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Draco really despised being left alone in the Manor. He was quite used to his mother not being there; she was hardly ever at home and that suited him just fine. But his father was almost always there when Draco was, especially the times he arrived home from school. At the end of last year Lucius had met him at the train station and they had traveled home together. But this year there had been no familiar head of white-blond hair standing out in the crowd.

Draco had made his way home alone, and found the Manor empty when he arrived. One of the house-elves had informed him that his father was away on business, but was expected back sometime that evening. Draco thanked the creature by tossing his trunk at it, nearly flattening the thing. He had stormed up to his room, and there he resided still. He was lying sprawled out across his bed, whiling away his time amidst the soft silk sheets. Draco sighed, totally bored.

He had been so excited to be coming home and finally getting to see Lucius. He hadn't come home for Christmas this year and it seemed like ages since he and his father had spent time together. Rolling over onto his side the boy trailed his fingers over his father's cane. Since Lucius had not been home, Draco had felt it safe to wander into the man's bedroom and explore. He had never told his father that he did such things, and he had only given in to the urge a very few times. He knew he'd be in trouble if he was caught, but there was something that drew him there. Draco loved to run his hands over his father's pillow, and once he had even laid his head upon it and basked in Lucius' scent. Today had been even better though. The older man must have been rushed when he left because he had forgotten to take his cane along with him.

Draco had taken the treasure and sequestered it away to his bedroom, planning on retuning it before Lucius arrived home. The cane reminded Draco of his father for many reasons. It was hard, and strong, and even a bit foreboding, the way the snake's fangs seemed poised to bite. Shrugging off his sweater and loosening his tie, Draco rolled over onto his back and laid the cane on his chest.

His fingers trailed along the snake's head, and giving into impulse, he lifted it and ran the back of the head across his cheek. The boy let out a soft moan. Lucius had done this to him once. Ever so gently his father had touched the cane to Draco's cheek and slowly caressed the skin for just a moment, his eyes blazing with something that Draco couldn't define, before Lucius had jerked away. Draco hadn't been sure what had happened, really, but he knew that he wanted something like that to happen again.

Downstairs, in the study, the air shifted as Lucius Malfoy apparated. Had there been anyone there to observe, they probably would have cowered from the furious look on the man's face. Lucius rarely smiled genuinely, but today his expression was as far from happy as it was possible to be. The idiot Minister for Magic had summoned all the important people in the Ministry for what he had said was a crucial meeting; it had turned out to be a phenomenal waste of everyone's time, especially Lucius'. He hated Fudge, but he hated even more the fact that he had missed welcoming his son back from school. He would never admit to anyone how much he had been looking forward to seeing his son once again; the year had been interminable without him. Draco was the reason he worked so hard at setting up the Malfoy legacy; he wanted nothing but the best for his son, and he was the only one who could properly care for him. He hated the fact that Dumbledore had more influence on Draco than he did, during the school year. But he had no choice; Hogwarts was still the best school for wizardly learning.

He glanced at the clock; it was late, but he hoped that Draco was still awake. He longed to see the boy, marvel at how much he'd matured. He knew he was torturing himself, but he couldn't resist gazing at the boy when he could; Draco was getting more and more handsome every day. Yet his features still retained an almost feminine, delicate air, one that would no doubt attract hordes of admirers soon. His fists tightened as the dull ache of anger washed over him; no one would ever be good enough for his Draco, he knew. No one except... but he couldn't allow himself to think that; that was forbidden even to a Malfoy. And he would never force Draco to do anything he didn't fully want to do.

He glanced around the study; uncharacteristically, he'd forgotten his cane. He usually took it everywhere with him, but it was a measure of how annoyed he'd been with Fudge that he'd forgotten it. But it didn't seem to be here in the study. Well, no matter; he'd do a locator spell on it, just as soon as he popped in to have a word with Draco. If the boy was still awake. He dropped his cloak on the back of the chair and moved soundlessly up the stairs.

Having no idea that his father was home, let alone approaching his room, Draco continued to play with the stolen cane. He ran the end of it up and down the inside of his legs, squirming a bit as he began to feel overly warm. Over the course of the past year he had started to explore his own body, usually late at night when he was assured that his dorm mates were sleeping soundly. He wondered briefly if it was wrong to do this, to arouse himself with his father's cane, but he didn't stop.

Draco untucked his shirt and unfastened a few of the lower buttons so he could run one hand over his stomach while the other hand maneuvered the cane up along his legs. His eyes slipped shut and he pictured his father holding the cane, his father running the hard wood over Draco's thighs. The boy knew that if it was wrong to use the older man's cane, then it was most certainly wrong to think of him as well. But, Lucius was the most attractive man he knew. So strong, so handsome, so powerful.

Lucius continued up the stairs, passing Draco's suite of rooms on the way to his own. He paused, though, because the door was slightly ajar and he could see a slice of light beyond. Draco was awake, then. Excellent. He changed his mind and walked back toward Draco's door.

It was getting far too hot in his room, the boy decided. His face was flushed and his skin was quite warm to the touch. He set the cane aside for a moment and wriggled out of his trousers. Normally he would fold them carefully and put them away, but today he didn't care for such formalities, so he simply tossed them to the floor next to his shoes.

It was much cooler now that his legs were bare, but to help further, Draco pulled his shirt up to mid chest; too aroused now to bother with taking it, and his tie, off at the moment. He retrieved the cane and gently ran the snake's head along his thigh, shivering and moaning softly as the sharp teeth grazed his skin. They weren't sharp enough to hurt him at this angle, but the way they felt sliding along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs had Draco panting after just one touch.

Lucius pushed open the door and strode through it without warning. It was his house, after all, and he could go where he chose. He opened his mouth to greet his son, but as his gaze fell on the bed, the words died in his throat, which had suddenly become dry.

He knew where his cane was, at least.

He had expected it to be sitting in the corner of his study, overlooked, but that was far from the truth. The cane was being put to a much more delicious use. Dragged against the sinfully smooth thighs of his son.

Draco lay back on his bed, at the moment unaware of his father's presence. He wore only his partially unbuttoned shirt and thin boxers. And though Lucius tried his best not to look, his eyes betrayed him, to look directly at the obvious arousal straining the front of those boxers. He licked his lips unconsciously, trying in vain to tear his eyes away from the vision of his beautiful son, legs spread, rubbing against his own cane... and calling out a name... Lucius strained to hear the soft voice, had to know who Draco was thinking of.

Unaware of his audience, Draco continued to openly pleasure himself, and he even took things a step further by turning the cane around and running the back of the snake's head over his erection. A loud gasp spilled over his parted lips as the cool metal caressed his hard cock through the very thin layer of his boxers. His slim hips arched into the air as his body worked to get a firmer touch. "Yes, Daddy," he murmured softly. "Touch me there." Draco whimpered and slid a hand under his shirt as he continually moved the head of the cane over his arousal.

Thinking his ears had betrayed him, Lucius stepped closer. Draco couldn't possibly... be thinking of him... Gods, the boy was pure innocent corruption like that, lying on his bed in boxers and a shirt, so obviously hard and teasing himself with his cane... and crying out to his father... Draco spoke again, and Lucius couldn't deny what he was saying. His body reacted, cock hardening and his pulse racing. It was time to find out what was going on. "Draco!" he snapped, stepping to the side of the bed. "Explain yourself immediately." He kept his voice cold and neutral.

Draco's eyes quickly snapped open, and guiltily he flung the cane aside and tugged on his shirt. He knew his father must have seen everything, and there was hardly anything the boy could say that would deny the obvious. "I... I..." Keeping his eyes off Lucius, he continued to stutter, a bit stunned both at being discovered, and the fact that even in the face of his father's anger his arousal wasn't going away.

"Yes, Draco?" drawled Lucius, despite himself quite enjoying the scene before him. Draco blushed beautifully, and he had to force himself to keep his eyes to the boy's face. He ignored the pulse from his own erection.

Still tugging on his shirt, even though it wasn't going to help at all, Draco chanced a peek at his father and then quickly looked away. Lucius looked quite angry, and to his horror, Draco found that was turning him on even more. "I f-found your cane," he whispered ashamedly, "and... I didn't mean to, but... It felt so good."

"You *found* it, did you? You mean you didn't go and get it deliberately?" Lucius asked sharply. He was enjoying this far too much, and intended on pushing Draco until he told him exactly what he'd been thinking of.

"Well, I..." Draco whimpered and tried to curl himself up a bit, as if he could hide from his father's gaze. Such a thing was impossible, though, and as Lucius was waiting for a reply, the boy had no choice but to give one. "I didn't plan to take it. I just saw it, and I was going to return it, but then I was..." Dark pink suffused the blond's fair cheeks and he couldn't even finish the rest of what he had been going to say. It was just too embarrassing to tell his father that he had been pleasuring himself, and thinking of him.

"Then you were what, Draco?" Lucius pressed. He would have his son speak the words, he would hear it from those perfect lips. "Tell Daddy," he purred, leaning down and putting one hand on the bed next to his son's head. With his other hand he traced a line down Draco's flushed cheek. "Tell Daddy *now*."

With a surprised gasp, Draco looked up at Lucius, but made no move to pull himself away from the fingers softly gliding over his face. His father was so close, almost on top of him with the way he was bent over. It was more than Draco could take. "I..." He bit down hard on his lower lip, not wanting to admit to what he'd been doing, but knowing that Lucius wouldn't stand for his evasiveness much longer. "I was touching myself," he said in a rush, the words almost blurred together.

"So I saw," breathed Lucius. "With my cane." He picked up the cane from the bed, ran long fingers along its length. He looked back at Draco. "Why?"

Nervously twisting the tails of his shirt in his hands, the boy looked away. The way Lucius was running his fingers along the cane wasn't helping to ease Draco's arousal. "Because," Draco paused for a long while, knowing that his father would accept nothing less than truth, but terribly scared to divulge it. Gathering his courage, but still not managing to meet Lucius' eyes, he spoke very softly. "Because it reminds me of you."

Lucius just barely refrained from moaning at his son's words. He straightened up, still holding the cane, and looked down at Draco. "Does it, now?" he said softly. He continued to caress the cane as if it were the boy's flesh. Slowly, he lowered the silver tip to Draco's thigh, running up ever so slowly. "And what does thinking of me make you feel, Draco?"

At the first touch of cool metal to his warm skin, the boy shivered greatly, parted his pale thighs even wider, and let out a low, sensual moan. He could barely fathom the notion that Lucius was touching him in such a way, it felt far too wonderful to actually be real. "I feel... I want..." Draco was having a hard time articulating anything as the cane teased higher along his thigh. His hands fisted in his shirt as he struggled not to slide them into his boxers. "Daddy," he pleaded. "I... I want you. I think about you... when I... touch myself." Draco turned his face away and tried to close his legs, suddenly feeling slightly ashamed for having admitting to something such as that.

"Draco," murmured Lucius, still caressing the soft pale skin with the cane, not allowing the boy to close his legs, so perfectly wanton were those spread thighs... "That's a very naughty thing for a boy to think of, you know that, Draco?" He moved the cane, and used it to push the boy's shirt up higher, to expose his flat stomach.

"I know, Daddy," he whispered in agreement. "I'm very sorry for being such a bad boy." It was a moment before Draco realized that his shirt was being nudged up his chest, and his first instinct was to pull it back down, until he saw that it was Lucius' cane that was responsible for baring more of his body. His full lips formed a round 'o' of surprise, and he was too stunned to do more than lie there submissively.

"What ever shall I do with such a bad boy, Draco?" Lucius mused, his calm voice not giving away how much he burned to touch his son, claim that luscious forbidden fruit. "Bad boys should be punished."

Feeling oddly bold, perhaps due to the fact that although Daddy was saying Draco was bad, the older man was making no move to stop touching him. "I'm so wicked, Daddy. I think of you so often that I will need quite a lot of punishing." He spoke very seriously and almost looked regretful, save for the way his eyes glittered with lust. Draco went so far as to pull his shirt up high enough that his nipples were just visible, hoping that maybe he could entice Lucius into admitting that the older man wanted him as much in return.

The corner of Lucius' mouth quirked up; Draco had no idea he was playing with fire, his innocent seductiveness begging to be defiled. But luckily for Draco, his father had control; and Draco needed to be taught a lesson in control. In a flash, Lucius was straddling his son, pinning his slight body to the bed as he gripped the bedframe above Draco's head. He loomed over the boy, letting Draco feel how much bigger and stronger than him he was. "Are you prepared to take your punishment like a man, Draco?"

A tremor of anxiety snaked through the boy; his father was so large and powerful, and in that instant Draco knew that he was no match for Lucius' strength. However, as quickly as it had come, it was gone. Draco knew that above all else, his father would never hurt him, and he had an inkling that his punishment might be to his enjoyment. After all, he had wanted to be in this exact for position for a very long time, and he had to admit, if only to himself, that Lucius' dominating power was very much a turn on.

"Answer me, Draco," purred Lucius, looking down at his son. He lowered one hand and quickly unfastened the boy's Slytherin tie from around his neck.

"Yes, father," he breathed. "I'm ready for whatever you give me." He lifted his head just a bit, so that Lucius could pull his tie away. The movement brought their faces closer, so that their lips were just inches apart.

Ignoring the tempting lips for now, Lucius pulled the tie free and said, tersely, "Hands on the headboard. Now." Draco's compliance was like a drug to him, sending desire through him, making him ache for the boy. Though even the things he was doing now were wrong by every standard of society. Lucius had never been one to follow the rules.

Rushing to follow the command, Draco lifted his arms above his head and held them against the headboard. He wasn't quite sure what his father was planning, but that didn't matter. Draco trusted his father and more than welcomed anything Lucius wanted to do to him. He smiled seductively up at the older man as he lay waiting for what would come next.

Quickly, expertly, Lucius wound the tie around Draco's slim wrists, ensuring they were held fast but not painfully so. Then, he sat back and looked at his perfect son. He reached down and unbuttoned the boy's white shirt so it framed his smooth chest, then he moved back, off the bed. He picked up the cane again and looked down at his son. "Ready, Draco?"

Tilting his head to take one glance at where his hands were bound with his own tie, Draco then settled back and looked down to where his father was standing. He gave a small nod of his blond head, anticipation already welling up inside him. "Yes, Father," he answered obediently. He was harder than he'd ever been, and wishing he could touch himself just briefly; but the sensation of being bound and vulnerable before his father was so deliciously sinful that Draco was patient enough to wait for the time being.

Lucius just looked at Draco for another long moment, imprinting this scene in his mind. Then starting at the boy's knee, he ran the end of the cane upward once again. He used the smooth part of the silver snake head to caress the boy's soft skin. He moved it up, then lifted it as he reached the bottom of Draco's boxers. He reversed it and quickly used the razor sharp underside of the fangs to slit the thin material over one thigh, then the other, so the material fell away and his son's arousal was fully exposed to him.

Holding his breath and remaining very still, Draco watched as his boxers were sliced through and his cock was finally liberated. Eagerly he splayed his legs wider, straining to get them as far apart as possible. He turned his eyes to his father and tried to look chastised, as if he was in the midst of a severe punishment; but Draco was so aroused that he was having trouble doing more than panting.

Looking appreciatively upon Draco's body, Lucius could see how much the boy had grown. Certainly, parts of him looked fully mature, and he licked his lips. How he would love to take the boy's arousal in his mouth and tease him mercilessly with his talented mouth... The boy's cock would taste sweet and pure and unsullied, he knew. But time for that later. "Spread your legs wider, Draco. Let me see everything," he almost moaned.

Wanting nothing more than to obey, Draco planted his feet on the bed and stretched his thighs as far apart as he could get them. He had heard a bit of desire creeping into his father's tone and he wished to hear more. With an awkward grace, Draco lifted his hips, arching his body for Lucius' eyes and allowing the older man to see everything. "See how bad I am, Daddy?" He said mournfully, his act only betrayed by the way he licked his lips.

"Oh, yes, Draco, I can see just how bad you are," purred Lucius. "You like my cane, do you?" Lucius asked, not waiting for an answer as he ran the smooth silver down the boy's chest, rubbing at each pink nipple briefly before moving on, downward. He ran it quickly over Draco's hard length, just enough to tease, then moved down to his inner thighs. He ran the cane up, being careful to keep the sharp fangs away from the boy's porcelain skin, until the tip just brushed against Draco's untouched entrance.

Draco let out a choked moan as he felt the cool head of the cane skating over the entrance to his body. He'd never been touched there, never gone so far as to even let his fingers stray there when he pleasured himself. He had thought the sensation of the cane caressing his body was amazing, but this intimate touch was far greater than he had dreamed possible. "Yes, Daddy," he answered shakily, "I like it."

"And do you like the way it feels, touching your body?" continued Lucius, pressing just slightly with the head of the cane, just enough to drive the boy wild before he moved it again, running up and down Draco's arousal.

"Yes, Daddy, yes!" He cried out, slender arms jerking involuntarily at the binding holding his wrists. His hips bucked up as his arousal searched desperately for more stimulation. He was beginning to perspire under the strain of being so aroused and unable to do anything about it. The light, teasing strokes were slowly driving him to the brink of madness, and he welcomed the lust induced insanity.

"Will you show me how much you like it, my son?" Lucius asked, thoroughly enjoying Draco's actions, savoring every cry.

"I'll do anything you want, Daddy," Draco replied with perfect obedience, making sure to stress the word anything. He was completely at his father's mercy, and not just because he was bound to the bed.

Draco's words burned through Lucius like fire, and he felt his arousal get even harder and wetter. "Good," he groaned, and he muttered a spell. Suddenly, one of Draco's hands was free while the other remained tied securely to the headboard. "Touch yourself, Draco. Show me what feels good. Show me what you do when you get aroused and think of me."

As soon as Draco's hand was released it immediately sought out his erection. Slim fingers wrapped around the hard length and began to stroke. Draco was attempting to go slowly, to be alluring and sensual, but his young body was too aroused to withstand much more teasing. "Daddy," he whimpered, half begging to be allowed climax, and half warning that he wouldn't be able to last but a few more strokes. He locked eyes with Lucius, wanting the vision of his father to be the sight he focused on as he came.

"Yes," Lucius nearly hissed, his eyes locked to the boy's small hand as it slid up and down the stiff cock. Draco was perfect, and now that he'd allowed himself to admit that he desired his son sexually, and the boy very obviously reciprocated, he wanted everything. But slowly, he had to move slowly, the boy was so young and unspoiled... His cock ached, and, unable to resist any more, Lucius unfastened his own trousers and slid his hand inside, encircling his own erection. "Beautiful, my Draco..."

Eyes sliding down Lucius' figure, Draco gasped loudly, the noise fading it a deep guttural moan as he saw that his father was stroking his cock as well. It was more than Draco could take, and with a half-sob of ecstasy he climaxed all over his hand, some of his seed splashing onto his chest. He trembled mightily as waves of pleasure wracked his slender body. He cried out for his daddy over and over, his eyes never leaving the older man.

Draco's cries nearly made Lucius climax all on their own, and he drank in the sight of his son's pleasure as he moved even closer. He stood by the side of the bed and watched as Draco covered himself with his release, then he couldn't stand it any more. He pushed his trousers down just enough to free his huge erection, and stroked quickly. His son's eyes on him, wide and glazed with pleasure, drove him on and after a few more rough strokes he was coming too, gasping Draco's name as his own hot need pulsed onto the boy's smooth chest.

Still breathing hard, Lucius quickly untied Draco's trapped hand and lay down carefully next to the boy. "My Draco," he whispered. "All mine," he promised, holding the boy close.

Moving into the embrace, Draco soaked up the warmth of his father's body. "Yes, Daddy," he said sleepily, "I've always been yours."