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      Explicit
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  Category:
      M/M, Gen
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Other(s)
  Character:
      Lucius_Malfoy, Narcissa_Black_Malfoy, Draco_Malfoy, Voldemort
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Language, Slash_sex, Incest, Sexual_Content, Drama, First_Time,
      Hurt/Comfort, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Romance
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      Published: 2010-03-11 Words: 3671
****** The Mark ******
by HPFandom_archivist
Summary
     Summary: When it’s time for Draco to take the Dark Mark, only Lucius
     knows what he needs to make things right again.
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
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Disclaimer: JKR owns Harry Potter and everything in that universe. This is
written for fun and not profit. I make no claim to any of the characters and
mean no offence by any actions they take.
A/N:I am a long time writer of Harry/Draco but this is my first attempt at
Lucius/Draco. Written for slashfest based on a prompt by ldymusyc
The_Mark
“Are you ready?” Lucius demanded, watching his son fussing in front of his
mirror to ensure his robes hung just so.
“I’m nervous,” Draco responded, pushing his fringe back with a sigh.
“Get control of yourself. Being nervous is a sign of weakness and no Malfoy is
ever weak,” Lucius reminded, his harsh words tempered, by the parental squeeze
he gave Draco’s shoulder in reassurance.
“Yes, Father,” Draco agreed, allowing his expressionless mask to cover over his
face, effectively hiding his nerves from view.
Lucius turned and exited Draco’s room obviously expecting the boy to follow.
Draco dutifully did so, his heart and mind screaming against the actions he was
about to take.
When they reached the foyer, they were greeted by Narcissa.
“Lucius, no! He’s still a child,” Narcissa quickly plead on Draco’s behalf.
“The Dark Lord wants him, Cissa. It is a great honor,” Lucius reassured his
wife, tenderly kissing her cheek.
“Please, not my child,” Narcissa fell to the floor at Lucius feet sobbing her
plea.
“He is almost a man and it is his right to decide,” Lucius scolded.
“Draco, please don’t go,” Narcissa begged, wrapping her warm arms around her
son and cradling his head against her soft breast.
Draco nestled into the loving embrace and considered his options. He would much
rather stay with his mother and avoid the task at hand, but it would put the
entire family at risk, including her. He couldn’t risk it.
“I’m sorry, Mother, but it is time I faced my destiny,” Draco told her, pushing
her away firmly and straightening his spine.
Narcissa wrapped her arms around her son’s waist and clung to him, sobbing and
begging him to stay.
Lucius felt pity for her, Draco was her only child and he knew that she loved
him more than her own life. If there were any way for Draco to be spared,
Lucius would have found it, he’d already tried everything he knew. His failure
at the Ministry had left him without any way to avoid it. Sighing over what he
had to do and knowing that it would leave Narcissa unable to comfort Draco
after the event, he made another decision he hated.
“Bitty!” Lucius called out for Narcissa’s personal elf.
“Yes um’ Master,” the house elf answered, popping to his left.
“Mrs. Malfoy is distraught, please administer a dreamless sleep potion and put
her to bed for the evening,” he ordered.
“Yes um’ Master,” the house elf responded, popping away with the hysterical
Narcissa.
“Father?” Draco questioned, allowing the fright to show on his face.
Lucius hated that Narcissa had just made this whole ordeal harder on their son,
but he understood that her intentions had been good and it was only her love
that prompted the outcry.
“Just a woman’s foolishness, don’t let it disturb you. It’s time for us to go,”
Lucius reassured, taking Draco’s hand into his own and giving it an encouraging
squeeze.
Draco nodded his assent and braced himself, as he heard his father mutter the
word that would activate the Portkey and take them to the Dark Lord. It felt as
though he were being pulled through his belly button, though it was a
comforting feeling as it was familiar and he was about to embark on something
completely foreign.
They landed in a small, empty room and Draco turned to Lucius for direction.
Lucius released his hand and began walking down the dark corridor. Taking a
deep breath to help calm his nerves, Draco followed at a comfortable distance
while he continued to concentrate on making his breathing as even as possible.
Lucius walked quickly and assuredly, his familiarity with his surroundings
evident. Draco wished he would slow so he could get a glimpse into some of the
rooms they passed but his father seemed completely focused on the task at hand.
Lucius turned the corridor and headed up the winding stairs at a brisk pace.
Draco followed, hoping he would not grow winded as they continued to ascend up
six flights without stopping for a rest.
When they reached the landing, Lucius immediately strode down yet another dark
corridor. Draco’s nerves were growing very thin. He knew that they would have
to reach their destination soon and while he was eager to get this over with, a
part of him wished he could put it off forever.
Lucius finally stopped in front of a closed mahogany door and raised his hand
to knock. Draco stopped him by touching his arm. Lucius gently removed the hand
and turned his head slightly to let Draco know not to touch him once they were
inside. Draco nodded his understanding and took another deep breath. Lucius
knocked.
“Come in, Malfoy,” a voice hissed from behind the door, causing a shiver to run
the length of Draco’s spine and make him tremble slightly.
Lucius turned the knob and walked into the room without hesitation. Draco
followed his father closely, making sure to match his pace and not show any
discomfort. The room was small and held only one piece of furniture, a large
armchair that held a skeleton of a man with white waxy skin and blood red eyes.
The man was dressed in black robes and had a rather large snake coiled under
his feet, acting as a foot rest.
“My Lord,” Lucius greeted, dropping down on one knee and kissing the hand that
was offered to him.
“My Lord,” Draco copied, also dropping down on one knee beside his father and
bestowing a kiss on the other hand.
Both Malfoys remained with their heads bowed, waiting.
“Lucius, what have you brought me?” the Dark Lord questioned, his hissing tone
sounding delighted.
“My son, my only heir, to become your servant,” Lucius responded, his tone
suggesting pleasure and pride in his offering.
“And are you ready to devote your life to my service, young Draco?” the Dark
Lord questioned, using a sharp fingernail to push Draco’s chin up so he could
stare into the young man’s eyes.
“Nothing would bring me more pleasure,” Draco lied, shielding with a strong
occulmens, to protect the truth of his disgust.
The Dark Lord cackled with glee as he pushed the sleeve of Draco’s robe to his
elbow and picked held his wand over the exposed flesh.
“Meus servire aeternus abs signatus Morsmordre inustus” the Dark Lord intoned
while swirling his wand over the arm and then stabbing the point into Draco’s
flesh.
The moment the wand tip touched his arm; Draco felt a searing pain travel over
the nerve endings and deep into his flesh, straight to the bone. His father had
prepared him for the pain and warned him that no matter how much it hurt, he
must not cry out.
Draco focused on controlling his breathing and ignoring the fire that was
devouring his flesh. He remembered his father telling him it would only last
three minutes but feel like an eternity.
‘In and out, it won’t be long,’ his mind reassured over and over.
At long last, the Dark Lord took his wand away and the burning pain abated to a
throbbing ache.
“You have prepared him well, Lucius,” The Dark Lord praised.
Then, he turned his attention to Draco, “Young Malfoy, I have a task for you.
When you return to Hogwarts this fall, you will kill Albus Dumbledore and you
will find a way to breach its wards to let my Deatheaters within its walls. We
shall takeover the Ministry, Hogwarts and the entire Wizarding World! If you
succeed in your task, you will find yourself at my side as I rule. Fail and you
will pay with your worthless life and that of your family. Away with you both,
I shall summon you when I am ready,” The Dark Lord intoned, using his hand to
gesture them away.
Draco watched his father rise and followed his example. Lucius bowed, “Good
evening, My Lord.” Again, Draco mimicked his father and followed him out into
the corridor.
Lucius walked briskly through the corridors and Draco had to struggle to keep
up. He wanted nothing more than the comfort of his father’s hand on his
shoulder but knew that Lucius would show him no such comforts in the Dark
Lord’s lair.
The journey back to the entry room seemed to take twice as long as the journey
to the Dark Lord’s Lair had. Draco continued to concentrate on his breathing so
he would not focus on the pain in his arm or the task that lay before him.
After what felt like an eternity of descending stairs and traveling through
corridors, they were once more in the small room where they’d arrived.
“Side-along,” Lucius murmured wrapping an arm around Draco’s waist.
Draco nodded, to show his father he knew what was coming, just before his
father popped them home. Draco stumbled into the foyer of his mansion and
looked about him. It was empty save for his father and himself.
“It hurts,” he whimpered, clutching his damaged arm and allowing the tears to
finally well up in his eyes.
“I know, baby. Daddy’s going to make it all better,” his father soothed in a
tone he hadn’t used since Draco was a small child and had broken his arm
falling from his training broom.
Draco looked up at his father with big grey eyes, “How?”
“Come,” Lucius encouraged, holding out his hand and leading his son to the
nearest guest room with its own bath on the main floor. Once they were within,
Lucius cast a locking and silencing spell over the room.
“First we must cleanse the damaged skin,” Lucius murmured. Draco stood and
allowed his father to slowly undress him. First, the traveling cloak was
removed from his shoulders and allowed to pool on the floor behind him. Next
his father slowly unbuttoned his robes and slipped them off in a similar
fashion to the traveling cloak. His father continued by carefully unbuttoning
his school shirt, softly tracing the line of pale skin that was exposed from
his neck to his waistband with a single finger before turning his attention to
the buttons on the cuffs.
Draco felt his heart begin to pick up speed. The touch was bordering on the
sensual and it was exciting him in a way that distracted his attention from the
pain on his forearm. His father smirked as he eased the school shirt off and
added it to the pile of clothing that was quickly forming on the floor.
Lucius now settled down on his knees before his son and began to untie the
laces on his boots. Gently, he lifted Draco’s right foot and eased the boot
off, softly caressing the foot and sliding the sock off before turning his
attention to the left foot and repeating his action.
Draco shivered at the sensation and sucked in his breath as he felt his
father’s hands reach his waistband. Draco’s grey eyes flew down to his father’s
bright blue eyes and stared in surprise. Eyes locked, Lucius slowly eased the
button and zip on Draco’s trousers allowing them to fall to his ankles.
Draco felt his face flush as he was exposed, though his father never broke eye
contact to look down and see that he’d neglected to wear his usual boxers.
Draco felt nervous, standing before his father without a stitch and tried to
read his father’s eyes, but they were clouded and gave nothing away.
“Let’s get you into the bath,” Lucius suggested, standing and leading Draco
into the attached bathroom.
Draco was shocked to see the tub filled and steaming before him. Breaking the
silence that had fallen over them, he whispered, “Father?”
“I knew what you’d be enduring tonight and I know how to fix it,” Lucius
responded, still keeping his gaze focused on Draco’s face.
Draco nodded, although he wasn’t sure he understood what his father was telling
him, and allowed his father his help him into the warm water.
Lucius stood before Draco and finally pushed off his own traveling cloak and
robes to reveal a pressed white button down and dark black trousers. There was
a rather interesting bulge in the front of those trousers that held Draco’s
attention as his father unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled his sleeves to the
elbows to expose muscled forearms. Lucius next kicked off his own boots and
kicked the pile of discarded items to the corner of the bathroom. Once more,
Lucius fell to his knees before his son.
“My poor little boy,” Lucius crooned as he carefully wet Draco’s hair and added
a sandalwood scented shampoo that quickly produced a rich lather.
Draco sniffed, but otherwise didn’t respond to his father’s loving attentions.
“Did it hurt terribly, baby?” Lucius murmured, rinsing the soap from Draco’s
hair and massaging in creamy conditioner that also held a hint of sandalwood.
“Yes, Daddy,” Draco mumbled allowing the warm water and soothing fingers in his
hair to remove all the tension that had built up in his body, so that he was
relaxing for the first time since he learned he was going to be marked.
“I’m going to make it better,” Lucius promised, taking a cloth and lathering it
with a rich smelling soap.
Draco leaned forward and allowed his father to scrub his back before leaning
back and allowing his chest and arms to be washed. When Lucius reached the
Mark, he ghosted the cloth over the abused skin, so that the foam was the only
sensation over the damaged flesh. The feel of anything touching the raw skin
was unexpected. Draco thought he would experience pain, but instead, the foam
was decidedly sensual.
He felt a little lightheaded as his blood started to flow south in response to
the sensual touch. Next, he felt himself tense a bit as his father lifted a
foot and washed from toes to thighs. Would his father notice his becoming
aroused? Was it wrong to be feeling arousal since it was his father washing
him? He breathed a sigh of relief as his father stopped at the top of his thigh
and gently released the limb to give the other the same treatment.
Now, there were only two rather intimate places left to wash. Draco looked up
at his father in question. Lucius raised an eyebrow and added more lather to
the cloth. Taking an arm and steadying Draco, Lucius lifted him so he could run
the washrag over his bum and between his cheeks, paying careful attention to
the hidden bud within.
Draco gasped out in surprise and pleasure. Lucius gave an encouraging smirk
before settling Draco back down on his bum and turning his attention to the
only part of Draco’s body that had not been cleaned.
Draco was feeling terribly fearful; his body trembled both with nerves and
anticipation of his heated length being touched. As he trembled, the water
rippled slightly around him.
“Chilled?” Lucius questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“No, sir,” Draco denied, his face flushing red in his embarrassment.
Lucius lowered the soapy rag and rubbed Draco’s pelvis before moving lower to
caress his ball sac, washing it in gentle circles before using the cloth to
wrap around the base of his swollen penis. His father used the rag to wrap
completely around the column of flesh and took his time to rub from base to tip
and back.
Draco shuddered again in the water, his eyes huge and locked on his father’s
face.
“All clean, now let’s get you dry and tend to that Mark,” Lucius announced,
getting to his feet and pulling a fluffy towel from the rack. Turning back to
his son, he held the towel out and watched as Draco stood in the tub. Lucius
wrapped the towel around him and steadied him to help him from the slick, soapy
tub and onto the marble floor.
Lucius lead Draco back into the guest room and helped him to lie on the bed.
Draco watched as Lucius sat beside him and took his marked arm onto his lap,
slowly caressing his fingers, over the mark, in a sensual way.
Draco was embarrassed as he noticed his towel tenting heavily at his waist but
the matching bulge in his father’s lap, inches from his own arm helped him to
relax. He reasoned that it wasn’t wrong if his father was also aroused.
“Your Mark is now the most sensitive part of your body. You must guard it from
others. The Dark Lord will use it to bring you pain as that is his sadistic
way, but you will find that it can also be used to bring you great pleasure.
The healing potions in your bath should have caused the fresh skin to heal and
take away any lingering pain. Is your pain gone?” Lucius questioned.
“Yes father, the pain is gone,” Draco managed to agree, his voice a breathy
moan of expectation.
“Do you trust me my son?” Lucius questioned, using his finger to lightly trace
the Dark Mark on Draco’s arm.
“Always father,” Draco responded, his eyes full of trust and lust.
Lucius gave his son a true smile, one reserved only for the people he loved
most. “Then Daddy is going to make this night end well.”
Draco smiled back at his father, the smile he also reserved for only those he
loved most.
Lucius leaned forward and captured Draco’s mouth with his own in a kiss. It was
soft, slow, and sensual. The kiss of a lover who knew how to bring the most
pleasure with the least amount of effort. Draco melted into the kiss, allowing
his eyes to fall closed as his lips danced against the softness they were now
enveloped in. He felt his father’s fingers continuing to trace his new mark in
a soft caress. The sensation was similar to fingers ghosting over his aroused
cock. He wondered if the Dark Lord knew that the Mark could be so arousing, but
thinking of the ugly skeletal man with the blood red eyes caused the pleasure
to ebb and he wanted to enjoy this, so he pushed the thought to the back of his
mind and concentrated on feeling the sensations.
Without his permission, Draco’s cock began to seek friction and his hips
started to rock against the softness of the towel. Lucius twisted slightly to
allow his thigh to settle between Draco’s legs, giving him something solid to
rub against. He moaned in pleasure as he began to push his hardness against the
firm thigh.
His father released his lips and began to nuzzle down his neck. Draco allowed
his head to fall back and arched his neck to allow better access. Lucius
continued down his arm, bringing the Mark into contact with his lips. Draco’s
cock pulsed as the tip of Lucius tongue snaked out to trace the Mark.
“Oh, I, ah, oh” Draco moaned unable to express the pleasure his body was going
through. He continued to rock his hips and nuzzled his face into his father’s
neck, drinking in the scent of the man who always made him feel safe and happy.
Lucius stopped his task to whisper, “It’s alright to come.”
Draco didn’t understand where his father wanted him to go, he was perfectly
happy right here, but then Lucius employed his mouth to lightly suck on his new
Mark.
The sensation was just as good as if someone had engulfed his cock in warm, wet
heat and was sucking lightly on it.
Draco pressed his cock harder into the thigh and rubbed frantically, no longer
content with gentle thrusts.
“That’s it, let it out baby,” Lucius crooned, alternating between licking the
Mark and sucking it.
Draco felt his balls draw up against his body. He knew he was about to come. A
flicker of something caused him to pause and open his eyes. His grey eyes met
the crystal blue of his father. The look given him was full of love,
understanding, and care. He let go and came hard, his release pumping into the
soft towel and making a wet mess against his groin.
“That’s my boy,” Lucius praised, petting his hair in a comforting manner as he
drifted off feeling sleepy, content and completely sated.
The next morning, Draco awoke in his own bed, dressed in his favorite green
silk sleep pants and free of any messy stickiness from the night before. On his
arm was the hated blackened skin that marked him as Voldemort’s property.
Remembering how his father had brought him pleasure the night before, he used a
finger to gently trace over the mark. The sensation was every bit as
pleasurable as it had been the night before. Draco shivered with the memory.
A knock on his door stopped him from exploring the sensation further. He called
out, “Come in.”
Narcissa followed closely by Lucius entered his bedroom. His mother sat to his
left on the bed and his father on his right.
“Are you alright, my darling?” his mother asked, wrapping him in a hug and
giving him a delicate kiss on the cheek.
“Yes, mother, I’m fine,” Draco quickly reassured her.
“It doesn’t hurt too much does it?” Narcissa worried, looking pointedly at his
arm.
“No mother, it doesn’t hurt at all. Father took care of it last night,” Draco
responded, sending a smile to his father in appreciation.
Lucius smirked and raised a knowing eyebrow, “You see? I told you Narcissa, a
Malfoy knows what a Malfoy needs. Our little boy is going to be just fine.”
The End.
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