Sweet Dreams

Title: Sweet Dreams

Author: Chickalupe

Feedback: ooh, makes me feel all tingly… chickalupe@juno.com

Site: chickalupe.livejournal.com

Fandom: HP

Pairing: LM/DM

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: none really, SS/PS if you push it.

Warnings: PWP, slash, incest, chan, oral, anal, fingering, frottage, etc. etc. Draco is so underage here it's not even funny, doing nasty stuff with Lucius. TURN BACK, OH YE WHO BE FAINT OF HEART! No flames, please.

Disclaimer: J K Rowling, goddess of all things HP, owns everything you see here. I just make the pretty boys do naughty things without her permission, but the boys secretly enjoy it.

Summary: Draco likes to sleep in his father’s bed, and Lucius likes to let him.

Author Note: Side-story to my fic “Like Ripples In a Pond”. Takes place somewhere between Chapters One and Two, although you don’t need to read that first to understand this. All you really need to know is that Narcissa has been dead for four years at this point, making Draco about ten years old.

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Dedicated to my own true love, and the keeper of my heart- my darling Vlad. Happy Anniversary, dearest.

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It started out as comfort for them both; or at least that was what Lucius told himself; even after a few days stretched into a few months, which in turn became a few years. Draco was still vulnerable after the loss of his mother, indifferent parent although she may have been, and needed to have Lucius nearby to keep the bad dreams away. As for Lucius, it was possible that he missed having someone to hold close at night, though Narcissa and he had been sleeping in separate bedrooms since long before her demise.

Perhaps it was not that he missed anything in particular, but that these were brand-new feelings; new sensations that Lucius quickly found himself becoming addicted to.

Oh, and such sensations! The softness of downy-pale skin pressed against his own, the half-caress of a tiny hand sleepily brushing across his abdomen, the small blond head pillowed so trustingly onto his chest. All combined, they worked to slowly drive Lucius straight into madness.

‘This is my son,’ he tried to reproach himself as he inhaled deeply the smell of talcum powder and cloves that was Draco’s own scent, letting it fill his lungs until it was in every breath he took.

‘He’s much too young,’ Lucius thought semi-desperately when a hot little thigh slipped between his own, rubbing persistently at his groin.

‘He can’t possibly know what he’s doing to me,’ Lucius reasoned. He shut his eyes tightly against the way Draco buried his face in Lucius’ hair, and how the deep exhalations of sleep ruffled that certain spot behind his ear; the very spot which was always guaranteed to drive him insane.

Lucius was a man who prided himself on his masterful self-control in all areas of life. He had restraint drilled into his head almost before he could talk.

However, he was a Malfoy, and Malfoys always got what they wanted... one way or another. His ambition constantly goaded at him to make his goal, Draco, his own.

For quite some time Lucius managed to keep an iron grip on his baser nature, reigning himself in when he wanted to taste, to touch, to take. However, even iron has a breaking point.

It was a hot night in July when the inevitable finally occurred. England was having one of its worst heat waves on record. Cooling spells could only do so much, and the manor was quite stifling, even with the windows cracked to create a breeze. As the boiling weather stretched on over several weeks, Draco had taken to wearing less and less to bed until he wore nothing at all. Lucius had eventually conceded to this wisdom and gone nude himself. After all, there was nothing worse than trying to sleep in a pool of one’s own sweat.

‘Except perhaps for having a hot, tight, naked arse rubbing against your cock and being able to do nothing about it,’ Lucius amended to himself. Sleep quite eluded him, for obvious reasons.

The two Malfoys lay on their sides, spooned together. The bed hangings were tied back, and the top sheet had long since been kicked to the foot of the bed. Draco seemed to be particularly restless this evening. Every time Lucius started to drift off, that pert little bum shifted maddeningly on his crotch, jerking him immediately back to wakefulness with a throb from said vicinity.

A light sheen of perspiration covered them both, and the deep valley between Draco’s buttocks seemed especially slick. It was a groove that accepted Lucius’ semi-erect penis as if it had been made for it, sliding up and down the hard length over and over until Lucius was continually biting his lip in frustration.

Then, the squirming began.

Draco rhythmically wiggled and swiveled his little hips as if he were stirring a bloody cauldron with them.


…Squirm…


…Squirm…


…Squirm…


Lucius snapped, or came as close as he ever would. Even in the midst of a lust-fueled fever, he showed more control than most. He gently curved one palm over Draco’s left hip, rather than following wicked instincts to grab hard enough to cause bruises. Oh-so-carefully, he thrust against the dark crevice, letting his cock drag slowly over the one place in which it most longed to be buried. Perhaps if he were quiet enough and his touch light enough, he could relieve himself without Draco being any the wiser.

“Yessss…” came the soft hiss from his son’s lips.

Lucius froze at the sound, his erection brushing Draco’s testicles, his free hand clawing into the sheet.

“Don’t stop; please,” was the plaintive murmur.

The miniature blond head slowly turned to look over his shoulder at his father. Draco’s enormous grey eyes, so like Lucius’ own, seemed luminous in the moonlight.

“Draco?” whispered Lucius, his voice full of wonder. ‘Could this be real?’

“I’ve been waiting so long…” A small smirk formed on Draco’s mouth. “I’d tried just about everything. I thought you were never going to give in.”

Lucius felt his eyes narrow. So his son thought him so easily manipulated? They would soon see who was the true Slytherin here.

“Oh, really?” Lucius drawled out slowly.

He leaned forward and took the smirking lips in a forceful kiss that went on and on; because finally finally finally Lucius could taste, letting himself investigate the moist cavern that was sweeter than any bee’s honey. His tongue insinuated itself in the hot little mouth, stroking against its smaller counterpart with savor and entwining it in the most complicated of dances. Lucius mapped every slick, velvety crevice until the pressing need for oxygen called for a stop to his exploration.

With reluctance on both their parts, the kiss ended. Draco panted shallowly in his father’s arms. At some point, he had gotten turned around until they were face to face.

Lucius gave a self-satisfied smirk that revealed where Draco had learned his. “Teasing Daddy is such a very naughty thing to do,” he drawled slowly. “You shall have to be punished for that later. Right now…” His hand trailed down Draco’s stomach toward the precious little cock, so proudly pointing upwards. “Let us explore,” he finished with some satisfaction, grasping his prize.

Questing fingers felt the baby-soft skin around the base of the organ, as Draco had sprouted very little hair so far. Most men in their family had naturally smooth genitals, so perhaps Draco would always be sparse there. Lucius tested the weight of the cock in his palm, sliding up to the uncircumcised head and fondling the foreskin. A little bead of clear moisture welled up from the slit, and Lucius gently captured it with his thumb. He carefully lifted the droplet up to his lips and sucked, cheekbones hollowed, eyes closing as he savored the taste like a bouquet of the finest wine.

Draco watched, transfixed. His body gave an involuntary shiver at the sight of Lucius performing such a blatantly sexual act, letting out a moan he could not curb. Lucius’ eyes flicked open, the expression in them unmistakably smug even as he gave his thumb an exaggerated last lick and released it.

“Father,” gasped Draco.

Lucius smiled a Cheshire Cat’s grin, extremely pleased with this reaction. He leaned and captured Draco’s mouth once more, bearing the smaller frame down into the mattress. With the fraction of his mind not focused on the kiss, Lucius reached one hand under the pillow for his wand resting there. As they separated, he flicked it in an absent gesture and lit the candelabrum across the room, the better to see Draco’s passion-flushed face and swollen lips.

Lucius looked down at Draco with covetous delight, overjoyed that this prize was finally his. A bounty had been spread out before him, and Lucius let his gluttonous eyes have their fill.

Awaiting him was an expanse of milky-white skin-- a complexion caused to some extent by heredity and partly from aversion to the sun. He took note of the tiny nipples, like sugar-covered raspberries perched on Draco’s chest; the sleek stomach and the tempting dip of the navel; and the petite pink organ that jutted from betwixt creamy thighs. ‘Delicious,’ Lucius thought.

“Oh, my Sweet Dragon,” he breathed, “The things I shall teach you.”

Draco’s eager grey eyes glittered upwards, filled with hope. “Promise?”

A subdued growl was the only response as Lucius swooped in, targeting not Draco’s pouty lips, but the inviting head of his cock. He let the firm flesh ease within his mouth, tasting his son properly for the first time, memorizing his flavor.

‘Mine,’ he thought possessively to himself. ‘All for me.’

Lucius bobbed his head excruciatingly slowly, never taking in more than half of the little penis in what quickly became torture for Draco. Up…down…up…down…up… again and again, taunting and teasing with years of practice until Draco was borderline incoherent.

“Daddy… Please… Can’t!” Draco almost sobbed.

Lucius released his treat with a discrete slurp, ignoring Draco’s groan of denial. He reached for his wand once more and touched the tip against that most cherished of places, the pink pucker between his son’s legs. Quickly, he spoke a mild bodily cleansing charm, followed by one for lubrication.

Draco realized the intention. “Oh yes, inside please Father; inside me now! Please, I’ve waited so long,” Draco pleaded shamelessly.

Lucius had to press his lips together to hold back a moan at his son’s words. To have his darling baby boy lying beneath him and asking to be fucked -- begging for Lucius’ cock like a wanton little whore! -- did something powerful to him in his nether regions.

“Too soon yet, my little one,” Lucius said quietly, when he had his composure back. “So impatient! Tonight will not be the night for that, I’m afraid.”

Draco began to make pitiful whimpering sounds in protest; suddenly becoming more a child than he had acted so far this night in his role of innocent seducer. Lucius gently shushed him.

“Hush, hush,” Lucius said tenderly, just as he had comforted Draco when his son was younger. “You are new to this type of love, my angel.” He touched Draco’s face, cupping a palm over one satiny cheek. “The first time can be painful, and it may take a while to prepare you properly. Neither of us has that type of patience right now, but that doesn’t mean we can’t share a taste of what is to come.”

Lucius moved his hand downwards again. Draco immediately quieted, waiting to see what his Father would do next. Lucius fondled the heavy sack hanging there, slowly tracing further back over the perineum. His index finger circled the hidden rosette, feeling it clench under that light touch as if it truly hungered for him.

“Feel me petting you there? You want it, crave it,” Lucius whispered in Draco’s ear. “You need this. You will always remember who was the first to touch you this way. No matter what happens, you will always come back to me. Because I am the only one who can give you this.”

With that, he slowly began to push the tip of his digit past the taut ring of flesh. As the heat encased that first little bit of him, Draco let out a guttural cry.

“Ohhh…”

Lucius paused briefly. “Did that hurt? Do you need me to go more slowly?” As much as he might want to pound that arse like an animal in heat, he would stop in a moment if Draco were truly in pain. Lucius was far better than any lowly beast.

“No, it was just different,” Draco said thoughtfully. “More?” he asked politely.

“It would be my pleasure,” Lucius fairly purred. Forcing himself not to rush, he began working more of that finger into Draco’s clenched anus. “Try to push me out,” Lucius advised his son. “That will make it easier.”

Draco complied, and soon found himself rewarded by the finger sliding all the way inside him, up to the third knuckle. “Mmmm…” It was a very contented moan that bubbled from his lips.

“Good?” Lucius asked, his voice filled with a combination of amusement and arousal. “It gets much better.” He started to move the digit, slowly thrusting it and gradually changing the angle until…

“AHH!” Draco cried out in startled ecstasy, hips jerking upward and head thrown back on the pillow. “W-what? Oh Daddy, what was that? It felt so good.”

Lucius chuckled. “That, my dear boy, is your prostate-- a handy little nerve bundle in your rectum which likes to be stimulated. We will have such fun with it, don’t you think? Imagine my cock touching it,” here he dragged the tip of his finger slowly over the little bump “…rubbing over it,” long stroke “…pounding into it over and over.” He pressed steadily against that oh-so-happy place inside Draco.

Draco yelped; fists clenched in the coverlet as he ground his arse back against that lovely, lovely feeling.

“Mhm!” He grunted, completely beyond words as Lucius suddenly utilized his other hand to stroke Draco’s cock. He was pinned helplessly; rapture coming from both front and behind as Lucius played him like an instrument in the skillful hands of a Master.

Lucius worked his son’s body much more quickly now, driving him higher and higher towards that peak. He found himself wondering if Draco were physically mature enough to ejaculate properly, or if this would be a dry orgasm. Wizards reached puberty slightly faster than Muggles, but of course, everyone developed at different rates. Draco had proved precocious so far in his sexuality, but they would soon see.

“Uh…ahh…ngh!” Draco was close to something, very close. Almost…

Lucius carefully leaned over his son’s chest, hands still moving in rhythm, and delicately bit down on a tasty nipple.

“Daddy!” Draco yelled his startled completion.

Lucius reared back quickly as seed shot forth, splashing over Draco’s thighs, his stomach; one creamy jet even managing to hit him on the chin.

Draco’s vision was darkened by flying Bludgers for a long moment. As he came winding down from the aftershocks of his very first orgasm, he realized that his Father was now thrusting his penis between Draco’s come-soaked legs with a single-minded purpose. Both of Lucius’ hands locked his son’s hips into place. ‘When did Daddy take the finger out of my arse?’ he had scant time to wonder as the pounding jarred his body, pushing him further upward onto the pillows.

Draco looked up at the vision his father made; eyes flashing silver fire, hair flying everywhere as he shook the sweat out of his vision and rammed harder into the passage formed by Draco’s thighs.

Lucius leered down at his son, a feral expression that seemed to show more teeth than humanly possible. He was right… on the brink… He darted forward on his next thrust to lick the jism from Draco’s chin. Salty, musky, and utterly Draco. His beautiful, debauched little boy. Lucius closed his eyes in bliss and came almost silently, white jets pouring forth from his cock, slicking the way for the last few stabs as he softened.

At last, they lay together panting. Lucius shifted his weight slightly so as not to crush Draco, and mustered the energy to cast a cleaning charm over them both, as well as the sheets. After a moment, he also remembered to douse the candles.

“That was… amazing,” Draco finally breathed. “Can we do it again?”

Lucius groaned. “Draco, not tonight, please! Give your poor father some time to recover.” He rolled on his side and gazed down at vague outline of his son’s form. “We both need our rest.”

“Besides,” he added, face sly in the moonlight, “I have to decide on your punishment for teasing me for so long. That will be something nice to do together, hmm?”

Draco swallowed audibly, but the visible gleam in his eyes did not wane.

“Sleep now,” commanded Lucius in a voice that brooked no argument. They curled up closely together, no longer feeling the smothering heat. It helped that some of the inner fire had been banked, at least for now.

“Sweet Dreams, Father,” Draco whispered onto the chest in which he was snuggled. Lucius found himself too exhausted even to shiver at the sensation of Draco’s lips vibrating on his skin.

“To you as well, my Dragon,” Lucius murmured as he fell into slumber.

As their dreams claimed the two blondes until the morning, each had the same smug smile on his face.

After all, Malfoys always got what they wanted. One way or another.

~Finite~