Author: Lilith ( [email protected] )
Rating: R
Warnings: incest, chan
Word count: 222

There was something about his father that Draco would never have. It was hard to identify, but it was there. In those distant quicksilver eyes, in the captivating quirk of the lips, in the simple fluidity of the golden-white hair. It was grace, and it was impatience. It was pure magnetism, and at the same time it was intimidation. He was like a flame, burning bright in a non-existent room, attracting curious and hungry ugly moths, deceiving then burning them slowly and maliciously, until they fell and withered away.

Draco could see this now clearly, as he impishly crouched semi-dressed at his father�s feet. It was there in his pale face, in the fact that an aroused Lucius still kept his skin pristine and unmarked by a flush. It was there in the way he still seemed composed in the open and crumbled silk night robe, the long bright mane slightly dishevelled. Lucius seemed to be a beast in his monstrosity, in the cold winter aura which still emanated while his swollen cock vulgarly and insistently poked the silk robe. To Draco this sight was like sweet nectar, calling and luring.

And as the impatient and seducing child, Draco glided onto Lucius� lap, feeling a certainty that this complex man would be in his life for all the eternity it might last.

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