The House of Jewels.
Remus has a whole different side to him that no one's ever seen—Hogwarts purifies his soul in more ways than one, but when the Blacks decide to spend their holidays in Paris, Remus' hopes of keeping his secret get shattered. Maybe it's for the best?
Chapter one: Welcome to the House of Jewels, where all your Dreams will come True.
AN: warning: after this chapter the rating will be hard M—so if you're on the sensitive side, you better stop reading now. Also, this is going to be a rude, crude, mean fic. Characters will treat each other badly sometimes (no abuse though), and well, yeah, if it's not your cup of tea, you really shouldn't start reading. Weird stuff will happen—sometimes actions will seem strange—but well... this is a somewhat darker fic, so I suppose weird just might be inevitable.
"Oh don't be such a pansy Reg, just come on!" Sirius Orion Black—dressed in his black suit, the tails of his jacket dancing in the wind—grinned broadly at his brother, and glanced sideways, before bravely stepping onto the red carpet, making way over to the festive building.
"I'm the pansy?" Regulus huffed indignantly. "You want to go to an all-boys brothel!"
"It'll be fun," Sirius assured him, as the men by the entrance bowed—taking off their hats in greeting—and opened the large set of doors for the two young boys. Sirius immediately felt happy he was still in his suit—since all the other men were dressed up quite nicely. Glancing over at Regulus, he flashed him another grin, "too late to turn back now anyways."
Regulus gave another huff in resignation and shifted closer to his brother. He had to admit this was already quite fun, and they were still in the entrance hall. There were red drapes against the wall and ceiling, in manner of decoration and a red carpet leading to the register. Two staircases led to top floors, and there were several doors at each sides of the hall. The door by the desk was largest though, and decorated with fine golden linings. Scarcely clad boys bustled about to greet the new-comers, and pressed themselves against regulars for extra tips. There was quite a line, people waiting to be seated by one of the girls by the front-desk—they seemed to be the only females present. And Regulus had to admit—even though most of the boys were wearing mini-skirts and high heels and garters—they were rather cute, yet albeit a bit girly for his taste. He liked manly men. Like Severus Snape, for instance.
Sirius happily studied all the boys running around him—all winking and shaking their fine behinds: he was having the time of his life. Contrary to popular believes, he wasn't such a bad boy—it was actually his first time in a place like this. He'd been in strip-clubs, but actual hookers? Never. The whole concept was just too weird—why would he pay someone to have sex with him? But the vibe there was great, and even though Regulus didn't believe him, he was also there for the show—not only for the pretty, half-naked boys who flattered themselves against him without shame.
"Bonjour Nance," the somewhat older man in front of them winked at the girl behind the register, casually leaning against it—Sirius could immediately tell that he was a regular, "Ruru here tonight?"
"Mais bien sûr, Lee," the blonde checked a chart, "he's serving drinks—maybe if you're a good boy he could be persuaded into something more... amusing."
"Oh," the grown man pouted, and Sirius and Regulus shared a look, "no show?"
"Not until later I'm afraid—ten minutes, maybe," she wrote something down, then looked up again, "but like I said, maybe he can be persuaded."
"Ruru doesn't do too well with that," the man said sadly, "I'll have to find something good."
"Play nice Lee," she winked, and handed him a small paper, "he's on the second floor," she beckoned a slender boy over—the skirt he was wearing barely covered his ass, and his blouse revealed his toned skin. The man named Lee smiled as the boy playfully took his hand and linked their fingers, and he gave a wave at the blonde girl by the register, "bon chance!"
She focussed on Sirius and Regulus—Sirius, one hand down the pocket of his trousers, the other resting comforting on Regulus' arm, and Regulus, nervously glancing about.
"Ah, des bizuths," she smiled pleasantly, and Regulus' eyes focussed on her, "how may I help you?"
"We're here for the show," Sirius said, giving her his trade-mark grin.
She nodded, writing something down again—Sirius wondered what the writing was all about, but decided not to ask.
"You're lucky—Ruby's on in ten minutes or so."
"Ruru?" Sirius smirked, remembering the nickname the older man had apparently given this Ruby-person.
"Indeed," she grinned, "his first show since he's back—it'll be good. I'd recommend the second floor: it has a perfect view of the stage."
"Sounds great," Sirius heard Regulus let out a small whimper, and glanced over at him once, to realise a cute raven-head had taken his free arm, "thanks," he winked at the girl and was dragged off by his brother and their chaperone, who chattered on happily about things Sirius didn't care to register.
Instead he focussed on the room they'd just entered, and inwardly felt his mouth drop. The place had an old theatre-vibe to it. There were fine wooden stairs leading down to a dance-area with tables and a bar, but they also lead to the stage—burgundy curtains currently hid it, and Sirius already felt anxious for the start of the show. The barstools were red and golden lined—very Gryffindorish, for a muggle place—and the dance-area was still practically empty, everyone in seats, waiting for the show to begin. The pretty raven led them to the stables where comfortable couches were placed—men were making out everywhere, or just talking with young boys sitting across their laps. Sirius didn't fail to notice the numerous doors, and wondered what was behind them—though he had a pretty good idea. They were guided up an old staircase to the second floor, where another bar was set. He immediately noticed the older man from before, chattering against one of the waiters, and wondered if that might be the infamous Ruby.
As they sat down, Regulus was still looking around cautiously, and Sirius grinned at their raven companion, who gave him a flirtatious wink.
"Do I have the right to tip you for being cute?" Sirius asked, and the boy smirked, placing his high heeled shoe between Sirius' legs—he slid his hand over his ankle up to his thigh, where the elastic band of his stocking was revealed.
"Of course," he bit his lip in a mock-innocent gesture, his eyes widening slightly, and Sirius pushed a couple of bills under the band—as reward he got a kiss to his cheek, and with a playful pinch in Regulus' shoulder (which only made him seem more nervous) the raven left.
"See, it's fun," Sirius tried to convince Regulus, but his younger brother still seemed thoroughly shaken. He ordered them drinks from a boy in tight, black shorts and saw Regulus relax after his first glass.
"If mum ever finds out we were here she'll kill us," Regulus said thoughtfully, nipping his second drink—Sirius' eyes were still focussed on the stage, because he wanted to be sure he'd have a good view.
"She'll never find out. She's on the bloody other side of Paris," he kept his look locked with the burgundy curtains as Regulus nodded.
"That's right, but...—" he stilled, and frowned. "Hey, isn't that..." and stilled again.
"Hmm?" Sirius looked up in question, finally diverting his attention to his brother, but Regulus shook his head.
"No, it can't 've been—never mind," he shrugged, and looked down at the stage too, "I just thought I recognised someone."
Sirius was about to reply when everything suddenly went dark. The entire room went quiet almost immediately—a spotlight drew the people's attention to the burgundy curtain and the stage came in view. Sirius crossed his legs and stared at it intensively—he was sure it was going to be a great show, and just couldn't wait. He saw the balconies of upper floors teeming as men got out their chairs to have a better look, and heard many catcalls for the mysterious Ruby. And then the light suddenly shifted higher up to the ceiling, and the music started playing.
AN: first chap. Review if you want more.