Dinner was always a brief affair. Lucius never had anything to say to Snape and whenever Draco initiated conversation, the words fell flat if ever Snape or Lucius were in disagreement with one another. The tension was thick around the table as neither Snape nor Lucius cared to look at one another, leaving Draco the one in the middle and the one having to try to unite the two. He never succeeded.

What the tension arose from was more than obvious to Draco, though Snape remained oblivious to the underlining currents of the father-son relationship. Lucius was still trying to separate himself from his son and his son, while on good terms with Lucius, was beginning to get annoyed at the continued facade going on between them. He had always tried to be a good son, had tried to meet his father's expectations, and he took pains to try and figure out his father in ways that no one else was able to. Draco was not surprised when Lucius threw Snape his way, merely disheartened at the prospect of having to find another when his father's perfection suited him far better than anything Snape could possibly grant him.

Oh, Snape was a good lover in his own way. The sex was wonderful and Snape doted on him, giving him the lavish treatment every Malfoy so rightfully deserves. Draco knew that his father wouldn't have given Snape to him if Lucius had not been convinced that Snape would make a better lover. But, in doing so, Lucius forgot one simple thing: Draco's own desires in the solution. No matter how much Snape doted and adored his son, Draco had been given the same treatment from his father for years earlier. No matter how wonderful the sex, nothing even came close to the feelings and pleasures of Draco's first time with his father. There was simply no comparison.

Draco understood Lucius' wishes. He understood them well enough for a young man pushing twenty and he knew that in order to be the perfect son, he would have to abide by his father's wishes and accept Snape as his rightful lover, rather than risk potential humiliation and hatred in society by giving Snape up for his incestuous love for his father. That was society. That was what Lucius wanted, and what Lucius wanted, Draco tried to give to him.

So it was not only Lucius who sacrificed.

The difference was that Draco was Lucius' son and Lucius had always been accustomed to sacrifice for his son. Lucius was the one who knew the ways of the world, who understood the pitfalls of reputations. Draco was young and a bit impulsive. He still had yet to refine himself to a Malfoy's cultured way of living, which including repressing certain desires that could end in more harm than good. Draco had rarely sacrificed himself for anything. He pushed himself harder than most children, but that was never a real sacrifice. He had always been given what he wanted, had been spoiled in just about every area of his life. to sacrifice something that he truly desired and wanted and needed was a bit too much to ask of him.

Nevermind that Draco thought he could get away with everything, with the sacrifice that needed to be done. He had placed his father's wishes over his own, had let his father decide what was best for him, and had taken Snape into his bed with many misgivings, none of them showing upon his face. He had kept up the charade for as long as he could but when he started learning that Lucius had been on a fast and steady decline downwards...

Draco knew Lucius better than the older Malfoy knew himself. His son had taken time in learning and memorizing every quirk the man had, every trait, every gesture, every last twitch. Lucius had an ardent admirer in Draco long before his son realized how he felt for Lucius, and afterwards, the study continued at a much more fervent pace. There were times when Draco felt as though he was in control of Lucius, could grant his father happiness or sorrow depending on the choices and paths he took. Then, there were times when Lucius fell away from his son and Draco no longer knew which way was up. That was how Draco felt when he discovered his father lying asleep upon the couch of his study. The older Malfoy looked undernourished and stacks of paper lay on his desk, unfinished and barely even touched.

Such was unbecoming of a Malfoy, particularly one that held himself to such a high regard as Lucius did to himself. Draco hadn't been able to study the man further as Snape had come looking for him and Draco did not wish to be caught with his father's hair between his fingertips, his lips far too close to Lucius' own as he breathed in his lost lover's scent.

Events were starting to spiral out of Draco's control and he knew he had to take back that control, lest it be lost from him forever. The only way to do such a thing was to go against his father's wishes for the first, and hopefully, last time. Lucius may have known best what to do for Draco, but only Draco knew best what to do for Lucius.

Severus Snape downed his glass of wine and it took only a few seconds before his face landed on his empty plate, his eyes wide and glassy.

Lucius had seen the dreadful collapse, had witnessed the pallor of Snape's face as he lay there, so undignified and inelegant, in his chair. One must never put one's head down onto the table, such was a very rude and impolite gesture to do. But at this point, Snape had very little choice in the matter. Lucius had seen enough death in his life to know that Snape wouldn't be apologizing for his manners.

He had not done such a deed. Lucius rarely used poison. He left those matters to others who dealt with potions or who had nimble fingers. He would much rather socialize and preferred his victims alive and talkative, preferably drunk either with cheap brandy or power. His own glass of wine was left untouched and the glass stared at him innocently as Lucius wondered what strange concoction had been placed into the red liquid.

Draco sipped at his own wine nonchalantly, as though people regularly collapsed dead on their plates at the Malfoy Manor. With slender fingers, the young man placed the glass down, pinkie out as Lucius had always instructed him. His eyes took in Snape's prone figure with a moment of grief and then the emotion left them as he turned to see his father's reaction. Lucius had none to spare and Draco almost felt proud of that.

"No, Draco."

The poisoning of his lover had been very easy for Draco to do. Lucius hadn't been lying when he had told Snape how he wanted his son to learn a bit more of potions. Draco was always a very eager and brilliant student. Perhaps too brilliant. However, with the death of Snape, Draco was free to once again explore the darker aspects of his love. Lucius, unfortunately, still possessed a clear mind despite a gradually breaking spirit, and had long since seen through many a Malfoy's games and schemes.

"Yes, father." Draco bit down the impulse to call the man 'Lucius'. This was not yet the time for such intimacy. Only when both were lost in the ecstasy of each other could he call the man by his proper name.

Lucius' eyes narrowed. Draco had never disobeyed him when it came to important matters such as the boy's own future.

Draco, as though reading Lucius' mind, merely shrugged. "Anal sex does not a grandchild make. No matter with whom the sex takes place."

Lucius' response was to quickly stand up, his son following suit. "Do not patronize me, boy! Your preferences notwithstanding, it would be easier for you to take on a wife of your own so long as you could carry out your wishes elsewhere! You know as well as I do that our line must be carried on!"

"And if I wished to carry them out with you? I'd still be willing to take a wife, father. If that is what's needed, you know I'll do so when I reach the age. I've never argued with you on that matter." Mainly because Draco also desired to one day have a child of his own. He already knew what the name would be. "But my preferences lie with you."

"They shouldn't. I don't want you." With that, Lucius turned and stalked out of the room, leaving Snape's body to be taken care of by the House Elves who had to handle much worse in the past.

Lucius' words would be a knife in the heart to Draco if the young man hadn't known precisely where they came from. Draco damn well knew that those words meant nothing to his own ears and that they possibly hurt Lucius to say them much less to hear them spoken aloud. They were a lie on top of many other lies that began when Lucius left Draco's bedchambers after their fateful coupling. Draco had already disposed of the largest lie and he intended to dispose of this newest one as well.

Draco easily caught up with his father in the hallway and, with a remarkable show of strength that belied the man's figure, had Lucius up against the wall, his body pressed hard against the other man's.

"Tell me that again when I make you cry out my name as I did before," Draco hissed. He hadn't meant to get so angry, but he was so tired of the whole facade between the two of them. If Lucius desired to delude himself further, then so be it, but Draco was no longer going to suffer just for his father's wishes. He had risked much in disobeying Lucius but felt little remorse for doing so. He would go much further in his disobedience if it meant pulling his father out of this chasm the older Malfoy had created for himself.

Lucius, for his part, tensed as soon as Draco had touched him. He had tried to make sure Draco's hands had never come close to his body, had tried to forget all the feelings that rushed back through himself when those hands had held him, touched him in a way no one else ever had. There was much Lucius tried, had ached to forget and all of the memories came rushing back in a cacophony of brilliance when he felt his own son's groin pressed against his backside. He could despise Draco now for what the boy was doing to him. If he knew that Lucius was deliberately trying to push him away, how dare he try and undo everything that Lucius had already taken great pains to accomplish?

The words would not come to Lucius this time. Words, that had been the older Malfoy's greatest of allies, could not pass through his mind long enough to take form. There was no biting insult, no criticism he could hurl at his son. There were no threats, no angry yells, nothing that would be able to shake the determined man off of himself. There were simply no more lies to tell as his own body betrayed him mercilessly.

"No one will find out. No one knew I was with Snape, after all. Why should they figure us out?" Draco asked, the anger leaving his voice as he sensed his father's breakdown. His tongue circled the shell of Lucius' ear. "I'm tired of second best. Let me have you. Let me have perfection once again."

Lucius could smell his son's aftershave coming off of him. He had purchased Draco that scent for his birthday. Draco knew and that's why he wore it. Lucius could feel Draco's growing erection underneath the trousers that Lucius had also bought for him, telling him that he had a figure that should be shown off with pride. Lucius could also feel Draco's hands move down from Lucius' arms to his sides while the younger man's teeth toyed with his father's earlobe, sucking and then biting almost playfully. Sensual delights that were designed to charm and entice, everything a Malfoy should be. Draco's voice and words were the final straw and Lucius knew he was lost.

His logical, sound thoughts were breaking away from him and he no longer had the energy to try and piece them back together. His control had been careful, so meticulous throughout those months that his son spent with Snape that he had little left to his name. Every bit of self-control had been needed to keep himself from getting rid of Snape and taking his own son once again. Draco knew this. Lucius knew that Draco knew and now, he also knew that Draco didn't seem to give a damn. Instead, Draco seemed all too keen on throwing Lucius' own self-control and ideas away and taking what he desired in the wake of his first murder.

Draco's nimble fingers undid his father's robes in much the same way as he had before. He would let his father think, allow Lucius that much leverage for he knew the conclusion that his father would come to. He knew that while Lucius would look for other options, would wallow a bit in his own breakdown, Lucius would still come back to his son. There was no where else to go and Draco was ever so the perfect vixen, the foil for his father's tightly wielded control.

Lucius allowed himself to be disrobed, allowed the cloth to fall to the floor. Not even a bit of his mind balked at the idea of having carpet fuzz on his clothing. Immersed in his own thoughts, he barely realized the fact that he was naked with his son standing behind him, kneeling down, slender hands caressing his father's waist and upper thighs.

Draco had decided that now was the time for Lucius to come out of his own trance and to be given the pleasure he so desperately needed. Carefully, he parted his father's buttocks and smiled at the shocked gasp that escaped the older Malfoy as his tongue licked the small, tight hole between his father's arsecheeks.

His tongue explored the area as Draco derived pleasure from his father's sounds, small moans that only he could bring out of the man. Lucius' arms came down upon the wall as he leaned against it for support, his forehead resting upon his arms. He kept his eyes shut tightly as though to will the situation away but all too soon, and far too easily, he found himself kneeling down just a bit, pushing his arse out toward that ravenous tongue and that boy, his beloved son, who knew just where to lick. He cried out when Draco's tongue penetrated him and Draco took it as his father's admission of defeat.

Draco's hands moved up his father's legs as he stood, looking over the older man and reveling in his actions. For the first time, he had disobeyed and the results were beautiful. Lucius, still leaning against the wall, just waiting for him, giving in once again to his son's demands and yet, also giving in to his own desires. That was what Draco wanted more than anything, even sex, from this domineering man. He wanted Lucius to truly recognize what he desired for himself and for the feelings to be reciprocated.

This time around, however, Draco wasn't about to let his father retake control. That would only end up in a similar situation as they had been before. Now, it was Lucius' turn to learn that whatever his son wanted, he would take. Regardless of consequences. And while that was not always the best form of action, Draco could be forgiven due to his age and love. Draco erred on the side of not only lust, but also of the utter need to have his father wholly.

Time wasn't granted to Lucius so that he could come back to reality. Draco quickly disposed of his own trousers, summoning lubricant from the pocket. He had learned to be prepared for anything and after tonight, he would make certain that he and his father christened every room of the Manor as their own and no one else's.

"Draco..."

And that was all Lucius was able to say as two lubricated fingers pushed their way past the tight ring of muscle and into the older man's arse. Lucius bucked upwards and was immediately seized by Draco's free hand going around his chest.

"Lucius," was Draco's only reply as he relentlessly pushed his fingers in and out of his father's arse. His other hand toyed with one of Lucius' nipples as his father pushed himself back onto those slim fingers. This was how Lucius liked it, Draco knew. When Snape had finished fucking him, the man was often known to talk about certain subjects he would ordinarily be very silent about. Draco had asked him about his father and Snape had been far too willing to share certain information best left unheard of by the Malfoy heir. Draco had felt jealous at first and had then learned to use that information as his own lesson.

Now it would seem that those times of hearing Snape talk were paying off as Lucius' prick hardened rapidly and Draco inserted a third finger, stretching and fucking his father with them rapidly. Lucius clawed at the wall, trying to get a grip on himself despite the buildup of pleasure inside of him. He had only been with his son once! How did the boy know...?

But that question went unheard and unanswered as Draco slowly took his fingers out. There was blood on and around his nails and he wondered how long had it been since his father had been taken. A shred of doubt surfaced in Draco's mind. No matter how great the need, he did not desire to harm his father. However, the doubt was quickly washed away by the sound of his father's own whimper at the loss of the fingers.

Lucius never whimpered. Not for anyone. Not even for his own son. Draco bit back a smile of triumph. This was his father in his element, begging for sex without words. This image was far too much like Draco's own when he had been taken by the older man. Some things in life mirrored far too well and while Lucius had thought of his son as beautiful at that point, Draco thought of his father as utterly delicious. Only he could make Lucius want so much. Only he could fulfill his father's pleasures despite Lucius' own misgivings about the situation.

Only he could make his father nearly beg like a starved whore, aching to serve his Master. Only Draco and no one else.

Like Lucius before him, Draco would indulge and he'd indulge greedily, savoring the moment in case Lucius' control came back to him after tonight and the older man never whimpered or asked to be taken again.

Draco's hands engulfed his own prick, lubing it up as much as possible before pushing it into his father's slicked channel. He encountered the tightness of a virgin and, for a sliver of a second, wondered if he could be the first to take his father. Such a thought filled him with a dark sense of pride and possession and he moaned as the tightness pushed against his aching cock.

His bloodied hand came up against Lucius' chest, grasping at the man's skin and dirtying it up as his second hand went around Lucius' waist to grasp at Lucius' own erection, squeezing it dangerously tightly. Tight enough to make Lucius gasp and arch into Draco's hand as his son thrusted hard into his body.

This, Draco thought, was ownership. This was also love. He had conquered his own demons long ago when he found his lust for his father and he had conquered his father's demons by driving them toward this coupling. Not for the first time did he spare his father's minds from the older man's dangerous thoughts that constantly threatened to break the veil of sanity that kept Lucius in check. Draco knew he would continue to do so throughout the rest of his life. Lucius wouldn't be alone any longer to hide from society due to his own desires. Draco would also work at keeping them safe from the prying eyes of the public. No one need know of their affairs. No one need know of their carnal craving for each other's bodies.

No one need know about the way Lucius screamed as Draco drove furiously into his body, the way Lucius cried out Draco's name as his orgasm built, or the way Draco's nails sunk deep into the aching flesh of Lucius' erection with every thrust. No one need know anything.

This was the way Draco longed to stay forever, deep inside of his father, so deep that they might as well be just one person while his hand grasped his father's prick. Lucius pushed back against his son, feeling Draco's balls move roughly against his arse. Draco moaned Lucius' name, loving the bliss that flooded through him as his father moved fluidly against him. Draco buried his face into Lucius' hair, breathing in the strands, identifying the shampoo, and letting his teeth bite sharply into the back of Lucius' neck, causing the older Malfoy to spasm quite suddenly and immerse Draco's hand in sticky wetness that made Draco shudder with delight.

Too tight! Draco's own erection was strained far too much and the inner spasms of Lucius as he came didn't help matters in the least. Draco climaxed hard inside the body of his father, the orgasm taking him nearly off his feet as he pushed himself deeply into Lucius' arse, wanting his father to feel the hot seed inside of him and needing his father to know just whose it was.

Lucius groaned when Draco came, unable to do much else and unwilling to stop the boy. No matter how good coupling with Draco felt, he was still too fully aware that Draco was his son. But at that point, even that dangerous information meant nothing to him. He had craved this just as much as Draco had and now that it was over and both felt sated, Lucius found, much to his dismay, that he still craved the younger man. There was not an end to the desire. Separation hadn't helped and neither had closeness. There was simply no way out of this trap he had been placed within so all that was left was figuring out whether or not he regretted his actions.

When Draco pulled out, roughly turned his father around to face him, and kissed him hard, Lucius found regret to be the last thing on his mind. There was Draco, there was perfection, and there was bliss; all three of them combined at long last. Lucius knew that Draco was his, that his son would tolerate no less and Draco knew that while Lucius still had misgivings, in the end, his father would end up choosing him.

It was the Malfoy way, after all, to see after their own.