"Into The Night" [Lucius/Albus Severus, NC-17]
Title: Into The Night
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Albus Severus
Summary: On a visit to the Malfoy Manor, Albus Severus Potter is finally introduced to Scorpius's grandfather, Lucius Malfoy. Albus never expected what would happen afterwards.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,056
Warnings: cross-gen [Age Disparity is 66/15], chan, bloodplay, knifeplay, orgasm denial, dub-con, dirty talk
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Beta: la_dissonance. Any remaining mistakes are mine. Feel free to point them out.
A/N: Written for luciusmistress for the summer nextgendarkfest gift exchange. Also my first foray into bloodplay.
It started as soon as he stepped into the sitting room of the Manor. It was the first time Albus had visited Scorpius at his house, despite their years of friendship in Hogwarts. Finally, after four years of needling and whining from him, Albus's mother had given in to letting him visit Scorp over holiday. Albus remembered being filled with excitement for the summer. It was the summer right after his fifth year. The OWLs were over and done with, his marks came in and his parents couldn't be more pleased. His reward was two whole weeks with his best pal Scorp at his Wiltshire house and no James and Lily to bother him.
He remembered walking into the plush sitting room, taken aback by the furnishings and upholstery much more decadent than anything back at Grimmauld Place. He tried to make sure his jaw was picked up off the floor as he sat down next to Scorpius on the love seat.
"Albus, have you met my grandfather?" Scorpius had asked him, ever the polite Malfoy. He motioned to an older gentleman who Albus did not notice upon first walking into the sitting room.
He was tall, regal and emanated power - not magic, but power, as if he had the capability to knock you down with a simple narrowing of his eyes. His silver blond hair was swept back in a queue with a black ribbon. Normally, Albus would scoff at such an outdated pureblood fashion, but somehow, it fit on this man. Albus noticed the black fingerless gloves the man wore as he wrapped his hands around a walking cane adorned with a silver snake.
None of the rumours, war stories, and Daily Prophet articles came even close to describing Lucius Malfoy in the flesh to Albus Severus Potter.
"No, I don't think I have," Albus said breathlessly as he looked up into the infamous face that had been splashed throughout all the war clippings his Grandmother Molly still kept in a box.
Mr. Malfoy took his hand to shake it. "It's great to meet one of Scorpius's friends from school. Potter, is it?"
"Yes, sir," Albus replied, unable to let go of Mr. Malfoy's strong grip. "Albus Potter."
Mr. Malfoy grinned. "Please, do not call me sir. It makes me feel dreadfully older than I really am."
Scorpius rolled his eyes. "Grandfather, you are old."
"I am only sixty-six years old," Mr. Malfoy said mockingly. "But I'm sure to a sprightly young man such as yourself, Scorpius, that seems dreadfully old."
"I would have never guessed you were that old, Mr. Malfoy" Albus interjected. "You don't look a day over fifty."
Mr. Malfoy and Scorpius looked at him, Mr. Malfoy's grin growing larger by the second. "Please, Albus, call me Lucius. Mr. Malfoy is now my son, Draco."
Albus swallowed again. It was a nervous habit of his. "Right...Lucius."
Lucius smiled once more as he bid the boys farewell and walked out of the sitting room. At the time, Albus failed to notice how Lucius's smile never reached his wolfish grey eyes.
~*~
Later that night, they had all gathered for dinner. Albus remembered being nervous, his constant swallowing irritating the back of his dry throat. There was no reason why he should be nervous, he remembered thinking. 'Scorpius's family, despite being vastly different than his, weren't bad people.
He remembered seeing the candlelight bouncing off the silver of the gravy boat in the middle of the table as he looked up across the table. Lucius was looking at him, his fingers delicately tracing the rim of his brandy glass. Albus remembered smiling at him, trying to prove that he was not like his father, he was not the Harry Potter that Scorpius's grandfather had tried to kill.
Lucius didn't smile back. He instead shifted his gaze to Draco, Scorpius's father, and said "Draco, have you informed Scorpius about his new summer activity?"
Draco cleared his throat, resting his utensils on the plate. "No, I did not. Thank you for reminding me, Father." He turned to Scorpius, steeling him with his gaze. "Scorpius, due to your abysmal Potions OWL-"
"I received an Acceptable, which is perfectly satisfactory for a career working with magical creatures, Father," Scorpius interrupted.
Draco's eyes flashed with something Albus could not decipher. The man cleared his throat once more. "Nevertheless, Scorpius, it is unseemly for you, as a Malfoy, to have such an OWL level in Potions when your very own father is considered a Potions master!" Draco snapped.
He took a moment to inhale deeply and in a much calmer voice, Draco continued. "So, I have decided that you will help me in the shop for the next two weeks-"
"While Albus is here?" Scorpius said, interrupting Draco for a second time.
Draco clenched his jaw. "Yes, while Albus is here. To begin with, we'll be working on harvesting fluxweed for Polyjuice. Now I'm sure you know that it needs to be picked at a full moon, hence the majority of our work will be at night. We'll also be working on other nocturnal potions."
Scorpius looked crestfallen at the prospect of helping his father. Albus stayed silent as he watched the exchange between father and son.
"What will Albus do, while I'm gone?" asked Scorpius.
Draco glanced over at Lucius. "We'll be working at night, so I won't be taking time away from your little friend. Besides, I'm sure your grandfather will be able to take care of him."
Lucius toasted Albus with his brandy glass, a smile tugging the edges of his mouth.
Scorpius's work with Draco began that night, as the moon was barely full. Albus remembered trying to occupy himself by wandering the Manor, unaware of what he might stumble onto in his exploring.
He remembered walking into a strange room, its walls littered with strange contraptions of black leather and silver. There was a wooden X on a platform with chains hanging from the tops of the X, and padded leather cuffs at the ends. Albus didn't know what the room was, but the blood stains on the floor suggested something of a sinister nature.
Albus turned to leave, terrified he would be caught somewhere he shouldn't be. But he walked into a hard mass in front of him which stopped his passage short
It was Lucius. "Here now, what's this? What are you doing here, Albus?"
Albus turned his head slowly upwards and his eyes were filled with the sight of Lucius smiling down at him, his silver eyes glinting. "I-I was wandering around the Manor, Mr. Malfoy."
"Now my boy," Lucius said as he lifted his hand to stroke Albus's hair. "I thought I told you to call me Lucius."
"S-sorry, Lucius," Albus stammered out, wondering why his friend's grandfather was stroking his hair. Perhaps Lucius was fascinated by the fact that his hair was not blond?
Lucius continued stroking Albus's hair, his hand stopping to caress the back of Albus's neck. "It's quite all right, although I would suggest that it would be wise of you not to loiter about the Manor in such a way. You could run into...trouble."
Lucius suddenly gripped the back of Albus's neck, drawing him back into the torture chamber. Albus remembered how panic ran through his veins, his heart beating fitfully against his chest. Lucius turned Albus around, his back pressed flush against the firmness of Lucius's torso.
"W-what are you doing?" Albus asked, panting out.
"I wish to show you something," Lucius responded.
Albus could feel the vibrations from Lucius’s deep voice resonating throughout him. "Show me what?"
Lucius ignored the question. "You are same age your father was when he battled the Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic."
Albus stayed silent. He remembered reading about his father in his Hogwarts texts and the stories his father would tell him at bedtime. Albus was suddenly aware of the fact that the very man that gripped him by the neck was the same man that had tried to kill his father when he was only fifteen years old.
"You look just like your father did."
Albus swallowed, his tongue dry against the roof of his mouth. He had no idea what was to come next.
The door of the torture chamber closed with a dry click, cutting off the sounds from the hallway. Realisation dawned on Albus that the chamber was soundproof. No one would be able to hear him if he screamed
Lucius strode over to a cabinet, which Albus had not noticed upon his first inspection of the room. With his back to Albus, Lucius opened the door quietly, the cabinet shelves strewn with glittering vials and jars. Lucius inspected a golden vial as he held it up to the light; where the light was coming from, Albus did not know.
Now free from Lucius's grasp, Albus slowly walked backwards to the wall, his hands grasping the grey brick behind him. He tried to be silent.
His back still to Albus, Lucius said, "Now where do you think you're going?"
Albus paused, unable to understand how Lucius saw him.
Lucius said "I could tell you were leaving from the shadows."
Lucius turned around, the golden vial in his hand. "You're scared, aren't you, Potter?"
Albus quickly shook his head. "No, sir."
"Of course you're scared. You're in a cold dark room, with blood on the floor, with a man you hardly know."
Albus swallowed again. "That sums it up." He was surprised by how shaken his voice sounded.
"Drink this, Albus. Then you won't be afraid anymore," Lucius said, his hand stretched out to Albus. The vial was flat on his palm, shining in the light.
"I - I don't want to, sir."
"If you don't, then what's going to follow will be much much worse." Lucius eyes narrowed, predatory in his persuasion.
Albus tried hard not to argue. What was going to follow next? Was Lucius going to torture him because he reminded Lucius of his father? He took a nervous glance towards the leather and silver contraptions on the wall and slowly walked towards Lucius, away from the wall.
"What will it do it me?" Albus asked.
Lucius raised his empty hand to Albus's head once more, only this time stroking his scarless forehead. Lucius's lips lowered to Albus's ear, his breath tickling Albus's neck. "It will make things...easier for you."
What choice did he have? Albus took the vial from Lucius, breaking the wax seal. Lifting it to his lips, Albus closed his eyes against Lucius's pleased grin.
The golden liquid flowed down his throat and as soon as it made its way to his stomach, the giddiness hitting him like a ton of bricks. His head was whirring from the unfamiliar sensation of the potion, the gilded texture flowing through him. Albus tried to keep his breathing steady, despite his heart racing.
Suddenly, the potion took hold and he felt calm. In control. Collected.
Albus opened his eyes, not realising he had closed them. Lucius was standing in front of him, smiling more broadly than ever.
"How do you feel Albus?" Lucius asked, taking great strides towards Albus until he was flush against him once more.
Albus didn't respond, nodding his acceptance of the situation. The potion held him.
"Perfect," purred Lucius. "Now we can begin."
It started slow, Albus remembered. The touching was soft at first, Lucius tenderly caressing his hair, his neck, his chest, as he pushed him against the wall of the chamber. Albus didn't know what to do with his hands and he remembered tilting his head back to Lucius's ministrations.
Lucius's lips descended to the space behind Albus's ear. He could hear him breathing against his neck, Lucius's tongue slowly lapping at his delicate flesh. Albus could feel a hardness poking him in the hip. Lucius was hard. Because of him.
Albus sexual experience was limited to silenced wanks in his Slytherin dorm and a brief kiss from his date at the Yule Ball. He had never been touched by anyone else in the way Lucius was currently stroking him. The potion took away his hesitation, but not his consciousness. He knew that what they were doing was wrong, what Lucius was doing to him was wrong but he couldn't help but grow aroused by the other man's lips on his neck, the steady breathing in his ear a metronome to his heartbeat.
Lucius's hands moved from Albus's chest down to his trousers. He caressed the half-hardness he found there. They stayed silent as Lucius made quick work of Albus's Muggle denims and stroked his cock to full firmness. Albus heard Lucius's breath hitch as the pace of his hand quickened over his cock, Lucius's thumb swirling around the head, slick with precome. He was pumping him furiously and it was too fast, too good, his hand was rough and calloused over Albus's cock. Albus was going to come any second now, the white hot heat moving from his spine down to his sac.
Suddenly, Lucius stopped, leaving the white heat to painfully build in Albus's groin. All Albus could hear was panting coming from his own lips and he looked up to see Lucius smiling at him once again.
"How do you feel?" he asked, his hand still on Albus's prick in a firm grip.
"Disappointed," Albus said, surprised by his own answer.
Lucius's lip curled. "What do you want?"
"To come," Albus responded. It seemed as if the potion had taken over his tongue. "I want to come all over your hand."
He lifted his hips, trying to fuck Lucius's hand, but Lucius held him still against the wall. "Do not move." Tenderness gone, Lucius held Albus's prick in a firm grip, squeezing hard.
Albus gasped against the sudden constriction. He was sure Lucius was cutting off the circulation to his prick, the blood pooling in his groin and pulsing against Lucius's hand. Before Albus could even protest against Lucius's manhandling, Lucius had started going faster, rougher, harder over his prick. Blood was pounding behind Albus's eyes as he tried with all his might to not thrust up into Lucius's hand.
"Don't stop," Albus panted.
Lucius responded with a grunt, his hair falling into his eyes. With a twist right there, Albus came, spilling all over Lucius's hand and his own denims.
Shakily, Albus looked up at Lucius, who was withdrawing his hand from Albus's trousers. Albus caught sight of Lucius's own trousers, where there was currently a wet spot.
Lucius turned swiftly away from Albus, making his way to the door. He spoke over his shoulder. "You will meet me here at the same time tomorrow night, when Scorpius leaves with Draco. I don't think I need to tell you to be silent on the activities that have taken place. Unless you would like to find out if you have the same prowess with fighting the Imperius Curse as your father."
Albus swallowed, his cock still hanging out of his trousers. "No, Lucius."
~*~
The chamber was different on the second night. Or just maybe Albus was more observant this time around. Gone were the silver and leather contraptions from the walls;, instead there were torches lightly flickering in the shadows. The large wooden X was still there, as well as the cabinet of vials and potions.
Lucius was waiting for him and without a word, he held out another one of the golden vials. Albus knew better than to protest and took it with a solemn expression on his face. The after effects of the potion were minimal. When he awoke that morning, his head had felt fuzzy and he almost could not recall the events of the previous night. Almost. It was as if his memories were painted over with a hazed hue, with a dream like quality.
Tipping the vial to his lips, Albus swallowed the gilded liquid once more. Lucius moved towards him, unbuttoning his shirt with deft precision, smoothing his hands down Albus's abdomen. Lucius's hands felt softer than the night before, as he shifted Albus's shirt over his shoulders.
"What are these?" Lucius questioned, fingering the white scars down Albus's arms.
Albus took a deep breath. He knew he wouldn't be able to hide it from Lucius, especially with the potions hold on him. "I cut myself."
Lucius quirked an eyebrow up. "And why is that?"
"I just, I feel so tight in my skin, there's too much pressure. W-when I cut, it releases the pressure a bit," Albus said, trying to avoid Lucius's gaze. He had never told anyone about his scars before.
Lucius stopped fingering Albus's scars. He instinctively touched his left forearm. "So the unmarked son marks his own flesh?" he said, almost to himself.
Rage boiled in Albus, simmering under the potion. "I am not the unmarked son, I'm Albus."
Lucius looked amused. "I see, you're tired of being Harry Potter's son."
Albus narrowed his eyes, glaring at Lucius. The potion did not curb his rage. In a low tone, he said "I'm sick of it. I'm sick of having to be Harry Potter's son and clone. When they look at me, they see him."
Before Albus knew it, Lucius was pressed up against him again, his face lowered to his ear. "I can give you things your father has never even dreamed of," Lucius whispered.
Albus, lulled by Lucius's voice, said, "Like what?"
Lucius just smiled his wolfish grin and the next night, knives were present in the chamber.
The knives were freshly sharpened, Albus could tell as Lucius bent him over, shirt off, pushing him against the wall of the chamber as he traced the vertebrae in his spine with the tip. He shivered, though Lucius hadn't pierced his skin. Yet.
His face was pressed up against the grey brick of the wall as Lucius gripped his hair roughly. The edge of the knife snaked over his hip and Lucius dipped the knife into the waistband of his trousers. Albus saw his pale torso heaving against the blade as he breathed.
The first cut was slight, more of a nick really. Like when Albus would cut his finger on a fine edge of parchment. Lucius pressed the knife against his abdomen, allowing Albus's quickened breathing to break the skin. He raised the knife with a practised hand and abruptly made of series of cuts along the fine hair that littered Albus's skin.
It was better than when Albus cut himself. There was no fear, no loss of control, or arousal when Albus was by himself. With Lucius, the knife was out of his hands, Albus had no say on where, how deep, or how often the cuts would occur. Looking down at where the shallow wounds were made, Albus saw his blood trickling down his abdomen, how his underpants had risen above the waistband of his trousers, collecting the crimson guilt.
Lucius traced the bulge in Albus's trousers with the tip of the knife and Albus felt the sharp tip protruding into his cock through the fabric. He gasped against the pain, breathing through the sensations on his cock. He'd never done this before, never thought that wanking while cutting could be even better than just plain wanking.
Abruptly, Lucius turned Albus around to face him, the brick digging into Albus’s back. Albus looked up into Lucius's face as Lucius raised the blade to his throat. Lucius pressed the tip of the blade to the pulse he found pounding there. Albus was afraid to breath, terrified Lucius would kill him with one swift cut to his artery. Lucius fixed him with his grey eyes and Albus was unable to look away. The man was captivating to him, power and strength in one. Albus wanted that power for himself, wanted the taste of Malfoy.
Seconds dragged on and eventually, Lucius broke his gaze and moved the blade over Albus's Adam's apple, down to the dip in his clavicle. Albus looked down and saw the red welted line the knife tip left. Albus was impossibly hard at the sight of Lucius wielding the knife with such grace and authority as he trailed it down the crook of Albus's arm. He closed his eyes against the pressure that was there against the vein in his arm. He knew Lucius was going to puncture this skin. When the tip finally pierced his flesh, he gasped, his eyes fluttering open to see the scarlet trail the droplets of blood made down the pale pattern of blue veins in his arm.
Lucius dipped a finger in the blood, smearing it down his arm. He then circled Albus's nipples with the drops of blood and dragging his hand down to the cuts on Albus's abdomen. The blood was growing more slippery and sticky as it dried and clotted against Albus's skin, the crimson grease aiding Lucius's fingers. Lucius moved to grip Albus by the neck and forced him to his knees.
Albus looked up at him as Lucius put his bloodied fingers into Albus's mouth. Albus sucked his own blood off Lucius's fingers, his tongue flicking gently against the salted copper tang. Lucius groaned audibly for the first time that night and looked down at Albus with dilated pupils.
"Suck me," Lucius commanded.
Albus nodded, the blood still flowing freely from his arm. He raised his trembling hands to Lucius's trousers, unbuttoning his fly. Albus swallowed nervously as he took in the size of the bulge in Lucius's pants. How the hell was he going to fit that in his mouth?
Lucius was rubbing himself through his pants and reached in and took grip of his own cock. He withdrew his cock from his pants and Albus tried to suppress a gasp. Lucius's cock was long and thick and there was glistening precome around the head. Lucius put his cock to Albus's mouth, painting his lips with the moisture.
Albus opened his mouth and tentatively licked the droplets off Lucius's cock, the unfamiliar saltiness flowing over his tongue. Lucius groaned at the sensation and thrust his hips forward, gagging Albus on his cock.
Lucius started fucking Albus's mouth at a furious pace, holding his head in place. Lucius's cock hit the back of his throat and it took Albus a moment to realise the litany of filth strewing from Lucius's mouth.
"You like it when I fuck your pretty little mouth, don't you, you dirty slag? I'm going to come down your throat and you're going to swallow every last drop, Potter."
Albus's eyes must have widened against his words, because Lucius asked "Or would you rather me come all over your face? Yes, I like that, I'm going to come all over your face, cover you in come and blood."
Lucius withdrew his cock from Albus's mouth with a wet sound. He rubbed up and down his length, capturing Albus's eyes with his gaze. As soon as Albus flicked his tongue out to touch his moist lips, Lucius came with a grunt, painting Albus's face and chest with pearly ropes of come.
All Albus could hear was the panting coming from Lucius's mouth. Lucius deftly buttoned up his trousers and fixed Albus with a look. "Essence of dittany will take care of the scarring you have. Come here."
Lucius picked Albus off the chamber floor, one arm under his knees, the other cradling his head. Lucius carried him towards the cabinet and tended to his wounds with a tender affection Albus hadn't known the man had in him.
Lucius kissed him on the forehead before he left the chamber. It was the first time Lucius had kissed him in any way.
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Albus Severus
Summary: On a visit to the Malfoy Manor, Albus Severus Potter is finally introduced to Scorpius's grandfather, Lucius Malfoy. Albus never expected what would happen afterwards.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,056
Warnings: cross-gen [Age Disparity is 66/15], chan, bloodplay, knifeplay, orgasm denial, dub-con, dirty talk
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Beta: la_dissonance. Any remaining mistakes are mine. Feel free to point them out.
A/N: Written for luciusmistress for the summer nextgendarkfest gift exchange. Also my first foray into bloodplay.
It started as soon as he stepped into the sitting room of the Manor. It was the first time Albus had visited Scorpius at his house, despite their years of friendship in Hogwarts. Finally, after four years of needling and whining from him, Albus's mother had given in to letting him visit Scorp over holiday. Albus remembered being filled with excitement for the summer. It was the summer right after his fifth year. The OWLs were over and done with, his marks came in and his parents couldn't be more pleased. His reward was two whole weeks with his best pal Scorp at his Wiltshire house and no James and Lily to bother him.
He remembered walking into the plush sitting room, taken aback by the furnishings and upholstery much more decadent than anything back at Grimmauld Place. He tried to make sure his jaw was picked up off the floor as he sat down next to Scorpius on the love seat.
"Albus, have you met my grandfather?" Scorpius had asked him, ever the polite Malfoy. He motioned to an older gentleman who Albus did not notice upon first walking into the sitting room.
He was tall, regal and emanated power - not magic, but power, as if he had the capability to knock you down with a simple narrowing of his eyes. His silver blond hair was swept back in a queue with a black ribbon. Normally, Albus would scoff at such an outdated pureblood fashion, but somehow, it fit on this man. Albus noticed the black fingerless gloves the man wore as he wrapped his hands around a walking cane adorned with a silver snake.
None of the rumours, war stories, and Daily Prophet articles came even close to describing Lucius Malfoy in the flesh to Albus Severus Potter.
"No, I don't think I have," Albus said breathlessly as he looked up into the infamous face that had been splashed throughout all the war clippings his Grandmother Molly still kept in a box.
Mr. Malfoy took his hand to shake it. "It's great to meet one of Scorpius's friends from school. Potter, is it?"
"Yes, sir," Albus replied, unable to let go of Mr. Malfoy's strong grip. "Albus Potter."
Mr. Malfoy grinned. "Please, do not call me sir. It makes me feel dreadfully older than I really am."
Scorpius rolled his eyes. "Grandfather, you are old."
"I am only sixty-six years old," Mr. Malfoy said mockingly. "But I'm sure to a sprightly young man such as yourself, Scorpius, that seems dreadfully old."
"I would have never guessed you were that old, Mr. Malfoy" Albus interjected. "You don't look a day over fifty."
Mr. Malfoy and Scorpius looked at him, Mr. Malfoy's grin growing larger by the second. "Please, Albus, call me Lucius. Mr. Malfoy is now my son, Draco."
Albus swallowed again. It was a nervous habit of his. "Right...Lucius."
Lucius smiled once more as he bid the boys farewell and walked out of the sitting room. At the time, Albus failed to notice how Lucius's smile never reached his wolfish grey eyes.
~*~
Later that night, they had all gathered for dinner. Albus remembered being nervous, his constant swallowing irritating the back of his dry throat. There was no reason why he should be nervous, he remembered thinking. 'Scorpius's family, despite being vastly different than his, weren't bad people.
He remembered seeing the candlelight bouncing off the silver of the gravy boat in the middle of the table as he looked up across the table. Lucius was looking at him, his fingers delicately tracing the rim of his brandy glass. Albus remembered smiling at him, trying to prove that he was not like his father, he was not the Harry Potter that Scorpius's grandfather had tried to kill.
Lucius didn't smile back. He instead shifted his gaze to Draco, Scorpius's father, and said "Draco, have you informed Scorpius about his new summer activity?"
Draco cleared his throat, resting his utensils on the plate. "No, I did not. Thank you for reminding me, Father." He turned to Scorpius, steeling him with his gaze. "Scorpius, due to your abysmal Potions OWL-"
"I received an Acceptable, which is perfectly satisfactory for a career working with magical creatures, Father," Scorpius interrupted.
Draco's eyes flashed with something Albus could not decipher. The man cleared his throat once more. "Nevertheless, Scorpius, it is unseemly for you, as a Malfoy, to have such an OWL level in Potions when your very own father is considered a Potions master!" Draco snapped.
He took a moment to inhale deeply and in a much calmer voice, Draco continued. "So, I have decided that you will help me in the shop for the next two weeks-"
"While Albus is here?" Scorpius said, interrupting Draco for a second time.
Draco clenched his jaw. "Yes, while Albus is here. To begin with, we'll be working on harvesting fluxweed for Polyjuice. Now I'm sure you know that it needs to be picked at a full moon, hence the majority of our work will be at night. We'll also be working on other nocturnal potions."
Scorpius looked crestfallen at the prospect of helping his father. Albus stayed silent as he watched the exchange between father and son.
"What will Albus do, while I'm gone?" asked Scorpius.
Draco glanced over at Lucius. "We'll be working at night, so I won't be taking time away from your little friend. Besides, I'm sure your grandfather will be able to take care of him."
Lucius toasted Albus with his brandy glass, a smile tugging the edges of his mouth.
Scorpius's work with Draco began that night, as the moon was barely full. Albus remembered trying to occupy himself by wandering the Manor, unaware of what he might stumble onto in his exploring.
He remembered walking into a strange room, its walls littered with strange contraptions of black leather and silver. There was a wooden X on a platform with chains hanging from the tops of the X, and padded leather cuffs at the ends. Albus didn't know what the room was, but the blood stains on the floor suggested something of a sinister nature.
Albus turned to leave, terrified he would be caught somewhere he shouldn't be. But he walked into a hard mass in front of him which stopped his passage short
It was Lucius. "Here now, what's this? What are you doing here, Albus?"
Albus turned his head slowly upwards and his eyes were filled with the sight of Lucius smiling down at him, his silver eyes glinting. "I-I was wandering around the Manor, Mr. Malfoy."
"Now my boy," Lucius said as he lifted his hand to stroke Albus's hair. "I thought I told you to call me Lucius."
"S-sorry, Lucius," Albus stammered out, wondering why his friend's grandfather was stroking his hair. Perhaps Lucius was fascinated by the fact that his hair was not blond?
Lucius continued stroking Albus's hair, his hand stopping to caress the back of Albus's neck. "It's quite all right, although I would suggest that it would be wise of you not to loiter about the Manor in such a way. You could run into...trouble."
Lucius suddenly gripped the back of Albus's neck, drawing him back into the torture chamber. Albus remembered how panic ran through his veins, his heart beating fitfully against his chest. Lucius turned Albus around, his back pressed flush against the firmness of Lucius's torso.
"W-what are you doing?" Albus asked, panting out.
"I wish to show you something," Lucius responded.
Albus could feel the vibrations from Lucius’s deep voice resonating throughout him. "Show me what?"
Lucius ignored the question. "You are same age your father was when he battled the Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic."
Albus stayed silent. He remembered reading about his father in his Hogwarts texts and the stories his father would tell him at bedtime. Albus was suddenly aware of the fact that the very man that gripped him by the neck was the same man that had tried to kill his father when he was only fifteen years old.
"You look just like your father did."
Albus swallowed, his tongue dry against the roof of his mouth. He had no idea what was to come next.
The door of the torture chamber closed with a dry click, cutting off the sounds from the hallway. Realisation dawned on Albus that the chamber was soundproof. No one would be able to hear him if he screamed
Lucius strode over to a cabinet, which Albus had not noticed upon his first inspection of the room. With his back to Albus, Lucius opened the door quietly, the cabinet shelves strewn with glittering vials and jars. Lucius inspected a golden vial as he held it up to the light; where the light was coming from, Albus did not know.
Now free from Lucius's grasp, Albus slowly walked backwards to the wall, his hands grasping the grey brick behind him. He tried to be silent.
His back still to Albus, Lucius said, "Now where do you think you're going?"
Albus paused, unable to understand how Lucius saw him.
Lucius said "I could tell you were leaving from the shadows."
Lucius turned around, the golden vial in his hand. "You're scared, aren't you, Potter?"
Albus quickly shook his head. "No, sir."
"Of course you're scared. You're in a cold dark room, with blood on the floor, with a man you hardly know."
Albus swallowed again. "That sums it up." He was surprised by how shaken his voice sounded.
"Drink this, Albus. Then you won't be afraid anymore," Lucius said, his hand stretched out to Albus. The vial was flat on his palm, shining in the light.
"I - I don't want to, sir."
"If you don't, then what's going to follow will be much much worse." Lucius eyes narrowed, predatory in his persuasion.
Albus tried hard not to argue. What was going to follow next? Was Lucius going to torture him because he reminded Lucius of his father? He took a nervous glance towards the leather and silver contraptions on the wall and slowly walked towards Lucius, away from the wall.
"What will it do it me?" Albus asked.
Lucius raised his empty hand to Albus's head once more, only this time stroking his scarless forehead. Lucius's lips lowered to Albus's ear, his breath tickling Albus's neck. "It will make things...easier for you."
What choice did he have? Albus took the vial from Lucius, breaking the wax seal. Lifting it to his lips, Albus closed his eyes against Lucius's pleased grin.
The golden liquid flowed down his throat and as soon as it made its way to his stomach, the giddiness hitting him like a ton of bricks. His head was whirring from the unfamiliar sensation of the potion, the gilded texture flowing through him. Albus tried to keep his breathing steady, despite his heart racing.
Suddenly, the potion took hold and he felt calm. In control. Collected.
Albus opened his eyes, not realising he had closed them. Lucius was standing in front of him, smiling more broadly than ever.
"How do you feel Albus?" Lucius asked, taking great strides towards Albus until he was flush against him once more.
Albus didn't respond, nodding his acceptance of the situation. The potion held him.
"Perfect," purred Lucius. "Now we can begin."
It started slow, Albus remembered. The touching was soft at first, Lucius tenderly caressing his hair, his neck, his chest, as he pushed him against the wall of the chamber. Albus didn't know what to do with his hands and he remembered tilting his head back to Lucius's ministrations.
Lucius's lips descended to the space behind Albus's ear. He could hear him breathing against his neck, Lucius's tongue slowly lapping at his delicate flesh. Albus could feel a hardness poking him in the hip. Lucius was hard. Because of him.
Albus sexual experience was limited to silenced wanks in his Slytherin dorm and a brief kiss from his date at the Yule Ball. He had never been touched by anyone else in the way Lucius was currently stroking him. The potion took away his hesitation, but not his consciousness. He knew that what they were doing was wrong, what Lucius was doing to him was wrong but he couldn't help but grow aroused by the other man's lips on his neck, the steady breathing in his ear a metronome to his heartbeat.
Lucius's hands moved from Albus's chest down to his trousers. He caressed the half-hardness he found there. They stayed silent as Lucius made quick work of Albus's Muggle denims and stroked his cock to full firmness. Albus heard Lucius's breath hitch as the pace of his hand quickened over his cock, Lucius's thumb swirling around the head, slick with precome. He was pumping him furiously and it was too fast, too good, his hand was rough and calloused over Albus's cock. Albus was going to come any second now, the white hot heat moving from his spine down to his sac.
Suddenly, Lucius stopped, leaving the white heat to painfully build in Albus's groin. All Albus could hear was panting coming from his own lips and he looked up to see Lucius smiling at him once again.
"How do you feel?" he asked, his hand still on Albus's prick in a firm grip.
"Disappointed," Albus said, surprised by his own answer.
Lucius's lip curled. "What do you want?"
"To come," Albus responded. It seemed as if the potion had taken over his tongue. "I want to come all over your hand."
He lifted his hips, trying to fuck Lucius's hand, but Lucius held him still against the wall. "Do not move." Tenderness gone, Lucius held Albus's prick in a firm grip, squeezing hard.
Albus gasped against the sudden constriction. He was sure Lucius was cutting off the circulation to his prick, the blood pooling in his groin and pulsing against Lucius's hand. Before Albus could even protest against Lucius's manhandling, Lucius had started going faster, rougher, harder over his prick. Blood was pounding behind Albus's eyes as he tried with all his might to not thrust up into Lucius's hand.
"Don't stop," Albus panted.
Lucius responded with a grunt, his hair falling into his eyes. With a twist right there, Albus came, spilling all over Lucius's hand and his own denims.
Shakily, Albus looked up at Lucius, who was withdrawing his hand from Albus's trousers. Albus caught sight of Lucius's own trousers, where there was currently a wet spot.
Lucius turned swiftly away from Albus, making his way to the door. He spoke over his shoulder. "You will meet me here at the same time tomorrow night, when Scorpius leaves with Draco. I don't think I need to tell you to be silent on the activities that have taken place. Unless you would like to find out if you have the same prowess with fighting the Imperius Curse as your father."
Albus swallowed, his cock still hanging out of his trousers. "No, Lucius."
~*~
The chamber was different on the second night. Or just maybe Albus was more observant this time around. Gone were the silver and leather contraptions from the walls;, instead there were torches lightly flickering in the shadows. The large wooden X was still there, as well as the cabinet of vials and potions.
Lucius was waiting for him and without a word, he held out another one of the golden vials. Albus knew better than to protest and took it with a solemn expression on his face. The after effects of the potion were minimal. When he awoke that morning, his head had felt fuzzy and he almost could not recall the events of the previous night. Almost. It was as if his memories were painted over with a hazed hue, with a dream like quality.
Tipping the vial to his lips, Albus swallowed the gilded liquid once more. Lucius moved towards him, unbuttoning his shirt with deft precision, smoothing his hands down Albus's abdomen. Lucius's hands felt softer than the night before, as he shifted Albus's shirt over his shoulders.
"What are these?" Lucius questioned, fingering the white scars down Albus's arms.
Albus took a deep breath. He knew he wouldn't be able to hide it from Lucius, especially with the potions hold on him. "I cut myself."
Lucius quirked an eyebrow up. "And why is that?"
"I just, I feel so tight in my skin, there's too much pressure. W-when I cut, it releases the pressure a bit," Albus said, trying to avoid Lucius's gaze. He had never told anyone about his scars before.
Lucius stopped fingering Albus's scars. He instinctively touched his left forearm. "So the unmarked son marks his own flesh?" he said, almost to himself.
Rage boiled in Albus, simmering under the potion. "I am not the unmarked son, I'm Albus."
Lucius looked amused. "I see, you're tired of being Harry Potter's son."
Albus narrowed his eyes, glaring at Lucius. The potion did not curb his rage. In a low tone, he said "I'm sick of it. I'm sick of having to be Harry Potter's son and clone. When they look at me, they see him."
Before Albus knew it, Lucius was pressed up against him again, his face lowered to his ear. "I can give you things your father has never even dreamed of," Lucius whispered.
Albus, lulled by Lucius's voice, said, "Like what?"
Lucius just smiled his wolfish grin and the next night, knives were present in the chamber.
The knives were freshly sharpened, Albus could tell as Lucius bent him over, shirt off, pushing him against the wall of the chamber as he traced the vertebrae in his spine with the tip. He shivered, though Lucius hadn't pierced his skin. Yet.
His face was pressed up against the grey brick of the wall as Lucius gripped his hair roughly. The edge of the knife snaked over his hip and Lucius dipped the knife into the waistband of his trousers. Albus saw his pale torso heaving against the blade as he breathed.
The first cut was slight, more of a nick really. Like when Albus would cut his finger on a fine edge of parchment. Lucius pressed the knife against his abdomen, allowing Albus's quickened breathing to break the skin. He raised the knife with a practised hand and abruptly made of series of cuts along the fine hair that littered Albus's skin.
It was better than when Albus cut himself. There was no fear, no loss of control, or arousal when Albus was by himself. With Lucius, the knife was out of his hands, Albus had no say on where, how deep, or how often the cuts would occur. Looking down at where the shallow wounds were made, Albus saw his blood trickling down his abdomen, how his underpants had risen above the waistband of his trousers, collecting the crimson guilt.
Lucius traced the bulge in Albus's trousers with the tip of the knife and Albus felt the sharp tip protruding into his cock through the fabric. He gasped against the pain, breathing through the sensations on his cock. He'd never done this before, never thought that wanking while cutting could be even better than just plain wanking.
Abruptly, Lucius turned Albus around to face him, the brick digging into Albus’s back. Albus looked up into Lucius's face as Lucius raised the blade to his throat. Lucius pressed the tip of the blade to the pulse he found pounding there. Albus was afraid to breath, terrified Lucius would kill him with one swift cut to his artery. Lucius fixed him with his grey eyes and Albus was unable to look away. The man was captivating to him, power and strength in one. Albus wanted that power for himself, wanted the taste of Malfoy.
Seconds dragged on and eventually, Lucius broke his gaze and moved the blade over Albus's Adam's apple, down to the dip in his clavicle. Albus looked down and saw the red welted line the knife tip left. Albus was impossibly hard at the sight of Lucius wielding the knife with such grace and authority as he trailed it down the crook of Albus's arm. He closed his eyes against the pressure that was there against the vein in his arm. He knew Lucius was going to puncture this skin. When the tip finally pierced his flesh, he gasped, his eyes fluttering open to see the scarlet trail the droplets of blood made down the pale pattern of blue veins in his arm.
Lucius dipped a finger in the blood, smearing it down his arm. He then circled Albus's nipples with the drops of blood and dragging his hand down to the cuts on Albus's abdomen. The blood was growing more slippery and sticky as it dried and clotted against Albus's skin, the crimson grease aiding Lucius's fingers. Lucius moved to grip Albus by the neck and forced him to his knees.
Albus looked up at him as Lucius put his bloodied fingers into Albus's mouth. Albus sucked his own blood off Lucius's fingers, his tongue flicking gently against the salted copper tang. Lucius groaned audibly for the first time that night and looked down at Albus with dilated pupils.
"Suck me," Lucius commanded.
Albus nodded, the blood still flowing freely from his arm. He raised his trembling hands to Lucius's trousers, unbuttoning his fly. Albus swallowed nervously as he took in the size of the bulge in Lucius's pants. How the hell was he going to fit that in his mouth?
Lucius was rubbing himself through his pants and reached in and took grip of his own cock. He withdrew his cock from his pants and Albus tried to suppress a gasp. Lucius's cock was long and thick and there was glistening precome around the head. Lucius put his cock to Albus's mouth, painting his lips with the moisture.
Albus opened his mouth and tentatively licked the droplets off Lucius's cock, the unfamiliar saltiness flowing over his tongue. Lucius groaned at the sensation and thrust his hips forward, gagging Albus on his cock.
Lucius started fucking Albus's mouth at a furious pace, holding his head in place. Lucius's cock hit the back of his throat and it took Albus a moment to realise the litany of filth strewing from Lucius's mouth.
"You like it when I fuck your pretty little mouth, don't you, you dirty slag? I'm going to come down your throat and you're going to swallow every last drop, Potter."
Albus's eyes must have widened against his words, because Lucius asked "Or would you rather me come all over your face? Yes, I like that, I'm going to come all over your face, cover you in come and blood."
Lucius withdrew his cock from Albus's mouth with a wet sound. He rubbed up and down his length, capturing Albus's eyes with his gaze. As soon as Albus flicked his tongue out to touch his moist lips, Lucius came with a grunt, painting Albus's face and chest with pearly ropes of come.
All Albus could hear was the panting coming from Lucius's mouth. Lucius deftly buttoned up his trousers and fixed Albus with a look. "Essence of dittany will take care of the scarring you have. Come here."
Lucius picked Albus off the chamber floor, one arm under his knees, the other cradling his head. Lucius carried him towards the cabinet and tended to his wounds with a tender affection Albus hadn't known the man had in him.
Lucius kissed him on the forehead before he left the chamber. It was the first time Lucius had kissed him in any way.