Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/7870696.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Lucius_Malfoy/Severus_Snape, Draco_Malfoy/Lucius_Malfoy
  Character:
      Severus_Snape, Draco_Malfoy, Lucius_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Drama, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, BDSM, Incest, Unusual_Sexual
      Situation
  Collections:
      Ink_Stained_Fingers
  Stats:
      Published: 2004-01-05 Words: 649
****** Chiaroscuro ******
by ElectricAndroid [archived by ISF_Archivist]
Summary
     Lucius Malfoy is a very dedicated father. Lucius, Draco, Severus and
     polyuice.
Notes
     This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was
     created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve
     the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an
     Open Doors-approved project in January 2015. We e-mailed all authors
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     Author's notes: This is not a fic for the weak of stomach. It’s
     rather sick and twisted. Hope you enjoy
Chiaroscuro
  Squicks: Incest, chan, fisting, bdsm.
  Inspired by the Learning by Numbers Challenge at Pornish_pixies Dedicated to
  switchknife, recs site, rareslash and all. And Icarus (in dedication part the
  second) for reading it and being very useful with writing critique - and the
  gurks (else they would lynch me)
  Blonde hair on black sheets. Bars of light striking a beat across the bed -
  light, dark light. Tender virgin flesh laid out for the eating. Lucius sighs.
  There was something irredeemable in fucking your own son. But he was, after
  all, a Malfoy. And as such, entitled to the pinnacle of beauty which was
  trussed and tied beneath him.
  Such twisted submission, such a willingness to debase himself, Lucius has
  trained him wisely, his first, his fist, and the pummeling; arching
  dangerously back into himself. A cold, white back threatening to break as
  Lucius drives him to the point of insanity with a short sharp thrust. The
  meeting of the arm and arse, nary a shade difference between the two skin
  tones, conjoining effortlessly. Fluid gasps and hard won moans of pleasure.
  The chaffed wrists where the leather bonds dig into his skin. And the
  debauched mouth slowly dropping open as the ridiculous heights of pleasure
  are reached. White back snapping. Lucius is in control. There is little
  pleasure for him here and he likes that. Degradation and control.
  He wishes that polyjuice did not take a full month to brew. This would be the
  last time in a while that Draco would be stretched out before him, that this
  debasement and command, this tortured penetration, would be applied to the
  boy beneath him. The holidays were coming.
  His son would be home soon, and this poor twisted facsimile beneath him would
  have to go. It would not do for Draco to meet his doppelganger exiting his
  fathers bedchambers in the early hours of the morning.
 No - when Draco is home, Lucius is his.
  And Severus had served his purpose now. Three months of humiliation and pain,
  wrangled tortures and the defilement of his son's body. The heaving writhing
  slattern of term time, and the points when polyjuice started to fade and the
  light silver eyes fade into ebony pools. Then the bars on the bed really do
  replicate his prison.
  Yes, Lucius really wished that polyjuice did not take a month to brew.
  When Draco returned from school, Lucius would secede all control. He knew
  this. Draco is his soul, body, mind, flesh. He cannot debase his own. So he
  lets his son take the lead, and in vestal innocence he tries to comply with
  father's wishes.
  Instead of the arousal being formed off of twisted torture and tired
  restraints, it is now part and parcel of the easing apart of milky thighs,
  the confused pleasure and shock intermingled in the knowledge of how his
  father manages to please him just so, how his father always knows exactly
  where to press, lick, suck, bite.
  Lucius gets his practice while Draco sleeps soundly in Slytherin sheets.
  The gentle arching of Draco's back to a touch, as opposed to the violent
  lashings which would cause Severus to do the same. Lucius always felt the
  need to fuck Severus in the darkness. Draco he pleasures in the light.
  There is a certain slant that Draco has, his real son, a certain curve of his
  back that makes it ever so easy for him to slip his cock in. Severus even
  when cloaked in the same form, with the same passage, is always a bit of a
  struggle. Always remembers how Lucius used to fuck him in his own skin.
  Always remembers how much his debasement pleased Lucius.
  Severus turns his son into a whore.
  And one day, Lucius knows that he will forget and desecrate his virgin son
  beneath him. Introduce him to the pleasures of pain.
  He looks forward to that day.
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