Sage of Sin (sageofsin) wrote in lessersins, @ 2007-06-07 13:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | harry potter, lucius/draco |
Temptation Beckons
Title: Temptation Beckons
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Draco and Lucius Malfoy
Prompt: 001: Beginnings
Word Count: 542
Rating: PG-13
Author’s Notes: Written for slash_100 on LJ. Warnings for thoughts of incest. Lucius watches his son practice.
Overhead, the noonday sun shined down warmly upon the large garden at Malfoy Manor. Slithering its way across the freshly clipped grass, a small green snake sought shelter from the heat of the sun. It slid into the shade cast by one of the stone benches of the garden, unseen by the man who sat upon it.
Lucius Malfoy’s gaze was trained skyward, a hand up to shade his eyes as he watched Draco practice with his friends, brooms zipping about. From his seat in the garden, Lucius smiled as he caught sight of the teen. Draco had improved a great deal over the previous year. The boy was obsessed with the idea of besting Potter at Quidditch. There was nothing wrong with a little competition in Lucius’ mind. He was certain that Draco would achieve that goal eventually. He was a Malfoy, after all.
Deciding to take a break, the teens landed on the soft grass of the lawn nearby. Lucius watched as Draco removed his gloves to push a stray lock of hair off of his dampened forehead. His face was slightly flushed from his exertion in the sky. The elder Malfoy noted how the teen had grown over the previous year. Quidditch practice seemed to be giving the boy a lean and toned frame. Lucius’ mind wandered to the memory of seeing his son walking from the bathroom clad only in a towel, revealing a body slowly blossoming into manhood.
Trying in vain to push such wanton thoughts of his son from his mind, the elder Malfoy didn’t notice Draco’s approach until the object of his fantasies was standing before him.
“Father,” Draco said, still slightly breathless. “We’re going to take a break for a while.”
Lucius nodded curtly, trying not to notice his son’s gently heaving chest. Trying not to watch the bead of perspiration trickling down the teen’s neck to slip below the collar of his shirt. Trying not to wonder if Draco would shiver if his tongue traced the droplet’s path.
Watching the boy’s retreating form obscured by the trio of friends trailing behind him, Lucius sighed. He wasn’t sure when these odd feelings and thoughts had begun. How fatherly devotion had slowly metamorphosed into something else. Something darker, perhaps. Face flushing with embarrassment, the man shifted on the bench, trying to suppress a nascent erection. He pressed a hand to the traitorous piece of flesh, stroking lightly to relieve some of the pressure. Lucius shuddered, trying to shift his thoughts from visions of his son’s nude form. He willed himself under control. It wouldn’t do to have Draco or his friends see him in such a state.
Suddenly feeling something pass lightly over his shoe, Lucius startled slightly. He looked down just in time to see a small snake make a quick path along the grass before disappearing into the flowerbed. He was reminded of a story that Arthur was going on about some time ago with a group of wizards at the Ministry. A cautionary tale that he’d learned from Muggles about the perils of listening to serpents. Shaking his head, Lucius composed himself and went inside to join his son, the small green snake regarding him from its place among the flowers.
End