Title: Never a Happy Ending
Author: Elizabeth Mal�crit
Rating: R (slash, incest, abuse and very vague allusion to violence)
Pairing: Draco/Lucius
Disclaimer: Err, not mine, don�t sue. All you�ll get is four well-thumbed copies of the Harry Potter books anyway, and I don�t know about you but as far as JK�s concerned, I�m quite sure she has enough of those already.
Summary: Slightly weird and slightly mental PWP-ish Draco/Lucius with hints of abuse.

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�Love me, Draco. Love only me�.

Ice blonde hair on black silk sheets, pale hands on pale skin. Fingertips on dark bruises.

�Love me�.

A kiss. Lips against collarbone, the hollow of his throat, his mouth. The taste of blood and semen sharp on a searching tongue.

�I will never let you go�.

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Lucius still remembers the first time. He remembers all of the firsts � the first step, the first tooth, the first word� He remembers the then unfamiliar sensation of pride that swelled his heart when his son first looked up at him with those wide, innocent eyes and said �daddy�. He remembers the smile that it brought to his lips, and his wife�s biting derision.

He remembers Draco�s first day of schooling and every last glowing report that came from his private tutors in the days before Hogwarts. He studied hard and Lucius was pleased to discuss those studies with him over dinner every evening. Draco proved himself quite the intellectual. Lucius� pride threatened to overwhelm him.

He remembers the first time he taught Draco to please him. It was the first time of many, until Draco knew what he wanted better than Lucius did himself. And he was so very eager to please� He smiled nervously and did exactly as he was told. Afterward he curled up in Lucius� arms with a contented, angelic smile on his face. Lucius held him, stroking back his pale blonde hair. His son was perfect then.

He remembers the first time that Draco responded to his touch. He felt the soft press of his young son�s swelling sex against his thigh and he smiled. Draco seemed almost ashamed of his arousal, perhaps of the whole situation, but just one little word and Lucius soon allayed his fears. He pressed a kiss to Draco�s forehead as he took his erection in his hand. Draco whimpered and came in short, sticky bursts over his father�s belly. He licked him clean with an eager tongue, Lucius watching all the while.

When he told Draco he loved him, he was no longer scared that his love would not be returned. He was his son, his dirty little secret, his obsession, preoccupation, lover. Angel. Paramour. He could not have loved him more.

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�Never a happy ending, father�.

Draco sat astride his waist, leaning low beside his ear. His sharp little teeth nipped at it cruelly, a trickle of blood running over Lucius� flushed skin to be lost on the black silk beneath.

�This is not your fairytale�.

Pale eyes flashed dark. A sad smile on bloody lips. Fingernails left vivid scrapes over a pale, muscular torso.

�I�m too good for you�.

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Draco had a dream. He cherished it, loved it, kept it close to his heart and never spoke of it to anyone. It was his own. He dreamed it for himself and no one else.

Lucius was full of contradictions, always telling him to be true to himself and follow no man blindly, to listen to his heart� and in the same breath he would tell him that he was his, that Draco belonged to him. Draco believed it; he belonged to Lucius wholly. He always would.

But in his dreams he did not. In his dreams they lay together side-by-side, then he wrapped his fingers around Lucius� pale neck. He squeezed. He saw the bruises they left. He heard his father�s last breath and tasted real freedom for the very first time. It scared him.

Draco was terrified by the dream. It confused him. He loved Lucius. He belonged to Lucius. What he dreamed wasn�t what he wanted at all. It just couldn�t be.

�Your father is not a well man, Draco�, Snape had told him. �He had done many, many terrible things. But what he does to you is the very worst thing of all. You do know that, don�t you? What he does to you is wrong�.

No. Lucius loved him. And he loved Lucius.

What they had was too beautiful to be wrong. He called Snape a liar and almost slapped away the sad look that formed on the professor�s face.

Draco was loved. He told himself that nothing else could matter.

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�You will never belong to anyone but me. You�re mine, Draco. Mine. I would die before I let you go�.

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Draco�s body fit Lucius like they were meant to go together. Lucius believed that they were � why else would he have such a son if not for this?

But Draco, Draco� They had poisoned his mind against his father, his father who loved him above all others. Severus had done it, he saw that now. He had tried to take away his son, but he couldn�t, *they* couldn�t have him. Never.

Draco kissed him as they made love. Draco smiled and gasped and moaned as if they were still in love but behind his eyes there was fear, there was disgust. They�d told him that this was wrong, but how could it be? Everything Lucius did was all for Draco. He never left his mind. Never.

�I love you, father�.

Lucius smiled, a small, sad smile.

�I love you, Draco�.

There was only one thing he could do. Again.

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�Imperio�.

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�Love me, Draco. Love only me�.

Ice blonde hair on black silk sheets, pale hands on pale skin. Fingertips on dark bruises.

Lucius grasped his wand in his hand almost tight enough to break it.

�Love me�.

A kiss. Lips against collarbone, the hollow of his throat, his mouth. The taste of blood and semen sharp on a desperate tongue. Draco surrendered.

�I will never let you go�.

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End
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