.

“Harry,” James said, moaning. He rarely heard Harry calling him ‘daddy’ anymore. It unhinged him.

It didn’t take much preparation, and before he knew it, he was sliding deep inside Harry. The stretching that Draco had already done to Harry was evident, but although it helped so James didn’t have to be too careful with his son at first, he felt a strong possessive streak run through him, and he pounded harder and faster into Harry.

“I’m yours,” muttered Harry, and it stoked the fire that was already burning in James’s belly. He pistoned his hips harder, faster, longer… he was near completion already.

“Wait, stop,” Harry moaned. It was so hard to obey his son, especially when he was supposed to be the one giving orders.

“What’s wrong?” James asked, his cock jerking madly inside Harry’s arse.

“I was wondering…” Harry started to say slowly, breathing hard and looking worried. “Would it make much of a difference if… if I was the one fucking you?”

James stared, mouth agape. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. James didn’t think he’d ever heard of a slave taking over in the bedroom; it was utterly unheard of in the circle. He thought about rejecting and telling Harry that that wasn’t the way things went, but Harry already knew that that wasn’t the way things went; that the Masters were always the tops and the slaves were the bottoms.

Carefully, James said, “Well, it makes a difference, because the roles are not to be changed. The Masters are the dominant ones, they top, always. The slaves are always the bottom.”

“Is that the way it should always be?” said Harry, still panting softly. “Maybe we should bend the rules a bit.”

James couldn’t believe Harry’s audacity. Maybe he was being too lenient with his own son.

“I know what you’re thinking, dad,” said Harry softly. He brought a hand up to run through James’s unruly hair, just as James had done not too long ago to Harry. “But I figured that we should set a good example for the other Masters and slaves.”

“A good example?” James gasped. “You call being disobedient a good example?”

“That’s not what I meant. I mean, I think that the relationship between the two doesn’t have to be so cruel and harsh all the time. I think that if you show the other Masters that it pays to be nice, then the others will follow your lead.”

James chewed on his bottom lip in thought. Harry did have a good point. Often good things came to you if you, yourself, did good. But was it worth it to risk being looked at as a rule breaker or being labeled as one of the worst Masters in the circle, all because he didn’t follow protocol?

Some of the protocol was a good thing, James knew that; but Harry did raise a good point about treating your slave with more respect. He tried to give Harry as much respect as he could, since he loved Harry with all his heart. And he knew that Harry loved him, especially when he wasn’t too harsh with him. Letting Harry have his way, and letting him top… was it really worth it?

“That’s… that’s a dodgy subject, Harry,” he said, rolling his hips so as to keep his cock hard. Harry moaned. “I don’t know if we should really risk it right now. I mean I could ask a few of the other Masters what their thoughts are on the subject, but I don’t think that…”

With strength that James didn’t realize Harry had ever possessed, he flipped them over and was now lying on top of his father, but still had his father’s cock inside him.

“I saw Ron riding his father like this, remember?” Harry panted. “But then it filled my mind with thoughts afterwards. What if Ron was the one doing Mr. Weasley? What if it were Mr. Weasley begging for Ron to fuck him, hard and fast? And then I thought,” Harry moaned, arching his body when James pushed up into him, “what if we were the ones to tip the scale? What if we became the first ones to switch roles? How would it feel if I had you wrapped around my cock?”

A moan escaped from James’s mouth, unbidden. He’d never heard Harry talk like that before. Where did Harry pick it up from?

“Harry, we can’t—we shouldn’t—”

“I want us to be equals,” Harry whispered, bending down to kiss James lightly on the lips.

James froze, breath catching in his throat. Harry finally got him unfroze with his lips; James slowly kissed back, and then their kiss heated up, and he was touching Harry everywhere.

He didn’t find it horrible, to let Harry top, but it’d never been done before. Harry was the submissive one; therefore, he was to be the one always on the bottom. Yet, the thought of switching roles, being different with their lovemaking, set his heart racing. Just how would it feel to have Harry inside him for a change? Surprisingly, the thought of it made James’s cheeks burn.

“All right,” James admitted softly, still red in the face. “We… we’ll give it a try.”

Harry gazed in shock down at his father, mouth gaping and eyes wide.

“S-seriously?” he gasped.

James smiled. “Yes, Harry. I want you to fuck me.”

TBC