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Chiaroscuro
Title: Chiaroscuro
Pairings: Lucius/Draco Lucius/Severus
Squicks: Incest, chan, fisting, bdsm.
Inspired by the Learning by Numbers Challenge at Pornish_pixies
Dedicated to switchknife, recs site, rareslash and all. And Icarus (in dedication part the second) for reading it and being very useful with writing critique – and the gurks (else they would lynch me)
Chiaroscuro
Blonde hair on black sheets. Bars of light striking a beat across the bed – light, dark light. Tender virgin flesh laid out for the eating. Lucius sighs. There was something irredeemable in fucking your own son. But he was, after all, a Malfoy. And as such, entitled to the pinnacle of beauty which was trussed and tied beneath him.
Such twisted submission, such a willingness to debase himself, Lucius has trained him wisely, his first, his fist, and the pummeling; arching dangerously back into himself. A cold, white back threatening to break as Lucius drives him to the point of insanity with a short sharp thrust. The meeting of the arm and arse, nary a shade difference between the two skin tones, conjoining effortlessly. Fluid gasps and hard won moans of pleasure. The chaffed wrists where the leather bonds dig into his skin. And the debauched mouth slowly dropping open as the ridiculous heights of pleasure are reached. White back snapping. Lucius is in control. There is little pleasure for him here and he likes that. Degradation and control.
He wishes that polyjuice did not take a full month to brew. This would be the last time in a while that Draco would be stretched out before him, that this debasement and command, this tortured penetration, would be applied to the boy beneath him. The holidaere ere coming.
His son would be home soon, and this poor twisted facsimile beneath him would have to go. It would not do for Draco to meet his doppelganger exiting his fathers bedchambers in the early hours of the morning.
No – when Draco is home, Lucius is his.
And Severus had served his purpose now. Three months of humiliation and pain, wrangled tortures and the defilement of his son’s body. The heaving writhing slattern of term time, and the points when polyjuice started to fade and the light silver eyes fade into ebony pools. Then the bars on the bed really do replicate his prison.
Yes, Lucius really wished that polyjuice did not take a month to brew.
When Draco returned from school, Lucius would secede all control. He knew this. Draco is his soul, body, mind, flesh. He cannot debase his own. So he lets his son take the lead, and in vestal innocence he tries to comply with father’s wishes.
Instead of the arousal being formed off of twisted torture and tired restraints, it is now part and parcel of the easing apart of milky thighs, the confused pleasure and shock intermingled in the knowledge of how his father manages to please him just so, how his father always knows exactly where to press, lick, suck, bite.
Lucius gets his practice while Draco sleeps soundly in Slytherin sheets.
The gentle arching of Draco’s back to a touch, as opposed to the violent lashings which would cause Severus to do the same. Lucius always felt the need to fuck Severus in the darkness. Draco he pleasures in the light.
There is a certain slant that Draco has, his real son, a certain curve of his back that makes it ever so easy for him to slip his cock in. Severus even when cloaked in the same form, with the same passage, is always a bit of a struggle. Always remembers how Lucius used to fuck him in his own skin. Always remembers how much his debasement pleased Lucius.
Severus turns his son into a whore.
And one day, Lucius knows that he will forget and desecrate his virgin son beneath him. Introduce him to the pleasures of pain.
He looks forward to that day.
Pairings: Lucius/Draco Lucius/Severus
Squicks: Incest, chan, fisting, bdsm.
Inspired by the Learning by Numbers Challenge at Pornish_pixies
Dedicated to switchknife, recs site, rareslash and all. And Icarus (in dedication part the second) for reading it and being very useful with writing critique – and the gurks (else they would lynch me)
Chiaroscuro
Blonde hair on black sheets. Bars of light striking a beat across the bed – light, dark light. Tender virgin flesh laid out for the eating. Lucius sighs. There was something irredeemable in fucking your own son. But he was, after all, a Malfoy. And as such, entitled to the pinnacle of beauty which was trussed and tied beneath him.
Such twisted submission, such a willingness to debase himself, Lucius has trained him wisely, his first, his fist, and the pummeling; arching dangerously back into himself. A cold, white back threatening to break as Lucius drives him to the point of insanity with a short sharp thrust. The meeting of the arm and arse, nary a shade difference between the two skin tones, conjoining effortlessly. Fluid gasps and hard won moans of pleasure. The chaffed wrists where the leather bonds dig into his skin. And the debauched mouth slowly dropping open as the ridiculous heights of pleasure are reached. White back snapping. Lucius is in control. There is little pleasure for him here and he likes that. Degradation and control.
He wishes that polyjuice did not take a full month to brew. This would be the last time in a while that Draco would be stretched out before him, that this debasement and command, this tortured penetration, would be applied to the boy beneath him. The holidaere ere coming.
His son would be home soon, and this poor twisted facsimile beneath him would have to go. It would not do for Draco to meet his doppelganger exiting his fathers bedchambers in the early hours of the morning.
No – when Draco is home, Lucius is his.
And Severus had served his purpose now. Three months of humiliation and pain, wrangled tortures and the defilement of his son’s body. The heaving writhing slattern of term time, and the points when polyjuice started to fade and the light silver eyes fade into ebony pools. Then the bars on the bed really do replicate his prison.
Yes, Lucius really wished that polyjuice did not take a month to brew.
When Draco returned from school, Lucius would secede all control. He knew this. Draco is his soul, body, mind, flesh. He cannot debase his own. So he lets his son take the lead, and in vestal innocence he tries to comply with father’s wishes.
Instead of the arousal being formed off of twisted torture and tired restraints, it is now part and parcel of the easing apart of milky thighs, the confused pleasure and shock intermingled in the knowledge of how his father manages to please him just so, how his father always knows exactly where to press, lick, suck, bite.
Lucius gets his practice while Draco sleeps soundly in Slytherin sheets.
The gentle arching of Draco’s back to a touch, as opposed to the violent lashings which would cause Severus to do the same. Lucius always felt the need to fuck Severus in the darkness. Draco he pleasures in the light.
There is a certain slant that Draco has, his real son, a certain curve of his back that makes it ever so easy for him to slip his cock in. Severus even when cloaked in the same form, with the same passage, is always a bit of a struggle. Always remembers how Lucius used to fuck him in his own skin. Always remembers how much his debasement pleased Lucius.
Severus turns his son into a whore.
And one day, Lucius knows that he will forget and desecrate his virgin son beneath him. Introduce him to the pleasures of pain.
He looks forward to that day.