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Summary: Lucuis and Draco both give the other something they really want.

Erotic Romance – L / D

Rating - R

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Three days before the start of school, Draco paced around Flourish & Blotts, the overstocked book shop in Diagon Alley with a perpetual scowl. "You said I could have anything I wanted," he complained to his father.

"Anything but *that*," Mr Malfoy said curtly.

"But Father ...."

"I said *no,* Draco."

Draco scowled once more, then he sighed. "But I really, really want ..."

Lucius gave his son a trying look. "Draco..."

"Father, please ... "

Malfoy senior turned around and smiled. "All right, Draco, if you *really* want *that* you must do something for me."

Neither of them had the slightest inkling that Harry Potter was inadvertently spying on them from above.

Draco looked at his father. "But ...’

"No butts, Draco. Do it or you get nothing."

"All right, Father ...I’ll do it if I must" Draco said and then he saw Harry. "I’ll improve my marks at school if you buy me the latest racing broom."

"Very good, Draco."

Lucius looked up at Harry and made eyes, before leaving the shop.

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Malfoy and son arrived at home, the Malfoy Manor.

"You know what I want you to do, Draco."

"And you know what *I* want, Father," the young boy said with a smile and twinkle in his eye.

Malfoy senior smiled. "Only if ..."

"All right, Father, I promise I’ll do it, okay?"

Lucius chuckled softly. "You know I love it when you do that."

Draco rolled his eyes. "If I must."

The two walked upstairs.

"I’ll be waiting for you in the master bedroom, Father."

Lucius smiled. "I won’t be long, My Sweet."

"Good thing mum’s away."

"Indeed."

Draco changed into a long white and black robe, threw back the pristine white covers of the exquisite four posted bed the bed and climbed in.

A few moments later, Lucius’ figure appeared at the entrance to the room.

"Dracooooooo....." he cooed.

Draco’s head turned and broad smile appeared on his face.

There his father stood in a short shiny green sequinned dress, one of Narcissa’s. The dress hugged his body. He donned a spectacular emerald necklace and sequinned shoes to match. Lucius turned slightly to show the low back cut, as opposed to the neckline which was broad, but not cut low. Draco sighed and his smile broadened further. Lucius sauntered up to his son, slowly, every step building anticipation. Draco’s heart skipped a beat.

The elder Malfoy sat on the bed, his long white hair falling either side of the dress. Draco sighed again.

"You know what I want, Draco," Lucius purred.

"All right ... if I must ... You look stunning ... Lookee..." Draco shook his head.

"Again," Lucius said. "I’m not wearing this dress for nothing."

Draco stroked his father’s face. "You look fabulous, Lookee..."

Lucius smiled. "I love it when you call me that ..."

"Ohh, Lookee," Draco said, lying down. "Come to me ..."

Lucius leaned over his son, his hair gently caressing the boy’s face and he smiled.

"That’s more like it, my Darling Draco..."

Lucius’ nose touched Draco’s. The younger boy shivered, a pleasant shiver. His father smiled and began to caress his son’s pale pink face. Draco kissed his father’s hand and closed his eyes with pleasure as Lucius’ hand began to caress his small neck before beginning to push off Draco’s robe.

"Not so fast..." Draco said, slowly opening his eyes. He began to push back the straps of the green dress and play with the sparkling necklace. Lucius eyes twinkled as he began to pull the dress off, slowly. He let the dress frumple on the floor and kicked off his green shoes. He hoped Narcissa did not come back early and wonder where her green ensemble was. Lucius turned to one side, revealing a long, pale leg and he let his hair fall over his bare chest.

Draco sat back with a wide smile. "That was wonderful ...’

Lucius placed his hands on either side of his son. "I’m glad you think so, my little dragon."

He pushed the rest of Draco’s robe off while his son undid the necklace and placed it with the dress and shoes on the other side of the bed.

Draco reached up and began to caress his father’s luscious hair. Lucius closed his eyes, the sensation more wonderful than sex itself. Draco smiled. He knew how much his father loved this and so he kept it up for a while.

He began to caress his father’s smooth pale face and neck, over his broad shoulders and down his bare chest. Lucius smiled, still with his eyes closed as Draco’s hand lightly touched over his stomach. He sighed softly as his son’s hand traced his pale chest, and lightly over his neck, then he took hold of his father’s hands and began to play with them gently. Lucius smiled again, then opened his eyes. He leaned closer and kissed his son’s tender lips. Draco lost himself in the kiss. At this point he couldn’t care if Harry Potter walked in. Lucius held his son’s face gently and his eyes smiled at the pleasure he was giving his son. He combed his hands through Draco’s short blonde hair as he continued to kiss him. Draco was off with the fairies. Lucius smiled as he carried on kissing his son. Draco shifted slightly as Lucius held the back of his head. His father’s hands found their way down Draco’s naked back, tracing his spine before they moved to caress his waist. Draco sighed as his father parted, the boy was in a stare of pure bliss as his father held him. Slowly he opened his eyes to see his father smiling at him.

"Like that did you," he said softly.

"Ohh yes ..." Draco rasped, throwing his head back. "Don’t stop, Lucius ..."

Lucius smiled darkly. "I love it when you use my name ..." He whispered in his son’s ear.

Draco grabbed his father and flung him to the bed. He climbed over his and would not let the larger man up. Draco’s eyes practically glowed as he held his father down. Lucius smiled as Draco growled at him. He kissed his father passionately, but would not let him up. Lucius was content to be the bitch for now, his long mane spread out on the pillow. Draco parted form his kiss and combed his hair through his father’s luxurious locks. Lucius closed his eyes for a few moments. Draco began to trace his hands across his father’s shoulders, then down his arms, then up again. He began to caress his father’s chest. He slowly brought his hands down to massage Lucius’ soft stomach, and below, slowly tracing his hand down further to the snow white patch just above his impressive nether regions. Lucius threw his head back and sighed audibly. Draco smiled darkly, glad he was able to excite his father in such a manor.

Lucius once again resumed position on top and Draco was content to be underneath. The younger boy placed his hands around his Father’s pale slender waist and caressed slowly. Lucius sighed again. He loved it when Draco held him like that.

"You like that didn’t you ..." the boy purred.

"Ohh yes, my little serpent ... Don't stop, Draco..."

Draco smiled. He loved it when his father aid his name so seductively as he, held him father gently.

Lucius kissed his son again, and rubbed his head against his son’s, like a contented cat. Draco reached up and began to caress his father’s hair again. At times like this Lucius wished Draco had four hands to hold his waist and caress his thick hair. He leaned closer to his son, closed his eyes and kissed him softly. Lucius kept his eyes closed for a while, before opening them to find Draco’s face but an inch away form his. The two shared another kiss, before Draco lay beside his father, holding his hand. The two turned to face one and other. Neither wanted this to end as they lost themselves in a gentle embrace.

It was only three days until Hogwarts opened for the school year. Lucius and Draco hoped it would not be too long before they could hold each other again.

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Author's Note: The dress Lucius wore in the fic was inspired by the one Jason Isaacs' character "Chaz" wore in the movie "Sweet November" and the title of this story is a play on that.