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works/23416.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Scorpius_Malfoy, Draco_Malfoy/Lucius_Malfoy
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Scorpius_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Incest, Slash, Ficlet, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2008-09-10 Words: 836
****** Innocence Lost ******
by torino10154
Innocence Lost
Word Count: 100 x 8
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Draco/Scorpius; mention of past Lucius/Draco
Warnings: Chan (15-16), incest, oral, anal, dub-con
A/N: Unbeta'd. Thanks to gryffindorj for the once (or twice) over.
"Enter," Draco called, after he heard a soft knock at his study door.
"You wished to see me," Scorpius said, as he walked toward the desk, and stood
arms behind his back. Draco flicked his wand toward the door, closing and
locking it. Scorpius looked from the door to his father, and gulped.
"You are nearly sixteen, a man, as far as the Malfoys are concerned. There are
rights and responsibilities that confer when you come of age," Draco replied
silkily, already tasting the innocence in the air. Imagining the boy writhing
beneath him, as he himself had under Lucius.
~*~
But he mustn't scare Scorpius.
Yet.
"Come, tell me of your conquests at school. Surely there must be a young lady,
or gentleman, that has discovered the pleasure that the Malfoys provide."
"A boy?" Scorpius squeaked, his voice still cracking. Draco shivered.
"Ah. I thought as much." He nodded.
"Father, I—"
"It's perfectly normal. Just remember, that you will marry and provide an heir.
What happens along the way is of no consequence." Draco crossed the room, and
sat on his black leather couch, beckoning the boy closer. He seated himself in
the middle, forcing his son into a corner.
~*~
"Sit with me. We have so few moments alone together, with you at Hogwarts and
my travels for business." And pleasure. Draco turned toward him and placed a
hand on his thigh, stroking lightly with his thumb. Scorpius looked lost, the
little lamb. Draco's cock twitched.
Leaning closer, Draco moved his hand up his son's leg and held his face with
the other. Scorpius seemed to want the couch to swallow him up.
"There will be none of that," Draco said. He pressed his lips to his son's, and
moved his body to cover the lithe, young one beneath him.
~*~
He was just as sweet and pure as he had imagined. Larger than the thin, lanky
boy; it was easy to hold him down. To plunder his soft mouth, burning the
smooth face with his own stubble.
Finally. He felt the moment when Scorpius surrendered to him. The boy moaned as
he worked his hand to his father's chest, pulling him closer, not pushing away.
Draco continued kissing him, maneuvering his body to bring their groins into
alignment.
Scorpius gasped when their cocks met, and immediately stiffened; his body rigid
as he came in his pants.
"Beautiful boy," Draco whispered.
~*~
Scorpius's face blushed red, clearly mortified he'd come so quickly.
Draco pulled his wand from his trouser pocket, and waved away the sticky mess.
"Relax. An orgasm will make the rest easier." Draco knew his smile was wolfish,
but he really couldn't stop himself.
"The rest?" Scorpius asked wide-eyed.
Standing, Draco undid his trousers, pulling his aching prick free of the
constraints of his pants. Sighing happily, he turned to look at the bruised
lips, and commanded, "Suck."
The dear, sweet boy—his lips quivered a little before he licked them and opened
his mouth. Wide.
And suck he did.
~*~
Running his hand through the pale blond hair, Draco remembered. Remembered the
first time he got on his knees, for his father; took his length in his mouth,
gagging on it, tears streaming down his face. He would be different with his
son. Gentle, passionate, as he took his innocence.
He withdrew his cock from his son's, no doubt, aching mouth.
"Take off your trousers and pants, Scorpius, then kneel on the couch." Scorpius
nodded, hands trembling as he slid them off and clambered onto the sofa. He was
hard again.
Lovely.
Draco tapped his wand against the boy's hip.
~*~
The smooth flesh was warm as Draco regarded the pale buttocks in front of him.
The spell would lubricate and loosen, eliminating the need for preparation by
hand, but it would not dull the burn. The delicious burn, that proved you were
alive even in the darkest hours. He'd reveled in it when he was a boy.
Cock pointing the way, Draco leaned over his almost perfect double. One hand
holding his cheeks apart, the other sliding the head of his prick inside.
Scorpius cried out; Draco thrust in.
Waves of bliss washed over him at the tight, silky heat.
~*~
Murmuring sweet nothings and words of love, to both his long dead father and
his son; whether Scorpius could hear them was irrelevant. The boy cried out
with every wonderful thrust. Draco moved his hand from the boy's hip, and
wrapped it around his son's impressive cock. He moaned as he imagined wrapping
his lips around it.
Scorpius was mewling, whining, begging.
"Merlin," Draco groaned aloud. "Beg, Scorpius. Beg me to let you come."
"Gods!" Scorpius cried out, as he spurted come over the couch and Draco's hand,
his arse clenching and pulling Draco's orgasm from him.
Innocent, no longer.
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