Sugar Daddy

Title: Sugar Daddy
Pairing: James/Harry, Lucius/Draco, Draco/Harry hints
Warnings: slash, incest, D/s, spanking, AU (is that a warning?)
Notes: started out as just some drabble, but got a bit bigger. I like how I started this, but I’m not too sure with the ending. And sorry about the title of the fic, but I couldn’t think of anything else to call it.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; JKR does.
Summary: Er—father/son, master/slave thing going on (dom/sub). Basically the two masters (James and Lucius) show off their slaves… er… sons. :-D


“Nice to see you again, Mr. Potter.”

“Nice to see you, too, Mr. Malfoy.”

“Let’s cut the formalities, James. It would be too difficult to separate one from the other—if you catch my meaning.”

“Yes,” said James. His eyes strayed from Lucius’s fist, down the leash he was holding, to the other end that was tied to a collar, which was snug around Lucius’s son’s neck.

“Have you met my son Draco?” Lucius asked, tugging the leash forward. Draco moved obediently, still kneeling at his father’s feet.

“I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure,” said James. “You know my son, though, don’t you, Draco?”

“Answer the man, Draco,” said Lucius, as he pulled taut on the leather leash.

“Yes, sir,” Draco said meekly.

“Oh, speaking of which… where is your son?” Lucius asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Er—he’s right he—“ James jerked his hand forward, but he didn’t feel any resistance on the other end of his leash. He blinked in confusion and then looked down to see that there was no one there. He sighed. “Damn it.”

Lucius laughed. “Got away again, did he?”

James pinched at the bridge of his nose in irritation. He took a few deep, calming breathes, and then looked back at Lucius.

“He couldn’t have gone far. He was just here a moment ago…”

“Of course,” said Lucius. “It is a big place, though. My mansion can be quite the maze if one doesn’t know where they’re going.”

“I’ll find him,” James growled. “And when I do—”

“There, there, now, James—no need to lose your temper just yet. Would you like some help in finding him?”

“Er—I don’t think that will be necessary. I’m sure I’ll find him…”

“Quite,” said Lucius. He looked down at Draco, who had been eyeing the empty leash in James’s hand in what would be considered curiosity.

James stormed through the hallways, about ready to hex the shadows in frustration when he caught a sudden movement behind a suit of armor. In a flourish, James took out his wand and then pointed it at the spot behind the armor.

“ –Accio son!” he snarled, and then the suit of armor fell over as a lanky form came barreling toward him. James opened his arms and caught his son who’d been wearing a wide, almost scared, expression on his face the whole time. “Harry—”

“I’m sorry!” Harry gasped. “I’m sorry, Father! Please don’t punish me…”

James raised an eyebrow. He still had his arms wrapped tightly around Harry’s chest, right below the armpits as he stared down into Harry’s wild, green eyes. Harry was limp in his arms, but James could feel his body tight as a bowstring—shaking. Without a word, James made him stand on his own two feet, and with one hand, lifted the end of the leash to hook to the collar again.

“Dad—?” Harry said in a shaky whisper.

“I am not happy with you, Harold James Evans Potter—” Harry winced at the use of his full name. “I’ll deal with you about this later…”

“Dad, please—“

“You’re to call me ‘father’ in public. You understand me, Harry?”

“Yes, father…”

“And you will obey me. No more running off…”

“Father, please—I don’t like Lucius!”

“Oh. Is that why you ran off?” Harry nodded. “So, just where were you planning to run off to?” Harry bowed his head and shrugged his shoulders. “Well,” James wrapped the leash around his fist tightly, “don’t do it again. I won’t be made a fool in front of Lucius Malfoy. I’ll be a laughing stalk if it got out that my own son wouldn’t even listen to me. They already call you the difficult one; don’t make things worse. Understand?”

“Yes, father.” Harry continued to stare at his feet.

“Come,” said James, jerking the leash. Harry followed, scuffling his feet all the way.

Entering the room, James spotted where Lucius and his son had made themselves comfortable. In the corner, cushions and poufs of all colors surrounded them. Lucius lay back on a bed that looked to have been used by Cleopatra herself, Draco on the floor next to him. All that was missing were the fan girls.

“You found him,” Lucius’s voice boomed throughout the room.

“Yes,” said James. He looked over at his son, who was glaring at Lucius with his usual defiance glare. It had been quite a while since he’d seen that look. “Say hello, Harry.”

“Hello,” said Harry, still giving Lucius a hateful stare.

“Looks like the rumors are true,” Lucius chuckled. “He is a difficult one, isn’t he?”

“If he does not behave,” James said, looking at Harry, “he will get his punishment now instead of later.”

Harry stared up at his father, eyes widening.

“Later?” said Lucius. “Why are you waiting until later? The boy needs discipline, James. If you don’t discipline him, he will keep disobeying you.”

“I will discipline my own son the way I will,” said James. “In private.”

Lucius tutted, shaking his head. “It’s no wonder he is so difficult with you. You give him too much lee-way.”

It was James’s turn to feel riled. “Don’t question my methods of raising and chastising my own son.”

“I am merely pointing out your problem,” said Lucius, looking as if it were an off-hand comment. “If it were my son, he’d be getting his punishment right now,” Lucius began stroking Draco’s hair in a loving way. “But my son knows better. Why? Because I don’t hold back on punishments.”

James ground his teeth as he stared at Lucius. Harry was looking back and forth from his father to Lucius in hopes that his father won’t do what he was thinking he’d end up doing.

“But, if you want your son to keep thinking that he can get away with things—then by all means…”

“I’m NOT holding back!” James sneered. “I just don’t think it’s right to do so in front of you—“

“That never stopped me,” said Lucius coolly. “Ahh, once were the days that I had to take Draco over my knee in Knockturn Alley. I even did so a couple times in Borgin & Burkes. Mr. Borgin didn’t seem to mind…”

“Why should I punish my son in front of you? I mean—we probably have different methods for disciplining…”

“Would you like some pointers?”

“No!” James said, feeling rather offended. How dare Lucius tell him how to punish his own son!

“Daddy?” Draco suddenly spoke. Lucius raised a brow at his son, signaling to go on. Draco went red, and then raised himself up enough to whisper something in his ear. Lucius nodded.

“My son thinks you should punish your son right now, too. It would teach him a very valuable lesson, don’t you think so, James?”

James looked frustrated, and Harry was staring at Draco in shock. Draco winked at Harry, making Harry blush.

“If you like, you’re both welcome to stay the night, if you do. You could have dinner and a bath, and your very own bedroom.”

While Lucius was explaining all this, Harry had been slowly backing up, wanting to bolt. Suddenly, James felt a soft tug on the leash and looked over to just notice that Harry was trying to get away. Harry blushed, sheepishly, from being caught. James stared at his son for a good while, and then took hold of the leash and yanked Harry forward.

“You know what, Lucius? I think you have a point. I should punish Harry now.”

“Father, no!” Harry cried. “Please… I—I wasn’t going to leave—“

“He’s a little liar, James,” said Lucius. “I recognized the look he had in his eyes. He wanted to try escaping again.”

“No! No, I didn’t!” Harry proclaimed. He was fighting against his father’s pulls, as if they were doing a tug of war game. “I swear, I was just—I just wanted some space!”

“If my son behaved like this, I would have hexed him from here to Venus by now,” Lucius said.

Harry’s eyes went wide. “Father…”

“DON’T argue with me anymore, Harry!” James shouted. “You’re embarrassing me enough as it is!”

That got Harry to lax his hold on the leash (looking the world of hurt), and James pulled Harry forward again. Harry stumbled slightly from the momentum, almost ramming into his father in the process. James found a nice, crimson colored pouf and sat down. He tugged on the leash as he patted his knee. “Down, Harry. You need to learn your place.”

Harry’s eyes darted from his father to Lucius and Draco and back again. “Please, father… not in front of…”

“NOW, Harry. Don’t make me Stupefy you!” That produced a whine out of Harry and an impressed nod from Lucius.

Going beet red, Harry laid himself carefully across his father’s lap, shutting his eyes. Draco shifted on his cushion by Lucius’s feet, trying to get a better look. Lucius placed a warm hand on Draco’s shoulder.

After taking a deep breath, James slid Harry’s small shorts off, exposing the boy’s arse. He kept a forearm on Harry’s back to hold him still, and then raised his other hand. James fought the need to look over and see how Lucius was taking all of this, but he kept himself focused on the task at hand. Harry was shaking as he tried to hold onto his father’s leg and the edge of the pouf, going redder and redder every minute.

James’s hand finally came crashing down on Harry’s arse, producing a soft gasp from his son. His father usually started out small when punishing, becoming harder and harder with each smack. However, James didn’t deliver many soft blows. They got harder quicker, making Harry cry out unexpectedly in pain.

“Sounds like he doesn’t get many spankings at all, doesn’t he, Daddy?” said Draco in a low tone, but Harry had heard him and flushed even hotter from the comment. The harsh sting of his father’s large hand reminded him of where he was and what was happening. A few more skillful, hard swats later, and James was lifting his son up and into his lap. Harry gasped softly at the feel of his sore bottom on James’s coarse trousers.

“Harry?” James rubbed at his son’s back in gentle circles. Harry just buried his face into the crook of his father’s neck.

“That wasn’t bad,” said Lucius. James’s head snapped up just in time to see Lucius adjusting his trousers. “It does seem to me that you don’t spank him as often as you should, however. You didn’t seem to be spanking him that hard, yet he was acting as if you were giving him the rough treatment.”

James’s circling hand on Harry’s back sped up. “I haven’t had to spank him in a while, actually. Besides, when I do end up spanking him, I start out real slow and then work my way to the harsher ones.”

“I see… you were getting it done and over with, then?” Lucius shook his head and sighed. “You’re too soft on him, James.”

Harry frowned into his father’s shoulder, but James nuzzled the side of his face against Harry’s temple, and then kissed it softly.

“But I love him just the way he is.”