Like father, like son

This is my first Harry Potter fic, so please be nice. I am very much into the whole incest scene, but do not condone it in real life. Only fiction people.

Pairings:

LM/DM

Rated NC-17 for

Rape, Incest, violence, angst, abuse, rape


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I consider myself to be one of the most regal and respected men in the wizarding world. Not any man would dare to challenge my authority. You can say my reputation exceeds me. One would cower in my presence. In reality, I am god himself. But I lack certain advantages.

You would think a man of my stature got everything he wants. Sadly, no I haven\'t. I have realized that some things don\'t come to you by a snap of your fingers. You have to twist the rules sometimes. You have to pull arms and legs to get your way. Be manipulative if you wish to conquer your goal. But how far must one go?

My boundaries have been tested ever since birtbirth of my son. He was indeed a jewel at birth. His cold, gray eyes held a certain quality. It was a savage like gleam. He could get anything he wanted and all he had to do was shed a tear. He was a mere reflection of me.

Even now he is in his teens his beauty never wavered. His sleek blonde hair highlighted his pale yet beautiful skin. Though a bit on the scrawny side, his lean body could make even the oldest of woman, or men for that matter, hunger for him. Includine ofe of those is myself.

Though I love my son dearly, I often treat him inferior. Like he was nothing more than slime on my shoe. If it wasn\'t for our similar looks, no one could tell my son different from a servant. That is how I preferred it, but it was a side that not most knew about.

I would often lie in bed, and my arousal would peak to such a height at the thought of my son. It disgusted me for a while, but this only accented my son\'s appeal. I would often scold my son and all the while my erection grew painfully in my pants. It grew until I could not tear myself away from him. I didn\'t treat him differently because the fear of him finding out would scare me more than anything. After all, I wasn\'t one to show my feelings so... openly.

So, another day dawned. My son was on summer vacation from that dreadful school full of mudbloods and muggle lovers called Hogwarts. I never intended for him to go to such a filthy place, but his mother insisted that we send him there. My wife was very kindly, but indeed like a beast when angered. After being married to her for so long, I would not dare to go against her wishes. Though I don\'t have much respect for her, we stayed together only for our son. And she has yet to know, not that I would tell her, that I do not care for her, or any woman at all.

Not having much to do around the house, I was in the sitting room reading the latest issue of the Daily Prophet. I was reading about the latest cock and bull from my son\'s nemesis, Harry Potter. He repulsed me as well. His foolish ways were not unlike his idiotic parents, who were in the end slain by the dark lord. They always did let their bravery stand in the way of common sense.

Distracted by my reading, I hear a loud noise issuing from the basement of the mansion. I bolt up in a flash and take off towards the stairs leading to the bottom of the house.

Automatically I know that my son was behind the mischief. He always did put his nose where it didn\'t belong, and it has dug into a lot of things lately. What he was looking for was beyond me, but I was going to get to the bottom of this.

I arrive at the basement in a cloud of smoke. Waving it away from my eyes, I spotted my son crouched over a chest, examining different vials and stones. Angered, I walk straight to the chest and slam it down hard, his hand being caught in it.

\"OUCH!\" He cried out as he pulled his hand out, softly swearing. Lifting his gray eyes up to me, I glare at him.

\"What,\" I began in a hiss, \"did I tell you about poking around in my stuff?\" He stares back for a few moments before muttering,

\"Touch nothing that I shouldn\'t, father.\"

\"And what exactly do you think you are doing?\"

\"I was just-\" he began.

\"Yes?\"

\"I was just wondering if you had anything in here,\" he said lamely.

\"Draco, that is the worst excuse your mind could ever er. er. I want you out this instant.\" When he did not move quickly enough, I brandish a fist at him.

\"Now!\" He stalked out of the basement, throwing me a dirty look. I noticed this, and take off after him.

\"Do you have a problem with my rules?\" I ask in a deadly whisper.

\"No,\" he bit, bu, but catching my withering glare, he quickly adds, \"No, sir.\"

\"If you are not happy,\" I continue, \"you are more than welcome to leave.\"

\"No one said anything about-\"

\"Silence!\" I bellowed. His mouth closed shut. I move closer to him.

\"It seems as though the older you grow, the more rebellious you get. I see I shall have problems.\"

\"No you won\'t!\" He yelled, but I slap him hard on the cheek.

\"Do not raise your voice to me!\" I said dangerously. Tears welling in his eyes, he gives me an if-you-hit-me-again-I-will-kick-your-ass-look. I retort this by grabbing him by the collar.

\"Is there a problem?\"

\"No...Sir\"

\"You need some discipline. It seems that foul school has given you the impression that you can treat me any sort of way. I won\'t tolerate this.\" He tries to wriggle from my grasp, but my grip is too tight. I drag him upstairs to the first door on the left, my bedroom.

Cruelly, I shove him against the blood red bedspread. He goes to jump up, but I give him another stinging slap. Landing backwards on the bed, I use my knees and pin him uncomfortably on the bed. My left knee was inching closer to his groin, and my right knee was nudging him in his inner thigh.

\"You wish to fight me?\" I ask in a bit of a laugh. He continues to glare at me, but holds his tongue.

\"No answer?\" I ask him. Nothing at all.

\"Fine then. I see that I must teach you who runs things in this house?\"

\"You?\" He said hotly. My knee swung him painfully in his region and he bellows in pain.

\"Yes, me!\" I thundered. I grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up. He cries out in pain.

\"Mind your attitude Draco,\" I whispered in his ear. He tries to pull away from me, but I have too tight of a hold on his hair. I threw him back once more and straddled him. He notices my position, and begins to protest.

\"What are you doing?\" He said defiantly, but a whimper was in his voice.

\"Quiet!\" I snapped. \"You have to learn the hard way I\'m afraid.\"

I put one hand on his neck as I rip off the sweater he had on. As I lifted it off of his head, the sight of his naked body excited me. His body was pale, yet hkin kin was as soft as porcelain. With the impact of the cool room, his nipples, to his dismay, harden before my eyes. His narrow hips and soft-shaping belly was enough to make my cock stir in my pants.

He eyes me but does nothing in protest. Smiling with evil intent, I bite down on his neck, blood trickling down his neck. He cries out once more, his s bes beating me in the chest. I grab them and wrestle them to his sides.

\"Stop resisting,\" I whispered. \"It won\'t be easier for you.\" He squirms underneath me. My whole body is sitting directly on his waist, and to my surprise, I feel a hard lump pressing against my pants. I realize that I excited him.

Making no effort to slow down, I bite some more at his chest, causing him to hiss whether in pleasure or pain, and arriving at his nipples I suck vigorously. He moans, then catching this, he tries to buck me off. I bite hard on his nipples to stop him. It does, and once again, he is at my disposal.

I rock back and forth against him, rubbing the pressure between his legs. He kicks his legs, but I do not stop.

I slap him again and his resisting once again stops. With one hand I tug off his pants leaving him only in boxers. I feel around for the waistband, and slip a hand inside. Finding his throbbing erection, I squeeze it lightly, feeling his balls tighten.

\"Father, please...\" he moans, all resisting leaving him. Ignoring him, I tug those down as well. I wanted to take him now while he was vulnerable, but the next thing he said brought me completely back to earth.

\"Father...don\'t...stop,\" he whispers, not knowing that I heard him. Suddenly pissed off that he was not so vulnerable as he was moments ago, I take his arm and twist it behind his back making him cry out again. I didn\'t want him anymore. I didn\'t want him to want it. I wanted to take him with every bone in his body fighting against it. I did not wish to hear him pleading for more. I flip him backward on the bed.

\"Wait, what are you doing?\" He said panicky. I grabbed his neck and pull it upwards.

\"I told you to shut up, did I not?\" He growls at me. No longer wanting to be gentle with him, I punch him hard in the back. He screams in pain. Apparently, he had the wrong idea about what I was going to do with him. I lash at his back, his skin glowing red from my beating.

\"Father stop! Don\'t...do...this!\" He cries out as I smack him upside the head with my backhand. A speck of blood issues but I am no longer concerned. I shove him off of the bed. He lands on his back with a loud thump.

Grabbing his legs while we are on the floor, I lift him up and proceeds with the beating. His whole body is tinted with red as I smack him one last time, then drop him like dead weight. I kick him out of my way to the door.

\"I hope that your pain has lasted long enough for you to never disrespect me again,\" I growl. He is lying on the floor, eyes glassy, body unmoving. I slam the door hard, leaving behind my son and my painful erection that was ripping out of my pants.