A love like Tinted Glass

((A/N: IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ FATHER/SON INCEST, TURN AWAY NOW! If you DO want it, then read on, my darling deviants.))

Chapter 6: Under Control.

Lucius's POV


“Come now, boy. Contain yourself!” The aristocratic man barked as he circled his son. Lucius had no sooner arrived than he found himself pulling his feral offspring from the Zabini boy. It wasn't that it didn't seem Blaise was enjoying himself, but Draco was obviously insatiable in his current state, and there was no way at all that Blaise would be able to keep up for the whole night. Not one night away from the new moon. Taking his son by the hair, which to his displeasure had grown shaggy again, Lucius restrained a growling and whimpering Draco while Blaise shrugged on enough clothes that he could scurry out of the room. Finally, the younger Malfoy slipped from Lucius and rounded on his father, eyes wide and his breath ragged. Lucius simply stared down his nose at his towheaded son.

“Look at the state you're in. We only just had your hair cut before you left and it's returned to such a state... I suppose if it's going to be long, then it will be long. But you WILL take better care of your appearance. No Malfoy will look like a ruffian.” He stated calmly, unsheathing his wand from his cane. With a quick, wordless flick of his wand, the youngest Malfoy was launched onto the bed, bound by invisible ropes. After Draco let out a frustrated roar, straining against the bonds, Lucius cast a silencing spell on the room as though it was a huge inconvenience. He let out a drawn sigh, setting his wand on the bedside table. Malfoy Senior took his time, ignoring his son at the moment. It was obviously not a pressing issue to him that his son was writhing atop the bed, cock straining, seeking relief.

Disrobing himself primly, Lucius took his time in folding his clothes into a neat pile. Flicking the lights off, the room was illuminated solely by starlight now, and the sliver of what moon was left hanging in the sky. The dim glow from the windows cast Lucius' porcelain skin a mystic blue. But Draco was a whole other story. The young teens skin was a translucent silver under the light, taught over his toned, straining muscles., his hair like fine white gold, and his eyes a liquid platinum. It was breathtaking, even for Lucius who had witnessed his son in this state twice before already. The first time, the elder Malfoy had been beside himself mentally, trying to figure out what was morally the right thing to do. Draco was his responsibility, his son, and the most important person to him, as his heir. It didn't help that he felt partly responsible for what had happened to his child.

Lucius skimmed his own pale eyes over his son's body, a small smirk pulling over his lips. The first time, he'd really been torn. He almost had been incapable of taking care of what the boy needed. But in the end, he finally managed to swallow his emotions, and take care of business. The second time, he'd even been able to enjoy himself. This time, he was looking forward to working his only child over thoroughly.

“I had no idea I'd raised such a wanton slut, Draco.” He drawled out softly, pulling himself onto the mattress with the grace of a cat, drawing closer to his son. Draco arched sharply, growling. The tendons in his throat pulled tight as he strained. “Tsk tsk tsk.... Patience, child. All in due time. We have all night.” Lucius soothed, his broad but elegant hand taking purchase on his sons thigh, sliding it's way up the smooth length of skin. His actions earned him a more subdued mewl from the teen. Draco's body stilled in it's desperate undulating when Lucius finally started to touch him. He wanted more, but he didn't want to buck the hand away.

“Good boy...” Lucius said softly, and continued to smooth his hand over the silken skin around Draco's groin. Whining animalistically, Draco's hips rolled, seeking a more direct touch from his father. Lucius smirked a bit wider as he brushed a single fingertip up Draco's throbbing length, eliciting a hiss from the seemingly insane Slytherin. “Does it hurt, Draco? Is it that bad? If you're good, I'll give you what you're seeking.” The head boy growled back in response.

“Fuck... Me.” He let out through gritted teeth. Sitting back, Lucius chuckled deeply.

“As you wish.” He said. He would certainly be fucking Draco, but he never stated when. Twirling his hand with a flourish, the magic bonds that restrained Draco flipped him over, forcing his face to bury into the pillows, his ass hoisted into the air. Settling behind the head boy, Malfoy Senior smoothed his hands over his ass, thumbs digging into the firm flesh to pull them apart. “It's been far too long, Draco. You've gotten tight on me again. I'll have to stretch you out all over again.” Lucius hummed in a disappointed tone. Pulling his wand back to him from where it rested not far away, Lucius performed a quick cleaning spell on his son, followed by a lubricating spell. One last swish of his wand, and a silent command caused a set of leather gloves to fly from the older mans cloak to the bed. Catching them, Lucius deposited his wand onto the stand one more time, before fitting his hands into the snug dragon leather gloves. Smoothing his hands over his sons ass one more time, the elder Malfoys left hand drew back, only to fall sharply back to the flesh, the resounding slap that followed mingling in the chilled air of the room with Draco's muffled cry. Repeating the slap four more times, the platinum haired aristocrat leaned down, pressing an uncharacteristic kiss to the reddened flesh. Gripping those firm globes one more time, Lucius spread Draco to his sights, watching the shine of lubricant leak from the tight hole awaiting his attentions.

Pressing his ass closer to his fathers face, Draco whined like a dog in heat. “All in time, Draco. Patience. We have all night.” He said in as calm a tone as ever. Removing his dominant hand from the boys ass cheek, Lucius caught up some of the dribbling lubricant on one leather covered fingertip, smearing it around the tight ring of Draco's anus. Massaging in firm circles, the elder Malfoy teased at his sons asshole for a good few minutes, before pressing forward with a more insistent pressure. The muscle slowly gave way, sucking Lucius' digit deeper.

“Such a slut, your ass is swallowing up my finger, and begging for more.” It might have seemed odd, to anyone who knew Lucius, to hear such vulgar words escaping his artistically formed lips, but his voice was as smooth as velvet, and the lust laid over his tone like a tint over glass. Draco's stomach sank towards his spine as he relished in the sensation of leather stroking his tight passage. After a few mercy strokes of his digit inside of his son, Lucius drew his hand back, and pressed two fingertips against him once more. Pausing long enough to earn another impatient whine from his boy, Lucius smirked maliciously as he plunged both fingers deep into Draco. He felt a strange satisfaction from the pleasured sobbing.

Without respite, or any further mercy towards his son, Lucius began diligently stretching Draco, fingers scissoring into him, spreading and working the teens muscle into submission. Finally, managing to press three fingers into Draco, Lucius made the executive decision that he was stretched enough. Looking down at his own length, the patriarch of the Malfoy family knew that the sizeable endowment he had been gifted with was more in girth than what he'd prepared his son for. But he knew that his son, particularly in this state, shared more than their family's genetic code granting them a larger than average dick. Draco liked pain. Just like Lucius.

Gripping himself firmly with a leather clad hand, Lucius lined himself up to Draco's asshole, pressing into him slowly, until the head of his cock popped past the boys tight sphincter. Lucius moved both of his hands up to grip his sons trim waist. Gritting his teeth, and clenching his eyes at the tightness of Draco's inner walls, gripping him tightly, clenching and unclenching muscles, Malfoy Senior slammed his hips forward, flesh slapping against flesh as his cock buried to the hilt in the teens ass. Growling a few times, Lucius forced his control to remain iron. The howl of pleasured pain that Draco released, paired with the spasming massage the boys muscles were giving Lucius' cock nearly threw the older man over the edge right then. He had to last though, knowing his body wouldn't recover as fast as Draco's would. Drawing back, Lucius pulled his lithe body over Draco's, biting at his sons muscled shoulder, before shoving back inside without care or concern for any pain he might be causing his child..................

((A/N: Okay, dearies. If you've been a faithful reader up till this point, I'm sure you have some really useful input on the story! SO, I have decided that with each update now, I'll be doing a reviewers challenge. I'll ask a question that will allow you, the reader, to influence the direction of this story. Their will be at least 4 days between updates where you can submit your review for consideration. I'll pick the best suggestion each time, and implement it in the next chapter! SO!

1st REVIEWERS CHALLENGE QUESTION: How should Hermione react to running into Lucius in the the bathroom the next morning? ))