A/N: Hello everyone! My name is Kyra and I adopted this story from Requiem Of The Nameless Death, (xDivineBitchOfAPurebloodWitch); The Prologue and the first chapter are written by This Flawed Reflection. The second and third chapters are written by Requiem Of The Nameless Death, (xDivineBitchOfAPurebloodWitch). Chapters 4 and on will be written by me.

Original Sins – Chapter One: The First Taste Of Sin.

Draco stared nervously up at the towering apartment block before checking the address he had written down to make sure, barely able to believe that this was the residence of an escort which was only a high-class prostitute when you thought about. He hadn't been expecting this though, not this large ornate building in Richmond which reeked of wealth. Then again, The Burrow was very up-market, an escort service only for the very discerning. It made sense that its employees would be earning pay-packets large enough to put most legal workers to shame.

"Do you need me for anything else, sir?" The slow deep growl of his personal chauffeur made Draco turn around, waving his hand dismissively at the overgrown gorilla that passed for his driver.

"No, Goyle; you may go. I'll call you when I need you to come and pick me up." The blonde heir answered, turning away without a second glance. There was an affirmative grunt followed by the low purr of the Bentley's engine as it pulled smoothly away from the kerb, leaving Draco on his own. He took a deep breath and headed for the front doors.

"What am I doing? This is madness…" Draco muttered to himself, staring apprehensively at the door. "I shouldn't be here; I should be at home with my wife!"

That didn't stop him from rapping sharply on the door because a Malfoy never backed away from something, least of all their own mess. In the several seconds he had before he took the first step on the one way road trip to hell, Draco's thoughts raced through his head, flickering like a film reel. How should he act? Friendly and eager? Cold and aloof? He settled on the latter, deciding that it would be better if he kept things distant. This was a one off; he wouldn'tbe coming back.

And then the door opened and every single thought in Draco's head stopped mid flow, did a back track and stared. To put it simply, the man before him was gorgeous, even more so than he had looked in his picture which was saying something. All the blood in his body immediately went south, his member standing to attention as he was nearly overwhelmed with lust. The dark rumpled hair, piercing green eyes, compact yet lithe body… It all added up to create this vision of perfection and he, Draco Malfoy, was beginning to sound like a teenage girl on her first date.

Pull yourself together, Malfoy. He's not a date and he never will be; he's a prostitute for fuck's sake! He's probably been with hundreds. Speaking of which, tell me you remembered the condoms?

A quick feel confirmed they were in his back pocket, the man before him quirking an eyebrow.

"First time, Blaise?" he asked, his tone amused as he held open the door, inviting Draco in. "Harry Lupin-Black at your service, though of course you'll know that. " Another small smile, his pixie eyes sparkling mischievously. "So, what do you want then?"

Draco swallowed, suddenly nervous as he watched the door slide shut because that meant there was no going back. A moment of oh god; what the fuck am I doing?before he glanced down at his hand and caught a glimpse of his wedding ring, that disgusting band of solid platinum that might as well have ended his life for all the good it did him. Without a second thought, he slid it off and rammed it into his pocket, looking up with steely determination.

"I want you to make me forget. I want the works; I want to be fucked senseless so that by the end I can barely remember my own name. Can you do that for me, Black?" His voice was smooth yet demanding, filled with something that could almost pass for menace. Black's eyebrow made a journey up his forehead again.

"Do you think they call me the best for nothing? I can be whateveryou want me to be, as long as you've got the money of course. Cash upfront of course; no money means no service."

Wordlessly, Draco slid out his wallet and thrust a wad of notes at the escort, face expressionless. Harry, no , Blackruffled through them, whistling softly.

"Somebody's got money to burn. .. There's enough here for at least two sessions; you must be gaggingfor it! So, any particular kinks I should know about? Top or bottom?"

"I don't particularly care; whatever you like. Just as long as it gets me what I want."

"I can live with that; normally I prefer bottom but for you, I'll make an exception, seeing as it's your first time and all. I promise by the time I'm done, you'll be barely coherent." During this small speech, Black's voice had dropped to a seductive whisper, malachite eyes dark with lust. All in all, it was a very arousing sight, made even more so when Black slowly beckoned to Draco and led him deeper into the apartment, shedding clothes as he went.

First to go was the shirt, slid over defined shoulders and a chest that could have been carved out of marble, so perfect it seemed to Draco. With a soft thud, the escort's belt was on the floor, followed by the pair of skinny jeans which had fitted so snugly around those lissome legs and touchable arse, causing heat to rush south in the Malfoy heir. With a wicked grin, Black glanced over his shoulder.

"Are you coming or are you just going to stare? I don't bite… much."

Draco had never felt so unsure in his life as he did now, standing nervously in Lupin-Black's bedroom, feeling like he had stepped into another world. A large four poster bed lay before him, draped in sheets of red and gold satin, the only colour in a room of matte black. On it, Black himself lay with one eyebrow raised suggestively, as naked as the day he was born and undeniably male. Despite himself and the guilt he was already feeling for that he had not yet done, Draco couldn't suppress his lust and began to strip, grey eyes never wavering from the escort's own appreciative ones. Black patted the spot beside him and the blonde hesitantly sat down before letting out a small shocked gasp as the escort pushed him down onto his back.

"You're mine." Harryhissed, tongue flicking out to run across Draco's exposed throat. "For tonight, you're mine; not hers."

Draco didn't even bother to ask how the escort knew about his wife, having slid off his wedding ring before the other man could catch a glimpse of it. To put it simply, he had more important things to worry over. Like the fact that Harry Lupin-Black's tongue was currently in his mouth and Draco had never kissed someone back so passionately, letting out a disappointed groan when the contact was broken only to gasp as the licking resumed, sweeping across his bare chest.

"Beautiful." Black murmured, resembling some other worldly creature as he looked upwards towards Draco's face with a desirous gaze. "So goddamn beautiful; you won't regret this, I promise."

What he didn't know was that Draco already was doing just that but then it didn't matter for Black moved further south and the Malfoy heir arched upwards upon feeling those wondrously soft lips run along the shaft of his manhood before curving along his inner thigh teasingly. Draco's breath came raggedly as Harry stretched luxuriously over to the bedside cabinet for condoms, hating the time he felt was wasted on pulling them on but knowing it was necessary. Black straddled his hips, squirting lube into his hands and rubbing them together, taking a tauntingly long time. But suddenly fingers were inside Draco and he let out a cry, fingers twisting into the sheets as he fought for composure. Black certainly knew his stuff.

"Oh gods…Holy Merlin." Draco muttered, feeling those fingers twist inside as the escort widened his entrance. "Fuck…Please!"

Black chuckled to himself before settling himself above Draco and leisurely pushing himself inside, causing the Malfoy heir to come fully undone and let loose a silent scream, writhing in ecstasy as Black slid in and out, gradually building up the pace until the blonde felt like he was going to burst from the pressure inside. Soft pants erupted from his mouth, his long fingers wrapping tightly around Black's bicep so hard he was sure it was going to leave a bruise. This…this was how it should feel; heavenly, not laborious. This was what he had been dreaming of all his life.

With one last moan, Draco arched upwards and climaxed, white fluid spurting into the condom with a cry of "Fuck; Harry!"escaping his lips. Black himself came mere seconds later, leaning down to pepper delicate kisses across Draco's collarbone.

"Fucking beautiful." He repeated softly, admiring the sated man beneath him before leaning in even closer. "But next time, you're on top." Black's breath brushed against Draco's ear, eliciting another pleased hiss from the Malfoy heir. "Now, how did that suit you?"

Draco raised an eyebrow, allowing his current state to speak for itself. "What do you think?" he rasped, grey eyes sliding shut contentedly. "Fuck…How have I went without that all these years?"

"You were still a virgin?" Black asked, surprised, and Draco chortled.

"Of course not!" he retorted, staring at the escort in disbelief. Was this really the man who had almost fucked him senseless? "It was my first time with a man, that's all." He sank back into silence, sleep beckoning, and barely registered the feel of the full condom being eased away or gentle fingers carding through his hair. He just needed to regain his inner composure for a few seconds…Just a few seconds.

Draco snapped awake with a start, sitting up in bed. Shit… he must have dozed off. Rubbing a hand across his face, the blonde gazed around the room, noting very little remains of their earlier activities other than the clothes strewn haphazardly all over the floor and the bottle of lube tossed to the side. Of Harry himself there was no sign.

On that thought, Draco realised two things. One, he had just called the escort by his proper name, thus breaking his rule to keep things at arm's length, and two, he had just cheated. He, Draco Abraxas Malfoy, had just had sex with another man behind his wife's back. The thought nearly made him sick and he leapt to his feet, scrambling hastily into his clothes and making an effort to tame his mussed hair, eyes wide and panicky. Oh god…what have I done? Stupid, stupid,stupid! Should have never came in the first place; oh god!

"Blaise? Is everything alright?" The question echoed around the question, followed by approaching footsteps, and Black entered the room, looking as immaculate as he had when Draco first laid eyes on him, other than the hair of course. That, it seemed, was untamable.

"No; it's not!" Draco replied, hastily searching for his belt. "God…what time is it?"

"10.47."

The blonde paled. "You mean…?" It had been afternoon when he had came; just how long had he slept for?

"I didn't have the heart to wake you; you looked peaceful."

Draco nearly groaned there and then; Astoria was going to killhim! He hadn't given any warning, not made up any excuse of being out late with friends… As expected, his mobile was loaded with missed calls when he checked it, prompting yet another surge of guilt, and he yelped, making a bolt for the door only to be stopped by Harry's hand on his wrist.

"Wait; one moment." The dark haired man reached into his jean pocket and extracted a card, pressing it into Draco's hand. "My number, for when you need me again."

"Who says I'll be back? This was just a one-off." Draco replied, pocketing the card nevertheless and trying to keep the obvious truth from showing in his eyes. Harry laughed, reaching for an apple from a nearby fruit bowl and biting into it with a sharp crunch.

"There isn't any question about it. Believe me; you'll be back."

Draco fled before he could give himself away.

Goyle thankfully asked no questions about why his boss had spent the entire evening at an apartment in Richmond, preferring to maintain his customary silence instead. This suited Draco fine, allowing him to sit and stew in his guilt whilst his traitorous heart continued to beat faster at the mere thought of Lupin-Black and those hypnotizing eyes of his. Suddenly Draco sniffed, realising just what that tangy sweet smell was. Shit…he positively reeked of sex.

"Goyle; nearest Perfume shop now!" he barked and the driver nodded, turning the Bentley into one of the more popular shopping streets. He grunted, gesturing towards the desired shop in question and the blonde Malfoy threw himself out of the car, scrambling through the doors like a madman on a mission. Which he was.

He didn't really care what aftershave he picked up, just so long as it was strong enough to mask that unmistakable scent and ended up spraying himself liberally in the shop, prompting looks of suspicion from the shop assistants. Feeling slightly guilty at his rather rude behavior so far, Draco had another less hurried browse of the wares, eyes immediately spotting a perfume he knew Astoria had been going on about for a while now. His conscience sprang into action without a second thought and he left the shop clutching a bag full of various bottles, determined to spoil her rotten for his sins.

They finished the rest of the car journey in silence. It seemed fitting.

The apartment Draco shared with Astoria was silent when he entered, pulling the door shut behind him with a soft snick. Maybe, if he was careful, he could… No such luck.

"Draco?"

Astoria poked her head round the door leading to their bedroom, her dark brown rumpled from sleep as she gave him a lazy if slightly surprised smile. She looked as if she had been taken unawares. Draco tried not to roll his eyes when he noticed that even here, where there was no one else to see them apart from each other, she was still plastered in make-up, her war paint against the world. Astoria always claimed that is was because she was an MD and needed to make an impression but he knew otherwise. For Astoria, being seen without her make-up was like being seen wandering around Oxford Street stark naked; wearing the stuff was programed into her very bones. Personally, he thought she looked nicer au natural. But back to the point.

"Where were you? I made dinner, you know, and you didn't answer any of my calls."

Made dinner…Great; another thing for him to feel guilty about. "Err…I was out with friends from work; they ambushed me as I was leaving. I would have called but you know what they're like." He gave her a smile that almost definitely looked queasy, deciding that he must be so transparent he might as well be a window. Imagine his surprise when Astoria merely laughed.

"Stranger things have happened, as odd as it is to believe that the oh so serious Draco Malfoy would actually go out drinking with friends. I thought you considered those sorts of things beneath you?" Astoria stepped out from behind the doorframe, padding over to embrace her husband lightly and setting he slinky dressing gown swishing around her ankles. Suddenly, she noticed the bag. "What's that?"

"It's for you." Rather lamely, Draco thrust the bag at his wife, shifting nervously whilst she peered inside. Her eyes sparkled happily when she say the contents.

"Thank you, darling; I love this stuff!" Astoria planted a quick peck on his lips before her eyes abruptly narrowed. "But what's it for? Valentine's Day isn't for another three weeks at least."

Now for the challenging bit; lying convincingly. He couldn't just come out with the typical 'can't a man spoil his wife' quote; it sounded too suspicious. Instead the blonde Malfoy settled for a shrug. "I rarely ever get you anything." He explained, returning her kiss with a feather-light one of his own. "So I decided it's time to change that. Every day of the lead up to Valentine's Day, I'm going to get you something."

"Draco; there's no need." She chided him but looked pleased all the same. Yes, Draco Malfoy certainly had a way with woman.

"You go back to bed; I'm just going to grab a bite to eat. I haven't had anything since lunchtime and I'm ravenous." He gave her a cheeky grin and she rolled her eyes before retreating to the bedroom exactly as he'd said, causing Draco to raise an eyebrow. Normally, Astoria would insist that she cook him something, refusing to give in until she got her way and he grudgingly handed over the pot (not that he particularly minded because if there was one thing he definitely did love about Astoria, it was her heavenly cooking) so it was rather strange to be granted a free, and unsupervised, reign in the kitchen.

She knows, he thought with a thrill of fear. She knows I'm lying.

At one point during his adventure with the frying pam, Draco thought he heard voices and the sound of sheets being changed but when he ventured out into the lounge, silence reigned. He chose to retreat back into his haven where there was only the quietly hissing bacon to accuse him of his guilt. It tasted like cardboard in his mouth and he eventually gave up, choosing to finally return to that which he had earlier sought to avoid.

Astoria merely mumbled as he slid into bed beside her, turning over in her sleep and looping an arm across his chest, hair tickling his cheeks. Draco regarded her sad eyes, admiring how innocent she looked in slumber, hating how emotionless he continued to feel whilst gazing at his own wife. If it hadn't been for the constant sense of near overwhelming penitence eating away at his soul, he would have felt almost robotic. He glimpsed the newly purchased perfume bottles set out on the dresser and had to turn away, feeling like Lady Macbeth rubbing frantically away at bloodied hands which refused to be cleansed of their sins.

Even now, drenched in aftershave and safe within his own bed, the stench of sex remained.

But deep inside, past all the initial guilt and horror, some part of Draco relished the experience he had, a part that, now that it had been fed, would never be truly sated with the false nectar that was his wife.

It didn't bother Draco as much as it should that he knew Harry's words would come true. He would be back.

A/N: Once again,The Prologue and the first chapter are written by This Flawed Reflection. The second and third chapters are written by Requiem Of The Nameless Death, (xDivineBitchOfAPurebloodWitch). Chapters 4 and on will be written by me.