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Sins of the Father
Chapter Number/Total: 42/44
Chapter Title: Sins of the Father
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Harry screamed silently and struggled harder than ever against the ropes. He felt like he was going to pass out. He couldn't watch. He couldn't watch Draco do this, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. He felt sick and terrified and so fucking filled with rage he thought for sure his blood was boiling. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he sobbed, watching his lover, his Draco kiss the sick fuck of a man that was supposed to be his parent.
Lucius smiled and lifted his wand again. He cast a silent charm and the wound on Draco's stomach closed again. He ran his long white fingers through the blood on Draco's skin and brought it to his lips, tasting it while he watched his son's reactions.
Draco shivered, fear blatant in his eyes. "Harry has to be released safely first," he said.
"So that he can return here with a group of Aurors from the Ministry or those crazies from the Order?" Lucius shook his head. "I think not."
Harry was gasping. What was Lucius going to do? He couldn't think of it. He couldn't bear to think of it, and he hoped that wasn't what Lucius was going to do. Harry felt like he was dying and helpless. Pain much deeper than anything Cruciatus could do stabbed at his heart. He hated himself in that moment for letting this happen, for not having his guard up when he'd known what dangers there were. He shook even more violently.
"A vow, then," Draco said, his voice shaking.
Lucius ran his hand down his son's body, smearing the blood as he did. "Under what terms?" he asked, smiling as his son shivered under his touch.
"Don't touch him!" Harry tried again, but there was still no sound from his throat.
Draco could feel the intensity of Harry's magic even from across the room, and it made it all the more difficult to concentrate. He knew that if Harry were able to speak, he would forbid what he was about to do. And then they would both die. He took a deep breath, trying to block out everything but the negotiation with his father.
Lucius smiled, glancing over at Harry. His pain was obvious and added spice to son's fear. He was already making plans as his son tried to focus.
"What do you know of the binding promise?" Draco asked his father.
Lucius shook his head. "Tell me what your provisions are. I won't give you more information."
Draco huffed, thinking hard. "You agree to release Harry Potter, undamaged and unmolested, returning him some place safe for him within twelve hours from when this agreement takes effect."
Lucius cocked his head. "Why twelve hours?"
Harry took a shuddering breath. He was still watching Draco and Lucius fearfully, tears still streaming from his eyes. He was trying to think of some sort of plan, any plan. He didn't have a wand and stood no chance against the four men in the room and he knew it, but if he somehow got free right now, he would attempt to rip Lucius Malfoy apart with his bare hands.
Draco considered how to answer his father. "Because I don't trust your Master not to figure out where you have him any longer than that," he said. "And you don't touch him or use any more spells that cause pain or injury on him."
Lucius nodded. "In return, you do anything I command for those twelve hours."
"I can't agree to that," Draco said calmly, feeling on more familiar ground with the negotiation. "I can agree that you may do what you like with me." He sighed. "But the binding doesn't allow me to accept your orders over his."
Lucius hissed, scowling. "Then agree to do anything you are capable of doing that I command," he retorted.
Harry roared with silent rage. He wanted so badly to order Draco not to do one thing Lucius said, but his mind was spinning and kept switching from protective mode to survival mode and it was confusing him. The thoughts in his head conflicted. He wanted to tell Draco no, but he also knew that this might be their only chance; but he couldn't stand the thought of allowing Lucius to do anything he wanted to Draco. He spat the bad taste from his mouth and stood, chest heaving, glaring at the side of Lucius Malfoy's face.
Draco trembled again, trying to hold onto his sanity as Harry's anger made it seem like the air crackled and stung. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He couldn't let his father know the extent of their connection or he would use it against them.
"I agree that you may do anything you wish to my body and I will obey your commands to the best of my ability and within in the limits of the binding promise," Draco said.
Lucius looked at his son. "I have a counter proposal for you, Draco. Renounce this binding and allow us to remove it, and I will spare Potter's life and yours."
Harry's eyes snapped to Draco. He didn't want their bond removed, but what choice did they have if that was an option Lucius was offering? But there was no way it could be so easy. Harry knew Lucius would not possibly allow him and Draco to leave here together, unscathed. It had to be a trap of some sort, or there had to be something else he wasn't saying.
"Never," Draco said without hesitation.
"Hear me out, son," Lucius said, glancing over at Harry. "We have researched the binding agreement the two of you made. It can be removed - if both of you agree to it." Looking at his son, Lucius realised that he wasn't the one to convince. He walked over to Potter, looking him in the eyes. "You can let him go or watch him die, Potter," Lucius said. "Will you let him go?"
Harry glared hard at Lucius. "Will you?" he mouthed.
"Will I let him go?" Lucius laughed. The others laughed too. "Of course not, Potter. I think I have made it clear that I am willing to take him apart piece by piece rather than leave him with you."
"Take this off me," Harry mouthed. "The charm."
"My son can't hear you right now," Lucius said, "and that suits me fine. Tell me what you have to say."
Harry stared hard at Lucius and his nostrils flared as he breathed heavily through them. "Fight me for him," he said. "Fight me for him and I'll agree to take the binding away. Give me a wand. I'll kill you if I get the chance, and then I will take Draco with me. If you win, I'll remove the bond, but only if you agree not to hurt him once I am gone. I don't know if you are willing to kill me. Your Master would be most displeased, but if you get the chance to and take it, whatever. You deal with Voldemort." He moved his mouth slowly, making sure Lucius got every word.
Draco was straining to see what Harry was saying, but Lucius blocked his view. "No, Harry, no," he begged, knowing the Gryffindor was likely to do something heroic - and stupid.
"Those terms are not very appealing, Potter." Lucius, smiled. "But I will give you this option. Any time in the next twelve hours before I have you released, if you decide to agree to my terms, you have only to let me know. My terms are that you release your binding on my son and leave him with me. Both of you would live."
"No!" Draco yelled, only hearing his father's side of the discussion.
Harry closed his eyes tightly, trying to think of something. He could not leave Draco with Lucius. He could not. He couldn't leave this place without him. They would be gone by the time he got back. He didn't know what to do. There really was no way out of this. He couldn't think. He was silent, or at least, his mouth didn't move.
Lucius laughed and turned his back on Harry, returning to his where his son lay. "So we have terms, then?" He looked down at his son. Draco took a deep breath and nodded. "Walden?" Lucius called. The other man was grinning as he stepped forward. "You are the bonder. My son has requested an Unbreakable Vow."
"Certainly, Lucius." The dark-haired man held his wand at the ready.
Lucius flicked his wand, releasing Draco's bound hand. The blond pushed himself up shakily until he was seated, his legs still bound. Lucius held out his hand to his son, who hesitated, but grasped it in his own.
"No," Harry sobbed, closing his eyes. What was he to do? "No, please."
Draco and Lucius repeated the provisions of their agreement, red flames snaking out of Macnair's wand with each one. Draco shuddered when it was done and looked longingly toward Harry for a moment.
Lucius laughed, reaching out and grabbing his son's long hair and pulling him forward. "Kiss me," he hissed before closing his mouth over Draco's.
Harry didn't open his eyes but shut them tighter, gritting his teeth as angry tears fell from his eyes. He dry heaved and clenched his fists.
Draco closed his eyes, but returned his father's kiss as ordered. The man kissed well but with a kind of pressure that was almost painful. Draco tried to breathe through his nose and not think about what was happening. About the fact that Harry was only a few meters away, listening, maybe even watching.
Lucius handed his cane to Macnair, who took it and stood by, leering. Malfoy senior's hands began to roam over his son's body. He had been in Azkaban over a year and his son had filled out considerably in that time. He was pleased with that.
Harry heaved again and still nothing came up.
Goyle laughed at him. "He's touching his body now," he said in his terrible, low voice. "He's kissing him, too. Draco looks to be enjoying it."
Harry let out gasping sobs, shaking again now.
Crabbe laughed with his companions. "Oh, the show is just getting started," he added.
Lucius pulled back from the kiss and then used his wand to release the ropes on his son's legs. Draco rubbed the skin where the rope had chafed and watched his father. Lucius stepped back and began to remove his robes, handing them to Macnair.
Harry still couldn't open his eyes as he cried, but the images that Goyle's words had put in his mind were almost as terrible as the real thing.
"Lucius is removing his robes now," said Goyle, mocking Harry with his cheer. "Such a pretty boy Draco is."
Harry sobbed harder than ever.
"His father has more muscle, but Draco might have got more of his sire's build when he was older," Crabbe added as if remarking on a stallion and his colt instead of on two men.
Lucius had stripped bare and now stood, his cock already hard, looking at his son. He smiled at Walden for a moment, the other man smiling back and raising both eyebrows. "On your knees, son," Lucius said to Draco.
Harry finally threw up. He couldn't let this happen. Not right in front of him. Not at all. His eyes flew open and he strained so hard against his ropes it hurt. He began screaming, feeling his own magic flare up.
Goyle look a tad bit alarmed for a moment, but then laughed at Harry as if he had just told a very funny joke.
Draco got to his knees and tried not to look when he heard Harry get sick. But when Harry's magic flared, he looked over. No one in the room seem to feel it. He didn't know what to do, worried that Harry would get himself killed.
Lucius stepped up to his son. "You were always really good at this, boy," he purred. "Show them what a beautiful cock sucker you are."
Draco's attention was brought back to his father and he did as he was told, opening his mouth. He trembled, having to breathe deeply through his nose and fighting an urge to be sick. It struck him as odd that it had never bothered him before.
Harry continued screaming, yelling at the top of his voice for Draco to stop, for anything to please happen. His throat hurt from the strain. He felt his magic flare up higher as he put all his energy in trying to break the Silencing Charm. He hoped no one realised what he was doing.
Goyle just continued laughing at him and then turned his attention back on Lucius and Draco.
Draco lay his hand on his father's hip, using it to steady himself. He felt dizzy and a sense of distance from what was happening. His lips slid over that familiar crown and he tasted his father again. His stomach surged but he held it in check as he ran his tongue around the head of his father's cock. He distantly heard laughter.
His father laid a hand on his head and moaned. "Yes, missed that beautiful mouth of yours, boy," he said. Next to him, Walden had pulled his own cock out and was stroking himself as he watched.
Draco closed his eyes, trying not to to think about anything. His tongue swirled over the very soft skin, running around the edge of the crown. He applied gentle suction and slid a little more in as he continued the tongue strokes.
Harry screamed harder than ever, watching as Draco's mouth closed over... he couldn't even think it, even as he was watching it. He gave one last scream, it hurt, but he heard his own voice echo around the room on the last note of it. Hoping against hope that his plan might work, he opened his mouth before anyone had really realised he even had his voice back. "Grab his wand, Draco!" he yelled hoarsely, eyes wide.
Draco's hand shot up, grabbing his father's wand. He hadn't even registered what had been said or what he had done. Before he could, his father pushed with his hand and hips, shoving his cock to the back of Draco's throat. Pain shot through him and with his air passage blocked, Draco could only grip the wand and try to shove at his father's body.
Macnair's wand was still in his other hand but he hesitated, not knowing initially whether to attack Draco or Harry. Both Goyle and Crabbe froze, unclear as to what was happening as well.
"Get away from him!" Harry cried helplessly from the pillar. "Get away from him, Draco!"
Draco struggled to pull away from Lucius. But Lucius had grabbed his head with both hands and shoved himself in as far as possible. Draco shoved at this father with his one hand, desperate not just to obey Harry's command but to breathe. Lucius' cock was shoved far enough in that he wasn't getting any air. "Release the wand and I will let you breathe," Lucius said.
Macnair pressed his wand to Draco's head, glancing over at Harry. "Counter your commands, Potter, or he dies now," he barked. Crabbe and Goyle seemed to come to a decision, both turning wands on Harry.
Harry stared for a second, watching Draco struggling for air. There was nothing he could do. "Stop, Draco," he sobbed pitifully, dropping his head as his eyes fell closed again.
Draco dropped the wand, and Macnair Summoned it immediately. Lucius' face was contorted in rage and he held his son there still, watching him choke. "I could kill him like this, Potter."
"Please stop!" Harry cried. "Please let him breathe!"
Lucius released his son and the man fell back and then to the ground, coughing and gagging as he tried desperately to breathe, his throat continuing to spasm in pain. Malfoy Sr strode over to where Harry was still bound and stood before him, shaking in anger. He was naked and his cock still hard. "Interfere again and I will kill him immediately," he said. "Do you understand, Potter?"
Harry continued to sob. "Fine, have your son suck your cock," he sobbed, lifting his head to stare at Lucius in the eye. "You sick fuck." Hit me, Harry pleaded inside his mind. Hit me and you'll die. He had heard the Unbreakable Vow and he knew he couldn't be harmed.
Lucius laughed and the others as well. "Naive little peasant," Lucius sneered. "My son loved sucking my cock before you took him as your slave."
On the floor, Draco was trying to swallow, but his throat felt like it was on fire. Tears were streaming down his face.
Macnair stood calmly watching him, his wand trained on the blond at his feet.
"You brainwashed him!" Harry screamed. "You're fucking insane! You suck your father's cock?"
Lucius smiled, looking Harry directly in the eyes, and nodded. Then he turned toward his son. "Crabbe, get a Healing Potion before my son chokes on his own saliva," he said dismissively.
Crabbe said, "Yes, Sir," and Disapparated. He reappeared a few minutes later with a potion bottle and handed it to Lucius. Malfoy S. knelt beside his son and pulled him toward him, cradling his head in one arm while he tipped the Healing Potion to Draco's lips. "Drink this, son," he said soothingly. "You will feel better then."
Draco tried to swallow the potion, coughing and shuddering, but finally managed to get most of it down. He could feel the pain in his throat lessening.
Harry continued to cry. What the fuck kind of people was he dealing with? He once again didn't know what to do. The pain in his heart and body was greater than he had ever known.
Lucius helped his son up, stroking and soothing him. "There, son," he said, "I know that wasn't your fault." He helped Draco to sit back up on the altar and rubbed the tears from his face, kissing him gently.
Draco shuddered, feeling confused and overwhelmed. Part of him knew that Harry had only been trying to help, but he also felt miserable and his father's comfort was soothing.
Lucius kissed and petted his son until the young man seemed calmer. He looked back over his shoulder at Harry. "Do I need to have you gagged, or can you behave yourself?" he asked.
Harry didn't answer, just hung his head, feeling sick again. Tears were still coming, but they were less now as shock settled in. He was actually beginning to think that he wouldn't be able to get them out of this.
"Goyle, he does it again, body-bind him and then gag him," Lucius said, and he turned his attention back to Draco. "There, that's better now?"
Draco nodded.
"Good," Lucius encouraged. "Now stand up."
Draco got to his feet, still feeling shaky, but breathing fine now. He looked at his father expectantly.
"Lean against the altar, spread your legs and hold onto it," Lucius instructed.
Draco frowned but nodded and rested his arse against the edge of the altar and held it with his hand, spreading his stance as much as he could.
His father stepped into the space provided by his open stance and began to kiss and touch him again. Long fingers found his nipples and began to tease them as the man sucked at the skin of his neck.
Draco gasped, his face flushing as he felt his body responding to those familiar touches. His nipples hardened and his cock began to fill.
Harry didn't look up. He stared at the floor as if in a daze. He wanted to kill Lucius more than Voldemort. Hatred that strong surprisingly made him feel numb. He took deeper breaths as Goyle started up his commentary again.
"He loves it, Potter," he said. "No one can touch Draco like his father. You couldn't make him feel that way." He chuckled.
Harry closed his eyes for a moment and then stared at the floor again. "No," he whispered.
Draco shivered as his father's hands continued down his body, sliding over his skin.
"Yes, Draco," Lucius encouraged, "that's it." He kissed his way to his son's mouth, licking at his lips as his right hand found its way between his son's legs, stroking the young man's growing erection, gently sliding the foreskin against along the shaft. "Remember when I taught you this?" he purred.
Draco nodded, gasping as those deft fingers worked on him. He remembered when his father had "taught him how to please himself."
Harry would have chosen Cruciatus over this. He began shaking again. That gasp was so familiar. That gasp was his. But he could do nothing to take it back, to save Draco from what his own flesh and blood was doing to him. He felt the bile rising in his throat.
"He's touching his nice, thick cock now. Tell me, Potter," said Goyle. "How many times did he fuck you with it?"
Harry vomited again.
Draco had begun to relax into that touch when he heard the sound of Harry getting sick again. It made him shudder, knowing how disgusted Harry was with him. He wanted to beg his father to stop. But he knew he couldn't. He had already agreed to this. His father kissed him as one hand wrapped around Draco's cock and the other cupped his balls. Any sound Draco would have made was swallowed by the older man's mouth. Then Lucius slid the lower hand back, his fingers questing entrance. Draco froze. His body shuddered violently and he brought his hand up, pushing at his father. He broke the kiss, wrenching his head away. "No, no, I can't," he said.
Harry was breathing heavily after throwing up. He raised his head weakly at Draco's words and stared at him.
"Relax," Lucius said. "It's not like you are a virgin anymore." He sounded irritated.
"No." Draco pushed harder and moved his body sideways, dislodging his father's hands on him. "I really can't," he tried to explain. "The binding. No one but Harry."
Lucius growled. "You are my son and you took an Unbreakable Vow."
Harry chuckled coldly and looked up at Lucius, feeling slightly mad. "Ha ha," he said. "His arse is mine, daddy." Suddenly, he had a plan - to do and say anything that might make Lucius hurt him.
Lucius frowned and stepped back from his son, glancing between Potter and the young man in front of him. "Explain your binding promises immediately," he snapped.
Harry snorted and said nothing, smirking at Lucius and sucking up some sick pleasure from his annoyance.
Draco almost laughed too, even though he knew this was going to be trouble. "The conditions were not... formally worded," he paused, smirking a bit, "but they include a provision that no one can touch my arsehole but him. In any way." He waited for his father's reaction to that.
Lucius looked dumbfounded for a minute. His eyes widened and then he scowled, turning away to cover his reactions. Walden barked a short laugh and then looked worriedly at Lucius. Lucius stood with his back turned, his hands clenched and anger evident in his posture.
Harry began laughing at Lucius. It was quiet at first, but grew louder and mocking. "My very own arsehole," he said. "You can't even touch it. You know how many times I've fucked him? It's quite good, really tight and hot. Too bad you'll never know." He felt hysterical. Hit me.
Lucius straightened and when he turned, his face was that classic cold expression. "Walden, cover Potter. Crabbe, Goyle, come here." He Summoned his wand from where he had laid it on the altar as the other men moved to obey his commands.
Draco's eyes widened and his heart raced as he recognised that look. He wanted to run, to do anything rather than wait to see what his father had in mind. But if he broke the Unbreakable Vow, not only would he die immediately, he would put Harry in danger. So he stood and waited.
Harry's breathing sped up at that. "No. What are you doing?" he asked quickly as Crabbe and Goyle moved away toward Lucius. There was nothing even close to being funny anymore.
"Stand on either side of Draco," Lucius told the two as they came up to him, and Walden took his place in front of Harry. "Catch him before he falls," Lucius said to the two men, and then he cast a body-bind on his son. Draco stared helplessly at his father as he cast the spell. He felt the other men grab him as the spell took effect.
Harry tried to see around the large man in front of him. "Get the fuck out of my way," he said, panting heavily. He was scared. This was not good. "What are you doing?" he asked again, growing a bit frantic. "Draco?"
Walden grinned at Harry, and stepped to the side a bit, still aiming his wand at Harry, but allowing them both a view of what was happening at the altar.
"Turn him around and bend him over the altar," Lucius told the two men, who moved to comply. They picked Draco up and turned with him, laying his upper body face down on the altar and his legs still touching the ground, holding the limp form in place. "You see, Potter," Lucius sneered, "you may have just given me the key to breaking your binding promise."
Harry let out a shuddering breath as cold dread filled him to the brim. "No," he said. "No, don't."
"Or what, Potter?" Lucius laughed. "Either way this will break the binding." He stepped up beside the altar, looking down into his son's face, stroking his cheek.
"Please don't!" Harry cried. "You could hurt him! Please!" He knew his words were useless. He struggled fruitlessly against the ropes binding him.
"Actually, it will probably kill him," Lucius said in a distracted tone as he continued to pet his son, caressing his hair and his back. "Always such a pretty boy," he purred at the man laying there. "I had intended for this to be pleasurable. A Malfoy coming of age ritual. But this is what we have."
"If you touch him, I'll kill you!" Harry screamed. "I'll fucking kill you!" His heart was beating madly "Don't touch him, please! I'll do anything!" He felt very much like he had on that night he had cut Draco's arm off. He would do anything to save Draco.
Lucius' head snapped up at that. "I already told you my conditions, Potter," he snapped. "Are you agreeing to them now?"
Tears returned to Harry's eyes. "Yes," he gasped. "Anything."
Chapter Title: Sins of the Father
Words: 4517 Words
Harry screamed silently and struggled harder than ever against the ropes. He felt like he was going to pass out. He couldn't watch. He couldn't watch Draco do this, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. He felt sick and terrified and so fucking filled with rage he thought for sure his blood was boiling. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he sobbed, watching his lover, his Draco kiss the sick fuck of a man that was supposed to be his parent.
Lucius smiled and lifted his wand again. He cast a silent charm and the wound on Draco's stomach closed again. He ran his long white fingers through the blood on Draco's skin and brought it to his lips, tasting it while he watched his son's reactions.
Draco shivered, fear blatant in his eyes. "Harry has to be released safely first," he said.
"So that he can return here with a group of Aurors from the Ministry or those crazies from the Order?" Lucius shook his head. "I think not."
Harry was gasping. What was Lucius going to do? He couldn't think of it. He couldn't bear to think of it, and he hoped that wasn't what Lucius was going to do. Harry felt like he was dying and helpless. Pain much deeper than anything Cruciatus could do stabbed at his heart. He hated himself in that moment for letting this happen, for not having his guard up when he'd known what dangers there were. He shook even more violently.
"A vow, then," Draco said, his voice shaking.
Lucius ran his hand down his son's body, smearing the blood as he did. "Under what terms?" he asked, smiling as his son shivered under his touch.
"Don't touch him!" Harry tried again, but there was still no sound from his throat.
Draco could feel the intensity of Harry's magic even from across the room, and it made it all the more difficult to concentrate. He knew that if Harry were able to speak, he would forbid what he was about to do. And then they would both die. He took a deep breath, trying to block out everything but the negotiation with his father.
Lucius smiled, glancing over at Harry. His pain was obvious and added spice to son's fear. He was already making plans as his son tried to focus.
"What do you know of the binding promise?" Draco asked his father.
Lucius shook his head. "Tell me what your provisions are. I won't give you more information."
Draco huffed, thinking hard. "You agree to release Harry Potter, undamaged and unmolested, returning him some place safe for him within twelve hours from when this agreement takes effect."
Lucius cocked his head. "Why twelve hours?"
Harry took a shuddering breath. He was still watching Draco and Lucius fearfully, tears still streaming from his eyes. He was trying to think of some sort of plan, any plan. He didn't have a wand and stood no chance against the four men in the room and he knew it, but if he somehow got free right now, he would attempt to rip Lucius Malfoy apart with his bare hands.
Draco considered how to answer his father. "Because I don't trust your Master not to figure out where you have him any longer than that," he said. "And you don't touch him or use any more spells that cause pain or injury on him."
Lucius nodded. "In return, you do anything I command for those twelve hours."
"I can't agree to that," Draco said calmly, feeling on more familiar ground with the negotiation. "I can agree that you may do what you like with me." He sighed. "But the binding doesn't allow me to accept your orders over his."
Lucius hissed, scowling. "Then agree to do anything you are capable of doing that I command," he retorted.
Harry roared with silent rage. He wanted so badly to order Draco not to do one thing Lucius said, but his mind was spinning and kept switching from protective mode to survival mode and it was confusing him. The thoughts in his head conflicted. He wanted to tell Draco no, but he also knew that this might be their only chance; but he couldn't stand the thought of allowing Lucius to do anything he wanted to Draco. He spat the bad taste from his mouth and stood, chest heaving, glaring at the side of Lucius Malfoy's face.
Draco trembled again, trying to hold onto his sanity as Harry's anger made it seem like the air crackled and stung. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He couldn't let his father know the extent of their connection or he would use it against them.
"I agree that you may do anything you wish to my body and I will obey your commands to the best of my ability and within in the limits of the binding promise," Draco said.
Lucius looked at his son. "I have a counter proposal for you, Draco. Renounce this binding and allow us to remove it, and I will spare Potter's life and yours."
Harry's eyes snapped to Draco. He didn't want their bond removed, but what choice did they have if that was an option Lucius was offering? But there was no way it could be so easy. Harry knew Lucius would not possibly allow him and Draco to leave here together, unscathed. It had to be a trap of some sort, or there had to be something else he wasn't saying.
"Never," Draco said without hesitation.
"Hear me out, son," Lucius said, glancing over at Harry. "We have researched the binding agreement the two of you made. It can be removed - if both of you agree to it." Looking at his son, Lucius realised that he wasn't the one to convince. He walked over to Potter, looking him in the eyes. "You can let him go or watch him die, Potter," Lucius said. "Will you let him go?"
Harry glared hard at Lucius. "Will you?" he mouthed.
"Will I let him go?" Lucius laughed. The others laughed too. "Of course not, Potter. I think I have made it clear that I am willing to take him apart piece by piece rather than leave him with you."
"Take this off me," Harry mouthed. "The charm."
"My son can't hear you right now," Lucius said, "and that suits me fine. Tell me what you have to say."
Harry stared hard at Lucius and his nostrils flared as he breathed heavily through them. "Fight me for him," he said. "Fight me for him and I'll agree to take the binding away. Give me a wand. I'll kill you if I get the chance, and then I will take Draco with me. If you win, I'll remove the bond, but only if you agree not to hurt him once I am gone. I don't know if you are willing to kill me. Your Master would be most displeased, but if you get the chance to and take it, whatever. You deal with Voldemort." He moved his mouth slowly, making sure Lucius got every word.
Draco was straining to see what Harry was saying, but Lucius blocked his view. "No, Harry, no," he begged, knowing the Gryffindor was likely to do something heroic - and stupid.
"Those terms are not very appealing, Potter." Lucius, smiled. "But I will give you this option. Any time in the next twelve hours before I have you released, if you decide to agree to my terms, you have only to let me know. My terms are that you release your binding on my son and leave him with me. Both of you would live."
"No!" Draco yelled, only hearing his father's side of the discussion.
Harry closed his eyes tightly, trying to think of something. He could not leave Draco with Lucius. He could not. He couldn't leave this place without him. They would be gone by the time he got back. He didn't know what to do. There really was no way out of this. He couldn't think. He was silent, or at least, his mouth didn't move.
Lucius laughed and turned his back on Harry, returning to his where his son lay. "So we have terms, then?" He looked down at his son. Draco took a deep breath and nodded. "Walden?" Lucius called. The other man was grinning as he stepped forward. "You are the bonder. My son has requested an Unbreakable Vow."
"Certainly, Lucius." The dark-haired man held his wand at the ready.
Lucius flicked his wand, releasing Draco's bound hand. The blond pushed himself up shakily until he was seated, his legs still bound. Lucius held out his hand to his son, who hesitated, but grasped it in his own.
"No," Harry sobbed, closing his eyes. What was he to do? "No, please."
Draco and Lucius repeated the provisions of their agreement, red flames snaking out of Macnair's wand with each one. Draco shuddered when it was done and looked longingly toward Harry for a moment.
Lucius laughed, reaching out and grabbing his son's long hair and pulling him forward. "Kiss me," he hissed before closing his mouth over Draco's.
Harry didn't open his eyes but shut them tighter, gritting his teeth as angry tears fell from his eyes. He dry heaved and clenched his fists.
Draco closed his eyes, but returned his father's kiss as ordered. The man kissed well but with a kind of pressure that was almost painful. Draco tried to breathe through his nose and not think about what was happening. About the fact that Harry was only a few meters away, listening, maybe even watching.
Lucius handed his cane to Macnair, who took it and stood by, leering. Malfoy senior's hands began to roam over his son's body. He had been in Azkaban over a year and his son had filled out considerably in that time. He was pleased with that.
Harry heaved again and still nothing came up.
Goyle laughed at him. "He's touching his body now," he said in his terrible, low voice. "He's kissing him, too. Draco looks to be enjoying it."
Harry let out gasping sobs, shaking again now.
Crabbe laughed with his companions. "Oh, the show is just getting started," he added.
Lucius pulled back from the kiss and then used his wand to release the ropes on his son's legs. Draco rubbed the skin where the rope had chafed and watched his father. Lucius stepped back and began to remove his robes, handing them to Macnair.
Harry still couldn't open his eyes as he cried, but the images that Goyle's words had put in his mind were almost as terrible as the real thing.
"Lucius is removing his robes now," said Goyle, mocking Harry with his cheer. "Such a pretty boy Draco is."
Harry sobbed harder than ever.
"His father has more muscle, but Draco might have got more of his sire's build when he was older," Crabbe added as if remarking on a stallion and his colt instead of on two men.
Lucius had stripped bare and now stood, his cock already hard, looking at his son. He smiled at Walden for a moment, the other man smiling back and raising both eyebrows. "On your knees, son," Lucius said to Draco.
Harry finally threw up. He couldn't let this happen. Not right in front of him. Not at all. His eyes flew open and he strained so hard against his ropes it hurt. He began screaming, feeling his own magic flare up.
Goyle look a tad bit alarmed for a moment, but then laughed at Harry as if he had just told a very funny joke.
Draco got to his knees and tried not to look when he heard Harry get sick. But when Harry's magic flared, he looked over. No one in the room seem to feel it. He didn't know what to do, worried that Harry would get himself killed.
Lucius stepped up to his son. "You were always really good at this, boy," he purred. "Show them what a beautiful cock sucker you are."
Draco's attention was brought back to his father and he did as he was told, opening his mouth. He trembled, having to breathe deeply through his nose and fighting an urge to be sick. It struck him as odd that it had never bothered him before.
Harry continued screaming, yelling at the top of his voice for Draco to stop, for anything to please happen. His throat hurt from the strain. He felt his magic flare up higher as he put all his energy in trying to break the Silencing Charm. He hoped no one realised what he was doing.
Goyle just continued laughing at him and then turned his attention back on Lucius and Draco.
Draco lay his hand on his father's hip, using it to steady himself. He felt dizzy and a sense of distance from what was happening. His lips slid over that familiar crown and he tasted his father again. His stomach surged but he held it in check as he ran his tongue around the head of his father's cock. He distantly heard laughter.
His father laid a hand on his head and moaned. "Yes, missed that beautiful mouth of yours, boy," he said. Next to him, Walden had pulled his own cock out and was stroking himself as he watched.
Draco closed his eyes, trying not to to think about anything. His tongue swirled over the very soft skin, running around the edge of the crown. He applied gentle suction and slid a little more in as he continued the tongue strokes.
Harry screamed harder than ever, watching as Draco's mouth closed over... he couldn't even think it, even as he was watching it. He gave one last scream, it hurt, but he heard his own voice echo around the room on the last note of it. Hoping against hope that his plan might work, he opened his mouth before anyone had really realised he even had his voice back. "Grab his wand, Draco!" he yelled hoarsely, eyes wide.
Draco's hand shot up, grabbing his father's wand. He hadn't even registered what had been said or what he had done. Before he could, his father pushed with his hand and hips, shoving his cock to the back of Draco's throat. Pain shot through him and with his air passage blocked, Draco could only grip the wand and try to shove at his father's body.
Macnair's wand was still in his other hand but he hesitated, not knowing initially whether to attack Draco or Harry. Both Goyle and Crabbe froze, unclear as to what was happening as well.
"Get away from him!" Harry cried helplessly from the pillar. "Get away from him, Draco!"
Draco struggled to pull away from Lucius. But Lucius had grabbed his head with both hands and shoved himself in as far as possible. Draco shoved at this father with his one hand, desperate not just to obey Harry's command but to breathe. Lucius' cock was shoved far enough in that he wasn't getting any air. "Release the wand and I will let you breathe," Lucius said.
Macnair pressed his wand to Draco's head, glancing over at Harry. "Counter your commands, Potter, or he dies now," he barked. Crabbe and Goyle seemed to come to a decision, both turning wands on Harry.
Harry stared for a second, watching Draco struggling for air. There was nothing he could do. "Stop, Draco," he sobbed pitifully, dropping his head as his eyes fell closed again.
Draco dropped the wand, and Macnair Summoned it immediately. Lucius' face was contorted in rage and he held his son there still, watching him choke. "I could kill him like this, Potter."
"Please stop!" Harry cried. "Please let him breathe!"
Lucius released his son and the man fell back and then to the ground, coughing and gagging as he tried desperately to breathe, his throat continuing to spasm in pain. Malfoy Sr strode over to where Harry was still bound and stood before him, shaking in anger. He was naked and his cock still hard. "Interfere again and I will kill him immediately," he said. "Do you understand, Potter?"
Harry continued to sob. "Fine, have your son suck your cock," he sobbed, lifting his head to stare at Lucius in the eye. "You sick fuck." Hit me, Harry pleaded inside his mind. Hit me and you'll die. He had heard the Unbreakable Vow and he knew he couldn't be harmed.
Lucius laughed and the others as well. "Naive little peasant," Lucius sneered. "My son loved sucking my cock before you took him as your slave."
On the floor, Draco was trying to swallow, but his throat felt like it was on fire. Tears were streaming down his face.
Macnair stood calmly watching him, his wand trained on the blond at his feet.
"You brainwashed him!" Harry screamed. "You're fucking insane! You suck your father's cock?"
Lucius smiled, looking Harry directly in the eyes, and nodded. Then he turned toward his son. "Crabbe, get a Healing Potion before my son chokes on his own saliva," he said dismissively.
Crabbe said, "Yes, Sir," and Disapparated. He reappeared a few minutes later with a potion bottle and handed it to Lucius. Malfoy S. knelt beside his son and pulled him toward him, cradling his head in one arm while he tipped the Healing Potion to Draco's lips. "Drink this, son," he said soothingly. "You will feel better then."
Draco tried to swallow the potion, coughing and shuddering, but finally managed to get most of it down. He could feel the pain in his throat lessening.
Harry continued to cry. What the fuck kind of people was he dealing with? He once again didn't know what to do. The pain in his heart and body was greater than he had ever known.
Lucius helped his son up, stroking and soothing him. "There, son," he said, "I know that wasn't your fault." He helped Draco to sit back up on the altar and rubbed the tears from his face, kissing him gently.
Draco shuddered, feeling confused and overwhelmed. Part of him knew that Harry had only been trying to help, but he also felt miserable and his father's comfort was soothing.
Lucius kissed and petted his son until the young man seemed calmer. He looked back over his shoulder at Harry. "Do I need to have you gagged, or can you behave yourself?" he asked.
Harry didn't answer, just hung his head, feeling sick again. Tears were still coming, but they were less now as shock settled in. He was actually beginning to think that he wouldn't be able to get them out of this.
"Goyle, he does it again, body-bind him and then gag him," Lucius said, and he turned his attention back to Draco. "There, that's better now?"
Draco nodded.
"Good," Lucius encouraged. "Now stand up."
Draco got to his feet, still feeling shaky, but breathing fine now. He looked at his father expectantly.
"Lean against the altar, spread your legs and hold onto it," Lucius instructed.
Draco frowned but nodded and rested his arse against the edge of the altar and held it with his hand, spreading his stance as much as he could.
His father stepped into the space provided by his open stance and began to kiss and touch him again. Long fingers found his nipples and began to tease them as the man sucked at the skin of his neck.
Draco gasped, his face flushing as he felt his body responding to those familiar touches. His nipples hardened and his cock began to fill.
Harry didn't look up. He stared at the floor as if in a daze. He wanted to kill Lucius more than Voldemort. Hatred that strong surprisingly made him feel numb. He took deeper breaths as Goyle started up his commentary again.
"He loves it, Potter," he said. "No one can touch Draco like his father. You couldn't make him feel that way." He chuckled.
Harry closed his eyes for a moment and then stared at the floor again. "No," he whispered.
Draco shivered as his father's hands continued down his body, sliding over his skin.
"Yes, Draco," Lucius encouraged, "that's it." He kissed his way to his son's mouth, licking at his lips as his right hand found its way between his son's legs, stroking the young man's growing erection, gently sliding the foreskin against along the shaft. "Remember when I taught you this?" he purred.
Draco nodded, gasping as those deft fingers worked on him. He remembered when his father had "taught him how to please himself."
Harry would have chosen Cruciatus over this. He began shaking again. That gasp was so familiar. That gasp was his. But he could do nothing to take it back, to save Draco from what his own flesh and blood was doing to him. He felt the bile rising in his throat.
"He's touching his nice, thick cock now. Tell me, Potter," said Goyle. "How many times did he fuck you with it?"
Harry vomited again.
Draco had begun to relax into that touch when he heard the sound of Harry getting sick again. It made him shudder, knowing how disgusted Harry was with him. He wanted to beg his father to stop. But he knew he couldn't. He had already agreed to this. His father kissed him as one hand wrapped around Draco's cock and the other cupped his balls. Any sound Draco would have made was swallowed by the older man's mouth. Then Lucius slid the lower hand back, his fingers questing entrance. Draco froze. His body shuddered violently and he brought his hand up, pushing at his father. He broke the kiss, wrenching his head away. "No, no, I can't," he said.
Harry was breathing heavily after throwing up. He raised his head weakly at Draco's words and stared at him.
"Relax," Lucius said. "It's not like you are a virgin anymore." He sounded irritated.
"No." Draco pushed harder and moved his body sideways, dislodging his father's hands on him. "I really can't," he tried to explain. "The binding. No one but Harry."
Lucius growled. "You are my son and you took an Unbreakable Vow."
Harry chuckled coldly and looked up at Lucius, feeling slightly mad. "Ha ha," he said. "His arse is mine, daddy." Suddenly, he had a plan - to do and say anything that might make Lucius hurt him.
Lucius frowned and stepped back from his son, glancing between Potter and the young man in front of him. "Explain your binding promises immediately," he snapped.
Harry snorted and said nothing, smirking at Lucius and sucking up some sick pleasure from his annoyance.
Draco almost laughed too, even though he knew this was going to be trouble. "The conditions were not... formally worded," he paused, smirking a bit, "but they include a provision that no one can touch my arsehole but him. In any way." He waited for his father's reaction to that.
Lucius looked dumbfounded for a minute. His eyes widened and then he scowled, turning away to cover his reactions. Walden barked a short laugh and then looked worriedly at Lucius. Lucius stood with his back turned, his hands clenched and anger evident in his posture.
Harry began laughing at Lucius. It was quiet at first, but grew louder and mocking. "My very own arsehole," he said. "You can't even touch it. You know how many times I've fucked him? It's quite good, really tight and hot. Too bad you'll never know." He felt hysterical. Hit me.
Lucius straightened and when he turned, his face was that classic cold expression. "Walden, cover Potter. Crabbe, Goyle, come here." He Summoned his wand from where he had laid it on the altar as the other men moved to obey his commands.
Draco's eyes widened and his heart raced as he recognised that look. He wanted to run, to do anything rather than wait to see what his father had in mind. But if he broke the Unbreakable Vow, not only would he die immediately, he would put Harry in danger. So he stood and waited.
Harry's breathing sped up at that. "No. What are you doing?" he asked quickly as Crabbe and Goyle moved away toward Lucius. There was nothing even close to being funny anymore.
"Stand on either side of Draco," Lucius told the two as they came up to him, and Walden took his place in front of Harry. "Catch him before he falls," Lucius said to the two men, and then he cast a body-bind on his son. Draco stared helplessly at his father as he cast the spell. He felt the other men grab him as the spell took effect.
Harry tried to see around the large man in front of him. "Get the fuck out of my way," he said, panting heavily. He was scared. This was not good. "What are you doing?" he asked again, growing a bit frantic. "Draco?"
Walden grinned at Harry, and stepped to the side a bit, still aiming his wand at Harry, but allowing them both a view of what was happening at the altar.
"Turn him around and bend him over the altar," Lucius told the two men, who moved to comply. They picked Draco up and turned with him, laying his upper body face down on the altar and his legs still touching the ground, holding the limp form in place. "You see, Potter," Lucius sneered, "you may have just given me the key to breaking your binding promise."
Harry let out a shuddering breath as cold dread filled him to the brim. "No," he said. "No, don't."
"Or what, Potter?" Lucius laughed. "Either way this will break the binding." He stepped up beside the altar, looking down into his son's face, stroking his cheek.
"Please don't!" Harry cried. "You could hurt him! Please!" He knew his words were useless. He struggled fruitlessly against the ropes binding him.
"Actually, it will probably kill him," Lucius said in a distracted tone as he continued to pet his son, caressing his hair and his back. "Always such a pretty boy," he purred at the man laying there. "I had intended for this to be pleasurable. A Malfoy coming of age ritual. But this is what we have."
"If you touch him, I'll kill you!" Harry screamed. "I'll fucking kill you!" His heart was beating madly "Don't touch him, please! I'll do anything!" He felt very much like he had on that night he had cut Draco's arm off. He would do anything to save Draco.
Lucius' head snapped up at that. "I already told you my conditions, Potter," he snapped. "Are you agreeing to them now?"
Tears returned to Harry's eyes. "Yes," he gasped. "Anything."