Title: My Boyfriend, The Prostitute

Author: Kloak Dark aka Vale

Warnings: AU, OOCness based on AU, references to prostitution

AN: This is my first fic using first person point of view, so please bare with me through this and give me any criticism you'd think would help my writing. This is just sort of an odd story that popped into my head while listening to a song by Decembrists, and will probably later evolve into a fic about what would happen if Draco and Harry were prostitutes and Severus ran into them, but so far in this one, it's just about Harry's business and Severus' desire for him. Again, all comments are appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or Severus, I wish I did, but then I wouldn't get to see book seven…

When did I first see him? People are always asking me that. I know it's not normally such a common question, but because I'm Severus Snape, the man everyone thought would die a bachelor, I suppose it's what's on everyone's mind. It seems they have some romantic notion that our eyes locked in a crowded restaurant, at respectable ball, or even that he was my 'waitress' at some old diner. I'll leave them to their romantic notions, and here will be written the true story.

I was in London, picking up potion ingredients for a particular project from my favourite apothecary, which happened to be in a rather shady neighbourhood. As I was passing an alley, I heard movement and glanced over. That was when I first saw him, bent over, jeans around his ankles, and body covered with that of a much older man's. Yes, the man I chose to spend the rest of my life with, was a prostitute.

Though not particularly keen to witness the event, I did stay in the general area, and hadn't properly realized exactly what the boy was until he walked out of the alley, walking like he was sore, and counting up some bills.

At the time, I did not approach him, and simply left London to head back to my teaching position at Hogwarts. However, I found that often my mind kept wandering back to how he'd looked bent over and panting, face flushed and mouth open in a moan. Damn, boner again…

It was after many nights of… having to satisfy myself, that I finally decided to go back to London and look for him. It was not like me to engage the services of a prostitute, but I couldn't get his face out of my head.

I don't really enjoy apparating very much, I'd prefer a train or flying, but on this occasion, I apparated out of necessity. One would think my search would have taken quite a while, however, as I walked down the street towards the apothecary, there he was on the corner, smoking a fag and pulling off that midriff shirt and tight jeans too well for the comfort of my pants.

Upon noticing that I'd eyed him, he'd dropped the cigarette and ground it out, looking over at me with those gorgeous green eyes. Damn, he's a stripper, stop that! The boy's gaze was odd, and electrifying, though it was a bit startling when he sidled over and puts his arms around my waist before leaning into me. After that he pulled the sexiest smile I'd ever seen, and I'd seen some pretty sexy smiles in my day, what with being Lucius' best friend.

"I saw you the other day," his smile widened a bit. "I knew you'd come back, I could see it in your eyes." Whether his ability to judge people was simply one of the tricks of his trade, I didn't know, but he'd read me like a book.

My fingers slipped up to play with his hair, running through it gently. If nothing else, the boy was well groomed and certainly had nice enough clothing. "Don't you think you'll lose customers if you're leaning up against me like this?"

It seemed like an intelligent thing, honestly, the boy couldn't get hired very well if he was hugging him like a boyfriend, though I could certainly deal with that myself as it had been a long time since someone had actually wrapped their arms around me. But he just grinned before leaning up to nuzzle my ear. "It's my day off." He muttered, running his teeth over my throat.

I was already suppressing moans by this point, but my hand moved from his hair to cup his cheek before I let my lips press against his for a few moments. "Suppose I can't secure your services then…" My teeth tugged at his bottom lip.

With a smouldering look, he said to me, "Pay for the hotel room and I'm yours."

It ended up better than that, since I took him back to the castle. Probably not one of my best ideas, as there were students still in school at the time, but there was nothing saying I couldn't have wild hot sex with prostitutes in my own bed, thank god since wild hot sex hardly begins to describe it.

We'll suffice to say we were both worn out by the end. The funny thing, in my opinion, was that he asked if he could stay before I kicked him out. I'd actually had no such plan, so I told him he could stay there as long as he liked. Neither of us knew it would turn out to be such a long time.

In the beginning while he stayed with me, everything was based on the sex. But, one night, he said something that actually surprised me, and of course, he was rather angry at the time since I seemed incapable of showing him any feelings except for during the after sex cuddle. I suppose this was when the real relationship started.

"Why don't you ever touch me except when we're in the bedroom!" he yells after I shirked away from his attempts to wrap his arms around me.

For awhile, I just blink in surprise, then shake my head. "I'm not a very… touchy feely person." It's always been hard for me to describe my reasoning behind things, and this situation is no different.

He just started to pull out his hair, that lovely, soft, messy hair. I immediately stood up to take his hands, pulling them away so that he'll stop that nonsense. It didn't help much since he decided this would be an opportune time to try and pound my chest, which I have to admit he really isn't strong enough for.

Sighing, I wrap him up in my arms and hold him close. That's what he wanted right? I can hear him yelling through his sobs, trying to scream at me but muffling them with the way he's managed to press his head to my chest. He's rambling on, mainly about how different everything feels and how this has never happened and he hates needing me. I can't blame him, because I hate needing him, something I hadn't realized until this point.

The dinner has managed to burn while I'm shushing him, so when he is calmed down enough, I scoop him up and lay him on our bed in the bedroom, when did I start calling it ours? and kiss his cheeks before heading out to try again at dinner.

Well, I wasn't really sure what I had wanted to cook, but now that I'm done I have miso soup and eggrolls, which to me seems like healing food. While we are eating dinner on the bed, I notice him sniffling through the whole meal and sigh before kissing his forehead. I need to make him understand.

"I haven't been in a relationship in a long time, if that's what you want to make this into, so you may have to forgive me if I sometimes forget your need for… more public displays of affection."

The young boy sighed, leaning his head against my shoulder. I didn't know if I was forgiven, but I think I almost fainted after his next words. "Severus, I'm pregnant."