Vicious Dream

AN: This fic's inspiration was the song: Pieces of a Dream by Anastacia.

Summary: Harry is getting married to Draco, but fate decides that it is not meant to happen.
Before long Lucius notices, he is in love with that young dark-haired man he seduced only for pleasure.

Part1/2
I try to fly away but it's impossible


Smiling his cruel smile, Lucius walked to the bed, sitting down. "Come here," he ordered Harry. When Harry didn't move he barked, "I SAID come here!"

Uncertainly Harry walked over and sat down on the king-sized bed.

Lucius scooped Harry into his arms, holding tightly, not leaving any room for Harry to move in. "Has Draco kissed you yet?" Lucius' cold voice made Harry shiver.

"Y-yes," Harry stammered.

"You address me as sir," Lucius commanded icily.

"Yes, sir," Harry answered with more self-confidence.

Lucius smiled, pleased with Harry's answers. Lucius looked at Harry's body with an emotion in his eyes that Harry couldn't and didn't want to identify. "Tell me, has Draco taken you yet?"

It felt as if a huge block of ice had appeared into the pit of is stomach. "N-no, sir." He couldn't look at Lucius' face, so he closed his eyes.

Lucius let go of Harry, pushing him down on the floor, and pulling his wand from his pocket, he stood up, too. "Open my belt." Lucius threatened, pointing his wand at Harry.

With trembling hands, Harry opened Lucius' belt.

"Take it out."

Blinking back tears of shame, Harry lowered Lucius' briefs and took hold of his manhood.

"Good boy, Harry," Lucius said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Now, take it in your mouth."

Harry's jaw trembled with disgust and fear, but reluctantly he obeyed. As his lips closed around the older man's cock, Lucius grabbed the back of his head and started to fuck his mouth. With every push, Harry had troubles of breathing because of his gagging reflex.

He started coughing when Lucius' sperm filled the little space left in his mouth. Lucius pulled away, forcing Harry's mouth shut with his hands. "Swallow it."

With high difficulties, Harry swallowed the substance and his breathing returned to normal.

"Get on the bed," Lucius commanded. As soon as Harry sat down next to him, Lucius pulled him close again.

Harry tensed as Lucius kissed him roughly. He struggled, but he couldn't get free. Lucius smirked against his lips, forcing him to lie down. Lucius bit his neck, his hands roaming up and down Harry's body.

"How generous of my son to leave your virginity for me to take, isn't it?" Lucius breathed into his ear.

Harry whimpered. "Please no." His voice was weak, barely audible.

"I like it when you beg, Harry." Lucius licked his path up to his lips, biting down hard on Harry's lower lip.

Lucius turned Harry on his stomach. "Now, the real fun begins."

"No...." Harry moaned. "Please, don't." Tears spilled down his face as he begged for mercy he knew he would not get.

Lucius grabbed Harry's waist, lifting him up on his knees. He paid no heed to Harry's pleas and begging as he yanked Harry's jeans and pants down roughly. Harry tried to crawl away, but Lucius had him in a firm grip.

Lucius tsked at him. "You aren't going anywhere, Golden Boy," he said penetrating Harry's tight entrance with a finger.

Harry bit his lip hard as he felt that he was getting aroused because of Lucius' experienced hands.

Lucius added another finger, spreading Harry's legs to get a better access. He could have taken the boy without preparation, but he wanted him to suffer a different kind of pain first. He wanted him to know what it felt like to lose control of you own body.

He made sure that Harry's entrance was slick enough before he started to impale it with his cock.

Harry moaned in pain and pleasure. He hated his body for betraying him and it didn't help the matter when Lucius started to tease him into full hardness.

"Don't fight it, Potter, moan for me." Lucius' voice didn't sound so cold anymore as he was seated fully in Harry.

Harry's walls surrounding his cock rippled around him, making him bite his own lip to keep from moaning himself.

Harry obeyed his order and in return, Lucius started to pump in and out of him brutally fast.


***


When Harry woke up, he was in his own room at the Malfoy Manor. He sighed in relief. What if someone had seen him coming out of Lucius' bedroom in the morning? It would have been hard to explain.

Without any warning, the door opened and Draco's head poked in. "Good morning, love." Draco smiled as he walked over to the bed.

Harry didn't even bother to try. He was feeling dirty and nauseous at the thought of what he had done.

"Are you okay? You look a little pale," Draco said, worrying over his soon-to-be husband.

"No, I'm just hungry. I didn't eat much yesterday." It wasn't a lie. He hadn't ate anything the day before and now his stomach was lurching almost painfully.

Draco smiled gently at him. "Come on, we have to get you some breakfast, gorgeous." Draco pecked his lips, pulling Harry out of the bed.

Everything went smoothly after that. Draco obviously didn't suspect a thing and Harry was lucky enough not to see Lucius during the whole day. He wasn't sure why he hadn't told Draco right away that Lucius had raped him. He wasn't even sure if it was a rape. He could have fought back harder if he had wanted to, but he hadn't.

Somehow it had been Lucius who always caught his attention, not Draco. Draco was too soft. He lacked the air of superiority that Lucius had around him. Lucius was like some sort of god. He could easily decide whether you lived or died just by snapping his fingers.

Something in Lucius made Harry to look up to him. With the coldness in his eyes and with his posture, Lucius attracted Harry even more. Yes, he knew that he was attracted to Lucius in some level, but what had happened yesterday was wrong in many ways.

Somebody kissing his lips softly, woke him from his musings.

"Come love, we have so much to do before the wedding. We have to get up early if we are to do it all in a month," Draco said, leading him at the door to his rooms.

"Would you spend the night with me, Harry? Draco asked, taking hold of his hand.

"Draco I don't know--"

"I'm holding on to the tradition, so you have nothing to fear. I just want to sleep next to you, love."

"I...I can't." Harry looked away from Draco's pleading eyes.

"I understand, Harry. Good night." Draco kissed his cheek before retreating into his own room.

Harry's room was opposite to his, and with tears in his eyes, Harry walked the few steps to his sanctuary.


***


The garden outside Malfoy Manor was spectacular. All the different colours swarming together in a gentle breeze. It was easy for Harry to be at ease in such scenery. He sat alone under a cherry tree, enjoying the silence and harmony of the garden.

After a tense breakfast with Lucius, Draco had pitied Harry and sent him out for some fresh air. Harry heard someone approaching him. Trusting it to be Draco, he wasn't prepared to face the head of the house, Malfoy senior, so soon.

Lucius gracefully sat besides him. They bathed in silence for what felt like an eternity for Harry.

"Draco has gone for some business concerning your wedding," Lucius drawled in his ever-cold voice.

Harry rather felt than saw Lucius leaving. He glanced at the retreating back of the older man, contemplating if he was supposed to follow the man. He returned to look at the black roses among the white ones. He would have to tell Draco what had happened, but it would not be easy, since he knew how much Draco respected his own father. Lucius was not a bad person. He just wasn't very willing to show his emotions, and that made it hard for Harry to know what to make of him.

Why had Lucius come to tell him that Draco was not home if his only purpose was to rape him again? Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he sighed. He wouldn't find out the answer if he didn't ask Lucius himself, so he stood up and followed the route Lucius had taken to the house.

Harry found him in his study sitting behind his desk with a glass in his hand. No love was wasted between them as they gazed each other coldly. The cold gaze Harry received still succeeded to warm him in a way Draco's gaze never could.

"Are you going to tell Draco?" Lucius swirled the alcohol in his glass lazily.

"And you are not going to?" Harry replied, raising a brow.

Lucius smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "What is there to tell?" He set the glass on his desk, standing.

That comment hurt Harry more than he realized. It made him feel as if he was some common whore.

"Come here, Harry."

"No." Harry stood his ground. He would not give in this time.

"You want me to tell Draco that it was you who offered yourself to me, seducing me." Lucius smirked, this time amused as he watched Harry's fidgeting.

"You wouldn't dare!" Harry's face was red from anger.

"Come here or I will," Lucius commanded icily.

"He wouldn’t believe such thing anyway."

"You actually believe that?" Lucius asked raising his brow.

Reluctantly Harry walked over the room to where Lucius stood. Lucius raised his hand to touch Harry's cheek gently, and Harry was not fooled to think that Lucius would ever really be honestly that gentle to him. Lucius cupped his cheek, placing a soft kiss onto corner of his mouth. He locked eyes with Harry, and Harry was almost swept off his feet when he saw the softness in Lucius' eyes.

"Why are you doing this, Lucius?" Harry whispered, taking a step backwards, but Lucius grabbed his arm and pulled him back to where he was.

"Let me go," he resisted weakly as Lucius wrapped his arm around him and stepped closer to him, while his other hand rose behind Harry's head, fingers sinking into his unruly hair.

"I'm doing this because I want to," Lucius said before dipping Harry's head back and kissing him fully onto lips.

Although, Lucius' kiss made him dizzy, Harry tried to pull himself free, but Lucius' hold was like steel.

"But I'm marrying your son," Harry breathed when Lucius pulled away long enough to move his lips onto Harry's neck.

"It doesn't change anything, Harry." Lucius' hot breath tickled his ear. "You are mine to take if I want." Lucius lifted Harry onto his desk, undressing him roughly. By the time he was ready, Harry was already moaning helplessly under him.


***


Harry was sitting in the library when Draco came home. Draco kissed his forehead gently, sitting down next to him. "What have you been up to today, my love?"

Harry raised his eyes from the book he was reading. "I just came from outside. I sat in the garden; it really is beautiful," he said, putting his book down on the table in front of the couch they were sitting on.

Draco looked confused. "Really? But it has been raining heavily for a few hours already."

It was now when Harry noticed the dampness of Draco's hair. "It has? Oh, then I must have been reading here much longer than I thought." Harry wanted to kick himself for his stupidity.

"Then this distraction is more than welcome." Draco smirked, capturing Harry's lips into a soft kiss.

With sense of duty, Harry kissed his fiancé and soon Draco noticed his lack of enthusiasm.

Draco sighed. "What is bothering you, Harry?"

Harry looked away. "It's nothing." He swallowed thickly.

"Come on." Draco took his hand, leading him out of the library.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"You'll like it, I promise." Draco just smiled mysteriously, walking through a doorway Harry had never seen before.

They arrived into a spacious bathroom; in the middle of it was a huge bathtub - or it could be called a pool just because of it size.

"This is Father's private bathroom, but I'm sure he won't mind if we use it this one time."

Only the thought of Lucius caused Harry to tense up.

Draco saw how Harry was standing as if he was made of stone. He reached over to massage his shoulders to ease the tension. "I'll put a special bath running for you. Take your clothes off in the meantime." Draco walked over the huge bathtub, selecting good bath oil for Harry as the water ran.

Harry didn't even make a move to do as Draco told him to, and Draco glanced over his shoulder, seeing this.

"What is it, Harry? You have been like this the whole day. Have I done something to cause you to be so distant?"

Harry clasped his hands together, trying to stop them from shaking so badly. Harry swallowed thickly. "No, you haven't done anything."

"Then what is it, Harry?" Draco asked softly.

Harry opened his mouth, and licked his lips several times, but he couldn't find the right words. For a few minutes, neither said a thing - Harry staying by the door and Draco looking at him with concerned eyes.

What should I do? I can't go on living like this. He will find out eventually.

"I can't marry you, Draco," Harry finally whispered.

"What?" Draco's brows furrowed.

"I've been lying to you. We cannot get married. You wouldn't even want to anymore, right? You have every reason to hate me, Draco. I'll leave--"

"Enough!" Draco stopped his rambling. "What the hell are you talking about, Harry?"

"I..." Harry buried his face into his hands, falling to his knees.

"Harry!" Draco rushed to him. "What is the matter? You said that you have been lying to me, about what?"

"I'm not a virgin."


***

Footsteps echoed in the vast room.

"Harry?"

Harry started to cry harder as he recognized the voice of Lucius. He didn't notice Lucius walking across the room. He jumped a little when Lucius pulled him into a warm embrace but still he wrapped his arms around Lucius’ neck crying into his collar.

"Everything will be alright." Lucius rocked him back and forth, gently running his fingers through his hair, while whispering comforting words into his ear.


***


After Lucius had tucked Harry into his bed to sleep away his worries, he headed towards his son's room. He entered and saw Draco sitting on the windowsill.

"Father." Came a court greeting.

"I just found Harry crying in my bathroom. What on earth did you say to him?"

"What makes you think I did anything to upset him?" Draco snapped hatefully.

Lucius stared into his son's eyes. "He said you are going to leave him."

Draco's eyes flashed dangerously. "Did he?"

Lucius narrowed his eyes. "Tell me what he meant, Draco."

"He's cheated on me, Father," Draco said, looking straight into his father's eyes.