All in the Family, for thepinkrabbit Title: All in the Family Author: *unknown* Recipient: thepinkrabbit Pairing: Lucius/Draco Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 1625 Warnings: Malfoycest, male/male 'relationship' Disclaimer: Not mine. All belongeth to JK Rowling. A/N: Written for the HP Family Funcest. I hope you like it thepinkrabbit. DH Spoilers: None Summary: Lucius believes it it high time for Draco's entrance into manhood, and shows him precisely what his father had shown him.
The small silver dagger had been passed down from generation to generation, on his father's side. It was his weapon of choice oftentimes and it seemed to garner the best results. Giving it one last polish, he placed it alongside his other instruments, all ready and gleaming to the nines. His love deserved the best tonight, after all.
Humming softly, he picked up a pair of silk gloves, pulling them on and adjusting them just so. He tied his long, silver-blonde hair back with a black silk ribbon, arranging it so that it fell gracefully down his back. Ready now, he glanced out the window. The sun had gone down awhile ago, and the Manor was quiet. Turning, he faced the boy who was currently manacled from the ceiling, the chains in perfect condition. He pulled the blindfold off the boy's eyes, and smirked as they stared wide-eyed back at him.
"Nervous, Draco?" Lucius drawled softly, running a gloved finger down the cheek of his son, whose features were so like his own. Draco shivered, though the room was kept heated by the fire Lucius had ordered the house elves to keep stoked.
"N-no, Father." Draco replied, his voice catching slightly. Lucius hissed; raising a hand and slapping him across the cheek. His pale, unblemished skin turned a raw, blotchy red as Draco flinched away, chains clinking together.
"Do not lie to me, boy. It will only make things worse for you." He watched as Draco nodded his assent, an almost defiant and hungry look in his silver-grey eyes. Lucius smiled softly to himself; this would indeed be a pleasure. He circled him, admiring his smooth skin from every angle, sighing contentedly. He had decided on which weapon would be favoured tonight. He palmed the dagger, feeling the cold metal warm at his touch. He brought it over to his heir, placing the blade flat against his lips, smiling predatorily.
"Give it a lick. Use that well-trained tongue for something." His groin pulsed as Draco's tongue peeked out, giving the blade a hesitant swipe with the tip.
"Come now, you can do better than that." Lucius chided, pressing the blade harder. The tongue came out again, laving the blade with the flat of his tongue. Lucius watched in satisfaction, his interest and arousal growing as he imagined that tongue pleasuring him, giving him what he wanted. But he shook himself from that state; now was not the time to be thinking such things when there were much more important things to be seen to. He pulled the dagger away from Draco's mouth, who had been paying it enough attention as he would to a lolly, taking care not to damage that lovely tongue of his.
He began to contemplate his next move, perusing the body in front of him. This kind of thing had to be done with all the finesse a Malfoy was born with, done in the same fashion his father had shown him, and his father before him. Scanning the table of instruments, he picked up something small, closing his hand around the object, his fingers tingling with anticipation. Stopping in front of Draco, he palmed his cock, already partially hard, and began stroking. He kept a slow, steady pace, enjoying the way his son's eyes grew murky and closed, his breath quickening and growing heavier.
When Draco was completely hard and leaking, he revealed his toy. In the palm of his hand sat a silver, serpent-shaped cock ring, charmed to adjust itself as it saw fit. Lucius slid it onto Draco's more than likely aching cock and watched in fascination as the snake writhed and coiled around his member. His head snapped up as the boy loosed a soft moan, his hips arching forward and his head falling back, silky hair caressing his back. He ran his hand through the shoulder length tresses, tugging sharply. Draco's gasp shot through his body, allowing his own cock stand at full attention.
"You will not come until after this has come off, and not until I say so." He fingered the snake ring around Draco's cock, falling to his knees briefly to give it a swift lick to the underside, admiring the thick musky odour and heaviness, causing the blonde boy to jerk on the chains holding him tight.
Standing, he picked up the dagger again, dragging the tip down Draco's chest, drawing a shiver from the boy. Bowing his head slightly, he captured his parted lips in a rough kiss, plundering his mouth with his tongue. He broke away moments later, gasping slightly at the power his son wielded over him.
"So perfect, aren't you, Draco? Not a scar or blemish on you; exquisite pale skin, wide gorgeous eyes, long limbs. So many would kill to be you, to have you. Hmm." He could find nothing he could fault the boy with; something had to be done.. He moved the dagger from its perusal of Draco's body back to the centre of his chest, poised at the ready. At the first cut, Lucius could hear Draco's breath hitch. He glanced down to see his eyes closed tight, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips. He pulled off a glove and dipped a finger into the rivulets of bright, red blood running down his chest, smearing it slightly. He brought the digit up to Draco's mouth, commanding him silently to lick.
As his mouth wrapped around his finger, Lucius felt his eyes slide shut, his free hand finding its way to his clothed cock, rubbing and squeezing forcefully, seeking release. The scent of blood, metallic and somehow smelling red, filled the room, bringing him closer to climax.
Lucius' grey eyes fluttered open reluctantly and his hand left his aching cock to pick up the blade once again. He made a few more shallow cuts on his chest, watching in delight as Draco writhed with each cut made, moaning softly, hips canting forward. He placed his mouth over one cut, sucking and laving until he was shaking under his hands. Draco's cock was an angry red, desperately craving to be touched, and at this point, Lucius was willing to give it to him. He had been a good boy, after all.
Picking up his wand, he muttered a charm and Draco's bonds came loose, letting him fall to the floor, moaning and gasping quietly as the blood rushed back to his hands.
"Come, up you get, onto your knees. You've been good; you may have your prize now." He hastily climbed to his knees and waited patiently as Lucius divested himself of the rest of his clothing. He guided his pretty blonde head to his prick in a silent gesture to suck him off. He sighed in relief and nearly came on the spot, his tongue better than what he had imagined. His Draco was certainly skilled, in more ways than one.
When he felt himself beginning to reach his peak, he removed Draco from him, moving him onto all fours. Reaching down, he touched the ring clasped tightly around Draco's cock and it slid off into his hand. He positioned himself behind Draco, and fell to his knees, grasping the slim hips in front of him.
"Remember what I said, Draco. You are not to come until I say so." He silently summoned a pot of lube, liberally coating his fingers. His hand dropped to the cleft of Draco's arse, running a single finger down, coming to a stop at the small pucker. He slid a finger in slowly, revelling in the soft moans emitted from deep in Draco's throat. He slid another finger in after a few minutes, keeping to a steady pace. Draco rocked back, keening as one of Lucius' fingers stroked a part of him the sent shudders racking through his body.
"Please. Can you just-" His voice broke as Lucius' free hand trailed a line of fire down his spine. He cried out, however, when Lucius' hand came down hard against his flesh, reddening the skin.
"Patience, boy. I know what you want, and you will get it. But behaviour like this, at this moment? Did I ask for a rutting animal? No, I do not believe I did. However," he continued softly, "if you choose to behave as such during the rest of our time tonight, you may do so." And without so much as a warning, he thrust deeply into Draco, hissing at the tightness and heat that enveloped his cock. His fingers gripped his son's narrow hips tightly as his own hips rocked forwards, thrusting in and out and sighing contentedly at the pressure building up inside of him. It didn't take very long before he was coming hard into the cleft of Draco's arse.
"You may release yourself now." One hand slipped down lazily, curling around Draco's cock. He dropped a kiss onto the small of his back as his hips canted forward. It took mere moments after that, and Lucius found his hand coated in his progeny's sperm.
He slid out, and slowly climbed to his feet, pulling on a satin dressing robe over his shoulders as he went. Smirking haughtily at the boy on his floor, he moved gracefully to the bed, spreading himself out luxuriously.
"You may leave now. Good night, Draco." He flicked his wand at the double doors, then turned away, not particularly in the mood to watch his son walk away. The doors closed behind his pale figure, and Lucius waved the dark hangings of his large bed closed, proud at how well the night went. It was family tradition, after all.
It seemed sleep would come easily tonight, and bring with it very pleasant dreams...