Author: eeyore9990
Title: A Proper Apology
Characters: Lucius, Draco, Snape
Rating: NC-17, Not advisable for Australian readers
Warnings: UA, caning, verbal abuse, physical abuse, graphic sex, object sex, graphic language
Kinks chosen: UA, caning
Word Count: 4723
Summary: Lucius strives to make Draco understand the importance of being a Malfoy, with object lessons.
Author's notes: This is my first offering for daily_deviant. I hope it lives up to expectations. Be aware that I’ve never written anything this kinky before. Enjoy. beta'd by knightmare_shad and vlredreign and a bit of help from sincerelysevy.
Disclaimer: Characters and situations owned by J K Rowling and various companies. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.



Lucius stood in the foyer of Malfoy Manor, awaiting the imminent arrival of his son and heir. A son and heir he was greatly displeased with. A piece of parchment was clutched in his fist, and that fist was the only sign of his building fury. That and the fact that his eyes were utterly devoid of any warmth, making the pale grey colour resemble nothing so much as chips of ice.

The doorknob twisted and Draco tumbled in, laughter spilling from his lips as some little friend of his tried to follow. With a flick of Lucius’ hand, the door slammed shut behind Draco, locking with a decisive “snick.” Draco froze, wide eyes flying to his father’s as what little colour resided in his pale cheeks drained from them.

Lucius stalked forward, his every step ringing against the ancient marble tiles. “Would you like to explain for me, son, how a Mudblood… a Mudblood managed to outperform a pure-blooded member of the Malfoy family? Hmm?”

Lucius could hear Draco gulp, the sound overly loud in the absolute silence of the airy entryway. His pink mouth, rimmed with thin, wet lips, opened and closed, obviously searching for words that wouldn’t come.

“You are my son!” Lucius’ voice had not risen above a furious whisper throughout, but his fury could not have been clearer if he had shouted it to the heavens. “I have been lenient with you, Draco, believing that the blood that runs through your veins would triumph in the end. However, I see that stricter measures will need to be taken to ensure that you never shame me again. I expect you in my office in five minute’s time. You will use that five minutes to prepare an apology to myself and your mother for your abject failure as a Malfoy.”

~

Draco stood before his father, his heart pounding in fear and… something else… as the cold, cutting words tore through him. He wanted to drop to his knees, beg his father for his forgiveness. He’d often felt the brush of disappointment from his parents, but this… this was the worst thing he’d ever gone through. He wanted nothing more than to satisfy his father that he was worthy of him, worthy of being a Malfoy, worthy of being a pure-blood. He bit his lip and nodded, eyes downcast as he tried to think what form Father’s punishment would take.

He could barely breathe as his father stood there, projecting a blast of anger at him. He nearly collapsed in relief when his father turned and strode away, his heels clicking authoritatively. He had to think of an apology in five minutes, an apology that would appease his father in some small measure. Draco did not fool himself that the apology would ever be delivered to his mother, as she was truly an almost nonentity to his father.

He drew a shuddering breath and started walking slowly to his father’s study, located in the East wing, on the second floor. At the rate his unsteady legs were taking him, he’d use every one of the five minutes allotted him.

~

Lucius looked down at the crumpled parchment that showed his son’s end of term results. Most students would have to wait until July to receive theirs. Draco Malfoy was not most students because Lucius Malfoy was not most people. He was the head of the powerful, influential Malfoy family, and when he snapped his fingers, people jumped. When he had oh so gently requested his son’s results, they’d been delivered post haste.

Five Outstandings and two Exceeds Expectations would have been perfectly acceptable, if there hadn’t been a helpful notation at the bottom showing the ranking of the third year students. His son, his precious heir, was second on the list. At the top, in the place Draco should have been, stood the name Hermione Granger. He curled his hand into a fist, his anger making the loose items on his desk vibrate.

He heard the shifting of feet and snapped his head up, freezing Draco on the spot with his gaze.

“Father… I… I’m sorry! I just… I tried--“

“Silence!” Lucius hissed, slowly rising to his feet. With a sharp jerk of his head, Draco slowly entered his study and came to stand, quivering slightly, before his desk. Leaning in toward his son, he commanded, “Hands on the desk, feet spread apart.” When Draco didn’t immediately comply, he slammed his hand down on the highly polished surface of the aforementioned desk and barked out, “Now!”

Draco dropped immediately into the position Lucius had dictated, making Lucius’ blood warm slightly. He’d almost forgotten what a thrill it was to have someone completely subject to one’s will in such a way. Picking up his cane, he advanced around the large desk and came to a stop mere centimetres away from his son.

Reaching out one hand, he ran it lightly over Draco’s taut, quivering flank, whispering a low Divestum and smirking when the material under his hand disappeared to be replaced with the silky smooth skin of adolescent boy. With no more warning than that, he raised his cane and brought it sharply down onto Draco’s buttocks, startling a yelp and a flinch from his son.

“Remain perfectly still, Draco. I would hate to have to discipline you further for failing to take your punishment appropriately.” Lucius’ voice betrayed his words for a lie. He hoped Draco would give him reason to drag this out, to beat that pale, perfect arse until it was cherry red and lined with raised welts.

~

Draco cried out and lurched forward with the first blow of his father’s cane across his arse. To his surprise and shame, when his father whispered his order to remain still in Draco’s ear, the punishment took on a different flavour and Draco found himself starting to become aroused.

The cane landed, again and again, and with each pass of it, with each slight whistle it made just before it connected, with each dull throb and sharp, slicing pain in his arse, his prick became harder and harder, until a moan of absolute need spilled out of his throat. “Father,” he gasped, tears of pain, humiliation, and frustration trailing down his cheeks.

The cane stopped its whistling, falling with a clatter to the floor. Draco bit back a sob, throbbing all over, need overwhelming the pain as his cock twitched violently. He heard his father’s footsteps stride purposefully to the corner of the room where a huge fireplace lay at an angle.

“Severus Snape, Hogwarts,” he heard his father’s voice rasp out harshly. He wondered what he looked like, what picture he made, and just imagining it nearly drove him over the edge.

~

Lucius was in a white space, his vision taken up by the beautiful marks his cane was making as it struck again and again. He hardly recalled that it was his son he was beating so viciously, until Draco’s guttural gasp of, “Father!” shocked him from the zone he had fallen into.

Not noticing anything but the violently red cheeks, with white lines where the cane had impacted, Lucius dropped his cane to the floor and smirked at his handiwork. Deciding to draw out the punishment even more, to drive it home for Draco, he stalked to the fireplace in the corner of the room and threw in a pinch of Floo powder, calling out, his voice slightly raspy, “Severus Snape, Hogwarts.”

~

Severus was settled in his comfortable leather armchair, enjoying a much-deserved glass of Firewhisky when his Floo activated and Lucius Malfoy’s head appeared.

“Severus. My old friend.”

Severus felt Lucius’ voice shiver through him, but out of long habit, was able to hide his reaction. “Lucius. What do you want? I’m busy.”

“I have need of your talents. Have you a salve that will remove the visual effects of bruising, but leave the pain of such bruises?”

Severus quirked a brow, intrigued. “Of course I do. How do you suppose I keep my Slytherins properly respectful? Were they to complain of abuse, they would merely be laughed at, as I ensure there is never a mark to be found on their persons.” He smirked at his own genius. It certainly paid to be brilliant. Too bad he couldn’t use his particular brand of discipline on any students of the other houses… Severus scowled into the fireplace, an idea taking hold.

“Out of curiosity, Lucius, what need have you for my salve? Did you finally see fit to punish that ridiculously spoiled child you raised?”

Severus smirked again at the dark glower on Lucius’ face. Ahh, beautiful.

“He allowed himself to be bested by a Mudblood, Severus. I suppose I should thank you for that tidbit of knowledge. I recognised the barely legible scratching you term handwriting.”

Severus inclined his head and lifted his glass of Firewhisky in a mocking toast. “Getting back to the subject of your call…?”

Lucius pursed his lips, but even through the green glow, Severus could see that his eyes were glinting with malicious amusement. “Seeing as you are particularly experienced at applying said salve to young buttocks, perhaps you would like to help me in my… encouragement… of my son’s scholastic future?”

“Hmmm, perhaps. Tell me, what would I receive for my time and efforts?”

Lucius’ lips quirked up in what might pass for a friendly smile, if all one’s friends were vipers. “Shall we negotiate?”

~

Draco tensed as his father pulled back from the Floo, the silencing bubble he’d applied breaking with a gentle pop. Within moments, the flames in the fireplace whooshed and Professor Snape stepped smoothly through, a jar clutched in one long fingered hand. Draco stilled, face flaming with embarrassment as cold black eyes turned immediately toward him, raking dispassionately over his spread eagled form.

His eyes flickered to his father, reading the intent to humiliate in Lucius’ satisfied smirk. Draco faced back toward the desk, grateful that his erection had begun to wane during the long minutes of his father’s firechat with Snape. His humiliation would have been complete if his Professor had seen him in such a state from being caned.

A few quiet murmurs between the two older men and then the soft fall of footsteps approached. Snape, then. His father never tried to mask his steps, enjoying the fear he could instil by the mere clack of his heels on marble.

He gasped and stiffened when a finger ghosted horizontally across his arse. A low, velvety chuckle, followed by, “Well done, Lucius. Well done, indeed. He will certainly remember this lesson for quite some time. A pity you spared the rod for so long.”

Draco ground his teeth together and forced his body to remain still. The rough fingertip made the line it was drawing across his tortured flesh burn, sending a jolt of want through him once again. The finger retreated then, followed by the sound of metal on glass. Ahh, Snape was opening the jar he had brought with him.

The scent of eucalyptus filled the air, making Draco’s eyes water the tiniest bit. Within moments, his arse was being caressed again, although this time four fingers were smoothing a cool cream into his skin. The deliciously painful feeling of the fingers pressing into his flesh made his breath catch, and he was unable to refrain from pushing back against them.

~

Severus paused when Draco pushed back into his hand, the suddenly ragged breathing signalling that the boy was feeling something. Severus allowed his hand to slip down, between the spread thighs where some of the blows had landed, a bit off their target. He allowed one long finger to ghost up along Draco’s crack to feel the tightening of his balls.

Leaning forward, he whispered into Draco’s ear, “Why, you twisted little slut. You enjoyed your punishment, didn’t you?” He brought his finger backward to drag over Draco’s sensitive opening. “Did you imagine Lucius fucking you with his cane?” He dipped the tip of his finger in, circling it a bit as Draco gasped and whimpered. “Did you hold perfectly still, hoping to capture his attention?” Snape shifted, hiding what he was doing as he forced his finger in further, crooking it to find Draco’s prostate. “Did you lift your arse the slightest bit, begging for it?” Ahh, there. He found it. Draco cried out, his voice shattering as he lost his composure completely.

He lifted his calculating glance to Lucius, and nodded decisively. “I’ll take my payment this evening, Lucius.”

Without any more warning than that, he scooped up some of the salve in his other hand and reached around to Draco’s hard, pulsing length. Draco gave a sharp cry and thrust mindlessly forward, rutting into Severus’ tight grip until he came all over Lucius’ desk.

~*~

Lucius sat in his chair, shocked despite himself at the scene that was playing out. He knew of Severus’ proclivities, but he’d had no idea that Draco was following down the path to decadence.

What shocked him still further was that he found himself violently aroused at the sight of Severus bringing Draco to orgasm. His closest acquaintance and his thirteen-year-old son. Not that Lucius hadn’t ever dined on succulent young flesh; he had been quite the deviant Death Eater in his youth. He decided there was really no reason to deny himself. Not only was he quite gifted with memory charms, but also, this proved to be a powerful bit of blackmail to hold over the good Professor.

Just as he was about to say something suggestive about the situation, Severus turned and smirked at him. Lucius’ eyes narrowed and he shot to his feet, stalking forward. Walking stiffly around Severus and Draco, he allowed his voice to cut through the nearly palpable sexual haze in the room.

“This desk, gentlemen, is over four hundred years old. It is ancient, the ultimate symbol of the pureblood family, a place where business has been transacted and fortunes have been made. Your… activity this evening has shown utter disregard for the antique upon which you rest. Draco!” he snapped harshly, lips curling in satisfaction when Draco straightened up, fear flickering in his eyes. “You will clean this desk; a desk at which, Merlin willing, you will one day rule the family.”

When Draco shook his head in confusion, he leaned forward until his lips were barely touching the shell of his son’s ear. “Lick. It. Up.” He allowed his tongue to lick gently at the lobe on “lick” and when he finished giving the command, gave the same spot a sharp nip, making Draco break out in a fine trembling and lean toward him, moaning softly. “Now, Draco. I expect you to remove every trace of evidence of what you did here this evening.”

Turning to Severus, he arched one perfect eyebrow and gave a soft snarl, his lip curving in displeasure. “As for you, old friend, did you think I would allow you to do such a thing, in my home, and not retaliate? Were you foolish enough to believe I would have forgotten your own preferred method of punishment? Severus, if I didn’t know better, I would think you wanted a beating of your own.”

Stepping up behind Severus, he gently swept the lank black hair away from the long neck and sank his blunt teeth in right there. Just before he could draw blood, he pulled back, admiring the perfect impression he’d left in the too pale skin. “Do you think of that, Severus? Every time you cane one of your students, do you wish it were your arse taking the beating? Did you come here this evening, hoping I would give in to my baser instincts? Did you goad me with your abuse of my son’s innocence?” He nearly laughed over that last bit, but restrained himself in time. A Malfoy, innocent? The humour was not lost on Severus, apparently, as he chuckled raggedly.

Lucius twisted a hand in Severus’ hair, forcing him to his knees. “You dare laugh at me, Severus?” He watched, his pleasure mounting, as Severus’ eyes slid closed, the delicious pain of being treated so viciously pushing every button he had. “Do you forget so easily, brat, your position? After all your time in our selected group, one would think you would remember who you belong to.”

Spotting his cane a bit out of reach, Lucius twisted Severus to face it and said, “Crawl to it, and pick it up. If you please me, I’ll give you five extra strokes. And it’ll be a beating such as you’ll never forget.”

Lucius turned his head and speared his son with his icy gaze. “I believe I gave you an order, Draco. Do it! Now!” His gaze turned hot at the erotic sight of his son dropping to his knees in front of the desk and tentatively licking at the come dripping down the side of it.

He released his grip on Severus’ hair and watched as he slowly crawled toward the cane, his movements giving lie to the seemingly subservient position. Severus moved with a cat-like grace in this position, something that had brought him the Dark Lord’s favour those many years ago. A favour he, in turn, gave his most trusted Death Eater. Lucius smirked as he remembered the many hours of pleasure he had spent with Severus before the Dark Lord fell, and they had, by necessity, ended their relationship.

He smirked darkly as Severus crawled back toward him, cane balanced precisely between those yellowed, crooked teeth. Teeth that, oddly enough, felt particularly delicious scraping along one’s engorged cock. Lucius allowed himself a moment to ponder fucking Severus’ mouth, since he was in the perfect position for it, but recalled himself to the point of this little gathering.

“Draco, you may stop salivating on my desk now.” He sighed in mock despair as Draco stiffened at his words. “Come here, son.” Draco grasped the edge of the desk and rose shakily to his feet, turning a gaze full of awareness and uncertainty on Lucius. Lucius merely lifted one eyebrow and, raising his hand, crooked one finger at his son.

Draco hastened forward, nearly tripping over Severus in his haste.

“Severus, rise. Draco, as you have benefited not only from Severus’ gifted hand with potions, but his talented hand with pleasure this evening, you will return the hospitality our guest as shown you. Severus, my cane.” Severus leaned over Lucius’ outstretched hand and, rolling up his black eyes in challenge, slowly opened his jaw to return the cane.

Lucius smiled intently at Severus before snapping at Draco, “Suck him off, boy. We haven’t all night!” When Draco made to drop to his knees, Lucius grabbed his arm. “No, son, bend from the waist. I want to have access to you should I need it.”

He stepped back and watched in satisfaction as Draco bent over gracefully and took as much of Severus’ cock into his mouth as he could swallow from this angle.

~

Severus threw his head back and sank his fingers into Draco’s hair, holding the boy’s head steady so he could fuck slowly into that hot little mouth. He was just starting to find a rhythm both he and the boy could live with when he heard the first whistle of the cane. When it struck, causing pain to blossom spectacularly across his buttocks, Severus cried out and pushed himself straight down Draco’s throat, forcing his way past the boy’s gag reflex and causing him to flail as his airway was obstructed.

Severus realised the cane was silent, and turned with a moan of need to look askance at Lucius. Lucius glared back, silently reprimanding him for his lack of self-discipline. Severus blinked back to himself and looked down at where Draco was flailing and choking. Pulling back, he allowed the boy to recover before nudging forward once again.

And again, just as they were working in tandem, the cane smacked harshly into the taut flesh of Severus’ buttocks. He just managed to retain control over himself this time, and in reward he received three more stripes in quick succession.

“Those were your five promised strokes. I have been remiss in not requiring you to count these out. You will do so now. Beginning with one.”

Severus smiled, which turned to a grimace of pained pleasure when the cane sliced down again. “One.”

~

Draco breathed as often as he was able, using his mouth to pleasure his Professor to the best of his ability. He whimpered and moaned every time he heard the whistle and smack of the cane, wishing it was him it was being used on. And the things Father was saying to Severus…

"Severus, how dare you fuck my thirteen-year-old son’s mouth."

Whack!

“Surely, I taught you the importance of not thrusting about like a wild beast."

Whack!

Draco groaned as the cane propelled Severus into him again and again and again. He was so hard, just listening to the sound of cane against flesh. He longed for it again, whimpered low in his throat, hoping to attract his father’s attention.

Suddenly, the swishing noise of the cane sounded different and then the glorious pain he’d been longing for was spreading across his backside, causing him to scream around his mouthful of cock.

“Do you know why I beat you, Draco?” his father asked conversationally, voice slightly amused. When Draco didn’t answer swiftly enough, he felt the tip of the cane nudge at one of his arse cheeks, digging in to one of the hundreds of welts.

Draco pushed back against the probing, unforgiving wood, groaning at the sensations that blossomed through him as he did so.

“I beat you because I can. It is what being a Malfoy means, Draco. And yet, there you stand, the cock of a half-blood in your mouth. Tsk. Have I taught you nothing?” Whistle. Smack. Draco screamed in pleasure, unable to stop the begging motion of his hips.

“You’d do anything for more of the cane, wouldn’t you, you filthy little boy? Tell me, Draco. Tell me what you would do. Would you let me fuck you, Draco?” Lucius asked, his voice low and harsh with desire. “Would you let your own father fuck you, Draco?”

Draco slurped around Severus’ cock, making pleading noises in his throat. When his father had first mentioned fucking him, his cock had pulsed hard, his earlier orgasm completely forgotten in the promise he heard in Lucius’ steely tones. When Lucius didn’t do anything else, just stood there tapping one toe deliberately on the floor, Draco tore his mouth off of Severus and swung around, lifting his wild gaze to his father’s face. “Yes, Father, please! Please, Father, please, please, please—“

The cane struck again, ruthlessly. Draco cried out and went to his hands and knees on the floor, spreading his thighs in supplication. “—please, please, please—“

“Do. Not. Beg.” Lucius’ hiss had a marked effect on Draco, who thrust back into the air near his father’s legs. “Perhaps this lesson is one that should be taught first hand. Severus, come.”

Draco forced his eyes open wide, blinking past the tears of frustratingly unfulfilled desire. He watched as his father spun Severus into the desk, pinning the taller man’s hands to its surface as he quickly banished both their remaining clothing. Lucius scooped some of Severus’ salve into his hand to rub over his hard cock before slowly sliding it into Severus’ arse, making that man’s back arch as he hissed at the burning pain of being taken unprepared.

“We, Draco, are Malfoys,” Lucius said, taking up where he’d left off like he wasn’t viciously thrusting into Severus, hands fisted in greasy hair. “It isn’t just our name, it is who we are. Being a Malfoy is synonymous with being the best. At all times and in every way. No one bests us, most especially little upstart, Mudblood witches.” Lucius’ hips were snapping back and forth and Severus was punctuating each thrust with a groan and, occasionally, words like, “fuck!” and “yes!” and “harder!”

Lucius pulled out of Severus, stroking himself until he came in great spurts all over the man’s arse and thighs.

Turning to Draco, he said, “Now, son, show me what it means to be a Malfoy.”

Draco gulped and turned toward Severus, his cock nearly bursting at the thought of what he was about to do.

~

Severus was barely paying attention to whatever pure-blood nonsense Lucius was attempting to impart to Draco. He was being fucked viciously, and he loved it. He craved it, always, with every fibre of his being, and he was finally getting it. He lowered his head to the desk and rode back onto Lucius’ thick cock, snapping his hips as he drove himself closer and closer to his ultimate pleasure.

Suddenly, Lucius pulled out and he felt a hot flood of come pour onto his buttocks and thighs, a groan of frustration spilling from his lips.

“Now, son,” he heard Lucius say invitingly, “show me what it means to be a Malfoy.”

Severus swung his head around, his incredulous stare darting between Lucius and Draco. He watched as Draco’s eyes went wide, eyes that were glued to Severus’ arse. And then…

And then the brat stole Severus’ breath when he bent down and picked up the cane from where it lay on the floor. The silver snake-head gleamed in the light, and Severus’ mouth went dry. He couldn’t have said exactly how he knew, but he did. He knew exactly what Draco was going to do next.

~

Lucius’ eyebrow went up when Draco, instead of immediately stepping forward and thrusting into Severus’ stretched and twitching hole, stooped to pick up Lucius’ cane. He nearly snapped at the boy to be careful with it, but the utter devotion his son treated it with silenced his words.

He watched, bemused, as Draco slowly stroked the head of the cane, hand wrapping around it and twisting, seeming to be testing it for something. Draco’s sudden smile told Lucius that whatever it was, he’d found the answer he’d been searching for. When Draco reached for the salve and spread it on the head of the cane instead of the head of his cock, Lucius finally realised what it was he was planning to do.

His protest died in his throat as he caught sight of the hungry look on Severus’ face. Severus had apparently come to the same conclusion Lucius had and was eager, no, desperate for what Draco planned.

Draco stepped up to Severus and, in a perfect imitation of Severus’ earlier treatment of him, ran the fingers of one hand over the marks on his arse, saying quietly, “Why, you twisted little slut. You enjoyed your punishment, didn’t you?”

He placed the head of the cane at Severus’ entrance, smiling a wicked little smile. “Did you imagine Father fucking you with his cane?” Grunting a bit, he forced the head past the ring of muscles that had never had to stretch around anything this big.

“Did you hold perfectly still, hoping to capture his attention?”

Severus cried out when Draco pushed it in just the slightest bit farther, twisting it. “Gods, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Did you lift your arse a bit, begging for it?” Draco began to fuck Severus with the cane, twisting it in and out, watching his Professor come completely apart.

Lucius watched Draco take his adolescent erection in hand and smirk, drawing his hand over it in a hard and fast rhythm, one that he matched to the rhythm of the cane he was forcing into Severus over and over again.

“Did you hope it would be Father doing this? Or…” He grunted and came all over Severus, covering the evidence of Lucius’ earlier release.

“Or did you hope somewhere in that deviant little heart of yours that I would be the one to do it?”

Lucius watched, satisfied, as Severus cried out and came, body falling limply against the desk as he murmured, over and over again, “Yes.”

He clapped softly, drawing Draco’s attention. “Apology accepted, son. You truly are a Malfoy.”