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Draco Malfoy opened his mouth, kneeling on the cold floor. He stared upwards to the man towering above him. The Dark Lord smiled cruelly at him. He unbuttoned his robes, pulling out his member. He looked into the blue eyes, slapping the teen's face with his cock.
Draco has never felt so terrified in his life. He was told to see the Dark Lord after the meeting and he ended up slapped down to the ground. The Dark Lord wasn't messing around and Draco was breathing heavily, trying to keep a straight face. He didn't want to do this, his Lord was emanating with an aura that chilled Draco to the bone. His skin was cold and Draco shivered as the tip of the cock was pressed against his lips.
The blond opened his mouth, allowing the tip to slip inside. Draco closed his eyes, not wanting to look at either the man nor his surroundings. He could feel the cold member filling his mouth as the Dark Lord pushed deeper into him, grabbing his hair. He thrust aggressively, pounding the boy’s face. Draco whimpered, trying to relax and not throw up. The blond shut his eyes tight, begging for it to be over.
The Dark Lord almost moaned, when the young Malfoy started sucking. It felt like forever since he had someone in his bed and ever since he saw the boy in the garden he had to have him. He was going to make the Malfoy heir his. He held Draco by the hair, pushing his cock into his mouth violently. The blond didn't seem very experienced nor willing in fact, but he was trying his best not to gag.
The Dark Lord scowled in anger. He wanted the beautiful boy to be his, he wanted Draco addicted to him. Voldemort stroke his cheek at some point. "Use your tongue." He ordered and Draco looked up at him with a frightened look. He looked adorably scared and hesitantly pulled away, grabbing his cock with a pale hand. Draco stuck out his tongue, sweeping it across the tip, tasting the precome. Voldemort sighed in pleasure, grasping his hair again. He looked down at the boy, wanting to see that look again.
However what he saw there wasn't what he wanted to see. Draco was scared, yes, but he seemed by no means willing. He didn't want to be here and Voldemort didn't want that. He wanted Draco to be his, to be gratefully accepting him and to adore him. Voldemort desired him to be completely devoted, looking at him with awe. He wanted that attention and lusty looks from someone as royal, proud and beautiful like Malfoy.
Without warning he pushed again into Draco's mouth, taking the boy by surprise. The blond tried to catch as much air as possible in between those powerful thrusts. Voldemort didn't stop, using the boy as he pleased. He didn't want to look at this disgusted look ever again. It made him angry.
Finally he came into Draco's throat, filling it with his come. He pulled away and Draco fell on his hands, coughing. He took a few deep breaths, not even daring to look up.
"You may go." The blond's head shot up and his eyes brightened up with hope.
"Thank you, my Lord." Draco answered as quietly as he could, walking to the door. He tried to be as fast as he could, but also don't seem like he was running away. Outside Draco sighed in relief, going to his room as fast as he could. He was glad the mansion was now empty, his parents probably busy with their own affairs.
Draco suspected they were both with their respectable lovers and he slid down the wall, knowing there wouldn't be anyone he could talk to anyway. He felt cold and tired. Draco shivered, getting up on his shaky legs. He turned around suddenly, hearing footsteps. He stood eye to eye with Alessio - his mother's lover. Draco vaguely recalled getting the info that he was a lord living in Italy.
"Are you alright?" He asked with an Italian accent. Draco has never talked to any of his parent's lovers and he doubted they knew what was going on below the ground level.
"I'm alright." Draco nodded, avoiding looking at the man. He wasn't sure he was allowed to even talk to him.
"Sure, come on. I'll get you to bed. You look like you're about to faint." The man said. Draco looked up at him. Compared to the tan skin Draco looked like he was about to die with his pale skin. Alessio seemed to be genuinely and Draco smiled weakly.
"I'm really alright. Shouldn't you be with my mother?" Draco asked concerned.
"She wanted an early night so it seemed I came here in wain." He explained gently, picking Draco up quickly. "Shouldn't you call her mom?"
"We don't really do that here." Draco admitted. As a pureblood and a heir he was to call his parents with respect. He didn't have the courage to call them mom or dad. Draco didn't think they would appreciate that. Alessio shook his head, glancing at the teen.
"So what were you doing in the basement?" Alessio asked as Draco pointed a direction. Honestly he was glad he didn't have to walk on his own wobbly legs. He was almost positive he would fall down at some point. Draco's eyes widened in fear and he bit his lip. "Alright, let me guess. You tried to sneak some wine out of the cellar?"
"Y-yeah." Draco answered nervously trying to pretend he was honestly admitting. Thankfully the man seemed to believe him and just chuckled. Draco was placed down on his bed.
"Sure you don't need anything?" Alessio asked, brushing the hair out of the teen's face. Draco really resembled his mother in a way, but also his father.
"I'll just get some sleep. Thank you." Draco said and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. Alessio nodded, leaving the room.
Draco lied down, closing his eyes. He suddenly felt really sick and filthy. He trembled, curling up into a ball. The blond reached to his throat and rubbed it gently. It felt sore and Draco hesitantly moved to his bathroom.
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Draco was sitting in the library, reading a book. It was raining outside, but the sound of the drops hitting the window was calming. Draco was nervous his parents were going to ask about what happened. They did, but a quick lie and the meeting has never been brought up again to Draco's relief. He tried to forget it ever happened, but the nightmares wouldn't let him. He dreamed of Voldemort taking him in the middle of a death eater meeting, undressing him in front of his parents, fucking him in one of the nasty, blood filled cells. It was humiliating and disgusting. Draco felt even worse, because he was aroused. Being fucked felt good and painful at the same time. It was good as long as his eyes were closed. He couldn't look at the Dark Lord's face without disgust. It was just too much.
He looked at the tea which was brought to him by the house elf and he gave a short nod to the creature. Draco took a sip of his tea and he frowned. It was stronger than usual, but he wasn't in the mood to scold the house elf. The blond drunk his cup quickly, reading through his book. He looked outside at the blurry grey skies and he sighed unhappily. He felt lonely and abandoned and he haven't felt like that since he was a child. Draco was used to pushing feelings away from him. He had a box for them in the back of his mind.
The storm only seemed to get closer as a lightning shone outside. The blond yawned, closing his eyes. He placed the book down on the floor. Draco fell asleep quickly.