Club Onyx

Disclaimer: All the Harry Potter characters and related insignia are property of JKRowling

Summary: When war is over Harry decides that he wants to disappear and he does. What happens when a familiar face shows up at the nightclub where he works? Will he return to the life that he hated for love. Slash. HPDM or HPSS.

Chapter One

"What do you mean you're not going to the Auror Academy!"

"What do you think I mean Hermione?" Harry Potter screamed back at his friend "I'm not going, I have spent half of my life fighting evil. He's gone, Voldemort is gone now and I would like to go on with my life."

The brown haired eighteen-year-old was fuming, "I not saying you can't, but this is what we have been planning ever since we were eleven. You can't just quit on me. And, what about Ron? You two were going to room together. What is he going to do now? You know that he can't afford rent all on his own."

"How is that my problem? I never actually agreed to room with him. He just assumed that was what we were going to do. It YOU who made plans, not ME. .My plans consisted of getting through Hogwarts, killing Voldemort, and living to see my eighteenth birthday. That's all. And guess what, Hermione. I've accomplished that. The only reason I would have would have ever gone to the academy was to better equip myself for the final battle and that's over and done with. I want to just live for a change."

"Oh what do you think you going to do Harry? Are you going to play Quidditch, screw a bunch a clingy girls, sign autographs, and smile for the cameras just as you've done for the past seven years? Are you going to sit around live off your inheritance? Sooner or later you're going to have to get a real job and contribute magical society. You are only good at two things Harry, Quidditch and Defense, and no one can play sport forever. Not even YOU, Harry."

Harry hands clinched at his side, it was almost all he could do to stop himself from hitting her. He took a deep breath, "Smile for the cameras? Sign autographs? When have I ever done that? When have I ever wanted the fame that was bestowed upon me? You are sorely mistaken. You think I like girls chasing me. That I like the girls begging be to take them as my girl friends. You think I want that? You don't know a damn thing about what I want when it comes to romance, you bitch. Oh, and you think that I am so arrogant and lazy that I would just squander my parents' money and do nothing? I never said that I didn't want to work. And you know damn well that I rejected every single offer to play Quidditch that I received. I don't want that kind of job. They only want me because of my name. 'Cause they know that I'll draw a big crowd and that the other team won't play a real game because they will be petrified of what might happen if the piss of the most powerful wizard in the world. What kind of life do you think I want Hermione? I've only been telling you the same damn thing since I met you. All I want is to be normal."

"You think that anything that you do will result in you being normal Harry? No matter what you do you will receive special treatment? You are going to be chosen for jobs because of who you are. No matter where you go the press will follow. No matter what you do the fans will be there. YOU will NEVER be NORMAL!"

Silence. She stared at him and he stared at her green eyes never leaving dark brown. the tension grew for a few moments. Until Hermione's gaze softened and she looked away.

"Harry, there is nothing else for you. At least as an Auror you can work away from the public. You can be near people who know you and care about you."

Harry didn't respond.

"It's what Albus wanted. It was what Remus and Sirius wanted for you. Your Parents would want you to go to the Acade…"

Harry didn't let her finish, "GO TO HELL HERMIONE!"

Hermione was so shocked that nearly started to cry.

"Go and rot in Hell. You have no clue what they wanted. You didn't know them. All of them died because of me. And if I continue to fight more will die. Go to hell Hermione,"

Harry walked out of room and walked down into the pub below. He had been renting a room above the Leaky Cauldron ever since his graduation three months ago. It wasn't home, but it was a good place to lay your head.

"Hey Tom, could you have some one go and pack up all of my things? I'll be leaving in the morning, and I just don't have the time to do it myself."

The old inn keeper smiled and nodded, "Of course Mr. Potter it has been a pleasure having you here these past few months."

Harry smiled, "Tom, the pleasure was all mine. Just have them stack all the boxes by the door if you would."

Not waiting for a response, Harry turned and made his way through the crowded pub to the entrance that led to muggle London. He needed to escape, he couldn't be Harry Potter right now he just couldn't.

For hours Harry walked the streets of London stopping occasionally to look though a shop here or there, even making a few purchases from a small book shop. He walked for hours. He walked until it was dark. Even then he continued to wander aimlessly hours. When he came upon a bench, grimly he took the opportunity and sat down. What was he going to do? It was the question that been haunting him ever since he graduated. What was left for him? Hermione was right he would never be normal. No matter what he did he would only ever be "Harry Potter: Savior of the Wizarding World".

"You know what you need Harry," he spoke quietly to himself. "You need to get completely and totally smashed."

With that Harry stood up and walked twelve blocks to a club that he had seen during his walk earlier that afternoon. It was a club called Club Blue. It seemed like a place to easily disappear. Harry walked in to the crowned club and the first thing he noticed was the noise. He had never been any where quite so loud, with the only acceptation being the Quidditch world cup. The second thing Harry noticed was that the populace was almost entirely male. Sighing Harry made his way to the bar. He came here to get drunk and lose himself, and by god that was what he was going to do.

Harry found an empty seat a quickly claimed it. The bartender quickly walked over, "Hey there cutey what can I get you?"

"Can I get Vodka and a Sprite please and I want you to keep them coming."

The man smiled at him and began to fill a glass, "I'm sorry you're having a shitty day."

"Try a shitty life."

"Here you are kid. And just so you know it's Drink 'til You Drown night so you pay fifteen up front and you get an open bar stamp." Harry pulled out the bills and let the man stamp his hand. He was most defiantly going to drink until he drowned.

The club was great Harry just smiled as he saw men practically making out on the dance floor. God he wished that he could be so lucky. He had known he was gay for years but being Harry Potter and stopped him from ever indulging in his fantasies of Dating Seamus Finnegan Gryffindor's former resident queer who he once caught blowing Justin Finch-Fletchley in the men's room on the third flood. That was a sight to remember. Harry started to sip his vodka when he was broken from his thoughts.

"Excuse me, but, is there any chance that you are from Surry?"

Sighing Harry looked at the person who addressed him, He was an extremely feminine but none the less good looking blond about his own age. "Yes as a matter of fact, I am"

The man smiled, "any chance that your name is Harry?"

Quizzically Harry smiled and nodded.

The blond smiled an even bigger smile and sat down on the stool next to him. "I knew it was you it had to be. I mean who else could it have been? God you look great. It was you hair and eyes that gave it away. I have never met another who has had those features. How have you been and what are up to. My God I can't believe it is you. I was certain that you would have ended up staying with the Dursley's just like Dudley, but you got out."

Harry was taken by storm. He didn't even know who this guy was and here he was going on and on about him and even mentioning the Dursley's. "Hey ...Hey… slow down there. I'm really sorry but I don't think I remember you."

"OH I am so sorry, I'm Mathew Jenkins. That is what I go by now, but it used to be Geoffrey Peters. We used to go to primary together. I was Dudley's second punching bag; we used to be best friends."

"I remember now, you used to wear these really thick glasses and didn't you used to have sandy hair?" Harry did remember him. He was the smallest boy in their year other than himself of course. Good god the boy had changed for the better.

Matt nodded and started chatting again, "I knew it was you. I can't believe you relatives do you know they told everybody that you went to St. Brutus's the nerve. I always knew it was a load of shit. You have to have a criminal record to even get in to that place. Where did you end up any way?"

"I was at the school my parents went to. They had made arrangements when I was born for my attendance there. It's a boarding school in north Scotland."

"Really? I just went to the local college prep, not that it did any good mind you. After Graduation I packed my bags, changed my name, came to London, and the rest is history."

"What are you up to now?"

"I'm a dancer at a drag club called "The Onyx" It's a shit job but it pays the rent and I have good hours. Tonight is my night off."

"What kind of Dancing,"

"I'm Backup so I mainly just do what ever they tell me to. Right now I'm paired with this real hottie."

Harry laughed. They went on like this for a good half hour.

"You know, I wish I had to the balls that you have." Harry stated firmly

"Yeah, is that so?"

"I mean it, you got out you do what you want and you let people know who you are. I can't do that. If my friends knew I was, well, gay, they would kill me. Hell, one of 'em about killed me today when I told her I wasn't going to University next year. I just want to be me and that'll never happen."

"Why can't you? I mean, if you could, what would you do?

"I'd sing."

Mathew laughed, "You'd what?"

"Sing. S I N G. Sing. I've always loved to, but I never get the chance to. You see Ron heard me once and said I sounded like a girl, said my voice was too pretty."

"Well fuck him. You should do what ever you want."

"Yeah…" Harry trailed off. He looked down at his watch and smiled it was still only eleven and he was still not even that drunk. He had only had about three glasses which was nothing compared to the amounts he was used to having back during the school year on weekends. Harry, Ron, and Neville used to play drinking games that usually ended with them passed out in their dorm and waking up with stuff written on their chests in permanent ink. Suddenly Harry had and idea.

"Matt do you know any of these men?"

The blond laughed, "of course I do, some better than others. Why?"

"I want you to hook me up." Harry smiled at his old friend. He had made up his mind. He was going to live here in the muggle world free from the fame. Free from the restrictions, and to kick off his new life he needed a man. Yes, a man, the forbidden sex. This was it. "I Harry Potter need a man if only for one night."

Mathew laughed. "Harry, oh my god. You are fucking hilarious. Come here," the blond grabbed him be the arm and pulled him from the stool. Harry followed him through the maze of people and up a set of spiral stairs that led to the over hanging sky walk if that was what you called, he didn't know all he knew was that it was made of metal and I hung from wires attached to the rafters in the ceiling.

Matt walked him over to a small group that was talking and looking down on to the dance floor below, Harry smiled when they looked over to him and Matt.

"Sorry I was gone so long, this is Harry we were friends back in Primary and he is going to be joining us, Harry this is Brandon, and Skyler, and this strapping young man over here is Marc,"

Harry smiled shyly at him. He had to be the best looking man he had ever seen in his life. He was tall muscular and dark Brown hair that wasn't styled in any particular way. His face had that perfect balance between femininity and masculinity and when he smiled Harry could feel his knees go weak.

"It's nice to meet you, Harry." Marc said, taking Matt's cue, and extending his hand he continued to speak, "So you're from Surry?"

Harry quickly snapped out of his stupor and shook Marc's hand, "Yeah, but I went to school in Scotland so I don't really associate my self with it much."

"I'm from around here. I never left. I love it here; hey do you care to dance?"

Nervously Harry nodded and let Marc lead them down to the dance floor. Marc pulled them all the way in to the middle, and when they final stopped Harry was amazed at the feelings that washed over him. As he danced with Marc in the sea of bodies that surrounded them he felt as if he was truly anonymous for the first time in his life. The pace was insane Harry's mind flooded with sensations. Marc somehow ended up behind him and Harry felt himself become aroused as he began to grind into his partner. His arms, legs and hips moved in time music. Marc's body pressed so closely to his own that it was like they were one body. Marc's hands traveled sensuously over his body, causing shockwaves of pleasure to ricochet along his spine. He lost himself in this world where he was free to be whom ever he chose. It was like a drug encompassing his mind in all its entirety

At two in the morning the small group stumbled out of the club and on to the street outside. Even in his heavily intoxicated stupor Harry knew that there was no way he could go back to the Leaky Cauldron tonight. Leaning against the man that was behind him Harry started to laugh. What would Hermione say if she were here? The bitch would probably be going on and on about his responsibilities and how this would look to the academy. Well, Hermione can fuck off.

The man behind him turned him around and to Harry's great surprise bent down and began to kiss him. Harry had never been kissed before; boy he didn't let it bother him though. It was a battle of tongues and great exploration of hands. Harry's mind was set ablaze and he lost himself in what was his first true kiss. If had been in his right mind he might have noticed his friend calling to him. It was when he felt someone pulling on his shoulder that he withdrew from the kiss.

Harry smiled up at Marc, who was licking his lips, "Well, that was fun."

He then turned to Mathew who had been trying to get his attention.

"Brandon is our DD he said that he could take you to wherever you're staying. He just needs to know where."

Harry felt Marc's arms wrap around him from behind, "Well I don't really think that would be a good idea right now."

The young wizard saw a strange emotion flash over his friend's face, "Alright you are coming home with me. No matter what you said you wanted earlier, I don't think you would be too happy if you woke up tomorrow beside Marc not knowing how you got there."

Harry agreed and climbed in to the back seat of the car after Marc and was surprised when he was pulled in to the older man's lap.

Matt climbed in to the front passengers seat and began tell Brandon where they were all headed. "Harry, I guess I'll drive you back tomorrow morning is that alright?"

"Yeah sure"

As the car drove off Harry watched as Skyler, the quiet one of the group silently lean his head against the window and fall asleep, "Marc, I don't think your Friend and hold his liquor"

"He never could, Brandon, drop sky first will you?"

The drive nodded and took a right.

"So Harry, you don't really want to go home with Matt do you? Cause if you want I'll be glad to have you."

Harry smiled and just as he was about to agree Matt answered for him, "No, he really doesn't need to. Just leave him alone will you, he's not used you your kinds of attention."

Smiling Harry leaned in to Marc's shoulder. "Sorry, but I think he's right."

Marc nodded, "well that doesn't mean that the night is over yet,"

With that statement the brunette attached himself to Harry's neck. Leaving Harry panting

'God even in the muggle world there were people making decisions for him. What did Matt know about me really? I guess I should be grateful that he'll have me. I mean it wouldn't do to walk back in to the wizadring world for what could be my last time totally smashed, now would it. But it would be nice to drag Marc up to my room and explore my new found freedom with him. Lord if I did that the press would have a field day. God, what the hell is Marc doing to my neck? I don't know what he is doing but, please Merlin, don't let him stop. Don't let this night end. Don't make me return to my life.'