Author: SassyInkPen (Sept 2004)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/Draco!Lucius (or would it be Lucius!Draco?)
Rating: [Adult] NON-CON (mostly)
Summary: They say everyone has skeletons in their closet...but what if
they are still alive?
Disclaimer: OH lord, why must we disclaim? JKR created these fine men, and
this captivating world...she must have known we'd play in it.
He'd been coming around as long as Draco could remember, and from some of
the photos he'd found tucked away in a book, he'd been doing it long
before Draco was born. This didn't surprise Draco...but long ago it had
piqued his interest.
Since that time, he'd huddled in corners and peered from stair railings,
trying to get another glimpse of the tall, dark haired man, and another
clue as to his association with his father.
By the time he started school, he knew that Snape taught there, and that
he'd have ample opportunities to study the man. He was mesmerized
instantly, and within a few years he was hooked. Draco was no fool either.
He'd listened at enough doors and overheard enough innuendos to understand
what Snape came for. But he'd never had a chance to see anything, to get
more than a vague notion of what they shared. Curiosity was killing him.
His opportunity was presented to him in the form of a charmed note Snape
gave him one afternoon as he was leaving for a visit home. He was supposed
to have delivered it to his father, but spent the entire weekend trying to
break the seals instead. When he finally managed it, he was rewarded with
the information that Snape would be paying a visit to the manor in a
month's time, and that he expected Lucius to welcome him.
Getting the hair was actually harder than brewing the Polyjuice potion.
He'd become quite the rapt potions student, what with his unnatural
interest in his professor...but getting into his father's bedroom to steal
a hair off the pillow or brush before the house elves swarmed in to clean
took him several days to accomplish.
Making the brew, however, was barely an effort for him. Neither was it
very hard to convince Father that he needed a Belgian racing sled more
than anything else in the world, and he would settle for nothing less than
one brought directly from the maker. A deep shiver of something thrilling
ran through him as he waved goodbye from his bedroom balcony and watched
as the old carriage trundled away down the drive.
Slipping through the double doors of his father's dressing chamber, Draco
peered around, glancing into the bedroom beyond and then went quietly into
the closet, fingering the fine materials and inhaling the scent of
Admittedly, he was a little nervous, and so he bathed first...then sat
down in front of the mirror with the potion. He eyed it and studied
himself in the mirror. Then drank.
Facing his father's reflection was actually more unsettling than the
transformation itself. For the briefest of moments, he thought he was
going to get in trouble. Then he smiled...and Lucius smiled back at him.
He began to feel the power of his size and he got up and strode around the
room, stretching and preening with Lucius' cat-like grace. It felt odd in
this body, large and tall and fully grown. He went to the mirror and
looked at the patch of pale hair on his chest, neat and golden...soft to
his touch. His eyes grew heavy as his hands roamed his father's torso,
exploring the lean muscles and manly angles.
His attention was soon diverted downward as the thick, man's cock began to
stir. Such a contrast to his own eager but unpredictable teenage one. With
a hitch in his breath, his hand stole down across the lean belly to touch.
He was tentative at first, awed by the size and weight of it, but then
grew more curious and circled his hand around it, watching as it flexed
for him. He reached down to cup the balls, full and heavy. A hint of sweat
broke over his brow.
Any further explorations were nipped in the bud as the door flung open and
there stood Snape, robes discarded somewhere, white shirtsleeves rolled
up. Draco's eye fixed on the dark mark on Snape's arm. Then he glanced
down at his own...his father's.
"Really, Lucius," sneered Snape, "Don't you even have the
decency to wait?" His lip curled and he looked pointedly to where
Draco's hand was still lodged between his legs.
Draco followed Snape's gaze and blushed at being caught in the act. He
yanked his hand away and tried to affect his father's smooth voice,
"P-Severus..." he stammered. "So good to see you
"You can dispense with the niceties," snapped the man.
"You're a little underdressed, don't you think?"
Draco was taken aback. Tried to imagine how Lucius would respond. Hoping
that his own best rakish grin would work on his father's face, he took a
few steps closer to Snape, "Does that really matter...?"
Snape slapped him across the face, "Of course it does." He
marched to a tall narrow bureau in the corner of the room and stooped to
open the bottom drawer. Pulling out a pink negligee, he returned and flung
it in Draco's face. "Put it on."
"You've got to be mad..." gasped Draco, entirely at a loss. He'd
imagined a thousand different possibilities, but this one never so much as
crossed his mind. Draco let it drip from his fingers, slithering to the
floor. "I'm not wearing that thing."
"You most certainly are." Snape stared at him evenly.
"This is..." Draco couldn't find the words to express what he
felt at the moment. "I'm not doing this," he said, striding for
Strong hands grabbed his shoulders and he felt a hard boot against his
shin. His face was already ground into the soft green plush of the carpet
before he knew what hit him.
"Honestly, Lucius," Snape was muttering, "you haven't
played this game in decades, why start again now?"
Draco tried to struggle, but he was unused to the dimensions of this body
and his attempts failed awkwardly. Snape had him pinned face down and was
grasping him by the hip, trying to lever his backside into the air. At the
same time, he could feel Snape's lean thigh wedging between his legs,
forcing them open. He heard the sound of a zip and stark realization
struck him right in the chest, wringing a strangled cry from his mouth.
The only reply was a disgusted snarl from Snape who grabbed a fistful of
blond hair and used it to hold him in place while he took up his position.
Draco renewed his efforts, panic taking control of his mind. Although he'd
been aware that Snape's visits were most certainly sexual, he'd not yet
had the experience to know fully what that would entail. Certainly not
what his father's role in it might be.
There was little doubt left in his mind when Snape's fierce cock drove
straight into him, spearing as deep as it could go. He screamed. It was
fortunate that his father's body was more accustomed to this than he was,
or he would surely be torn and bleeding by that point.
As it was, he clutched at the thick carpet with his fingers, trying to
maintain some hold, knuckles turning white. Snape was ruthless, pounding
into him with relentless force as he leaned over him, one hand still
filled with hair and pressed to the ground and the other holding Draco's
hip with bruising strength.
He was panting through clenched teeth and seethed, "You may try to
fight me, Lucius, but I always prevail. I always teach you who's in
charge, do I not?"
"Yes!" wailed Draco, thinking that perhaps submission would buy
him some mercy. It did not. He could do little else but hold on and ride
out the storm of his potion master's wrath.
But then Snape released his hip and Draco could feel that hand snaking
around the side of his body. He trembled as it ran the length of his
thigh, sliding higher until it snared his flagging cock.
"This will never do, Lucius..." hissed Snape. "I don't like
a poor sport." He grasped that flesh firmly and started to stroke it
with grim intent.
Draco shuddered and gasped, a thousand sensations exploding in his brain.
His mouth fell open and he moaned with inarticulate clumsiness as he
hardened rapidly. Every inch of him that moments before had felt
pain...now was on fire, and he screamed again, clawing at the carpet. This
time, however, instead of struggling, he writhed between the twin torments
of Snape's hand and cock. Experienced though the body was, the mind within
it was not, and Draco came hard and fast, spurting his father's semen on
the carpet and the fingers of the dark man fucking him.
"That's much better, Lucius," purred Snape, taking his hip in
hand again. A few sharp thrusts and there came the only few seconds that
day when Snape was not utterly composed and in complete control. A gasp
and a long shuddering hiss were all that marked the occasion, and then
Snape was pulling out, casting fastidious spells with his wand and tucking
in his shirt. "You'll meet me in the nightgown next time, or I'll
whip you within an inch of your life," he said matter-of-factly.
Then he stood up and extended a hand toward Draco. Draco took it, because
he knew there was no other way he was getting off that floor. When he was
on his feet, Snape pulled him close and spoke in his ear, voice low and
oily. "Let's not forget that we have yet to agree to a time when we
invite Draco to join these games...."
Draco's eyes flew open wide, mouth open to speak...but no words came.
Snape was already pulling open the door, but turned back, "Think on
it Lucius, I can tell you're interested, despite what you say."
Then he was gone.