Summary: A look at the development of the relationship between Lucius and Draco, spanning 10 years in the process. Draco wanders into his father's office, and has to hide to not be detected...
Warnings: Incest. Chan! Shota! Also, oral sex, frottage.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling, no copyright infringement is intended. I play with them, without permission, in my head and for fun; not earning money from sharing it. No real people were harmed in the writing of this story.
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Delectationis Draconigenae II
Draco was ten years old, and he didn't mind so much when Daddy tied him up.
It didn't happen often, but when it did, he knew that it was time for a special game, one that his father enjoyed very much. He liked hearing Daddy whisper that he was a good boy, liked hearing the little things that his father never said all the other times. There was also a different way that he looked at him, and everything was slower, more intense.
This game was a little different, but it felt good too, and Draco knew that his Daddy loved him this way as well.
Draco carefully opened the door to his father's study and looked inside. It was empty.
He sneaked inside and quietly closed the door behind him. He looked around the room, marvelling at how much it felt like Daddy, almost as if he was there, in the room with him. It was a nice feeling, comforting, but also a little intimidating at the same time. There were so many strange things in the cabinet, behind glass doors... some of them not so comforting, and Draco hurried past it on his way to Lucius' desk.
He scrambled up in Lucius' chair, enjoying the feel of the leather under his hands. It was soft and smooth, still warm, either from the heat of his father's body or from the sun that had lighted the room earlier.
Suddenly, Draco heard his father's voice faintly filtering through the door; he was talking to someone. The words were indistinguishable, but the voices grew louder, came closer. He looked around for a place to hide, knowing that he wasn't supposed to be in his father's study alone, but nothing really looked like a good hiding place. He could easily be spotted behind a chair, and the curtains wouldn't conceal his form well enough, he knew that from playing hide-and-seek with his mother. As the door handle moved, Draco almost panicked and did the only thing there was time for - he slid off the chair and curled up under his father's desk, hiding in the shadows.
Draco's heart was pounding so hard, and he tried to breathe silently but it was so difficult. What if Daddy needed to use his desk, and would the visitor sit down opposite him? Draco wondered if the covered back of the desk was hiding him completely from view.
He could hear the two men enter the room and the sound of drinks being poured. He knew now who Daddy's visitor was, both from the sound of his voice and the relaxed behaviour of his father: it was uncle Severus. That meant that Draco would have to hide for quite a while; Daddy usually enjoyed spending time with him.
It was rather calming to hear their voices, and Draco began to relax when he realised that the men had sat down in the chairs in front of the fireplace. He didn't understand much of what they were talking about, but it sounded as if they were pleased with something. Both his father and uncle Severus mentioned names that Draco recognised, but he soon stopped paying attention to the words, concentrating on the voices instead, and was lulled to sleep by their rich and comforting tones.
He woke up with a start as Lucius' chair was pulled out, and his father sat down at the desk. Now Draco was trapped, even more than he had been. Earlier, he had been able to move a little, but now he barely dared to breathe. The room was silent apart from the light rasp of a quill against parchment, and Draco wondered if uncle Severus had left while he was sleeping. There were no other sounds and Draco began feeling confident that he was alone with his father.
Very slowly, Draco sat up and reached out towards his father. He let his hand hover for a moment over Lucius' thigh, uncertain what the reaction would be, before he touched him.
There was silence. The sounds of his father's writing had stopped, and in the brief moment before Lucius moved, Draco had time to imagine his anger at finding him hiding under the desk. But Lucius' reaction was different from what Draco had feared. He simply reached down and placed his hand over his son's, caressing the top of it with a finger.
"I was wondering when you would make your presence known," he said, his voice soft.
"I was afraid you'd be angry with me." Draco moved closer and looked up at his father. He should have realised that his father knew he was there. Daddy always seemed to know everything.
"Why did you come in here?"
"I missed you, and in this room I feel close to you."
"And would I be angry at you for wanting to be close to me?" Lucius gave Draco a small smile and stroked his cheek.
Draco smiled back, feeling relieved. "No." He rested his other cheek against Lucius' thigh. "No, you wouldn't." He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feelings inside him, enjoyed how Daddy stroked his hair and the warmth of the leg he was leaning against. Draco felt safe and comfortable again.
"But you have to understand that you should not come in here alone. Some of the items in this room are dangerous, and if you touch them, you could be hurt."
"I won't do it again, Daddy. I promise." Draco wondered if there was anything he could do to make Lucius happy with him again. After a few moments he had an idea; he could placate his father with something that he knew that Daddy enjoyed very much.
"Do you want to play with me?"
"Dragon, I have some things I need to do first."
"I mean that we can play in that special way you like." Draco raised his head and looked pleadingly at his father. He began to feel all fluttery and warm inside, remembering the feel of Lucius' hands moving over his body instead of his hair. "Please?" He knew that he could persuade his father, knew that Daddy would be tempted by the offer.
"Are you trying to bribe me, Draco?"
"Yes." Draco flashed a grin at Lucius, and was rewarded with a low chuckle.
"Spoken like a true Malfoy," Lucius said as he pushed the chair back and rose to his feet. "Come then." He held out a hand to his son and smiled at Draco when he took it after scrambling out from under the desk.
They went together to Draco's room, and even though Draco wanted to skip up the stairs, he restrained himself and walked at his father's pace. Well inside, Draco flung himself at Lucius and gave him a tight hug.
"I love you, Daddy!"
Lucius smiled and hugged his son back, lifting him up and carrying him to the bed. He sat down and placed a gentle kiss on Draco's lips.
"I love you too, Draco. We don't have to play Daddy's game if you don't want to."
Draco shook his head. "It was my idea..." He moved closer to his father, pressing his young body against him. "And you like it."
"Yes, I do like it."
"Can I undress you?" Draco was already reaching out to open Lucius' robes. When Lucius nodded, Draco began undoing the buttons, concentrating fully on the task. He smiled up at his father as he pulled on the sleeves to get the fabric off him, and then moved his hand over Lucius' chest in an imitation of caresses that his father used to give him. He traced around the nipples with his fingers, looking up into Lucius' face again when he hummed in appreciation.
"I want to be like you when I grow up."
"Oh, I'm sure you will be, Draco." Lucius cupped Draco's face in his hands and kissed him softly. There was a brief moment of eye contact, a short space in which Draco felt that he understood his father completely. Then Lucius' gaze wandered down, along with his hands, and he started undressing his son, slowly uncovering Draco's body to his touches.
Caresses were given and received, slow, gentle, and Draco slipped off his father's lap to kneel in front of him again, just like he previously had. The difference now was that they were both naked. He leaned forward, grabbing Lucius' cock with one hand, and gave it a light kiss.
It felt good in his hand, nice against his lips, his cheek. Draco nuzzled it and tilted his head up to grin at his father. He knew how good this felt for Daddy, from the times that he had done similar things to Draco. He knew also from the look on Lucius' face and the way those grey eyes were fixed upon him, that he enjoyed it. Draco enjoyed playing with his father like this; he experimented with licks and kisses, with changing his grip, moving his hand, and different things resulted in different reactions. There were a few sighs, a moan or two, and Lucius' hand on Draco's shoulder tightened at times.
Draco sucked enthusiastically on his father's cock, making slurping noises and sounds of contentment. He didn't take it too far in, because that made him gag, but licked and teased the smooth tip instead. Then he pulled away, releasing it with a popping sound. He licked his lips and smiled while getting to his feet.
"Touch me now?" He really wanted Daddy to touch him and make him feel good in the way only he could; it never felt as nice when Draco touched himself.
"Come here then." Lucius smiled and hugged Draco close, then lay back on the bed, pulling Draco with him.
Draco wiggled slightly as he found himself being on top of his father, enjoying the feel of Daddy's hard cock pressed against him, like a pulsing, twitching animal trapped between them. When his movements drew a low moan from Lucius, Draco grinned mischievously and wriggled a little more, rubbing his own prick against Daddy's body. Lying like this, he couldn't reach up to kiss his father's mouth, but he could kiss and lick the skin of his chest. It wasn't as good, but the heat that spread through his limbs from the continued friction against hot flesh soon made him forget that, as did the hands that now caressed down his back and squeezed his arse gently, pressing him even closer.
So intent was Draco on his own pleasure that he barely noted that his father's movements against him had intensified, that the hips that thrust up moved faster, that Lucius' breathing was short and shallow. But he did notice that the heartbeat under the ribs his ear was resting against speeded up, the sound getting louder and faster. He raised his head to look at his father, because he wanted to see that look on his face, the look that told Draco that Daddy enjoyed this just as much as he did.
Lucius' eyes were closed and there was a light flush of colour on his face, his lips were slightly parted as he moaned, and Draco's heart swelled with pride. He was the reason for the flustered look, the reason for his father lying on his back, hair fanned out around him; Draco could make his father feel good.
When Lucius had come, the wetness making their skin stick together, Draco reached out and played with a portion of the blond hair. He was relaxed, satisfied and happy. Suddenly a thought struck him and he frowned.
"We didn't play your game, Daddy." Draco had been so wrapped up in the sensations and the wonderful feeling of being close, that he didn't realise until then that his bribe, the peace offering, had not been taken.
"We can save it for another day, Dragon." Lucius smiled.
"But you liked this too?"
"Yes. You're such a good boy..." Lucius held him close, and Draco gave a content sigh, happy to lie in his father's strong arms.
"Do you have homework today?"
"Yes, a little math and then I have to write an essay about our family." Draco moved up a bit and nuzzled into the crook of Lucius' neck. "I'll do it before dinner."
"Good." Lucius stroked his son's hair, resting comfortably a little longer before he had to go back to the study to plan some business strategies to increase his wealth. One day it would be Draco's, he knew.
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