Community Service

Title: Community Service
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: DM/LM
Warning: Incest, Chanslash
Disclaimer: Draco and Lucius belong to JKR. I\'ve just taken them off
of her shelf and dirtied them a bit. No profit has been received from this story.
Challenge Fic: This was written for Pure_Blood_Is_Thicker_Than_Water Lucius/Draco
Fiction Challenge.\" Because Lucius and Draco have blonde ambition!
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Pure_Blood_Is_Thicker_Than_Water
Challenge Number 1: Lucius has always held back from punishing his
son, doing nothing more than giving him a good shouting at when he was out of line,
but this time Draco just pushes it one step too far. . .

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco Malfoy was dying to have an Invisibility Cloak. It was quickly
becoming an all-consuming obsession. The moment he\'d spied Harry Potter disappear
underneath one in the lower hallway, Draco was desperate to have
one. He knew that part of the reason he wanted the cloak was to \"keep up\" with Potter.
Draco had always felt a need to compete with the Boy Who Lived. But he also wanted
an Invisibility Cloak because of all the wonderful mischief he\'d be able to make with it.
A thousand little Slytherin schemes were streaming through
his mind. Draco wanted to overhear the Gryffindor team\'s Quidditch strategy
sessions. He would like to sneak into the girl\'s dorms for a quick peek. He needed to
roam the hallways at night and do whatever he bloody well pleased. Most of all, he
wanted to follow Potter around without his notice and drive him up a sodding wall.
Draco wanted to steal from Professor Snape\'s hidden stores of forbidden ingredients.
But he needed an Invisibility Cloak to do it.
The problem was that Invisibility Cloaks were incredibly
expensive and devilishly hard to find. His father didn\'t even have one and Lucius
Malfoy had two of every thing. Draco had done some research in Hogwarts\' library
and discovered that it took twenty years to make one cloak and there were only two
manufacturers in all of Europe. His dream of having the cloak looked less and less
likely.

Unless. . .

*~*~*~*
Just after Draco\'s twelfth birthday, he\'d discovered the most extraordinary thing
about his father. Lucius Malfoy wanted him. Sexually. Draco had been toweling off after
spending a pleasurable summer day in their in-ground pool, when his father had
stopped to talk with him. Lucius had just come home from work with a fistful of
missives from the Ministry in hand. He\'d dropped every single one of them at the sight
of the boy bending over to dry himself. Draco had been keenly aware of his father\'s
appreciative gaze and the darkening of his gray-blue eyes. He might have been young
but he\'d never been all that innocent. So, he knew exactly what his father had been
thinking when he looked at his own son. Lucius had cleared his throat and calmly said
\"hello\" to Draco as though it was
perfectly normal that he had an erection and he was eating his son with his eyes.
At the time, it made Draco feel nauseous. Although it was no
secret that his father preferred teenage boys over women, it *was* strange that he was
entertaining these thoughts about Draco as well. Draco had overheard whispers about it
from the time he was child because he was quite an accomplished eavesdropper. His
father was a regular at several brothels which specialized in young boys for the
discerning and, not to mention wealthy, appetite. Draco figured his father felt less
guilty about his predilections because the boys were professionals.
His parent\'s marriage had been a sham from the very
beginning. Lucius felt no inclination towards women and Narcissa felt no sexual
inclination towards anyone. She hated \"the act\", as she called it, and had no desire to
have sex whatsoever. His parents had used a healthy dose of an aphrodisiac potion to
produce an heir and then they\'d gone to separate
ends of the house to sleep. However, the couple\'s marriage was amiable. Lucius and
Narcissa often went to parties, balls, and galas together. They went to the theatre and
luncheons as well. They were more like roommates then husband and wife.
But Lucius still continued to lust after Draco. When the boy
grew more comfortable with the situation, he had actually been a little flattered by the
attention. After all, his father was a very handsome, sophisticated man. As long as
Lucius kept his hands to himself, Draco was content to let himself be admired. He even
sought out his father\'s attention whenever he was feeling a bit low. He\'d come into his
father\'s den and preen while his Lucius’ eyes drank him in. It didn\'t even make him
feel uncomfortable, just special. The most Lucius would ever allow himself was a brief
hug and a brush of his lips against the boy\'s forehead so Draco felt safe in his presence.
When Draco was in his second year, he discovered that his
father\'s desire for him gave him power over Lucius. It was a delicious discovery that
he\'d used to his advantage ever since. Draco had been asking his father for a new
broom for nearly a month but Lucius had rejected the idea. Every now and then his
parents got an attack of conscience over how much they spoiled the boy and it was
bloody inconvenient when he wanted something.
The summer holiday was growing to a close and he wanted a
Nimbus 2001, which would be faster than Potter\'s 2000. Draco was Slytherin\'s new
Seeker and he wanted to wipe the sky with the Boy Who Lived during the opening
game. Unfortunately, his Zoom 120, which was only a year old, wasn\'t up to snuff. It
was a child\'s broom and wouldn\'t be nearly fast enough to catch Potter.
Lucius and Draco had been purchasing his school supplies in Diagon Alley when
he\'d raced to the store front and pressed his nose up to the glass to
see the Nimbus 2001.
\"Oh, Father, just look at it,\" Draco said dreamily, already imagining
himself speeding past Potter.
\"Your Zoom is perfectly serviceable,\" Lucius reminded, even though he admired
his son\'s tenacity.
\"Can\'t I at least take a look?\" Draco said, putting a pon hn his face.
\"Very well,\" Lucius gave in, liking the way the boy\'s pink lips looked when he did
that. He led Draco in and asked the shopkeeper for a test-drive. She took them to the
enormous practice room in the back of the store. It had a huge vaulted ceiling and it was
tricked out like a miniature Quidditch Pitch. The saleswoman placed the broom in Draco\'s
hands and left them to try it out.
Draco ran his hand along the polished wood with a reverence
that bordered on blasphemy. It had been an unconscious action but it had a peculiar
effect on Lucius.
Lucius loudly cleared his throat as his son stroked the long thin wooden handle. His
eyes had darkened to slate and he was also slightly breathless.
With a wicked glint in his eyes, Draco did it again, noting his father\'s response. How
*very* interesting.
Lucius\'s eyes became a bit unfocused. \"That. . that\'s an
impressive broom, son.\"
\"Isn\'t it? So long. . .and strong,\" Draco purred as he
mounted it. \"Kind of hard but I\'m used to that.\"
The elder Malfoy was somewhere between heaven and hell. Draco\'s tight little bum
was wiggling on the seat as he settled himself on the broom. The boy\'s hands were also
gripping the hard pole between his legs. Suddenly, the \"pole\" between Lucius\' own legs
stirred to life. \"Perhaps, it *is* time to get you another broom.\" Anything to make this
torture stop!
Draco beckoned to him with an angelic look on his face. \"You
have to feel this, Father.\" He moved to the front of the broom, leaving room for Lucius
to get on board.
Lucius reluctantly mounted the broom behind Draco. He
couldn\'t think of a plausible reason why he shouldn\'t. Or maybe. . .just maybe. . .he
couldn\'t resist being this close to Draco. However, he made sure to keep their hips
apart. He placed his s ons on Draco\'s hips to stop them from wiggling and said
hoarsely, \"we\'ll take it.\"
\"Thank you, Father!\" Draco cried, scrambling off the broom.
Lucius followed suit. Perhaps, he\'d portkey Draco home and
stop by Madam Dupree\'s. The last time he\'d been there, she had the most delicious
little blond boy with such a gifted mouth. He\'d get the boy on his knees and if Lucius
squeezed his eyes shut it would almost look like . . .
Lucius was so distracted he didn\'t see Draco coming at him. The boy lunged
into his arms and pressed a kiss on each cheek. \"Thank you!\"
Lucius sighed, hugging him closely before firmly pushing him away once more.
He\'d never confess this guilty secret to Draco. He vowed once more to keep his son safe
from his own lust. \"You\'re welcome.\"
Draco smiled at Lucius before moving close once more and running a hand down
Lucius\' shirtfront, poking his pale finger between the buttons. There was a speculative look
in his eyes. \"Too bad Potter will beat us anyway.\"
\"Why do you say that? Slytherin can\'t fail with you on the
job,\" Lucius said proudly, trying to govern the urge to kiss those soft lips.
\"Thank you, Father.\" Draco rested his hand on his father\'s
shirtfront and \"accidently\" brushed against the elder Malfoy\'s left nipple. \"They\'ve
all got slow brooms too. I\'ll be fast on mine but it won\'t do much good if the rest of
them can\'t keep up with the other team. \"

Lucius felt like he\'d been struck by a lightning bolt. He
looked down into his son\'s eyes but only saw trust and innocence in them. If the boy
only knew what he was thinking!
Draco laid his head down on his father\'s chest and the elder Malfoy
licked his lips as temptation sank its claws into him. Lucius would give Draco
anything he wanted, so long as he could slide his son down on the floor and. . .
\"Father?\"
Lucius shook his head to clear the fantasy.\"Yes, Draco?\"
\"Do you think you could buy the whole team brooms?\"
\"Absolutely, son,\" Lucius agreed quickly. He would have given him anything in that
moment. He needed to get the hell out of there before he did something rash ––something
he\'d have to Obliviate from Draco\'s memory. \"Tell you what, I\'ll leave my Wizard charge
with you and you can have the lady owl them to the school. Then, you can use it to buy
yourself a portkey home. Unfortunately, I have to go. I have a very urgent. .
.appointment.\" At Madame Dupree\'s!
\"I\'ll see you at home, Father. \" Draco had laughed silently as his father quickly quit
the room. He knew exactly what kind of \"appointment\" his father had.
o hao had manipulated his father on a regular basis after that. And not just for
material items. Sometimes he did it to prove his own attractiveness. It gave Draco a bizarre
sense of power to tease the elder Malfoy. He sort of liked the way those hungry eyes prowled
his form and the way his father\'s arms held him just a little bit too
close. Deliberately provoking his father\'s lust was like teasing a tiger. However, he
wasn\'t the least bit intimidated.

Draco always assumed he\'d never get bit.

~*~*~*~*~
Near the end of Draco\'s fourth year at school, he hatched a
plot to get his Invisibility Cloak. He\'d written and asked for a portkey home so he could
visit for the weekend. Narcissa was going to a week-long conference on new beauty
charms so Draco would have his father all to himself. As requested, an owl arrived
with his portkey and a note from his father saying he was looking forward to seeing
him. Little did his father know that he\'d be showing him substantially more than he
bargained for. Not that Draco had any intention of
actually sleeping with Lucius. No, he planned to show a bit of skin, give him a few
kisses, and leave Lucius wanting more. That Friday, he used the portkey. The air
shifted slightly around him as me materialized in the foyer of Malfoy Manor. Lucius
was leaning against a pale white wall, waiting for him. \"Hello, Draco.\"
A mischievous grin tugged at the boy\'s mouth. \"Hello, Father.\"
Lucius took in his son\'s sparkling eyes and impish
smile. \"What are you up to, scamp?\" He came forward and put his arms around him.
\"Nothing,\" he assured Lucius. And ‘nothing’ couldn’t have been further from
the truth. Draco wrapped his arms around him and began phase one of his plan. He
burrowed his head in the crook of his father\'s neck and inhaled deeply. \"Mmm. . .you
smell good.\"
Lucius\' grip on him tightened. \"Thank you.\" He kissed the top of his son\'s head and
mentally counted to ten. \"Your mother bought me a new aftershave that\'s frightfully
expensive but you\'re welcome to use some.\"
Draco looked up at his father, placing his pointed chin on the man\'s chest and tilting
his head up to look him in the eye. \"I don\'t shave yet.\"
\"Let\'s see,\" Lucius teased, pulling his hands from the tantalizing tilt of son\'s hips to
rub experimentally down a sculpted cheek bone. \"No, I guess you don\'t. \" Draco was
fifteen but he was still delicately made and somewhat effeminate.
Lucius thought it was a throwback to their Veela roots. He had a puckish way
about him and the refined features only enhanced his appeal.
\"Not yet.\" Draco leaned up and placed a hand against his father\'s cheek. He could
just barely feel the hairs there. All Malfoy\'s had silky hair and skin. \"You do though.\"
Lucius stifled a groan. Even though he knew this was a tender father and son
moment, his body interpreted it as something a lover would do. He had the urge to lean
down and kiss the boy in a most non-paternal way. Shaking, Lucius inclined his head and
cautiously ghosted his lips over the boy\'s brow. \"I\'m glad you\'re home. I\'ve missed you.\"
\"I\'ve missed you too,\" Draco said coyly as his father tried
to move out of his embrace. He reached up and gave Lucus a light kiss on the mouth.
In most situations, this would be perceived as perfectly innocent. But for Lucius
Malfoy, it was the siren call of temptation. Before he could stop himself, he returned the
kiss. Only, it wasn\'t perfunctory press of two mouths against one
another. Lucius rubbed his lips against his son\'s, savoring the sweetness. He closed his
mouth over the youth\'s for a
brief moment, but he managed to stop his tongue from exploring the
heated cavity within.
He pulled back with a stunned expression. \"Draco, I––\"
Draco merely smiled at him. \"Well, I\'m starving. Are you hungry?\" He walked a
way, wiggling his behind a bit more than usual.
Lucius licked his lips as he followed his son into the dining
room. \"Very.\"

*~*~*~*~*~

Draco laughed inwardly as his father\'s hungry eyes followed his every move. They\'d
had a tasty dinner but Lucius was more interested in eating Draco than his meal. Of course,
Draco had taken great pains to be provocative. He\'d made sure to eat his food slowly,
moaning his enjoyment and inviting his father to \"try some\". Right now, he was eating a
piece of white cake with creamy butter frustring. He brought each icing-covered finger to
his lips and sucked the confection from it while his father salivated.
Lucius was rapidly losing his control. His hands were
actually shaking as he reached for his wine glass. Although, Draco had to hand it to his
father –– Lucius\'s restraint was formidable. Other than some scorching glances and a few lustful
murmurs, his father had been very polite and had acted as if nothing untoward had
happened. Draco laughed inwardly. At this rate, he\'d have Lucius owling for a cloak tomorrow
morning.
Draco finished up his cake and then stood up. \"Well, I\'m
going to get to take a shower.\"
\"Of course,\" Lucius said with a nod. \"You should probably go
to be early, Draco, and get some rest. By the way, I forgot to tell you that I have
an. . .appointment this evening.\"
Draco grinned. Not so fast. He knew exactly what kind of \"appointment\" it was. \"Oh no! You have to go?\" Draco said, sounding quite put out. \"I thought we\'d read in the
library this evening. Or we could--\"
\"I won\'t be long, a couple of hours at the most,\" Lucius
promised, pleased by his
son\'s display of affection. The boy obviously wanted to spend time
with him.
\"Can\'t you postpone it?\" Draco asked, rounding the table. If
his father were to find
some relief, as it were, Lucius wouldn\'t be as easily swayed. He
went behind his father\'s
chair and wrapped his arms around his neck. \"Please?\"
\"Draco––\"
\"Please?\" Draco said, pressing a kiss to his father\'s
cheek. \"For me?\"
Lucius sighed as he rubbed his cheek against the boy\'s pale
smooth skin. \"If it means that much to you, I suppose I can.\" Surely, he could keep a tight
reign on his body\'s needs in
order to spend time with his boy. \"Why don\'t you go get your
shower? I shall pick a book
for us to read.\"
They\'d spend numerous evenings this way. Draco would sit and
listen with rapt
attention as his father read novels to him. It was something they
had done when he was a
young boy but he still enjoyed it and persuaded Lucius to indulge him
whenever he could.
Draco read on his own, but the books weren\'t as good when they
weren\'t delivered in his
father\'s rich baritone. Sometimes, his father even acted out the
parts–– playing rich kings,
dashing swordsmen, and pirates.
Plan or not, Draco was pleased. Lucius rendition of any book
or play was an event
to be remembered.
\"I\'ll be right down,\" he promised as he flew up the
stairs with youthful
exuberance.

*~*~*~*~*~*~

As a rule, Lucius thought Muggles were simply inferior to Wizards. They led short,
pointless lives plodding away dully while life happened around them. They weren\'t even
able to feel or see the magic around them. An exception to the dull Muggle rule was
Williams Shakespeare. Lucius was quietly convinced that the playwright had been a
deposed magician, because his words were nothing short of sorcery.
Lucius had been fortunate enough to have a very forward
thinking Muggle Studies
instructor while at Hogwarts. The man had introduced them to works
of art, theater, and
poetry. The only thing Lucius cared for was Shakespeare but he was
willing to put up with
the rest as long as his instructor supplied him with more works.
He\'d eventually acquired an enviable collection of the Bard\'s works. Tonight, he
decided on a Midsummer
Night\'s Dream. He wanted to introduce Draco to his literary
counterpart, Puck.
As if on cue, Draco entered the room and Lucius sucked in a
breath. The boy was a
vision. His hair was freshly-washed and curling about his neck. He
was wearing a pair of
gossamer-thin pyjama pants and nothing more –– he was completely bare
beneath as well. Lucius could make out the outline of Draco\'s––

\"Father? Is something wrong?\"
\"No, Draco\" He cleared his throat. \"Aren\'t you cold? Why
don\'t you put on a
robe?\" A nice thick one. And a blanket perhaps?
\"No, I\'m fine,\" Draco said with a shrug. The boy stretched
out on the leather couch,
lying on his stomach and resting his head in his hands. \"What did
you pick?\"
Draco was swinging his legs. Back and forth. Back and forth.
\"What?\" Lucius asked, dazedly.
\"To read?\" Draco prompted, smirking a bit.
\"A Midsummer\'s Night Dream,\" Lucius said hoarsely as Draco
squirmed on the couch. The boy lifted his hips slightly as he jostled
around. \"Can\'t you find a comfortable
position, son?\" he asked. Well, if Draco couldn\'t find one on his
own, Lucius would be only
too happy to suggest a few positions he would like to see the boy
in.
\"No, I can\'t.\"Draco glanced over, a knowing gleam in his
silver eyes. It was only
there for a second before it disappeared into an innocent look.
Bloody Hell.
\"Somet wro wrong, Father?\"
\"How long have you known?\" Lucius said quietly.

Blast. Draco heaved a disgusted sigh. \"Gloating always gives me
away.\"
\"How *long* have you *known*?\" Lucius demanded.
\"Since I was twelve!\" Draco said defiantly. \"I\'ve know for
years that you want to. .
.\" Draco broke off before continuing defiantly. \"Fuck me.\"
Lucius shivered. Oh, just that word on his son\'s lips. \"And
you\'ve been deliberately teasing me?\" Lucius grated out, trying to focus on his anger instead
of his arousal.
Draco smirked, deciding if he had to come clean he might as
well do so with style.
\"Of course. I knew you would feel guilty enough to buy me whatever I
wanted.\"
Lucius got a hold of himself and stood to his feet, the book
he\'d been holding fell to
the carpet with a dull `thud\'. \"I see.\" He cleared his
throat. \"Well, I must say you\'re quite a
good little cock tease,\" he said crudely, hoping to shock the
boy. \"I\'ve been aching to have
a go at you for years.\" He was furious with Draco for using him, but
even more furious with
himself for having these unholy desires in the first place –– and
incredibly aroused by the sight
before him. Draco was stlaidlaid out on the couch like a virgin
sacrifice.
Draco scowled at Lucius. \"It wasn\'t like that.\"
\"I think it was,\" Lucius contradicted. \"You\'ve been teasing
me deliberately, goading
me into giving you want you want all along, haven\'t you?\" he said
furiously. \"What were
you hoping to wheedle out of me this time?\"
\"An Invisibility Cloak, \" Draco answered, sheepishly. He
started to sit up when his
father\'s voice forestalled him.
\"Stay where you are! An Invisibility Cloak?\" Lucius crossed
his arms over his chest
as he paced. \"Quite a pricey item. I must admit, you have excellent
taste, Draco,\" he said,
stopping to pin the boy with his hot eyes. \"And what were *you*
prepared to give *me* in
return?\" Now, that was the thousand-galleon question.
Draco\'s eyes widened. \"Father?\"
\"You heard me, Draco. What were you going to give me?\" he
asked huskily \"Were
you going to worm your way onto my lap? Kiss me a few more times on
the mouth?\"
Lucius\' eyes darkened with lust. \"Something more. . .?\" Let it be
something more.
The blond boy swallowed reflexively. \"You\'ve never asked for
anything in return. I
thought if I just––\"
\"Teased me enough, I\'d give you whatever you wanted to get e ree relief.\"
\"Yes, Father,\" Draco said, hanging his head. He truly wasn\'tshamshamed of what he\'d
done but he was upset about hurting his father. Draco never wanted
his father to be
embarrassed by him or wounded by his actions. Although the two
Malfoys didn\'t have a
conventional relationship, Draco had never felt anything but love for
Lucius. And he knew
that his father loved him too. It certainly wasn\'t the love a father
normally showed a son but
it was powerful and it was real. Draco never doubted it.

\"Well, it appears someone has been a very bad boy.\" Lucius
stalked forward, not
stopping until he towered over him. \"In fact, I think you should be
punished.\"
\"But, Father, I––\"
\"Silence, Draco,\" Lucius commanded. \"Your mother and I have
been far too lenient
with you. We should have taken you *in hand* a long time ago.\"
Draco\'s eyes widened. His father had never done more than
have a talk with him.
When he was very cross, he\'d raise his voice but he\'d never done more
than that. Lucius had
never been able to maintain his anger long enough to do mete out any
real punishment.
Judging by the tight set of Lucius\' mouth, Draco had a feeling that
wouldn\'t be a problem
for him this time.
\"They always say the punishment should fit the crime,\" Lucius
said thoughtfully. \"What do you think is a fitting punishment?\"
\"Whatever you think is fair, Father,\" he replied, deciding
that acquiescence was the
safer route. He didn\'t want to anger his father further.
\"I think we\'ll begin with a spanking,\" Lucius murmured, his
eyes settling on Draco\'s
nearly-bare backside. He\'d dreamt of this for ages but Draco had
never done anything to
warrant one. Lucius sat down beside the boy on the leather sofa and
patted his lap. \"Come
here.\"
\"Father?\" Draco said, alarmed. \"I\'m sorry. Please don\'t––\"
\"Now, Draco,\" Lucius said in the deceptively soft but
authoritative tone.
Draco knew better tho aro argue with him. He awkwardly moved
into his father\'s
lap and laid down. Draco shut his eyes tightly, his face reddening.
He turned his face to the
side and rested his warm cheek against the cool leather. He could
feel his father\'s erection
poking him in the side. It was hot and hard.
Lucius nearly groaned at the delicious weight of his son
against his aching staff.
Draco\'s firm ass was barely covered by the wispy trousers he wore and
he unthinkingly
caressed one rounded cheek. Draco unconsciously moved against him
and Lucius had to
stop himself from sliding his hand inside those silky trousers to cup
the boy. This was about
punishment, not pleasure. Instead, he brought his hand down on the
firm buttock with a
satisfying crack.
\"Ow!\" Draco howled, squirming. Truthfully, it hadn\'t hurt
that much but it was
disconcerting.
Lucius tried to ignore the delicious sensation his son had
caused with his movement.
He smacked the boy\'s ass again. Draco, once again, brushed against
him. Lucius groaned
but resolutely brought his hand down yet again. Only this time, the
boy didn\'t yell. This
time, he gave a startled moan. Smiling, Lucius brought his hand down
again. Draco
pressed himself closer to his father and Lucius could feel the boy
begin to harden against his
thigh. He stilled his hand, mid-hit. \"Draco?\" he breathed.
\"Oh,\" his son shivered. \"I\'ve never. . .\"
\"Draco, I––\".
Draco glanced at him from over his shoulder. \"Don\'t stop.
Please?\"
\"Just remember, you asked for it.\" Lucius leered at him
before he struck they boy\'s
behind again.
**********
Thirty minutes later, Lucius had stopped. His erection was
pressing painfully against
his trousers. His eyes were shut so tightly, that tears gathered in
the corners. The spanking
had gone from punishment to pleasure and back again. Draco had been
sufficiently
chastised and Lucius had to admit that this spanking was more for his
own benefit than his
son\'s. Draco lay passively in his lap, his eyes washed by tears.
His bum was a cherry-red
color and highly visible through the thin pyjama pants.
Unconsciously, Lucius brushed his
fingers tenderly over the surface, wanting to take this a step
further. He wanted to unbutton
himself and have Draco suck him off. He wanted to slide those pants
off of him and thrust
inside that tight ass. But, he did none of those things. . .not yet,
anyway.
\"Stand up,\" Lucius ordered.
Draco got up hesitantly, mindful of his aching bottom and the
pulsing erection
between his thighs. He was both mortified and excited.
Unfortunately, Lucius was oddly
quiet and he couldn\rediredict his mood. \"Father?\" he asked, as he
stood in front of him.
\"I don\'t think this particular punishment quite fit the
crime, son,\" Lucius purred.
\"But. . .but you just spanked me! Isn\'t that enough?\" Draco
said indignantly. What
next? Grounding? Working in the kitchen with the house-elves?
\"Do you really think a little spanking has made up for what
you did to me?\"
\"No,\"Draco admitted. \"But––\"
\"There *is* something you can do to make it up to me. I
prefer to think of it as
`community service\'.\"
Draco gulped. \"What do you want me to do, Father?\"
\"I think you know,\" Lucius drawled as his eyes slid all the
way down the boy\'s form,
\"What I want from you.\"
\"Oh,\" Draco said dumbly. His body roused at the idea but the
was still leery.
\"It doesn\'t have to be all punishment, Draco,\" Lucius said
softly. He couldn\'t stand
it anymore. Lucius *needed* this, needed him. The knowledge that his
son knew all these
years and still hadn\'t turned from him made him a bit reckless.


Lucius was also encouraged
by Draco\'s physical reaction to him. He just needed to give his son
an excuse to act on his
own urges. \"I\'ll make sure you have pleasure as well.\"
Draco was having trouble standing due to his body\'s nearly
visceral reaction. He
looked into his father\'s eyes and was promptly swallowed up by
them. He knew that
letting Lucius touch him the way he wanted to was wrong –– morally and
nearly every other
way. So why did he find the thought incredibly stimulating? \"And if
I don\'t?\" Draco
unconsciously bit his lower lip.


\"Then I\'ll find another suitable punishment. If you like, we
need never mention this
night again.\"
And Lucius would probably never look at him improperly
again. Why did that
suddenly upset him? \"I\'ll do it,\" Draco said softly.
Lucius\' eyes flared with triumph. \"Draco, are you a virgin?\"
The blond boy flushed once more. \"I\'ve done, er, things.
Some kissing and some
touching, but I haven\'t. . . had sex.\"
Lucius\' desire was like sheet lightening. It came upon him
so fast that he was forced
into his chair. His hands curled in his cloak, to keep them from
reaching for the boy. \"I will
be the first.\" The only?
\"Yes.\" Draco could feel himself hardening again. Tumbled
images moved through
his mind. He could see himself laid out on his father\'s bed. He
could see Lucius\' burning
grey-blue eyes. And feel the touch of those graceful long fingers.
Lucius smiled. He did love hearing the word `yes\' from his
son\'s mouth. It was the
first of many. \"Then, we\'ve settled on a punishment, or
rather. . .community service.
Correct?\"
\"Yes, Father.\"
Lucius cleared his throat. \"Go to your room, Draco, and put
on some clothes.\"
His son reluctantly left the room. As soon as the door
closed behind Draco, Lucius mpedmped into his chair. It was on the tip of his tongue, to call the
boy back –– to find release
with him with this very night. But, he couldn\'t do that Draco. He
wanted his son\'s first time
to be special. Luciuberaberated himself from his pants and wrapped
his hand around his
aching staff. \"Oh, Draco. . .\"
*********
Lucius watched as the exhausted owl placed the thick package
down on his desk.
The creature nipped his finger affectionately before it flew out the
window to the owlery
they kept in the back of the property. He flipped open the lid to
reveal his son\'s Invisibility
Cloak. It was dark green, shot with silver - a fitting cloak for a
Slytherin. Lucius felt the
need to spoil the boy. . .or maybe he was just trying to assuage his
guilty conscience. Either
way, he wanted his son to have the cloak. He would send Draco a note
this evening telling
him to come home this weekend.
Lucius hoped that Draco might return his feelings one day.
It was why he was
pursuing this \"punishment\", he\'d come up with. Lucius knew that
Draco wasn\'t ready to
openly admit an attraction to his own father -- although, Draco\'s
reaction to him the other
night had given him a turn. He wouldn\'t dream of forcing himself on
Draco. If the boy
didn\'t want it, he would simply stop. However Lucius believed that
with enough coaxing,
Draco might be persuaded into a another type of relationship with his
father. If not, Lucius
would have a beautiful memory to last him a lifetime.
*~*~*~*~*
At, six o\'clock, Draco portkeyed home. His mother was going
out to dinner and the
theater with an old school chum. Lucius had taken pains to ensure
their privacy by helping
his wife plan a very lengthy evening. He had even dismissed the
house-elves for the night.
They would have the entire evening to themselves. Draco took in a
shaky breath. Numerous
feelings were all warring with each other –– excitement, anticipation,
anxiety, and. . .lust.
On the staircase was a note written in his father\'s intricate
lettering saying simply
\"upstairs\". Draco smiled as he walked up the staircase. It was
littered with blue rose petals.
Royal Seas were rare breed of Wizard flower that his father had
instructed the gardener to
cultivate. Draco picked up one and pressed it to his nose. They
smelled of the ocean - -salty
and clean. Draco walked up the staircase to find another note
attached to the rail. This one
said, \"remove your robes.\" He obediently lifted his green Hogwarts\'
robes over his head
and tossed them over the back of the bannister.
As Draco rounded the corner, another note was waiting for
him. Only this time, it
was suspended in mid-air by magic. This one instructed him to \"take
off your shoes and
socks.\" Draco chuckled as he complied. He had no idea that his
father would go to the
trouble of a seduction scene. After he removed his footwear, Draco
continued down the
hallway when another note shimmied up the wall beside him and posed
between two
portraits. It said \"remove your shirt.\" Draco blushed as he
imagined meeting his father in
his trousers and green school briefs, emblazoned with his House
symbol. He slowly moved
the shirt from his body and tossed it over the arm of a chair.
He suddenly realized that tonight his father would see him
everywhere. He would
*touch* him everywhere. The thought made him feel warm all over.
If he shut his eyes, he
could almost feel his father\'s fingers on him. The note scampered
back into his line of vision,
knocking a couple of pictures on the wall out of its way in the
process. He watched as the
words he\'d read before disappeared, only to be replaced by another
set. The new message
was, \"I\'ll take care of the rest.\" Draco could feel himself begin to
harden at the image of his
father sliding the rest of his clothing down his body. He walked
the rest of the way to
Lucius\' suite with weak knees.
The lights were low in the room, only two candelabras were
lit. There was a fire
crackling in the hearth. His father\'s bed was draped with blue silk
bedclothes. Lucius was
lying upon it, wearing a blue robe and a blatantly carnal
smile. \"Hello, Draco,\" he purred in
a way that made tingles slip down Draco\'s spine.
\"Hello, Father.\"
Lucius smiled. \"Tonight you will call me by my name, Draco.\"
He\'d had longed to
hear Draco moan namename as he pleasured him.
\"All right, Lucius,\" Draco said, crossing his arms over his
chest self-consciously.
Suddenly, he felt very, very naked.
\"Would you like some wine, Draco?\" Lucius enquired politely.
He hoped it would
help relax him. Although, he enjoyed his son\'s nervousness. The boy
was truly a virgin and
he would be claiming that innocence tonight.
\"Yes, I would,\" Draco said happily as his father crossed to
the ice bucket and
withdrew a frosted bottle of ice wine. Draco loved the sweet taste
of the specialty wine.
He\'d had a couple sips on Christmas and other special occasions but
this was the first time
he\'d be given his own glass.
Lucius smiled as he handed him a wine goblet full of the
clear liquid with frosted bits
of ice in it. \"What should we drink to?\"
Draco smiled impishly. \"The wine?\" He was anxious to have
another taste of it.
\"That\'s enough of an occasion for me.\"
\"How about consummation?\" Lucius countered throatily as he
touched his glass to
Draco\'s. He allowed his icy hot eyes to glide over his son as Draco
drank from his glass.
He\'d wanted this for years and tonight was the night he\'d finally be
able to have what he
wanted. No more settling for pale imitations of the masterpiece.
Draco took another rather large drink of the wine.
Lucius chuckled as he set his beverage aside. \"Are you
nervous?\"
Draco nodded.
\"Don\'t worry, Draco,\" Lucius said, moving closer to the
boy. \"I only want to make
you feel good. If you don\'t like anything I do, just tell me and
I\'ll stop.\"
Draco nodded and took a deep breath, already feeling
marginally better.
Lucius walked behind Draco and placed his hands on the
youth\'s shoulders. \"So
tense. I\'ll have to loosen you up.\" He began rubbing his shoulders
with practiced ease.
\"How does that feel?\"
\"Mmm. . .very good.\"
Lucius was lost in the sensation. Draco\'s skin was the color
of ivory, as soft as any
woman\'s he\'d ever touched. Only this flesh housed muscle and sinew.
He brought mou mouth to the pink shell of his ear and licked it. Draco groaned in
response.
Lucius kissed and nipped a path to the boy\'s mouth. He
cradled Draco\'s head in his
palm as he stilled him for his first invasion of the evening. Lucius
pressed his mouth to
Draco\'s lips and then parted them with his tongue, slipping it inside
him. Lucius was
normally a gentle, thorough lover but he\'d wanted Draco for ages. He
felt slightly
unbalanced, off-kilter by being this close to the object of his
desire. He felt like sealing the
boy\'s lips with his own, pushing him to the ground and having his way
with him. He paused
for a moment, sucking in a deep breath. \"I want to kiss you
everywhere, Draco. Every
single inch. Would you like that?\"
\"Yes,\" Draco admitted hoarsely.
\"First, I need to see you everywhere,\" Lucius murmured as one
of his graceful hands
slid to the waistband of Draco\'s trousers. \"Can I take this off?\"
Draco could only nod.
Lucius hooked his fingers through the material and slowly
slipped it from his son\'s
body. Draco balanced a hand on his father\'s shoulder as Lucius helped
him step out of them.
It was really quite erotic to watch the older man watch him. Lucius
knelt at his son\'s feet,
his eyes leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he surveyed
Draco. \"Beautiful.\"
Draco blushed.
\"Can I take this off too?\" Lucius asked, quietly as he
brushed thent ont of Draco\'s
briefs, which were uncomfortably tight now.
\"Yes,\" Draco hissed out.
Lucius grinned as he stripped the boy of his last covering.
He tossed the scrap of
cotton over his shoulder. Lucius\' breath caught at what he saw.
Draco \'s penis was a more
slender version of his own. It was long and reasonably thick,
pointing up towards his navel.
It was corded with blue veins and streaked in a viscous fluid that
Lucius longed to taste.
His scrotum was concealed by a pale thatch of downy hair. Lucius
leaned forward and
lapped up the salty liquid. He deliberately looked up into the boy\'s
face as he pressed his
tongue to the sleek streak of semen along his shaft and watched the
boy shudder. Lucius
slowly ran his tongue along it, savoring every moment.
Draco\'s legs nearly buckled at the sensation. His father\'s
tongue teased without
delivering. \" Lucius!\"
Lucius paused, licking his lips. \"Would you like more,
Draco? Do you want me to
suck you?\"
\"Please,\" Draco groaned, swaying on his feet.
\"Please what, Draco?\" Lucius tormented. \"Ask me properly.\"
\"Please suck me,\" Draco whispered.
\"I\'d love to. Lay down.\"
Lucius dreamily watched the boy stumble to his bed and lay
down. It was as if he
were watching a scene from his own fevered dreams. The anticipation
was killing him. And
if it did, he would die a very happy man. But, he had an agenda
tonight. He was using his
formidable control in order to make this experience pleasurable for
Draco even though he\'d
been hard since his son walked in the room.
Lucius loomed over him while he lay on the bed. Draco had no
idea his father
would be so powerful or so hungry. Lucius was incredibly handsome ––
sharp blue eyes and
silvery hair laying across his shoulders. His father brought his
hands to his robes, deftly
untied the knot and let it slide from his body. He resembled some
pagan god who come for
his tribute. Draco was only too willing to give it to him. Lucius
chest was smooth and
nearly hairless. His muscles were well-defined and taut, especially
for a man of his age. A
patch of silvery hair led down to his father\'s sex which was
powerfully built and club-hard.
It seemed to lean towards him of its own free will, as if it were
seeking entrance already.
Lucius crawled across the bed to him, a hungry predator who
was anticipating a
feast. He rested on his side, his body curved around Draco\'s and
drew a lean finger down
his chest. He traced a path from the boy\'s neck to his navel, before
moving down to take the
boy\'s shaft in hand.
\"Oh!\" Draco cried out at Lucius\' practiced fingers settled
around him.
Lucius smiled smugly as resolutely stroked him, building a
rhythm.
Draco\'s face was flushed and he made small little noises in
the back of his throat as
his father worked his body.
Without warning, Lucius\' heated mouth latched onto him and he
nearly crawled out
of his skin at the sensation. The older man\'s skilled tongue ran up
and down the length of
him, teasing and tracing. Draco\'s eyes slammed shut so that he could
focus on the feeling.
Then Lucius began to suck him in earnest, wrenching groans from Draco
as he moved
against his father. Lucius\' mouth was like a voracious whirlpool that
Draco was powerless
to resist. . .he didn\'t even want to resist. Lucius gave one last
powerful pull on Draco and
was rewarded for his efforts by a rush of warm liquid and the
incoherent babbles of his son.
The older man swallowed it down eagerly. He finally released Draco
from his mouth,
pausing to place a kiss on the softening head.
Draco was grinning foolishly as he lay there on the
counterpane. He felt like he\'d
been blown apart –– in the most wonderful way possible. His own
pathetic fumblings in the
shower and his own bed didn\'t even begin to match the honeyed
pleasure of his father\'s
mouth.
His father was watching with him a bemused expression. \"Liked
that, did you?\"
Lucius said, raising one brow at Draco.
Draco blushed becomingly, a little abashed at his
enthusiastic response. He\'d never
felt this way before and he was a little frightened by it. Yet, he
didn\'t have the will to reign
in his budding sexual feelings. He wanted to do this again and again
with Lucius.
\"Don\'t be shy now. We\'ve just begun.\" Lucius lifted
himself further up on the bed,
so that he was partially draped over the boy.
Draco\'s eyes flew to his father\'s sex which was engorged and
pulsing. \"Oh, you
didn\'t. . .\"
\"Not yet.\" Lucius\' eyes were hooded. \"Why don\'t you turn
over?\"
Draco hastened to obey his father and turned over on his
stomach.
Lucius sucked in a breath at the sight of the graceful slope
of his son\'s back, the
narrow hips, and the taut crescent of his buttocks. He reached into
the night stand drawer
and withdrew a small container of lubricant. He needed to prepare
Draco so that he didn\'t
hurt him too much.
Lucius liberally coated his fingers with the cool blue gel
and brought them to his
son\'s puckered opening. He coated the small rosette and Draco moaned
involuntarily, lifting
his hips. Lucius resolutely pushed inside and Draco tightened around
his fingers. \"Relax,\"
he whispered huskily. God, if the boy was this tight around his
fingers how would he feel
pressed around his thick sex? Lucius pushed his finger in and pulled
it back out, so that
Draco got used the motion. After a few moments, he added another
finger and Draco
groaned at the increased fullness and hardened once more.
Lucius laughed softly in his ear, an all-knowing raspy sound
that gave Draco goose
pimples. Soon, the boy was moving his hips in time to his fingers
and Lucius was so hard
that he thought he might explode without ever getting inside his son
When he could stand no more, Lucius withdrew his fingers.
Draco whimpered at the
loss of contact. \"Lucius?\"
\"Roll over,\" his father growled. \"I want to look into your
eyes when I take you.\"
Draco turned over and parted his legs. His sex was flat
against his stomach, hard and
aching even though he\'d already climaxed.
Lucius\'s hands clamped on the boy\'s hips and drew him across
the bed towards him.
Draco\'s pulse raced at the expression in Lucius\' feral eyes. He
positioned himself between
the boy\'s thighs and drew Draco\'s legs high around his waist.
\"Please,\" Draco said breathlessly. He wanted Lucius to
fill him. Draco had a wild
need to be possessed, taken. Lucius\' sex nudged its way inside,
sliding past the tight ring of
muscles. \"Agh!\" Draco cried out, he could feel himself stretching to
accommodate his
father\'s girth. The commingled pleasure and pain was an exquisite
agony Draco wanted to
commit to memory.
\"All right?\" Lucius asked dazedly. He was having trouble
concentrating because h\'d
never felt like this before. Draco was divinity itself –– tight,
warm, and familiar.
Draco nodded, looking up at his father with wide eyes as he
Lucius withdrew, only
to push back inside. Then, Lucius began to steadily thrust, taking
great care not to hurt
Draco. The boy\'s eyes nearly rolled back in his head as his father
stroked a pleasurable
space within himself that he didn\'t know existed. \"Oh! Oh!\" Lucius
chuckled low in his
throat as he relentlessly struck that wicked pleasure center
within. Draco\'s smooth sex was
pressed between their two bodies and eagerly responded to the
friction. Draco climaxed yet
again, as he clutched at his Lucius\' shoulders.
Lucius shouted in exultation before he began to move in
earnest. His body slid in
and out of his son\'s at a rapid pace. All the while, Lucius\' powerful
arms held him aloft, lest
he crush the boy beneath him. Lucius looked down into Draco\'s fiery
blue eyes which were
so much like his own. All the while, he chanted the word \"mine\" in
his head.
Draco lay passively beneath him, reveling in his father\'s
loss of control and the
possessiveness in his eyes. Lucius paused briefly, his eyes slamming
shut, as he spilled
himself within Draco with a growl. The boy sighed contentedly, his
arms reaching up for his
father.
\"I love you, son,\" Lucius gasped as he gently withdrew from
his son and collapsed
beside him.
\"I love you too, Father,\" Draco said, burying his face in his
Lucius\' shoulder.
*~*~*~*
A half an hour later, Draco stirred to find his father was
awake and watching him
carefully. They were laying side by side in Lucius\' king-sized bed,
although they weren\'t
touching. \"How are you feeling?\" Lucius queried.
Draco knew that his father was really asking if he had any
regrets. Strangely enough,
Draco had none. He never imagined that sex could feel this
wonderful, or that his very own
father would be his first lover. And what a lover Lucius was ––
patient, passionate, and
experienced. He was everything he could have hoped for and
more. \"Like I\'ve just been
shagged,\" Draco said mischievously.
Lucius\' eyes darkened with sensual promise and he pulled the
boy into his arms.
\"You know, if this is the way you punish people, I\'m going to
have misbehave a
whole lot more in the future,\" Draco murmured.
\"Really?\" Lucius said with a chuckle. \"Then I\'ll have to
think of inventive new
punishments.\" He reached around the boy and pulled a heavy box from
behind the bed.
\"Or incentives.\"
\"A prezzie?\" Draco said with childlike delight. He tore open
the package to find a
beautiful cloak within. His hand ran reverently over the velvety
surface. \"My Invisibility
Cloak! Thank you!\"
\"You\'re welcome. I\'m always generous with my. . .\"
\"Lovers?\" Draco prompted with a smirk.
\"Yes, lover,\" Lucius said, rolling the word around on his
tongue. That\'s what Draco
was now, his lover. \"So, come here and thank me properly.\"
Draco reached a sly hand beneath the covers. \"Like this?\"
\"That\'s a good way to start,\" Lucius drawled. \"And after
that, I thought we\'d play a
very adult version of hide and seek with your new cloak.\"
\"I knew you had an ulterior motive for buying it,\" Draco
teased before his head
disappeared beneath the covers.



A/N : I have to thank some people. I was partially inspired by
Jade\'s wonderful fic \"Ingenue\". It is technically a Harry/Lucius fic but there are some
Lucius/Draco elements as well, including Tease!Dracot I t I modified for my fic. You can
find her stories here: