A/N: For those of you who remember me :P I've not been around these parts in a while, and I've abandoned my old account. But anyway, enjoy my new stuff. It's porn heavy and I can work punctuation and paragraphs properly now.
They liked him because he looked innocent. The neat hair, full lips and wide eyes, the gangling limbs, even glasses if the mood struck him. Usually smartly clad in a school uniform, trousers expertly tailored by the madam to be low and loose on his hips, but too tight on his arse and round his cock. He wore a skirt, if requested.
The work was humiliating at first. He fumbled around quietly on his knees, feeling embarrassed and sick with himself. He'd gag the moment a prick touched his lips and he'd usually end up dragging his teeth. His hand jobs were lack lustre, awkward and uncoordinated.
But they seemed to like that too. The first man that fucked him paid him a whole hundred galleons for the sex, then slipped him another twenty with a sly smirk when he'd cried.
He started to play that up, as he got less inhibited. As he got better.
August, 1976
The entrance was in some seedy little backstreet just off Diagon Alley. Big wooden doors with some rather distasteful knockers.
The brothel was full of boys, as far as Sirius could see. He'd be willing to bet most of them were no older than twenty one. He wouldn't wager on how young the youngest were. He saw a boy at the entrance no older than twelve.
It was seedy, to say the least. The even the room he was in, like a reception and a waiting room, smelt like sex. The walls were red and adorned with paintings of young men - some artistic, some, plain pornographic – and the room full of squishy pink arm chairs with tassels, half of them filled by lascivious looking men.
There was a woman sitting behind a long wooden desk, covered in flowers, half fresh, half wilted and giving off a sickly sweet perfumed smell. The woman was middle aged and fairly plump, she was wearing too much, dark make up. Her skin slightly orange, with huge smudges of pink on her cheeks and a deep ruby red on her lips. She beckoned Sirius over and drummed her talon like nails on the desk. They were the same colour as the walls.
"What can I do you for love?" she said. Her voice was that of a woman who had gotten up that morning and gargled with nails.
"I um... I wanted to... I-"
"First time?" She said with a smirk. Cocking an eyebrow, she leaned toward Sirius. "Let me guess. You're not even sure if you like boys yet. You just want to try something out?" Sirius gulped and nodded. She laughed softly "It's alright love. I'll set you up with someone you'll like. Probably about your age. Not been here long, still a virgin. He's a bit skinny"
"I don't mind."
"A bit odd looking, but not ugly, if you see what I mean." Sirius shrugged. "You will see what I mean. Got a few scars as well."
"What kind of scars?"
"Cuts mostly. He was in a muggle car accident. Don't mention them, poor lamb's a bit self conscious."
"That's fine. I won't say anything." Sirius smiled shyly. "How much..."
"He'll work that out with you afterward. Generally it's around ten for a hand job, twenty for a blow job. For sex, it's twenty five if he fucks you, fifty if you fuck him." She said casually, she'd said it a thousand times before and would say it a thousand times again. "But if you don't know what you want, I think he does... fifty? By the hour. Something like a thousand for the whole day." she sighed. "I should really keep track of them... I don't care as long as I get enough to cover their cost of living here."
"Oh. Um. Cool."
"But you're not here chit-chat, are you love. Sorry." She stood and took Sirius by the wrist, leading him up a long staircase behind the wooden table.
"Um..."
"What is it love?"
"What's his name?"
"Remus."
"... that's nice."
Remus jerked awake at the knock on the door. Usually he only worked the night, but somehow he'd been roped into working evenings as well. Nights, he didn't get off till three and he'd had to be up for his day job at seven, so he usually slept in the evenings before he had to be working at nine. He hadn't had time to read, only time to shower, shave and change into his uniform.
At the knock, he leapt from the small double bed across to the desk in the corner of the room and pretended to be studying. Beginning the perfectly well rehearsed and performed innocent act with a soft, stuttering call of,
"C-come in." Madam May wandered in with a smile, she raised her eyebrows the way she did when she had someone nice for him and mouthed Virgin, Remus gave her a quick nod and an understanding half smile, before contorting his face into his best "Please be gentle" look. A tall, dark haired youth strode in behind her, his eyes on his shoes.
"Remus my love, this is... oh you never told me your name?"
"Sirius. I'm Sirius."
"Like the star." Remus said earnestly, with a put-on nervous smile.
"Yeah that's it." Sirius looked up at the sound of his voice. He had bright grey eyes. Classically handsome. Strong jaw, good bone structure, fantastic lips.
"Well Remus, you're new here aren't you darling?" she winked again. It had become a sort of in-joke for the both of them. It was like they'd brought a third party to see a film with a big twist.
"Um... yes. Yes. Only t-t-two weeks." he said shyly, making sure not to hold eye contact with either of them for too long.
"Alright then. I leave the two of you alone. Oh and no need to worry about protective charms, Remus has already had his cast today." she smiled in that inappropriately motherly fashion and trotted out of the door. Remus forced a blush, got up from his desk and sat on the edge of the bed, careful to keep his thighs as tightly together as possible and staring at his hands, clasped firmly together and rested on his lap. This would be the point that the client would usually join him on the bed, maybe probe him with a few questions before sticking their tongue down his throat. But Sirius just stood and looked around his small room. He pointed to the Gryffindor banners above the bed.
"You're at Hogwarts?"
"No. Not anymore."
"Why not? Did you finish?"
"Thrown out in my first year. And before you ask, I don't want to talk about it." he said quickly. With just enough hurt that Sirius wouldn't ask him. Remus often wondered why he hadn't been sorted into Slytherin.
"I'm in Gryffindor." he smiled and perched next to Remus on the bed. "So um... you've not done this much before?"
"I've done a bit... I know what I'm doing... I suppose." he forced a shiver and began to nibble carefully at his nails. "I've never... um... have you?"
"Have I what?"
"How um... how far have you g-g-gotten with a... with a boy." he was sure to make eye contact then.
"I've never done anything really. I've done pretty much everything with girls just... no. Nothing with a boy."
"Oh. Um... what do you want?"
"I don't know."
"Oh. Alright."
"You're better looking than I expected." Sirius smiled and leaned in closer to him.
"Thanks... you're a lot better looking than what I usually get." Remus leaned in closer as well and made sure to um and ah before planting a very chaste kiss on the other boy's lips. He pulled back and smiled shyly. Sirius smiled as well.
"That was nice." he said quietly. Remus kissed him again, a little deeper and slower and he pulled away again.
"Still nice?" Remus asked, with the tone of someone desperately seeking approval. Sirius nodded and pulled their mouths together. He led the kiss this time. He was sloppy. Remus felt like Sirius was trying to eat his face. When he started to use his tongue like some kind of a demented whisk, Remus disconnected, practically having to spit Sirius's tongue out.
"Sorry." he muttered while Remus grimaced and caught his breath "I'm a terrible kisser. I've been told."
"It's alright. Just let me lead." he said, too confidently. Sirius smirked. He remembered himself and brought back the virgin school boy he was supposed to be "If... if t-t-that's okay with you... I mean you were fine it's j-just-" he stammered. Sirius's face dropped the moment the stammer came back.
"That's fine with me. You're good."
"I am?" Remus already knew the answer to this question.
"Yeah... better than any girl I've kissed." He blushed quite deeply and Remus noticed the bulge in the boy's jeans. Remus allowed himself a quick, out-of-character eye roll, before continuing.
"Do you want to...?" he let himself tail off nervously. Sirius nodded and kicked off his shoes and Remus noted that they looked expensive. Very expensive. He sat cross legged, looking a little more relaxed now and pushing his hair out of his eyes. Remus sat on his knees and shuffled closer to Sirius, grabbing the boy's shirt, he pulled him into another deep kiss, making sure he led this time. Sirius was a fast learner and responded to the slow movement of Remus's lips, allowing Remus to gently push the other boy's lips apart with a quick sweep of his tongue. Sirius raised a pair of trembling arms and pressed his hands against Remus's shoulders, pushing him slowly, actually quite... tenderly, down on his back.
Sirius was all gentle fingers and touches, running his hands carefully up and down Remus's chest over his shirt, pulling his tie loose a little, before tossing it onto the floor. Sirius's hands were still shaking. Remus put his hands on Sirius's face and stroked his thumbs across his high cheek bones, brushing his eyelashes. Remus pulled Sirius down onto him properly and raised a thigh into the boy's crotch. He was ridiculously hard. He shuddered and shifted and rubbed against Remus, who lay, still kissing, and waited for Sirius to get off. Remus felt the boy's breathing quicken, he groaned, somehow without breaking the kiss, and moved faster against Remus, who wondered if Sirius would fall asleep after this, so he could quickly nip downstairs and make a sandwich.
Sirius broke the kiss and spluttered above him, moving fitfully, he groaned, teeth sinking into his lips. He cried out a few more times before jerking forward, resting his forehead on Remus's shoulder, still grinding his hips against Remus. Remus who was now wondering if it had stopped raining yet; he hadn't had time to check before Sirius came in. Sirius who was now tensing, arching up, groaning and collapsing onto him.
Sirius rolled off of Remus, who just looked bored.
"...m'sorry." Sirius mumbled.
"What for?" Remus asked, his voice far deeper and steadier than it had been before. Sirius couldn't help but notice a new impatience present.
"Um... for not... I didn't ah... get you off."
"Sirius." He sighed "I'm a whore. It doesn't really matter if I get off or not. Unless you get off on me getting off." He stood up from the bed and picked his tie up off the floor, hanging it up on the chair behind the small desk which was packed into the corner of the room.
"You seem... different."
"You didn't seem to be all that into the innocent thing. Responded more when I took the lead so," Remus shrugged "The act is dropped. You don't like this-"
"This being..."
"Me. This is me. I could go back to the innocent school boy, if you like; except, the illusion's rather shattered now, isn't it? I do and excellent naughty school boy if you fancy giving that a go?" Sirius shook his head.
"You're fine like this."
"You don't have to be polite. You want something, I'll do it. As long as it doesn't involve knives or excrement."
"Wha?"
"So what do you want? I could be dominant," He hopped onto the bed and straddled Sirius, whose cock jumped. "I could be... s-submissive, sir. If that's what you want?"
"Dominant." Sirius blurted "I mean... not too dominant. Like... can I still tell you what I want but it's kind of like... you're in control if you understand what I mean?" Remus shrugged.
"S'pose. So... What will you have me do?" Sirius shrugged this time "... right. I could... talk dirty to you till you get hard again?"
"Um... I don't know... can I um... can I get you off?"
"If you want to."
"Hand job. Can you teach me how to give a hand job. A really good hand job."
"Oh. Yes, okay."
"Take your clothes off." he said before adding "... um please." politely. Remus smirked and got off Sirius. He tugged off his trousers and stood unbuttoning his shirt in his underwear. He had long thin legs. Pale and sprinkled with dark hair. Rather like his own, Sirius thought. He could see the boy's lean muscles twitching underneath skin that was crisscrossed with a number of scars. Some thin, raised and white, others angry reddy, pinks that lay flat on his skin. Sirius noticed the boy was at least half hard underneath his thin black boxers.
"Enjoying the view?" asked Remus flatly as his tugged off his shirt. His arms and chest were very much the same as his legs. Skinny, light muscles, a little hair, scars.
"Yeah... you've got... yeah." Sirius muttered. Remus chuckled and let his boxers fall to the floor and sat next to Sirius on the bed.
"First of all you need to... well just hold my prick like you'd hold your own." Sirius licked his palm, reached out tentatively and curled his hand around Remus's cock. Remus shuddered, growing a little in Sirius's hand.
"Right. Now move your hand up and down, obviously." Sirius obeyed and began to move his hand. Remus was completely hard now but continued speaking perfectly normally "When I react well to you doing something... do it again... It's not rocket science." He said casually, pleasure briefly flickering across his face. After a few minutes of Sirius stroking him, with the occasional soft oh and a slight buck into Sirius' hands Sirius spoke.
"You know, I'd've come by now." He said impatiently.
"Sorry. One builds up quite a lot of stamina in this line of work."
"I could... could I?" Sirius asked, his hand slowing.
"Could you what?"
"Um... suck it?"
"I'm yours, do what you want to me." Remus shrugged "But remember, you do actually need to suck, don't just put it in your mouth and move your head up and down." Remus sighed, as if he spoke from experience. Sirius nodded and lowered his head, taking half of the other boy's considerable length into his mouth. Sirius was surprised by how heavy Remus felt on his tongue and that the boy didn't taste of much. He tasted of skin and musk and soap. Sirius moved his tongue experimentally, getting a small whine and then sucked hard, this gaining a far better reaction from Remus. He moved his head up and down and Remus hissed and bucked his hips. Sirius felt his own prick get very hard, very quickly.
"You're good at this." Remus said hoarsely. Sirius smiled around the boy's cock and sucked harder this time, gaining a whine from the boy beneath him. He gasped suddenly "OUCH! OUCH! TEETH! WATCH YOUR BLOODY TEETH!" Sirius detached himself with an obscene popping sound.
"Sorry." He said. Remus lifted Sirius' chin with a long pale finger, forcing Sirius to look at his face, and rolled his lips around his teeth.
"Like this." He said. Sirius blushed and nodded, and copied Remus. He licked his lips and moved back towards Remus' cock, taking more of Remus into his mouth this time. Remus bucked his hips again and Sirius gagged and ended up falling back on his arse, gagging and then choking. While Sirius convulsed and caught his breath on the floor Remus sniggered.
"Oi." Sirius said, wiping at his streaming eyes.
"Sorry." Remus said sincerely "Just... Sorry. You're hard again though, that's good." Remus smiled a smile that didn't quite meet his eyes. Sirius coughed a little more and Remus suddenly said "Since this isn't working out so wonderfully, should we do something else?"
"Don't you want to... ur," Sirius swallowed, staring at the still hard cock poking up from between Remus' casually crossed legs, still glistening with his own saliva. "... um... Come?"
"Well yeah, and if you hurry up and suggest something, I can!" Remus said, a false, impatient grin stretching across his face.
"Alright." Sirius chewed his lip, his own hard-on agitating him just as much, he found himself rocking, slowly back and forth on the spot, giving him the tiniest bit of unsatisfying friction. Had the room been this unbearably hot a moment ago?
This was new to him, being unsure and indecisive. He was used to seeing what he wanted and taking it, or at least asking for it first. And he certainly wanted Remus.
And Remus was a rent boy, so no matter what Sirius asked for, Remus was hardly in a position to judge.
In short, there was absolutely no reason why Sirius shouldn't have just commanded Remus to suck him. Or fuck him. Or Bend over. Or something.
"... I'm not very good at this, am I?"
"It's endearing." Remus laughed, perhaps with a hint of sarcasm. "Look. Just... let me," He sighed "Just follow my lead and stop me if I do something you aren't comfortable with. And I am, of course, always open to suggestion."
Sirius nodded and stood up. "Take your clothes off."
"Will you undress me?" Sirius asked. Remus gave his cock a little, impatient glance, before hopping off the bed and making a meal of taking off Sirius' t-shirt, running his hands up Sirius' sides and chest. Sirius shuddered when Remus' palms brushed over his nipples, and when Remus sighed, "Arms." He obediently raised them; suddenly thrown ten years back in time, to when his nanny would dress and undress him, always commanding "Arms." Or "Legs." Or "Feet."
Remus dropped to his knees, unbuttoned and unzipped Sirius' jeans. He worked his fingers into their waist band and ever so slowly dragged them down, down, down till the pooled at Sirius' ankles. Sirius thought he hadn't been so aware of his own skin in his entire life. The sensation of denim dragging down his legs had never been so torturous and the sight of Remus, leaning closer into him then, (Sirius bucked his hips and swore violently) nuzzling the bulge in his boxer shorts and playing his teeth very lightly (Sirius whines, the only thing stopping his coming is the thought of how embarrassing that would be. Coming in his pants like a twelve year old... Again.) across it. Remus hooks his fingers into his boxers, giving them a far sharper tug, watching Sirius' cock spring free. Remus grinned.
"Lovely." Sirius blushed and looked at everything accept the equally hard, nude boy on his knees, his pale brown eyes devouring Sirius' body hungrily. Remus ran his candy pink tongue obscenely over his pale, full lips, rolling them around his teeth. He flexed his hand, long white fingers, thin, bony, reminded Sirius of the branches on a dead, sun bleached tree. And the sight of these fingers, firmly gripping the base of his cock was driving Sirius slowly insane. He decided, instantly, his favourite sight in the world had become Remus, this rent boy, on his knees, drawing Sirius' cock between his lips. The sight was nothing compared to the feeling; the heat of Remus' mouth, the maddening massaging motion of his tongue, and when he sucked-
"Stop it!" squeaked Sirius. Remus frowned and pulled off Sirius' cock.
"What?"
"I'll come." Sirius panted.
"That's the point."
"I don't want to." Sirius swallowed. "I want to. Can I. Um, I want to..."
"Fuck me?" asked Remus. His mouth was reddened and a tiny bit swollen. Sirius nodded. Remus shrugged and said, "Go and lie down on the bed." Sirius walked awkwardly to the bed and lay on his back, propping his head up with a pillow. Remus fumbled in his desk drawer for a small tube before joining him, straddling Sirius' thighs. Remus raised himself up on his knees and screwed off the cap of the tube he'd taken from his desk drawer, he coated his fingers with a clear, gel-like substance and reached backward, his eyes fluttering suddenly.
"What are you doing?" Sirius asked.
"Preparation. Won't take long." Remus said. "I'm pretty relaxed." After a moment or two his breath hitched and the fingers returned, reached forward and found the tube again. Pouring more of the gel-but-not stuff into his hands, Remus began to lightly fist Sirius' cock. Sirius' eye lids slammed shut and he moaned.
"You're alright with this position?" Asked Remus. Sirius could barely answer, too wrapped up in this slick hand stroking him. The hand was gone, all of a sudden and Sirius heard Remus shuffling forward on his knees.
He felt, suddenly, clenching around the head of his cock, heat and a tightness that was intense and so unlike being with a girl. So much hotter and tighter; even slicker from that gel stuff Remus had used on both of them. So focussed on the steadily descending warmth and pressure surrounding his cock, he hadn't even looked at Remus. Remus who was crouched and lowering himself downward, face pink and eyes screwed up with concentration, teeth dug into a bottom lip, which sprang free, red and sore looking, suddenly when Remus gasped. His chest glistened, a little drop of sweat ran down his side and his nipples were dark and hard. Almost fully settled on Sirius' cock, he groaned and wiped his forehead, sweaty as well, making his fringe a little damp. Scarred chest rose and fell and Remus ran his fingers through his hair, bathed in the amber light of the setting sun, throwing his neck back and exposing a long, pale throat. Sirius was over come with the urge to bite, to lick, to taste. When Remus started to move, he could have seen stars.
"Sirius?" said Remus, his head lying flat against Sirius' chest, Sirius' arms wrapped tightly around him.
"Mmm?" Sirius hummed lazily, his eye lids heavy, and threatening to close.
"You can't sleep here. I've got someone booked in at seven and it's half six now, and I have to shower and stuff."
"Oh. Sorry." Sirius murmured. He trailed his fingers down Remus' neck and settled them between his shoulder blades.
"And we need to talk about money." Remus said flatly, he lifted his head off Sirius' chest. Reality, in the way reality often does, came crashing down upon Sirius, bursting his lovely, little, post orgasmic bubble, in which only he and Remus resided, drenched in honey coloured light and soaked with sweat.
"Oh. Yeah, of course." Sirius huffed.
"Right... I'll just charge you for the actual penetrative sex," said Remus, Sirius flinched, he was suddenly so clinical, a professional deciding what his services were worth. "And Madam May will go mental if I don't charge you for taking up my time... We'll call it sixty galleons." He said, with a smile.
"You're expensive."
"I'm worth it, though." Remus says with a confident grin. "Not many like me on the market, Sirius. I'm clean, I'm sober, I'm young and I'm bloody good at my job."
"That's true." Said Sirius, feeling himself smile. Remus smiled back and kissed him softly.
"You'll come back, won't you?" he asked, brushing Sirius' hair from his eyes.
"Yeah, 'course."
"Have you got the money with you now?" asked Remus, drumming his fingers on Sirius' chest.
"Er, yeah I should have enough, my money bag's in my jeans." Remus looked at him expectantly. "I'll go and get it now, then?"
"Where've you been?" James asked, setting down Quidditch Weekly and rubbing his eyes.
"Out." Sirius said. James rolled his eyes and straightened his glasses.
"When you were out where did you go?"
"No where." Sirius sighed, plopping down on his bed, conjured hastily and pulled up at the foot of James'.
"So why wasn't I allowed to come?"
"Because." Sirius shrugged, scowled and lay back on his bed.
"You're fucking cheerful today, aren't you?" James spat. James had been patient with him, for the most part, he'd been very patient.
"I'm fine." Sirius shrugged again, let his eyes slide shut.
"You going to sleep already? It's only four o'clock."
"M'tired."
"Did you meet someone?" James asked. Sirius said nothing. "Was it... a bloke?" Sirius said nothing. "Fuck." James sighed. "What happened?"
"Do you really want to know?" asked Sirius, James shrugged. "Just. Stuff... Sex."
"Oh. So... you're definitely...?" James asked.
"Yeah." Sirius mumbled. "I think so."
"Fuck." James sighed. "Fuck me." He shook his head.
"Not right now dear, I've had a long day." Sirius smirked. James whacked him across the face with a pillow.