Cross Words
Title: Cross Words
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: PG
Pairing: Lucius/Draco
Prompt: Christmas
Word Count: 1100
Summary: Draco knows what buttons to push with Lucius.
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language, once.
Notes: Christmas gift!fic for thepinkrabbit x
Authors Notes: Characterisation taken from an entry made on the journals of thepinkrabbit and xbloodsugarx
Lucius Malfoy was sat at his desk, chewing on his pencil and torturing himself by staying rooted to the chair in his office and not allowing himself to move until he had completed the crossword. He had sneered when for some unbeknownst reason a Muggle magazine was delivered along with the other mail by his owl that morning and to his surprise found that they had crossword puzzles too. But it was more perplexing than he thought and he found himself moving onto the final clue for the words going across.
_____ Wicks, character who was recently sent to prison in Eastenders.
It began with a D and ended in an O, five letters. Without hesitation he wrote ‘Draco’ in neat capitals before smiling to himself. Now he had one answer, he could make up words to fill the rest of it accordingly.
He almost jumped out of his skin when the door swung open and Draco came strutting in, humming a tune loudly, the latest pop-trash rubbish no doubt, Lucius thought to himself grimly. However, the negative thoughts towards his son evaporated when he took in what he was wearing - more to the point what he wasn’t wearing. The tiniest, skimpiest, red satin hot pants with a fluffy waistband that Lucius could only hope was an early Christmas present was the only thing that adorned Draco’s body.
“ELSIE!” Draco yelled lovingly and Lucius pouted when Draco made a big show of wrapping his arms around the fish tank that lay in the corner of his study in greeting of his favourite fish. Disturbing the quietness, barging in without so much as a knock and it wasn’t even to see him!
“I’m going to kill that damn fish,” Lucius spat.
“Nonsense,” replied Draco, stroking the tank lightly and laughing in delight when Elsie obediently swam towards him.
“I’ll gut it and enjoy every second -”
“Oh shush!” said Draco dismissively, finally turning his attention away from the fish tank and walking over to his father. Crouching over the desk so close that Lucius could see and smell the slight sheen of sweat that ran over his naked upper body, he was so lost in awe and lust for his son that he couldn’t even show his disapproval in time when Draco snorted contemptuously.
“You’ve managed to fill in one word?! And from a Muggle magazine, no less! Poor Father, poor!”
“Have you come in here for a reason?” Lucius asked testily. It didn’t matter how tempting Draco looked, he was most simply not going to let him stay in his office when he was just going to be rude towards him, especially when he knew full well that he liked it when he directed his spiteful comments to Narcissa.
“Well I came in here to give you a Christmas present actually, but if you’re going to be like that…” Draco drawled.
This was more like it! Lucius licked his lips and got comfortable in his seat, adjusting the front of his trousers for a more fitting accommodation. “Oh yes?”
“Oh yes, indeed!” said Draco smiling widely, and if Lucius hadn’t been so turned on he might have spotted the telltale sign of a flicker of a smirk that Draco concealed almost as quickly as it came. Lucius’ heart sank but he tried not to look too disappointed when Draco pulled a small-looking box out of thin air.
“What is it?”
Draco smiled, but didn’t hand the box over. “Early Christmas present,” he replied smoothly. “But I want to know what you and Mother are getting me first. Just so I know whether it’s worth giving it to you or not.”
“Well first of all, let me start by saying I have no idea what that… awful… harridan is buying you,” Lucius said, with a disgusted look on his face. “But I am getting you new robes, new books, new broomsticks, lots of cash, jewellery and other surprise presents!”
Draco frowned. “Is that all?”
“Don’t be rude, boy!”
“It’s hardly the hoard of the century! I mean books for crying out loud! Well here,” said Draco, tossing the box towards on the desk. “You’ve earned it.”
Lucius tore the wrapping from the box eagerly and let out a frustrated cry as a layer reappeared every time he pulled one off. Draco had used Crapping Paper. This was low, not only was he playing tricks on him but he was getting them from that vile Weasley joke shop. He’d punish him good and proper for this later on. After the magical paper had decided the joke had gone on for long enough (much after Lucius had given up trying to unwrap it and even Draco was tapping his foot impatiently) it vanished and Lucius dove onto the box, in fear it running away thanks to another one of his sons pranks, and opened the lid carefully.
“SURPRISE!” yelled Draco wickedly as Lucius screamed and scooted back in his chair. The spider, having been cooped up in the box from whenever Draco had wrapped it in there, crawled onto the desk grateful for some air, but this just terrified Lucius even more and he stood up onto his chair, as if he was scared it was going to jump down and land on his lap.
“DRACO!” Lucius roared, but because his voice didn’t have that familiar vicious tone to it that he adopted whenever he was really displeased with the little brat, Draco took no notice and laughed and pointed at his fathers misfortune.
“IF YOU DON’T GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME RIGHT NOW I SWEAR TO MERLIN I WILL STEAL YOUR PRECIOUS MR. MINI MIGHTY MALFOY WHILE YOU’RE SLEEPING WITH HIM TONIGHT AND GIVE IT TO ONE OF THE SERVANTS TO SLEEP WITH!”
Draco recoiled as if he had just been slapped hard around the face. “Accio spider!” he commanded, and held out a hand and caught it. “I’m sorry, Father,” he said in subdued tones and left without a word. There was no way he was risking his favourite teddy bear catching such germs at what may or may not be an empty threat.
“Oh Father!”
Lucius didn’t reply.
“Oh… Daddy!”
That caught his attention. “What?” he asked frostily.
“I want to make it up to you,” Draco purred.
“Go away, I’m busy,” snapped Lucius.
“But I feel really horny,” Draco replied sultrily. “And so turned on! So go on, please Daddy!”
Lucius made a show of grumbling but he put down his pen and crossword anyway because in all honesty, when his son asked in such a nice manner, he found it ridiculously hard to turn him down and so, rolling up his sleeve, he obliged Draco and quickly flashed him his Dark Mark. He hadn't even managed to pull his sleeve back door before Draco pounced on top of him.
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: PG
Pairing: Lucius/Draco
Prompt: Christmas
Word Count: 1100
Summary: Draco knows what buttons to push with Lucius.
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language, once.
Notes: Christmas gift!fic for thepinkrabbit x
Authors Notes: Characterisation taken from an entry made on the journals of thepinkrabbit and xbloodsugarx
Lucius Malfoy was sat at his desk, chewing on his pencil and torturing himself by staying rooted to the chair in his office and not allowing himself to move until he had completed the crossword. He had sneered when for some unbeknownst reason a Muggle magazine was delivered along with the other mail by his owl that morning and to his surprise found that they had crossword puzzles too. But it was more perplexing than he thought and he found himself moving onto the final clue for the words going across.
_____ Wicks, character who was recently sent to prison in Eastenders.
It began with a D and ended in an O, five letters. Without hesitation he wrote ‘Draco’ in neat capitals before smiling to himself. Now he had one answer, he could make up words to fill the rest of it accordingly.
He almost jumped out of his skin when the door swung open and Draco came strutting in, humming a tune loudly, the latest pop-trash rubbish no doubt, Lucius thought to himself grimly. However, the negative thoughts towards his son evaporated when he took in what he was wearing - more to the point what he wasn’t wearing. The tiniest, skimpiest, red satin hot pants with a fluffy waistband that Lucius could only hope was an early Christmas present was the only thing that adorned Draco’s body.
“ELSIE!” Draco yelled lovingly and Lucius pouted when Draco made a big show of wrapping his arms around the fish tank that lay in the corner of his study in greeting of his favourite fish. Disturbing the quietness, barging in without so much as a knock and it wasn’t even to see him!
“I’m going to kill that damn fish,” Lucius spat.
“Nonsense,” replied Draco, stroking the tank lightly and laughing in delight when Elsie obediently swam towards him.
“I’ll gut it and enjoy every second -”
“Oh shush!” said Draco dismissively, finally turning his attention away from the fish tank and walking over to his father. Crouching over the desk so close that Lucius could see and smell the slight sheen of sweat that ran over his naked upper body, he was so lost in awe and lust for his son that he couldn’t even show his disapproval in time when Draco snorted contemptuously.
“You’ve managed to fill in one word?! And from a Muggle magazine, no less! Poor Father, poor!”
“Have you come in here for a reason?” Lucius asked testily. It didn’t matter how tempting Draco looked, he was most simply not going to let him stay in his office when he was just going to be rude towards him, especially when he knew full well that he liked it when he directed his spiteful comments to Narcissa.
“Well I came in here to give you a Christmas present actually, but if you’re going to be like that…” Draco drawled.
This was more like it! Lucius licked his lips and got comfortable in his seat, adjusting the front of his trousers for a more fitting accommodation. “Oh yes?”
“Oh yes, indeed!” said Draco smiling widely, and if Lucius hadn’t been so turned on he might have spotted the telltale sign of a flicker of a smirk that Draco concealed almost as quickly as it came. Lucius’ heart sank but he tried not to look too disappointed when Draco pulled a small-looking box out of thin air.
“What is it?”
Draco smiled, but didn’t hand the box over. “Early Christmas present,” he replied smoothly. “But I want to know what you and Mother are getting me first. Just so I know whether it’s worth giving it to you or not.”
“Well first of all, let me start by saying I have no idea what that… awful… harridan is buying you,” Lucius said, with a disgusted look on his face. “But I am getting you new robes, new books, new broomsticks, lots of cash, jewellery and other surprise presents!”
Draco frowned. “Is that all?”
“Don’t be rude, boy!”
“It’s hardly the hoard of the century! I mean books for crying out loud! Well here,” said Draco, tossing the box towards on the desk. “You’ve earned it.”
Lucius tore the wrapping from the box eagerly and let out a frustrated cry as a layer reappeared every time he pulled one off. Draco had used Crapping Paper. This was low, not only was he playing tricks on him but he was getting them from that vile Weasley joke shop. He’d punish him good and proper for this later on. After the magical paper had decided the joke had gone on for long enough (much after Lucius had given up trying to unwrap it and even Draco was tapping his foot impatiently) it vanished and Lucius dove onto the box, in fear it running away thanks to another one of his sons pranks, and opened the lid carefully.
“SURPRISE!” yelled Draco wickedly as Lucius screamed and scooted back in his chair. The spider, having been cooped up in the box from whenever Draco had wrapped it in there, crawled onto the desk grateful for some air, but this just terrified Lucius even more and he stood up onto his chair, as if he was scared it was going to jump down and land on his lap.
“DRACO!” Lucius roared, but because his voice didn’t have that familiar vicious tone to it that he adopted whenever he was really displeased with the little brat, Draco took no notice and laughed and pointed at his fathers misfortune.
“IF YOU DON’T GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME RIGHT NOW I SWEAR TO MERLIN I WILL STEAL YOUR PRECIOUS MR. MINI MIGHTY MALFOY WHILE YOU’RE SLEEPING WITH HIM TONIGHT AND GIVE IT TO ONE OF THE SERVANTS TO SLEEP WITH!”
Draco recoiled as if he had just been slapped hard around the face. “Accio spider!” he commanded, and held out a hand and caught it. “I’m sorry, Father,” he said in subdued tones and left without a word. There was no way he was risking his favourite teddy bear catching such germs at what may or may not be an empty threat.
“Oh Father!”
Lucius didn’t reply.
“Oh… Daddy!”
That caught his attention. “What?” he asked frostily.
“I want to make it up to you,” Draco purred.
“Go away, I’m busy,” snapped Lucius.
“But I feel really horny,” Draco replied sultrily. “And so turned on! So go on, please Daddy!”
Lucius made a show of grumbling but he put down his pen and crossword anyway because in all honesty, when his son asked in such a nice manner, he found it ridiculously hard to turn him down and so, rolling up his sleeve, he obliged Draco and quickly flashed him his Dark Mark. He hadn't even managed to pull his sleeve back door before Draco pounced on top of him.