"Heard Them Stirring" [Draco/Albus, Draco/Albus/Scorpius, Albus/Scorpius]
Title: Heard Them Stirring
Pairings: Draco/Albus Severus, Draco/Albus Severus/Scorpius, Albus Severus/Scorpius
Summary: Draco finally meets the Albus Potter Scorpius has been talking about.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,131
Warnings: cross-gen [Age Disparity is 45/19], voyeurism, light bondage, knifeplay, bloodplay, father-son incest, threesome
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 themostepotente for the first ever hp_sas!
He is such a bloody tease, thought Draco Malfoy as he looked across the dinner table. His dining companions for the evening were his son, Scorpius, and Scorpius's "friend," Albus Severus Potter ("friend" being the operative word, here). Astoria was off for the weekend, Merlin knew where. Draco didn't keep track of his wife and she did him the same courtesy. It was an arrangement which worked nicely for them, unlike the arrangement that was happening right now at the table.
Things may not have seemed amiss to an outsider, but Draco felt uneasy in the midst of banal Quidditch talk and pea soup.
Albus was eating his soup in a way in which no man should ever eat soup. He made a show of licking his lips as he played with his spoon, casting sultry glances at Scorpius every so often. Draco noticed a dull red flush creeping its way up Scorpius's pale neck as he tried to avoid Albus's gaze.
Draco knew he was not the intended audience for Albus's posturing, but he could not help shifting uncomfortably in his seat at the sight of Albus's pink tongue flicking out to lick his spoon. He felt as if he was fifteen again, hiding an erection in his school robes.
There was silence and Draco suddenly realised that Scorpius and Albus were both looking at him. "P-pardon?" Draco asked.
Albus smirked. "I asked what you thought of the Tornadoes' chances this season. I think they've been quite abysmal ever since they put Jensen in reserve."
Draco cleared his throat. "I haven't been keeping up with the League this season."
Albus flashed him a cheeky smile. "Well, that's unfortunate."
"Quite," said Draco, looking down at his soup. The Potter boy made him feel uneasy; he looked so much like his father, it was alarming.
"Father? Are you all right?" inquired Scorpius, catching the look on Draco's face.
Draco placed his silverware on his plate, scooting his chair backwards. "If you will excuse me, Scorpius, Albus," he said curtly, nodding at each of them in turn. "I'm feeling unwell. I shall be in my study."
As he stepped away from the dining room, he heard Scorpius and Albus's hushed whispers. Draco clenched his teeth together. He'd be damned if he let the Potter boy get the better of him.
~*~
Draco rose to his feet unsteadily, clearing his desk of the many leaves of parchment. Getting the estate's affairs in order was never an easy task, made more difficult by Astoria's copious spending. Draco shook his head, attempting to clear his vision. He had drank far too much Firewhiskey after he left dinner. Thanks to his nearly empty stomach, the alcohol had hit him harder than usual, making Draco's handwriting sloppy and the figures in the ledger blur together in a strange way.
No matter. A simple brew from one of the house elves would set him straight and then he would be able to go to bed.
As Draco walked from his study down the hall of the Manor, he lost himself in thoughts of dinner. Or to be more precise, what happened at dinner, with the Potter boy teasing them all. Albus with his lips flushed and pink tongue that poked out to touch his soup spoon...
Draco suppressed a groan. It was only a little farther to the master bedroom. He could make it until then. There was no need for him to wank in the hallway of his own home, like some randy teenager. Especially to thoughts of his son's "friend." A "friend," Draco thought, snorting to himself. If he had had more friends like that at Hogwarts then perhaps his sixth year might have been easier to manage.
Draco continued down the hall, attempting to reach his bedroom as quickly as possible. Yet he couldn't stop from slowing down as he got closer to Scorpius's doorway. The door was open a crack and Draco could hear moans and slight gasps.
Draco peered at the space the open door left him. The sight of Scorpius, naked except for his pants and white socks, pale hands tied above his head greeted him. He suppressed a gasp when he saw who else was in the room.
Albus had his shirt off, his Muggle denims slung low about his hips. He sauntered over to Scorpius on the bed, whose breathing quickened. Scorpius looked anxious and aroused at the expression on Albus's face, one of delight and mischievousness. Albus reached into the back pocket of his denims while he straddled Scorpius on the bed. He ground his groin into Scorpius's and Scorpius arched his back, keening prettily.
He knew it! This only confirmed Draco's suspicions of the true nature of Albus and Scorpius's relationship. It was painfully obvious the two boys were lovers. Draco knew his son was no idiot; Scorpius wouldn't get tied up for just anyone. He would have to trust his partner, trust which Draco was losing faith in as Albus withdrew a knife from his pocket.
A soft 'click' came from the blade of the knife as it swung out from its handle. Albus lowered his mouth to Scorpius's ear, presumably to whisper. He traced up Scorpius's pale thigh with the sharp edge as he gently kissed his neck. Scorpius moaned, his leg quivering from the feel of the knife tip. Albus continued to grind into Scorpius, the blade precarious between them.
He should leave. He should leave, go to his bedroom, and forget he ever saw this. But how could he leave when the scene in front of him aroused him so? Draco fidgeted in place, flushing with shame as his erection grew with each passing second.
Draco watched Albus and Scorpius entwined together like twins in utero. They made a beautiful sight; Scorpius's normally milk white complexion flushed with pleasure and Albus's black hair stark against the blond of Scorpius's. Albus took his free hand and hooked his fingers under the waistband of Scorpius's pants. He eased them down his thighs and Draco caught sight of Scorpius's cock, laying pink and heavy on his stomach, a pearly bead of pre-come at the tip. Albus lowered his head and sucked the dripping fluid from Scorpius's cock, the knife gently circling around Scorpius's hip bone.
Albus bobbed up and down on Scorpius's cock, all while dragging the knife tip around Scorpius's thigh and hip. The knife didn't cut the skin, leaving raised red lines in its wake. Draco blinked, trying to clear his watery vision. The copious amounts of Firewhiskey he had consumed led him to doubt the sight that was playing in front of his eyes. But Draco's eyes were not playing tricks on him; he could hear the breathy moans coming from Scorpius and the wet, squelching sound of Albus's mouth around his cock.
This was wrong. He should turn around and leave. But he was transfixed with the way Albus wielded with knife. Powerfully and with a graceful hand, his wrists painfully thin. Scorpius was at Albus's mercy, one wrong move and the edge of the blade would cut into his flesh unmercifully.
"A-Albus," Scorpius panted out. "Please..." His eyes were closed, his brows knitted together as he thrust up into Albus's mouth. As he thrust, the knife finally cut him on the hip, the wound bleeding wetly onto his skin.
Albus pulled away from Scorpius's cock, his eyes fixed on the crimson trickle of blood. Albus dipped a finger into the blood and brought it to his mouth, sucking loudly.
Draco swiftly turned away from the door at that moment, unsure if his presence went unnoticed. Walking away from Scorpius's room, Draco pressed a hand to his aching groin to relieve some of the pressure he was feeling. Already uneasy with his own arousal at the sight of Albus wielding a knife, Albus with Scorpius's blood in his mouth made Draco's cock harder than anything in recent memory.
He arrived to his bedroom, the mahogany door gleaming with polish. Draco stumbled to the bathroom, looking up at the large decorative mirror hanging above the sink. His face was paler than ever as he could see the path his veins made from his cheeks down to his neck. His grey eyes were widened and bloodshot.
Draco turned from the mirror and towards the bed. He would need a potion to fall asleep.
~*~
Draco made sure there was no soup at the following dinner. He did not want a repeat of the previous night with Albus performing near-fellatio with the soup spoon. A watercress salad had replaced the soup.
Draco was able to sit through the entire dinner, despite his accidental voyeurism of last night. Albus and Scorpius seemed to notice nothing amiss, Albus making jokes at Scorpius's expense and gesturing with his salad fork. Draco pasted a smile onto his face and suffered through dinner with his cock half-hard with memories of last night.
After dinner, Draco went back to his study with a glass of Firewhiskey. The room was cold and unforgiving in the light. He stood contemplating his bookcase, fingers trailing along the dusty tomes. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him and saw Albus walking towards him, a smile on his face.
"Albus," said Draco warily. He felt his face grow warm at the remembrance of what Albus's pale body looked like underneath his T-shirt and denims.
"Hello Draco," Albus said, his eyes narrowed with something that Draco could not decipher. "You left rather abruptly at dinner last night."
"I was feeling a bit peaked."
"Really? And did you see anything…out of the ordinary when you left?”
Draco stiffened. What was Albus insinuating? “I can’t recall.”
Albus walked towards Draco, his hands in his pockets, green eyes staring at him. Albus stopped until he was right in front of Draco, their bodies closely aligned. Draco refused to back down as he looked down at the Potter boy.
Suddenly, Draco felt a sharp dig right above his navel. He looked down and saw that Albus had pulled a knife from his pocket - the same knife that had cut Scorpius last night, whose sharp point was digging into his abdomen through his shirt. Draco tried to control his breathing, trying not to drive the knife into his stomach.
Albus leaned in and Draco felt his hot breath on his neck.
"I know what you saw," Albus whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "Me and Scorpius. Did it make you jealous? Me buggering your son? Did it make you want to join in? "
Draco met Albus's gaze. "What it made me want to do, is this."
Draco grabbed Albus's wrist and twisted it behind his back, causing the knife to cut through Draco's shirt. He shoved Albus over his desk, pressing his hard cock against his arse.
"You think you can tease me like this, with no consequences, Potter?" growled Draco into Albus's ear. He could feel Albus's shirt soft against his skin as he bent over him. "You think you can flaunt yourself around my house, buggering my son?”
Albus pressed his arse back against Draco. "It's for you."
Draco loosened his grip, shocked.
"It's always been for you. I've wanted you from the beginning," Albus said. He was breathing heavily against Draco's desk.
Draco let him go and Albus turned around, looking at him hesitantly. The knife was still in his hand.
Maybe it was the fellatio with the soup spoon from the night prior. Or maybe the way Albus wielded a knife. Draco didn't know what it was, but he was tired of fantasizing about those eyes and finally kissed Albus.
Albus met his lips greedily and Draco moaned into Albus's mouth. It was perfect; Albus's lithe body against his, their cocks aligned just so. Draco couldn't stop kissing him, their mouths moist and sloppy against each other. Albus forced the hand without the knife in between them, rubbing against Draco's cock and Draco moved gratefully into the pressure.
"Father?"
Draco sprung away from Albus to see his son looking at him with an expression of utmost shock and heartbreak. Albus just looked up at Draco with a smirk that Draco would have been proud of back in his fifth year at Hogwarts. He still held onto his knife.
Scorpius was breathing heavily. "A-Albus? Father, what's going on?"
"Scorpius, I..." said Draco, trailing off. He didn't know how to explain.
Albus rolled his eyes and hopped off the desk, pushing Draco out of the way. He sauntered over to Scorpius, whose chin was quivering.
"Scorp," Albus said softly, as he trailed the knife over the thin skin of Scorpius's wrist up the lattice of veins in his arm.
He closed his eyes against the feel of the blade. "What's going on Al?" Scorpius said, inhaling deeply.
"Nothing," murmured Albus as he leaned in to kiss Scorpius's neck.
Draco watched in awe at the power Albus had over his son. It was as if Scorpius was put in a trance.
Albus kissed up Scorpius's neck, his tongue flicking out to caress his earlobe. He began to whisper softly to Scorpius, so Draco could not hear what was being said.
Scorpius nodded gently, his eyes still closed.
They began to kiss each other tenderly, Albus gripping the back of Scorpius's neck. His knife was poised at the crook of Scorpius's pale arm.
Draco would have been content to watch. Honestly. He was fascinated, yet aroused by the display of power Albus had over his son.
But Albus appeared to have other ideas.
He pulled away from Scorpius, fixing his gaze upon Draco. "Join us," Albus said simply. Scorpius looked dazed, almost intoxicated behind him.
Draco swallowed heavily, past the lump in his throat that seemed to rise out of nowhere. He mustn't. But blood pooled uncomfortably in his groin and damn it, he was tired of walking around the Manor half-hard because of Albus.
He walked towards him, watching Scorpius's face over Albus's shoulder. At the sound of his footsteps, Scorpius opened his eyes. Draco looked into his son's grey eyes, the grey eyes that had been passed down from generation to generation of Malfoy. He felt his heart racing in his chest. Could he really do this?
"Father," Scorpius said, his hand curling around Albus's. "Please."
Draco nodded, his throat dry. He leaned forward to kiss Albus again, to continue where they were before Scorpius interrupted them. They kissed furiously, Draco tonguing open Albus's lips. He heard Albus drop the knife on the floor and felt him slide his hands beneath the torn fabric of his shirt, caressing his skin. Draco nearly jumped in surprise when he felt a second pair of hands on his back; Scorpius had moved behind him and his arms were snaking around him. He tried not to fight. Draco attempted to press his groin into Albus's, but his son's hands were in the way as Scorpius unbuckled his belt. His trousers fell down and Scorpius delved his hands into Draco's pants, his slender hands gripping Draco's cock with surprising firmness.
Albus broke away from Draco, falling to his knees. Draco stepped out of his trousers and Albus eased his pants down his legs. Scorpius pressed against his back and pulled at his cock. Draco felt his son kissing the back of his neck and was surprised by the warm, wet heat of Albus's tongue around the head of his cock. He looked down to see those damned almond-shaped green eyes peering at him from beneath lowered lashes. Scorpius's hand let go of his cock and caressed Albus's cheek. Albus winked and Draco was sure that wink was not meant for him.
Albus ran his tongue teasingly from the base of Draco's cock to the head. Draco felt his knees go weak. He hadn't experienced such a talented tongue in years.
Draco nearly whimpered as Albus left his cock as he rose to his feet.
"The desk," Albus commanded huskily.
Draco felt cool air on his back as Scorpius pulled away from him. He turned around and saw Scorpius crook his finger towards Albus, urging him to come closer as he walked towards the desk. Albus pulled Draco by the hand with him, the torn edges of Draco's shirt moving gently as he moved.
The desk felt cold under his bare arse, Draco noted as Albus pushed him down on the polished surface. Albus kissed down his chest, his fingers trailing down the scars left by his father. Scorpius's pale hand joined Albus's, pinching his nipple. A mouth was on his cock again, Draco didn't know whose as he closed his eyes against the delicious sensation. He was engulfed in warm, wet heat and Draco thrust up into the mouth. He felt the cool air hit his cock as the mouth withdrew only to be replaced with a teasing tongue. And another tongue.
Draco raised himself on his elbows and looked down. Albus and Scorpius were both on his cock, their tongues licking up and down his length. They stared into each other's eyes and Albus had a hand clenched in Scorpius's blond hair. He pulled away and pushed Scorpius onto Draco's cock with rough force. Draco gasped as Scorpius's teeth grazed the sensitive skin, but was soon soothed by a slow, lapping tongue.
Albus rose to his feet, bending over Draco. He whispered, "This is what you've always wanted, isn't it?" before kissing him.
Draco didn't know if Albus meant his lips on his own or Scorpius's mouth on his cock. All he knew was that he was in heaven.
~*~
"So what's this 'proof' you have, Malfoy?" asked Potter, his eyes curious behind those spectacles he insisted on wearing after all these years.
Draco withdrew the vial he had been fiddling with in his robes for the past half hour. He held it up to the light so that Potter could see. "The proof that our sons have been shagging all this time is right in here," he said, smirking.
Potter rolled his eyes. "And I'm supposed to just let you win the bet without even seeing the memory?"
"Merlin no, Potter. I want you to see this memory," Draco said as he uncorked the vial. "Why, it would be practically stealing your 50 galleons if I didn't show you this memory."
Potter took the vial from Draco, pouring it into the rough-hewn Pensieve he had on his desk. Shaking his head, he said "Please tell me you didn't walk in our sons shagging or anything." Potter's hands were clenched around rim of the Pensieve as he prepare to dive head first.
Draco chuckled to himself before pushing Potter into the Pensieve. "Oh Potter. You have no idea.”
Pairings: Draco/Albus Severus, Draco/Albus Severus/Scorpius, Albus Severus/Scorpius
Summary: Draco finally meets the Albus Potter Scorpius has been talking about.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,131
Warnings: cross-gen [Age Disparity is 45/19], voyeurism, light bondage, knifeplay, bloodplay, father-son incest, threesome
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 themostepotente for the first ever hp_sas!
He is such a bloody tease, thought Draco Malfoy as he looked across the dinner table. His dining companions for the evening were his son, Scorpius, and Scorpius's "friend," Albus Severus Potter ("friend" being the operative word, here). Astoria was off for the weekend, Merlin knew where. Draco didn't keep track of his wife and she did him the same courtesy. It was an arrangement which worked nicely for them, unlike the arrangement that was happening right now at the table.
Things may not have seemed amiss to an outsider, but Draco felt uneasy in the midst of banal Quidditch talk and pea soup.
Albus was eating his soup in a way in which no man should ever eat soup. He made a show of licking his lips as he played with his spoon, casting sultry glances at Scorpius every so often. Draco noticed a dull red flush creeping its way up Scorpius's pale neck as he tried to avoid Albus's gaze.
Draco knew he was not the intended audience for Albus's posturing, but he could not help shifting uncomfortably in his seat at the sight of Albus's pink tongue flicking out to lick his spoon. He felt as if he was fifteen again, hiding an erection in his school robes.
There was silence and Draco suddenly realised that Scorpius and Albus were both looking at him. "P-pardon?" Draco asked.
Albus smirked. "I asked what you thought of the Tornadoes' chances this season. I think they've been quite abysmal ever since they put Jensen in reserve."
Draco cleared his throat. "I haven't been keeping up with the League this season."
Albus flashed him a cheeky smile. "Well, that's unfortunate."
"Quite," said Draco, looking down at his soup. The Potter boy made him feel uneasy; he looked so much like his father, it was alarming.
"Father? Are you all right?" inquired Scorpius, catching the look on Draco's face.
Draco placed his silverware on his plate, scooting his chair backwards. "If you will excuse me, Scorpius, Albus," he said curtly, nodding at each of them in turn. "I'm feeling unwell. I shall be in my study."
As he stepped away from the dining room, he heard Scorpius and Albus's hushed whispers. Draco clenched his teeth together. He'd be damned if he let the Potter boy get the better of him.
~*~
Draco rose to his feet unsteadily, clearing his desk of the many leaves of parchment. Getting the estate's affairs in order was never an easy task, made more difficult by Astoria's copious spending. Draco shook his head, attempting to clear his vision. He had drank far too much Firewhiskey after he left dinner. Thanks to his nearly empty stomach, the alcohol had hit him harder than usual, making Draco's handwriting sloppy and the figures in the ledger blur together in a strange way.
No matter. A simple brew from one of the house elves would set him straight and then he would be able to go to bed.
As Draco walked from his study down the hall of the Manor, he lost himself in thoughts of dinner. Or to be more precise, what happened at dinner, with the Potter boy teasing them all. Albus with his lips flushed and pink tongue that poked out to touch his soup spoon...
Draco suppressed a groan. It was only a little farther to the master bedroom. He could make it until then. There was no need for him to wank in the hallway of his own home, like some randy teenager. Especially to thoughts of his son's "friend." A "friend," Draco thought, snorting to himself. If he had had more friends like that at Hogwarts then perhaps his sixth year might have been easier to manage.
Draco continued down the hall, attempting to reach his bedroom as quickly as possible. Yet he couldn't stop from slowing down as he got closer to Scorpius's doorway. The door was open a crack and Draco could hear moans and slight gasps.
Draco peered at the space the open door left him. The sight of Scorpius, naked except for his pants and white socks, pale hands tied above his head greeted him. He suppressed a gasp when he saw who else was in the room.
Albus had his shirt off, his Muggle denims slung low about his hips. He sauntered over to Scorpius on the bed, whose breathing quickened. Scorpius looked anxious and aroused at the expression on Albus's face, one of delight and mischievousness. Albus reached into the back pocket of his denims while he straddled Scorpius on the bed. He ground his groin into Scorpius's and Scorpius arched his back, keening prettily.
He knew it! This only confirmed Draco's suspicions of the true nature of Albus and Scorpius's relationship. It was painfully obvious the two boys were lovers. Draco knew his son was no idiot; Scorpius wouldn't get tied up for just anyone. He would have to trust his partner, trust which Draco was losing faith in as Albus withdrew a knife from his pocket.
A soft 'click' came from the blade of the knife as it swung out from its handle. Albus lowered his mouth to Scorpius's ear, presumably to whisper. He traced up Scorpius's pale thigh with the sharp edge as he gently kissed his neck. Scorpius moaned, his leg quivering from the feel of the knife tip. Albus continued to grind into Scorpius, the blade precarious between them.
He should leave. He should leave, go to his bedroom, and forget he ever saw this. But how could he leave when the scene in front of him aroused him so? Draco fidgeted in place, flushing with shame as his erection grew with each passing second.
Draco watched Albus and Scorpius entwined together like twins in utero. They made a beautiful sight; Scorpius's normally milk white complexion flushed with pleasure and Albus's black hair stark against the blond of Scorpius's. Albus took his free hand and hooked his fingers under the waistband of Scorpius's pants. He eased them down his thighs and Draco caught sight of Scorpius's cock, laying pink and heavy on his stomach, a pearly bead of pre-come at the tip. Albus lowered his head and sucked the dripping fluid from Scorpius's cock, the knife gently circling around Scorpius's hip bone.
Albus bobbed up and down on Scorpius's cock, all while dragging the knife tip around Scorpius's thigh and hip. The knife didn't cut the skin, leaving raised red lines in its wake. Draco blinked, trying to clear his watery vision. The copious amounts of Firewhiskey he had consumed led him to doubt the sight that was playing in front of his eyes. But Draco's eyes were not playing tricks on him; he could hear the breathy moans coming from Scorpius and the wet, squelching sound of Albus's mouth around his cock.
This was wrong. He should turn around and leave. But he was transfixed with the way Albus wielded with knife. Powerfully and with a graceful hand, his wrists painfully thin. Scorpius was at Albus's mercy, one wrong move and the edge of the blade would cut into his flesh unmercifully.
"A-Albus," Scorpius panted out. "Please..." His eyes were closed, his brows knitted together as he thrust up into Albus's mouth. As he thrust, the knife finally cut him on the hip, the wound bleeding wetly onto his skin.
Albus pulled away from Scorpius's cock, his eyes fixed on the crimson trickle of blood. Albus dipped a finger into the blood and brought it to his mouth, sucking loudly.
Draco swiftly turned away from the door at that moment, unsure if his presence went unnoticed. Walking away from Scorpius's room, Draco pressed a hand to his aching groin to relieve some of the pressure he was feeling. Already uneasy with his own arousal at the sight of Albus wielding a knife, Albus with Scorpius's blood in his mouth made Draco's cock harder than anything in recent memory.
He arrived to his bedroom, the mahogany door gleaming with polish. Draco stumbled to the bathroom, looking up at the large decorative mirror hanging above the sink. His face was paler than ever as he could see the path his veins made from his cheeks down to his neck. His grey eyes were widened and bloodshot.
Draco turned from the mirror and towards the bed. He would need a potion to fall asleep.
~*~
Draco made sure there was no soup at the following dinner. He did not want a repeat of the previous night with Albus performing near-fellatio with the soup spoon. A watercress salad had replaced the soup.
Draco was able to sit through the entire dinner, despite his accidental voyeurism of last night. Albus and Scorpius seemed to notice nothing amiss, Albus making jokes at Scorpius's expense and gesturing with his salad fork. Draco pasted a smile onto his face and suffered through dinner with his cock half-hard with memories of last night.
After dinner, Draco went back to his study with a glass of Firewhiskey. The room was cold and unforgiving in the light. He stood contemplating his bookcase, fingers trailing along the dusty tomes. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him and saw Albus walking towards him, a smile on his face.
"Albus," said Draco warily. He felt his face grow warm at the remembrance of what Albus's pale body looked like underneath his T-shirt and denims.
"Hello Draco," Albus said, his eyes narrowed with something that Draco could not decipher. "You left rather abruptly at dinner last night."
"I was feeling a bit peaked."
"Really? And did you see anything…out of the ordinary when you left?”
Draco stiffened. What was Albus insinuating? “I can’t recall.”
Albus walked towards Draco, his hands in his pockets, green eyes staring at him. Albus stopped until he was right in front of Draco, their bodies closely aligned. Draco refused to back down as he looked down at the Potter boy.
Suddenly, Draco felt a sharp dig right above his navel. He looked down and saw that Albus had pulled a knife from his pocket - the same knife that had cut Scorpius last night, whose sharp point was digging into his abdomen through his shirt. Draco tried to control his breathing, trying not to drive the knife into his stomach.
Albus leaned in and Draco felt his hot breath on his neck.
"I know what you saw," Albus whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "Me and Scorpius. Did it make you jealous? Me buggering your son? Did it make you want to join in? "
Draco met Albus's gaze. "What it made me want to do, is this."
Draco grabbed Albus's wrist and twisted it behind his back, causing the knife to cut through Draco's shirt. He shoved Albus over his desk, pressing his hard cock against his arse.
"You think you can tease me like this, with no consequences, Potter?" growled Draco into Albus's ear. He could feel Albus's shirt soft against his skin as he bent over him. "You think you can flaunt yourself around my house, buggering my son?”
Albus pressed his arse back against Draco. "It's for you."
Draco loosened his grip, shocked.
"It's always been for you. I've wanted you from the beginning," Albus said. He was breathing heavily against Draco's desk.
Draco let him go and Albus turned around, looking at him hesitantly. The knife was still in his hand.
Maybe it was the fellatio with the soup spoon from the night prior. Or maybe the way Albus wielded a knife. Draco didn't know what it was, but he was tired of fantasizing about those eyes and finally kissed Albus.
Albus met his lips greedily and Draco moaned into Albus's mouth. It was perfect; Albus's lithe body against his, their cocks aligned just so. Draco couldn't stop kissing him, their mouths moist and sloppy against each other. Albus forced the hand without the knife in between them, rubbing against Draco's cock and Draco moved gratefully into the pressure.
"Father?"
Draco sprung away from Albus to see his son looking at him with an expression of utmost shock and heartbreak. Albus just looked up at Draco with a smirk that Draco would have been proud of back in his fifth year at Hogwarts. He still held onto his knife.
Scorpius was breathing heavily. "A-Albus? Father, what's going on?"
"Scorpius, I..." said Draco, trailing off. He didn't know how to explain.
Albus rolled his eyes and hopped off the desk, pushing Draco out of the way. He sauntered over to Scorpius, whose chin was quivering.
"Scorp," Albus said softly, as he trailed the knife over the thin skin of Scorpius's wrist up the lattice of veins in his arm.
He closed his eyes against the feel of the blade. "What's going on Al?" Scorpius said, inhaling deeply.
"Nothing," murmured Albus as he leaned in to kiss Scorpius's neck.
Draco watched in awe at the power Albus had over his son. It was as if Scorpius was put in a trance.
Albus kissed up Scorpius's neck, his tongue flicking out to caress his earlobe. He began to whisper softly to Scorpius, so Draco could not hear what was being said.
Scorpius nodded gently, his eyes still closed.
They began to kiss each other tenderly, Albus gripping the back of Scorpius's neck. His knife was poised at the crook of Scorpius's pale arm.
Draco would have been content to watch. Honestly. He was fascinated, yet aroused by the display of power Albus had over his son.
But Albus appeared to have other ideas.
He pulled away from Scorpius, fixing his gaze upon Draco. "Join us," Albus said simply. Scorpius looked dazed, almost intoxicated behind him.
Draco swallowed heavily, past the lump in his throat that seemed to rise out of nowhere. He mustn't. But blood pooled uncomfortably in his groin and damn it, he was tired of walking around the Manor half-hard because of Albus.
He walked towards him, watching Scorpius's face over Albus's shoulder. At the sound of his footsteps, Scorpius opened his eyes. Draco looked into his son's grey eyes, the grey eyes that had been passed down from generation to generation of Malfoy. He felt his heart racing in his chest. Could he really do this?
"Father," Scorpius said, his hand curling around Albus's. "Please."
Draco nodded, his throat dry. He leaned forward to kiss Albus again, to continue where they were before Scorpius interrupted them. They kissed furiously, Draco tonguing open Albus's lips. He heard Albus drop the knife on the floor and felt him slide his hands beneath the torn fabric of his shirt, caressing his skin. Draco nearly jumped in surprise when he felt a second pair of hands on his back; Scorpius had moved behind him and his arms were snaking around him. He tried not to fight. Draco attempted to press his groin into Albus's, but his son's hands were in the way as Scorpius unbuckled his belt. His trousers fell down and Scorpius delved his hands into Draco's pants, his slender hands gripping Draco's cock with surprising firmness.
Albus broke away from Draco, falling to his knees. Draco stepped out of his trousers and Albus eased his pants down his legs. Scorpius pressed against his back and pulled at his cock. Draco felt his son kissing the back of his neck and was surprised by the warm, wet heat of Albus's tongue around the head of his cock. He looked down to see those damned almond-shaped green eyes peering at him from beneath lowered lashes. Scorpius's hand let go of his cock and caressed Albus's cheek. Albus winked and Draco was sure that wink was not meant for him.
Albus ran his tongue teasingly from the base of Draco's cock to the head. Draco felt his knees go weak. He hadn't experienced such a talented tongue in years.
Draco nearly whimpered as Albus left his cock as he rose to his feet.
"The desk," Albus commanded huskily.
Draco felt cool air on his back as Scorpius pulled away from him. He turned around and saw Scorpius crook his finger towards Albus, urging him to come closer as he walked towards the desk. Albus pulled Draco by the hand with him, the torn edges of Draco's shirt moving gently as he moved.
The desk felt cold under his bare arse, Draco noted as Albus pushed him down on the polished surface. Albus kissed down his chest, his fingers trailing down the scars left by his father. Scorpius's pale hand joined Albus's, pinching his nipple. A mouth was on his cock again, Draco didn't know whose as he closed his eyes against the delicious sensation. He was engulfed in warm, wet heat and Draco thrust up into the mouth. He felt the cool air hit his cock as the mouth withdrew only to be replaced with a teasing tongue. And another tongue.
Draco raised himself on his elbows and looked down. Albus and Scorpius were both on his cock, their tongues licking up and down his length. They stared into each other's eyes and Albus had a hand clenched in Scorpius's blond hair. He pulled away and pushed Scorpius onto Draco's cock with rough force. Draco gasped as Scorpius's teeth grazed the sensitive skin, but was soon soothed by a slow, lapping tongue.
Albus rose to his feet, bending over Draco. He whispered, "This is what you've always wanted, isn't it?" before kissing him.
Draco didn't know if Albus meant his lips on his own or Scorpius's mouth on his cock. All he knew was that he was in heaven.
~*~
"So what's this 'proof' you have, Malfoy?" asked Potter, his eyes curious behind those spectacles he insisted on wearing after all these years.
Draco withdrew the vial he had been fiddling with in his robes for the past half hour. He held it up to the light so that Potter could see. "The proof that our sons have been shagging all this time is right in here," he said, smirking.
Potter rolled his eyes. "And I'm supposed to just let you win the bet without even seeing the memory?"
"Merlin no, Potter. I want you to see this memory," Draco said as he uncorked the vial. "Why, it would be practically stealing your 50 galleons if I didn't show you this memory."
Potter took the vial from Draco, pouring it into the rough-hewn Pensieve he had on his desk. Shaking his head, he said "Please tell me you didn't walk in our sons shagging or anything." Potter's hands were clenched around rim of the Pensieve as he prepare to dive head first.
Draco chuckled to himself before pushing Potter into the Pensieve. "Oh Potter. You have no idea.”