Last year it was The Official Unwritten Slash Month, this year it's the Official Challenge Month. The similarities? A month of fics by one author. The difference? This time, YOU are in control.
Each fic will be written based on a challenge. This can be any type of challenge, from a single word to a full-blown challenge. The rules are simple, they must be Harry Potter and they must be slash. So get involved, get reviewing and together we'll make November the Challenge Month.
(Challenges can be submitted either via Reviews or PMs. If your submission is anonymous, please leave an email address so I can contact you if I chose to write your fic, this address will also be kept private.)
Challenge: "rentboy" from WWOMB, authour unknown.
Rentboy.
He'd gone missing, after the war. The way everyone saw it, he'd stayed as neutral as possible, then taken off before he was killed by whichever member of whichever side got there first. Considering the majority of the losing side - Voldemort's side - were either in prison or hiding, it was more likely to be one of the "good guys".
Harry hadn't expected to find him here. "Anywhere but here", the thought was almost a prayer. "Anywhere but here, anything but this". They were both still boys, really, barely eighteen, and he still looked fifteen, only the arrogant haughtiness in his features had gone, to be replaced by a sultry seductiveness and an underlying misery that didn't fade. Not even when Harry dragged an orgasm out of him - you didn't pay for that; you didn't say it was extra - not even when Harry had placed the money in his palm, knowing as he did so that he'd never spend it; never subjugate himself to it.
He never did. The first time, Harry had left the money on the side. The second time, he'd thought it was a coincidence that there was money there, it had been a month, after all, it couldn't be the money Harry put there. When he returned, this time only staying away for two weeks, he knew the money there was his. He knew because he'd followed him, scared off any other clients who Draco didn't turn down first.
He was a rentboy, he'd sold his body for money. Harry knew it, refused to delude himself, but after Harry had finally, finally tasted that forbidden fruit, he knew he couldn't let go. The deal was simple, therefore. Draco would be off the streets, away from the constant danger that someone would recognise him - someone not perverted or obsessed enough to fuck him for their silence, at least. It took several weeks, and the roughest fucking they'd ever done, but Draco agreed. He moved in with Harry, slept in the spare bedroom, tidied the house, made the food, cleaned Harry's clothes. Nothing but a House Elf, but Harry wouldn't fuck a House Elf, not like he did every night, in Draco's small bed in the spare room.
Nothing but a rentboy, selling his body for the meagre scraps of humanity, safety. Harry's whore. Nothing but Harry's.
A/N: Don't own, don't sue. I should explain at this point that I am now fully up to date. The last week has been the worst of my life so far stress and work wise. My Hamster died, I was (and still am) very very ill, and I had 4 days to write 3 A grade essays, all of which took me at least 4 hours to write, and this was at the same time as work, college, regular homework, rehearsals and Cadets. Needless to say, I had a LOT of work. Thankfully, it's all over now, and I have managed (mostly by staying up until 4am and writing in class) to get up to date.
See you again tomorrow!