Chapter 1: CH1: Table and Bed

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Warning: This is a slash fic as in boy x boy (but really it's more like man x boy) there will be bashing of character probably the bubble be and maybe the youngest Weasely (nothing set in stone) oh and this is a lemon chapter (it's not a fully Lemon Fan fic it's just how mine starts) so that it I think.

Chapter one: Table and Bed

The solid granite post was cold as my bare back was thrown harshly against it. The force, any other time, I would have recognized as painful, but not tonight.

Tonight, I could feel nothing but his rough movement s –that seemed to be part of his possessive nature- as he all but ripped my baggy jeans from my thin frame. My white shirt was nothing but threads hanging from my body as I wrapped my legs around his significantly larger frame. His lips met my neck in a hungry manner, as he began to bite and suck on my pulse, tasting my damp skin as I buried my face is his soft clean hair that smelt strangely of apples. This really only turned me on more, the feeling going straight to my groin. I started to take long ragged breaths as he kept biting, sucking and licking the same spot on my neck.

My hips gave an involuntary thrust as the blood flow increase to my cock. This seemed only to drive him further as he began to thrust against that thin piece of fabric that made up my boxers. This was the only thing from stopping me from being completely naked. The man hissed as he gave a particularly hard thrust against my painful erection. My attempt to ask for more only came as long drawn out moan of need. Desperate for something more I snaked my hand between us reaching for the front of his pants to free his dick from his black designer pants. If I had been sober, I would probably have been beet red, but at the moment all I could think of was having that thing in me. Buried deep and making me scream.

His pants where easily un-done and his long, thick penis sprung free.
"Do you want it?" His voice was deep and husky as he whispered in my ear. I moaned in response but this wasn't enough for him apparently and he grabbed me by the hips and lent away from the post before slamming me back into it, never letting his erection touch me.
"DO you want it?" he asked forcefully.

"Yes," I half grunted out.

And that was when he allowed our cocks to become closer, grinding his with force into my smaller one, his hand becoming tighter and tighter on my hip and I knew that there was going to be hand shaped bruise there for weeks to come. But at this point I couldn't really bring myself to care. All I wanted was to feel him; feel him against me grinding hard, feel him in me buried deep all the way to the base of my hole, feel him pounding over and over abusing my ass until I wouldn't be able to sit for a month.

He grabbed my ass, and lifted me higher as we left the post and he took several massive strides before slamming me against the stone wall. His soft swollen lips attacked me again, "Fuck," he muttered as he gave another thrust rubbing our bodies once again.
"More," I managed to whimper out. He paused at this and laughed and once again lifted me, the next thing I knew, I was slammed against wooden door.
"You want more?" he asked me, as he managed to open the door he had slammed me against.

"Yes," I rolled my hips again, "more." I was through the doorway, onto something smooth and hard.

Glancing to the side it looked like a deep, chocolate- coloured wooden table.

"Tell me how much more you want?" His voice was demanding but God it sounded so good, so strong, so dominant and that was what I need most; a dominant man.

I whimpered as he gave another hard thrust, rolling my head against the wood. The pleasure this man was giving me was making my mind jumbled.
"TELL ME!" He yelled, drawing my eyes to his face; his long blond hair, out of its hold, falling down one side of his face, his lips swollen from our beginning, his pricing, silver-blue eyes staring into my soul. "Tell me what you want?" His jaw was clenched as he forced the words out.

"I want you," I gasped as I tried to find any friction against him, but his stronger upper body pinned mine down.

"How?" his shirt was removing itself -or his magic was removing his shirt for him. I glanced down at his perfect abdomen but was forced to look back into his eyes as his hands tightened on my wrist.

"I want," I caught my breath, "I want you inside of me."
He simply raised an eyebrow. "I want you to take me hard and fast, I want you."
A smirk appeared on his lips as I finished talking. A glint in his eyes told me that it is exactly what he wanted to hear.

With my invitation, he ripped away the boxers and spread my legs wider.

Being a virgin, I didn't know what to expect, I mean I knew what was going to happen, I just didn't know what to expect. Anytime the topic with my friends turned to sex, they would always be like, 'we can't talk about it with Harry here. Innocent Harry whose mind will be tainted.' Or anytime I walked over and the conversation was about sex, they'd stop. And it's not as if I ever had the opportunity at the Dursley's to learn. What I knew I had gathered from Sirius, who attempted to give me something of "the talk", but was drunk at the time. He was gay and said to have someone's cock buried deep inside of you was the best fucking thing possible. And, well, ever since, I knew I liked men. I wondered what it would be like on the receiving end.

With my legs spread wide enough, his eyes widen for a split moment before he drove home.

I screamed.

It was painful; it felt as if I'd been split open and tears began to burn my eyes.

"You never said you wanted me to stretch you or anything of the sort," he gave a laugh holding his lower body still. "But what can one expect, a virgin like yourself to know these things," he laughed again, bitting my bottom lip, chewing it. As he pulled away, he let go of my left hand and with his right, wiped my face of the tears that had fallen.
"My little whore," he whispered, more to himself. "No-one else's body will feel quite the same now." He laughed again, and for the first time, pulled out slowly before gliding with ease back in, hitting something at the back of me that made me moan as my eyes rolled back in my head. He laughed again, and moved faster in my ass, now slick from my own blood.

He missed the spot he'd hit the first time and for the next several passes. I began to wiggle my hips hoping that he'd hit it again.

"Stop moving," he demanded harshly. I did stop, my breaths becoming ragged and uneven. He didn't move for what felt like forever. I began to whimper, they began to get louder and louder the longer he waited. "Please," I begged. He moved hard and fast, his cock hitting that spot that made me scream and moan every time he hit it, which became every thrust. His speed picked up, he kept going and going and soon enough I was calling his name.

He flipped me over and lifted up my hips so that they were in line with his, this only allowed him to go deeper, which caused him to moan out my name. I could feel myself about to come; I was soon searching for release as he picked up his pace, driving home with force. He bent over and bit into my shoulder which made me release all over the chocolate wooden coloured table. Very soon after he came in me, moaning loudly. He collapsed on top of me, his large heavy body feeling oddly good.

"I believe we should move this to my bed," he whispered in my ear before jumping off the dining table and lifting me into his arms without much effort, which was surprising as I felt completely and utterly exhausted.

Neither of us spoke as he carried me towards his room, holding me against his strong body for an older man, he was in brilliant form. It made me wonder how old he was. I knew he had to be good friends with Snape, as Snape was godfather to Draco, and Snape was in his thirties somewhere. . .that couldn't make him much older could it?
When we made it to his room he threw me from several feet away to the overly large bed, before crawling like a predator towards his pray has he glared from above down upon me, hungry for more, which I was only too glad to give to him.

I don't know what time it was when I woke the next morning, but all I knew was I hurt like hell in every physical sense; my head was pounding and my back had felt as though it had been trampled over by a hippogriff. . . not to mention how much my ass hurt. I didn't open my eyes. However, as I lay there in my pain, I had to admit that this was the nicest bed I had ever slept in and I wondered when the bed at Privet Drive became so...

I stopped and snapped open my eyes as memories began to ever so slowly slip back to me; my vision was blurry as I tried to focus without any luck.

'I slept with bloody Lucius Malfoy,' was my only thought in the end.

Hey several thing Old Lucy isn't going to be as old as he is in the books it says he was born in 1954 but this make him roughly 42 in the sixth book and that's a tad too old for me to run this smoothly so he's going to be mid 30s making him 20ish when Draco was born. Being an Arranged marriage there no love lost between the two pair and Draco likes his father better.

Sixth year or summer before sixth year, Sirius survived he was only hit with a stunner and was grabbed by Harry and his seeker like reflexes before falling in. Was been cleared but mental state is a bit squiffy dew to his imprisonment and the brush with the veil which gives him something of a sense like he knows when death is close. It doesn't make him "All powerful" and people's time change all the time, really it gives him a big headache.

Lucius mangers to get out before he was rounded up with the other and believed he failed the Dark Lord again making him fearful as he only heard half of the prophesy but it was the half that was missing. The Dark lord forgives him fully, and thing between the two began to settle back to before the war.

Voldemort has the prophesy looked at and has it determined fake, by several different experts.

So tell me what you think. I know it's not the best lemon and it's not one of those porn fictions, (though I have found several good ones) it's just how the story starts.

Note that sometimes I can be quiet bad at English, really bad. I apologise. But I am trying and I have a friend who doesn't mind looking this stuff over. But she does miss things too.

Ta SF13