Spoils of War?

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(A/N: Time line: Right after the Battle of Hogwarts. Extended version of my drabble with the same name. Sincerely dedicated to my left hand. An abnormally large "Thank you hon!" for my awesome beta Luci).

Spoils of War?


The war was over and Draco's family was alive. It was the only thing that mattered. Draco snuggled his lithe body against his father's, as if seeking only innocent comfort. A true Malfoy, his mask didn't crumble, even while he was burning inside. For Lucius. It had been so as long as Draco could remember.

Lucius wrapped his arm around Draco, drawing him closer. This touch, gentle, yet possessive, made the androgynous blond's cock harden and he barely managed to suffocate his gasp of lust. Was this just normal, fatherly love or something more? Did he just imagine that his father's feelings might mirror his own?

Draco had been careful to hide his all-consuming, incestuous love from his father for years. What if he would have been rejected? What if Lucius would consider his son's lust, his love, as a sick perversion? His father was was everything for Draco.

Lucius. Beautiful, shining Lucifer who held Draco's soul. What if Lucius would end up hating his son? That Draco would not be able to bear. He'd rather die.

But did that matter any more? They could be condemned to Azkaban. What if Lucius would be imprisoned again? The disgusting hypocrites that won the war, the new rulers of the Wizarding World, those sick blood-traitors sure as Hell were eager to get their hands on Draco's noble father. He could lose Lucius anyway. This might be the only, last chance he had.

"Father?"
"What, Draco?"
"I need to show you something important. It's on the second floor."
"I have to go upstairs for a moment, Cissy. Can you stand being here without us?"
"If I must, and it seems to be so. I am not in danger and I'll listen what is going on here while you seek information from up there."

Lucius stood up and took Draco's trembling hand in his own. So close... There was something moist on Draco's upper lip. It dawned to him like from far away that he had just darted his tongue out wickedly as an invitation.

"Show me, my son."

That voice, it was like dark chocolate and brandy dripping from Lucius' lips. - 'My son.' Yes, yours. Yours, always and forever.-

There was no sight of disgust on Lucius' beautiful face. -Maybe...- Draco led his father out of the Great Hall, up the stairs, through a dark hallway that led into a maze.

They called Lucius Malfoy a slippery bastard. He himself preferred to be prepared for anything with carefully calculated, intricate plots. But now he was completely taken with surprise, in a dark corridor at battle-worn Hogwarts when Draco wrapped his arms around his lean body, drawing him into a kiss. His own son's sweet lips pressed against Lucius'.

Draco. His feline-like son he had lusted for too many years, trying to suffocate the affection in vain. He wanted this too? But it was madness. Lovely, perfect madness. Already drunk with the delicate taste of forbidden love, it took Lucius' last strength of will to push his son away from him.

"Draco, you are mental."

The wicked boy kissed his father again and Lucius could not help but answer, catching Draco's lower lip between his teeth. He licked blood from his son's lips that opened for him so eagerly, probed his mouth with his tongue. Nimble fingers made short work of the buttons of his his Death Eater robes. Lucius took a good grip of the short blond hair and forced Draco's head backwards. The grey eyes mirrored the very same incestuous lust.

"What here is not mental? We have all gone to Hell and back, we can be condemned to Azkaban and if you don't fuck me against this wall now, I'm going to hex you."

Spoiled, decadent, lascivious child.

Lucius' lips curled into a smile and he leaned down to bite Draco's neck. The boy purred and grasped his father' hips, beckoning Lucius to step closer. The older Pureblood moved with the grace of a stalking panther, pushing his son tightly between his lean body and the rough stone wall. Draco arched his erection against his father's thigh and Lucius groaned at this display of complete lack of shame. He bit his son's neck again, now almost painfully hard himself.

"It seems that you do not let me any other choice, my sweet incubus."
"I... ahh... I don't. I've craved for you so very long."

Half-delirious with desire, Lucius didn't fully know if this was a dream or reality. By Salazar, if this was a dream, it was a dream he never wanted to woke up from. His fine, experienced hands unbuttoned Draco's simple velvet cloak and his white shirt, baring his chest. His eyes ravished the lascivious contrast between Draco's green Slytherin tie and his moon-pale skin. The aristocratic Pureblood slid his fingers over his son's smooth flesh, caressing his nipples.

"Father, hurt me? Please?"
"Such a wicked, devious boy."
"Mmh... I am your son."
"Indeed."

Lucius let out a chuckle and pinched one coral-tinted nipple, abusing the sensitive flesh. Draco's moaned and ripped his father's shirt open. So spoiled, so impatient, so adorable.

"As much as I want you, Dragon, I would still appreciate if you do not destroy my trousers."

Lucius' soft drawl, luscious and laced with playful sarcasm made Draco moan softly. Dragon. His father hadn't called him with that nickname since Draco was twelve. He unbuttoned Lucius' fly and wrapped his hand around his cock; long and thick, already slick with precome. He spread the fluid along his father's cock.

This was better than all the fantasies he had nursed during the years. This was real. This was his father sharing the decadent love that had been tearing Draco apart. Hair like liquid platinum, eyes darkened with desire. Lucius was opium and incense, nightshade and dark chocolate and Draco had been addicted to his father for such a long time, craving for more. Craving for everything Lucius wanted.

The world became blurred in Lucius' eyes, there was nothing else but his dear, devious son, his skilful, teasing hand on his cock. Lucius opened Draco's belt and his fly. The wicked, fey-like boy rubbed his sizeable erection against his father's long, delicate fingers. The touch of Lucius' long, silvery-blond hair on Draco's chest felt like a light, tender caress. It made the boy whimper and pout.

"Stop teasing me! Just... fuck me, Father."
"My impatient, little minx."

Lucius' voice was hoarse, thick with desire. He thrust into his son's hand, while Draco squirmed against his father's body. The boy's skin was heated. Draco was fever, absolute, beautiful madness that Lucius had resisted for so long time. Not any more.

"They can condemn us to Azkaban. They can ...take you away. This may be the only time we ever have. Fuck me. Hard. Please, now?"

Draco's voice was desperate, his gaze a grey, cloud-like void of need. Lucius' eyes reflected the very same craving when he kissed those moist and inviting lips again. The aristocratic Pureblood grasped his son's wrist and moved his hand off his cock, causing Draco to moan into Lucius' mouth from the sweet pain.

Lucius broke the kiss, drawing slow circles around Draco's cock, flushed and so hard it almost ached. The wicked boy was pulling his trousers down with his left hand, his right hand still in Lucius' tight grip. Draco's nimble fingers caressed his father's palm. Lucius let go off his wrist and pinched his other nipple.

Draco threw his shirt on the floor with careless abandon and drew his wand.

"Diffindo."

His black, tight, linen trousers were ripped to shreds. Naked except for knee-high dragon-hide boots and his green Slytherin tie, Draco was delectable. His pale complexion was lasciviously enhanced by his swollen lips and nipples reddened from Lucius' touches.

Lucius' eyes caressed Draco with burning hunger, with dark love. Every inch of the androgynous boy's skin, every fluid-like movement was pure, beautiful sin.

Sin? Lucius smirked. Since when had he cared about the stifling, prudish morals of the outside world? Young as Draco might be, he was no child. There was nothing innocent in the way how his lips curled into a seductive smile, neither in the way how he stepped closer and caressed his father's equally moon-pale skin with experienced fingers.

Draco was no virgin, Lucius knew about his trysts with his schoolmates. But the reverent glow in his eyes told Lucius that the only one Draco loved, the only one he had ever loved, was his father -and Lucius felt the very same. He had not known true love until his son's birth. Love that had inflamed with desire when Draco grew from child to this exquisite, moon-pale youth with fluid-like grace.

Lucius had led a rather depraved life -his lust for Draco was the only thing he had denied from himself. And there was nothing he had ever craved so much. He was about to fuck his own son, his own flesh and blood, going to fill that firm arse with the very same seed that he had sired Draco with. The teen was both the forbidden fruit and the cunning snake that offered it. He teased, beckoned Lucius to taste.

"You want to be fucked against the wall? By your own father?"
"Oh yesss... Please?"
"Such a naughty boy."

Lucius took a good grip of Draco's slim hips and turned him around. The boy offered his wand to his father. The power Lucius had been devoid of for so long, surged through every fibre of his body. The dark caress of magic felt only slightly different than his own. Draco was so close to him, his flesh and his blood.

The beautiful curve of the boy's neck, his pert, firm arse and the delicate bone structure belying his stamina. His long legs were spread apart to give his father more to look at. Lucius slid his fingers down Draco's spine, between his hairless arse cheeks, his hand ghosting on his balls.

"Lubrico."

For a fleeting moment Lucius thought that the wanton, feline-like boy would have deserved better lubricant -he would but there was no other choice. They both wanted this, hard and dirty and now. Lucius spread the slick substance on his son's puckered entrance and slid one finger gently inside his arse.

Draco felt like hot silk around Lucius' finger, impossibly tight. The older blond whispered softly more lubrication spells, tracing circles around Draco's arsehole and moving his finger slowly and tenderly in and out. He felt his son relax and inserted another finger into Draco's channel. A small pained gasp and Lucius stopped, feeling a pang of regret. He started to slowly withdraw his fingers, his voice a low whisper.

"I am ...so sorry. I did not mean to hurt you, Dragon."
"Lucius, please... don't stop! I should have... told you..."

Lucius slid his finger over Draco's prostate and the teen let out a loud moan. He relaxed again, thrusting his arse against his father's fingers. Such a wanton boy, devoid of all chastity. So adorable.

"You should have told me what, my precious?"
"That you are just about to... oh yesss, defile my virginal arse."

Lucius was lost for breath at this, feeling like the blood in his veins had turned to liquid fire. - My silver dragon, he has been saving himself for me, and me only. Even while he did not know if I would ever take him.-

"My sweet, silver dragon. I did not think that you would keep the virginity of that sweet arse of yours. Because of me."
"Because of you, Father. I have... always been yours. I would not want anyone else to take me... more?"
"My pleasure."

Lucius stretched Draco's arse, slowly adding a third finger, careful not to hurt him. He felt his son relax completely from his skilled touch. His soft purrs of pleasure changed into needy mewls.

"Patience, Dragon. I don't want to hurt you."
"Please... Just... fuck me. Want your cock inside me. Lucius... I need you. Only you."

Lucius had clung on the last bits of his self-control to keep himself from proceeding too fast. Even while consumed by his feverish lust, he had to be careful. He would never hurt Draco. But those deliciously dirty words dripping from his son's lips like honey and absinthe, they beckoned him like a siren's song and he couldn't resist any more.

The alabaster-pale blond cast another Lubrico, coated his cock with the fluid and slid his length slowly inside his son's arse. Sinking into that slick, velvet tightness was absolutely bliss, it was meant to be. Lucius caressed Draco's chest soothingly, moving his other hand slowly downwards until his fingertips ghosted on his son's sack. He leaned his head down, whispering sweet obscenities into Draco's ear.

"So beautiful... so tight, my sinful son. Mine."
"Yes... yours. Forever."

Lucius was well-endowed and even his slow thrusts hurt but the slight pain was pleasure for Draco. The feeling of being filled so completely, to have his father's cock inside his arse, balls-deep, was ecstatic. Lucius' cock hit Draco's prostate with every thrust, inflaming him like there was fireworks inside his whole body and Draco pushed his arse against his father's groin.

"Father... harder? Fuck me... Slam... ahh... your cock into my arse."
"Take it like a good boy."

Lucius fucked Draco harder now, lost in his heat and tightness but most of all, surrendering to the divinity of their incestuous love. Draco's world was blurred with pleasure-pain, there was only Lucius fucking him hard and Draco himself, thrusting his arse against his father's cock. Pinned against the wall, taking it all, no, demanding Lucius to fuck him, rough and dirty. He was reduced to incoherent, prayer-like pleas for more.

Lucius wrapped his hand around Draco's erection, pounding his arse. Withdrawing his cock almost completely only to slam it into his son's silky, hot tightness again and again, so deep that Draco could feel his father's groin against his arse with every thrust. Lucius' hand gripped tight around the base of Draco's cock. Not able to utter a single word any more, the pale boy was mewling and moaning. Delirious from this sensory overload while his father skilfully kept him on the verge of climaxing until stroking his son's cock a few times.

"Come for me, Draco."
"Luciusss..."

Draco was like mercury under his father's touch, melting into him, fluid-like, losing himself into this ecstasy beyond belief, falling down, down, down, clinging onto the liquid silver that was Lucius. He felt complete like never before, wanting to merge with his father in passion that could burn them both to ashes, were they not Malfoys.

Draco's violent climax, his absolute surrender to his father, drew Lucius along to the spiral of perfect, debauched bliss. It was the sweetest petite mort ever as he spent his seed inside Draco's arse, claiming his son as his with the very same fluid that had given Draco his life.

Fighting to keep himself conscious, Lucius sat down on the pile of their discarded clothes in one graceful motion, his cock still inside his son's arse. The Malfoy patriarch drew Draco with him into his lap, wrapping his arms protectively around his son's almost painfully thin body. Draco was almost unconscious, eyes half-open, lips parted, white, transparent semen on his skin.

Lucius licked Draco's seed from his hand. Oh, how long he had wanted to taste his son, his lips, his skin, this salty liquid, everything about the demon-child that held his heart. Lucius' patrician features were glowing with intense satisfaction he had never felt before.

As Draco returned slowly to the waking world, Lucius gathered the boy's semen on his fingers, his lips curling into lascivious smile as Draco's tongue darted out to lick his own seed from his father's hand and the devil of a boy smirked wickedly, his eyes silvery with dark love.

The torturing years they had spent hiding their true feelings did not matter. Unearthly beautiful in each others' arms, they knew that the outside world would condemn their darkly shining union but they did not care about the inferior rabble. Lucius and Draco were cut from different cloth, above the others. Their incestuous love was meant to be as no one else was good enough for a Malfoy.

"You are mine and I am yours in return, Dragon. You are the only one I have ever truly loved."
"Yes, mine. My father and my lover."
"Still, I think that I should make you aware of one little detail. None of us is going to end up in Azkaban. Potter will testify about our innocence because he owes his life to Narcissa."

Lucius' smirk was very amused and Draco laughed aloud.

"So, you played with my desperation. You are cruel, Father. Not that I'd mind, otherwise we would still be hiding our feelings."
"I was going to tell you -until you ambushed me in this hallway. I was rather distracted after that."
"Thank you for the compliment."

Draco flashed an impish smirk. Chuckling, Lucius returned the very same expression.

"As much as it pains me to return to the Great Hall among those sickening, Mudblood-hugging subwizard scum, our absence might raise unwanted questions. Not to mention the definite absence of your trousers, Dragon. Reparo. Scourgify."

The younger Malfoy's clothes were in pristine condition again and they returned reluctantly among the inferior scum that celebrated their victory. Let the fools think that they had won. The Malfoys would evade Azkaban and like the cunning serpents they were, they would eventually claim their rightful position again.