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Chapter 5: Our sex lives revealing part 1

"Son?" James Potter called as Harry was walking down the stairs.

"Yes, father?"

"I was wondering, what happened to that nice apartment Blaise got you?" His father asked with concern.

"Oh, um... the doorman was splurged; Blaise figured it wasn't safe there and I should go find some place else until he figures out what to do."

His father sighed. "Sometimes I wonder if I was right in introducing him to you. It was probably my fault. I shouldn't have gotten you into this gangster mess."

"Dad, if it wasn't for him, I probably would have been starving to death on the streets, and you wouldn't have been any better."

"Yes, but still..." Harry didn't need to say anything; he knew what his father meant. "So, tell me about the red-head, son? He treatin' you right? He seemed like a good kid."

"Oh no, we're not dating. He just needed a place to stay. That's all."

"I see. So you just saw this boy on the street, think he's cute, and invited him to our home?"

"No." Harry said defensively. "I met him at Fat Zam's."

His father rolled his eyes. "Well, if you're sure you know what you're doing." He said before walking away.

"Hey, Blaise, can I talk to you?" The dark haired, green eyed man said as the mafia boss walked into his office. There were very few people who were allowed to call him 'Blaise'. In fact, there were only two people who called him by his first name and were left unscathed. Draco, who was his boyfriend, and Harry.

"Harry, please sit down. What are you doing here so early in the morning?" The man asked as he sat down opposite the other man.

"About my apartment, have you found another one for me yet?"

"Unfortunately, no, during a crisis like this, it's hard to tell who's secretly working for that lounge lizard Malfoy. I'm not sure who I can trust anymore. So where are you staying right now?"

"With Mama and Papa, but it's not even safe there no more. We were attacked last night by the trench coat gang." Blaise put his head in his hands and sighed.

"Well, I suppose you should just lay low right now. Be careful, my Harry, I've lost a lot of good men and women to that bastard."

There was silence for a few minutes.

"Um, Blaise, there's also some thing else... you see I'm kinda short on cash right now and I was wonderin' if you happen to have a job available right now that I could do."

Blaise smirked evilly at that.

"I'm not sure if there are any jobs available right now but..." He shifted forward as his hand found Harry's thigh under the desk. "I'm sure we can figure something out."

"You know I don't do jobs like that no more, Blaise." Harry stiffened, his lips tightening slightly as he said this.

"Don't you want the money?" Blaise said softly as he continued to stroke Harry's thigh, his hands roaming further up his leg. Harry was silent.

"Listen, don't think of it as a job, okay? I mean, when you told me that you're not gonna do this anymore, you didn't give me any warning. Come on, just one more time, for old time's sake."

"What old time's sake Blaise? You stole my boyfriend then started paying me to have sex with you." Harry meant it as a joke, but it only brought on an awkward silence.

"Oh, come on, you know you mean more to me than that, Harry. You're like family to me," Zam said honestly.

"Well, then I'm relieved that you're an orphan. God knows what you'd do to your brothers if you did have any," Again Harry tried to cut the tension with a joke. Just then, Blaise reached over across the desk and brushed his lips against Harry's, forcing his tongue into the young man's warm mouth. Instinctively, Harry responded, massaging the other's tongue with his own.

It took a few moments before Harry realized what he was doing and pushed Blaise away. Blaise looked a little annoyed.

"I said I quit that job, Blaise," He said, looking down at the floor.

Blaise sighed before reaching for his wallet. "Well, in that case, here." He said handing Harry some money. "I'm just lending this money to you alright? You're gonna have to pay me back later."

Harry smiled brightly, taking the money and sniffing it fondly. "Thanks, Blaise." He said before giving the man a peck on the cheek and walking away.

"Oh and Harry, if you ever changed your mind, you're always welcome in my bed," Blaise said before Harry left the room.

"Thmmph" Ron muffled as he stuffed the hot dog he just bought into his mouth.

"No problem," Harry replied as he watched the fiery red-head take the long sausage into his mouth again, devouring the length. The dark haired man smiled. The boy was so innocent he didn't even realize what a picture he was making.

"So, where are we going?" Ron asked.

"Well, I was thinking, we'd go to Central Park and relax for a bit. The last few days had been rather troublesome for you and me both, I'm sure. Then maybe tonight I can take you to a Broadway show or somethin'. I know you love the stage."

"Yes, I do," Ron said with a sweet little smile before taking another bite of the hotdog. "Thank you."

"Well, shall we?" Harry gave Ron his arm. Ron looked at him uneasily, but took it anyway. He didn't want to be rude to someone who was being so nice to him.

Harry smiled that charming smile again as he waved for a cab to take them to Central Park.

"So what are you going to do now, Ron? You won't go back to the speakeasy, will you?" Harry asked; they'd just spent the entire day together. Harry had shown Ron all of his favorite places in the city. It was rather late in the evening now as they sat in front of Harry's favorite club drinking shots of tequila and listening to soft music.

"No, I definitely won't go back after that embarrassment. No, I was thinkin' I'd try my luck at the Bijoux theatre tomorrow." Ron replied with certainty.

"You mean the Gilderoy Lockhart Magic show?"

"He walked out. They're looking for a replacement now. It's a muggle show so I can use my magic and just act like a muggle."

"Oh, he walks out every week and every week they have auditions and every week he walks back in again. But don't let that put you off." Harry said sarcastically.

"Oh, I won't," Ron replied, pouting slightly as he took another shot.

"So, just out of curiosity," Ron said after a few minutes. "Why is Fat Zam ?" he said as he used his hands to gesture the mafia boss's stomach shape. "He's not pregnant or something is he?"

Harry gave a warm laugh. "No, he's not pregnant, Ron. Looks like it though doesn't he?"

Ron nodded. "So why does he look like that? He certainly doesn't look fat, I mean he actually looked rather... handsome."

"Yes he does..." Before an awkward silence (which he knew was coming) started, he told him the story.

"Well, it started like this. You see the potion that can transform a man into a woman was only invented about 10 years ago. Before that, we needed to use this very long and complicated ritual. Anyway Fat Zam was one of the people who helped invent this potion. This was before he became a Mafia.

"Anyway, the ministry of magic banned this potion and all the information about it was to be destroyed. They were very much against transexuals using it to transform themselves into women or men. Back then it was still illegal to be gay in the Wizarding world. So after hearing this, Fat Zam made a copy of the ingredients, then took off for the muggle world. After a while he started making these potions and selling them to rich closet case wizards. He made a lot of money from this, as well as many connections to powerful people."

"What's that got to do with his bulging stomach?" Ron cut in as he took another shot he knew he should not be taking. He was surprised he hadn't passed out already; he was never that good at holding liquor. Looking at Harry he noticed that the man had drunken twice as much as he had.

"Well, as you know the potion doesn't last very long, two days is the longest and Blaise decided that maybe he should have a more long lasting potion made. Anyway he started experimenting and after he lengthened the time the potion lasts to a week he started trying for one that would last even longer. Unfortunately, some thing went wrong with the potion, it had worked with animals but when he tried to use it, it went down his throat but stayed in his stomach without being digested. It reacted with the acid in the stomach or something I suppose, and caused his stomach to inflate. That's not the only thing that happened to it though, you know his stomach actually glows green in the dark too."

Ron laughed.

"So what happened after that?" he asked.

"Well, he freaked out. His stomach bulging like that caused him to be very self conscious. After that he started using every way he could to make other parts of his body look perfect. Hence the Blaise you see today. He abandoned the experiment after that; giving the ingredients only to his illegal potion masters he hired to do the potion making for him. And then with all the money and connections he made, he started on his way to become a mafia. After the potion making, he moved on to owning brothels, then branching out to the underground dueling competition. And then his greatest accomplishment: the first homosexual speakeasy, 'The Grand Slam'.

"Then he branched out even further from just wizards and then started making deals with muggles. It was highly illegal, but he was so powerful by that time that no one at the ministry could arrest him for anything." Harry paused for a while to take yet another shot of tequila. This time, Ron noticed how he sucked at the lemon before he did so and felt a light shiver.

"The name 'Fat Zam' was first used by a muggle newspaper company. It was very catchy and caught on, much to Blaise' great annoyance. He's the second vainest man I've ever met, you know," Harry said as he swirled the tiny glass and looked through it at Ron's young face.

"Who's the vainest then?"

"His boyfriend."

Then they both burst out laughing, drunkenly and loudly.

"So... tell me how you came to know Fat Zam." There was silence after this.

"Why this sudden interesting me, Ron?" He said with a suggestive smirk. "Not starting to fall for me now, are you?"

"No!" Ron denied defensively. "Never."

They both took another shot.

"You don't have to be in denial, Ron." Harry draped his arms around the red headed boy and pulled himself into Ron's personal space. "I know you find me sexy. No man can escape the irresistible charm of 'Harry Potter'" His voice sounded breathless in his attempt to sound seductive in his drunkenness. Then again the man burst out laughing.

"Ok, I think we've had enough to drink. Maybe we should go home." Ron said nervously, feeling the breath of the other man on his flushed cheeks, making him go even redder.

Ron began hauling Harry up, his arms still draped around Ron's shoulders. "Keep it on the tab," the dark haired man called to the bartender who just nodded in reply. Then Harry turned back to Ron and wound his other arm around him before mashing his lips to the boy's soft ones.

Ron's eyes widened in surprise before he pushed Harry away. The man fell to the floor in a heap. No one in the club seemed to mind that there were two men kissing, or that one of them was now lying on the floor.

Shaking his head and trying not to think, Ron hauled him back up again and half dragged, half carried him to a cab for a ride back to Harry's place

After arriving back at the restaurant, Ron helped Harry throw up in the bath room. Then, Ron helped him brush his teeth.

Then sitting back down on the floor, his hair even more of a mess than before, his breath smelling of mint from his toothpaste mixed with the smell of liquor and vomit on his body, and his hypnotic green eyes half closed, he asked Ron to help him out of his clothes so he could take a bath.

Since it was past midnight, everyone in the house was asleep. And Ron couldn't possibly let this man who'd been so nice to him pass out unconscious in the bathroom with vomit all over him.

With an exasperated sigh, Ron turned on the warm water and started unbuttoning the man's shirt.

He paused slightly as he reached the trousers, absentmindedly he felt his lips which had been numb since the kiss. What the hell is wrong with you? He thought to himself, just do it, already. Biting his lips, Ron started to take off the man's pants. Upon pulling them down, he was greeted with the sight of the man's pale, shapely legs.

Ok, what am I gonna do about his underwear? Ron asked himself because there was no way he was going to take them off.

And why not? A part of his brain asked.

Well because, he's gonna be naked and well... he's gonna be naked. That was the only reason he could come up with.

And why are you so nervous about seeing him naked? Ron definitely had no answer to that one, but knew that if he did see the man naked; his life would never be the same again. Ron turned back to the mop head leaning against the wall. He gave a small moan as he was now trying in vain to take his underwear off by himself.

"Can you help me with this Ron?" He murmured. Ron was surprised the man hadn't already passed out. Ron pulled the man up to his feet so that he was leaning against the wall, and then kneeling down in front of him, his hands found the waistband of the man's white linen boxers. Ron closed his eyes, trying to pull the waistband so that his fingers don't rub against the other man's thigh.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, it didn't work.

Ron froze. The skin was so soft contrasting against the hard muscles he knew were underneath it. The red-head still kept his eyes shut and continued with the task of stripping his host. This time, he pulled at the elastic waist band even more, hoping it wouldn't stretch.

"This is ridiculous." He mumbled to himself.

Then he realized now that closing his eyes had been completely useless because now, he had to take the man into the small bath tub. Ron licked his lips nervously. What now? He thought.

It was at that moment that Harry decided to pass out on him as he slid from the wall he was leaning on to the floor.

When Ron felt the body next to him fall the ground, he automatically opened his eyes. And there it was, what he was afraid he would see. The man was now lying on the floor, his skin so pale that he could have been mistaken for a vampire. There was a thin layer of black curls on his lower abdomen, getting thicker as it lead lower to the man's long, uncut cock. Ron bit his lips as he envisioned the length erect. He snapped out of it after a few moments and realized he'd been staring at the man's dick for five minutes already.

"Get a grip on yourself!" He said again before hesitantly going back to the older man and checking his pulse. The dark haired man was deep in sleep. Ron sighed once more before he started pulling the man up, dragging him to the tub. Carefully, he placed the unresisting body into the clear, warm water. Then the red-head smiled, Harry looked so young, like a child fast asleep as he lets his mother bathe him gently.

Ron gave a small smile as he reached for the soap and then started lathering the pale canvas of Harry's skin. His hands lightly caressed the man's chest, then his arms. After that, he started soaping the man's legs, all the while, trying hard not to think about what he was doing. After that, he flipped Harry over and was once again greeted with the view of that round, moon shaped ass. It scared him how tempted he was to touch it. But he didn't.

Ron didn't dare touch the man's package either, so he just stopped at the man's thigh and moved on to the thick black mop on his head. The shampoo had a floral scent and Ron couldn't help getting closer and smelling it as he messaged the man's scalp.

Once he was done, he picked the man up and dried him gently with a fluffy towel. Then he ran over to the drawer to get Harry's pajama bottoms. He helped Harry into them before getting the dark haired man to bed. He pulled the covers over his body before giving him a chaste kiss on his forehead and going to the bathroom to take a bath himself.

Once the door was closed, Harry opened one eye and smiled broadly to himself before going to sleep.

Draco Malfoy stood alone on the balcony outside Blaise's penthouse. It was a warm summer night and he was leaning over the concrete ledge in only his red bathrobe, a lit cigarette in his hands as his pale silver eyes gazed into the lighted city of New York.

Then the man felt the warm protective arms of his lover wrapping around his slim waist.

Blaise nuzzled at the blondes neck, giving it light kisses and nibbling at his ear. "What are you doing out here, Dray? Come back to bed." His breath was warm against Draco, and he leaned into the other man's touch.

It was three in the morning, most people were still asleep and the people who weren't, weren't the kind of people who would bother them. They were seven floors up anyway, so no one will really notice that there were two men embracing each other and that one of them was the infamous mobster king. Or that one of them had a glowing green stomach.

"I'm just thinkin', that's all."

"About what?"

"Oh, you know, this and that." Translation: he didn't want to talk about it.

"Well, if anything's troubling you, you always have me, you know," Blaise said softly.

"My, my, aren't you sweet? Don't let anyone else in this town hear that. You could lose your reputation, Mr. Zam," Draco said teasingly, but they both knew it was true.

"So, Dray, now that I've shown you I do care, can you please tell me your last name already?"

"No," The blond answered curtly. The other man shook his head and sighed.

"I don't know why I even bother. How do I know I can trust you when I know almost nothing about you?"

"You don't," Draco answered mysteriously as he inhaled his cigarette, like he always did, "And just because you don't know my past doesn't mean you don't know me, Blaise." He added, not meaning to sound so reassuring, but that's how it came out.

Blaise tightened his hold on his boyfriend. "But I don't know what makes you... you. I don't know what you've been through, what your family is like, why you've chosen this life. If it wasn't for the money and the power, would you be here with me now?"

"If I wasn't beautiful, would I be here now?" Draco countered, he turned back to face Blaise and blew a cloud of grey smoke in his face. Blaise's face was completely still for a moment, they stared into each other's eyes, black onyx eyes against the shine of silver.

"I think we both know the answer to that question, Blaise. We should stop fooling ourselves. We know what we want from each other." Draco concluded coldly before turning around and walking away.

"So if I lose all of my money and all of my power, you're going to leave me?" Draco stopped, but did not turn around, nor did he say anything. "I love you Dray." The words were spoken like bad news and Draco could hear both the bitterness and the hint of hope in Blaise' voice.

Draco silently swallowed. "The last man who said that to me lost his home, his dignity, his pride, his innocence, and everything that he knew in his life. I fear for you, Blaise Zambini," He said before walking back into their bedroom.

Tom Riddle sneered as he threw his luggage onto the old rickety bed. The two aurors were at a very small and cheap hotel where they would be staying until they either solved their case, or their holiday started.

"I don't know why we had to stay in such a horrid place."

"It's to keep a low profile, sir, we wouldn't want those muggles finding out who we are," Snape replied as he started unpacking.

"Yes, but I don't know why we have to stay in this god awful place? I mean, can't we keep a low profile at a nicer hotel?" Being the rich spoiled brat that he was as a child, Tom Riddle had always been accustomed to the finer things in life. And though his skill as an auror was the best of the best, and he had risked his life for others - many, many times for the safety of others - He'd never been in any situation where he was unclean for more than a day. And now he was going to have to live in this filthy place for who knows how long. The thought was as terrifying as it was disgusting.

"Well, you know the ministry's having a bit of a budget problem now, sir, and not all of us can have the luxury you have." He regretted it the moment it left his mouth. But his boss said nothing as the silence hung heavily in the room.

Then instantly, Severus felt a sharp sting across his face. It burned like fire and spread through out his body as he gave a slight shiver. Whether it was from pain of pleasure, he didn't know.

"Don't you ever disrespect me like that again, Snape." His voice was cold, just like the expression on his face. His pale pink lips were in a tight line and his turquoise eyes like a vortex in the ocean on a hot day.

"Yes, sir." Snape replied humbly, his black hair falling over his face as he stared down at the floor. Severus Snape had never worked with Captain Tom Riddle before; he was surprised no one had warned him about the man's anger.

But from what he heard from other people who'd worked with him before, he was a rather relaxed man. So why was he like this to him now? Did the man hate him already? But if he did hate him, surely a man like Tom Riddle wouldn't use violence, no; he seemed more like the type of person who would act as a gentleman no matter what situation he was in.

So why did he hit me? Snape thought as he turned back to the small bed.

Why did I hit him like that? Tom thought. He had never hit his inferiors before, and if he did there would be a much better reason for it than that, and he would have used his wand to do it.

But for some reason, he felt like he'd been waiting to hit the smaller, dark, vampire-like man, expecting it, and almost wanting it.

He looked back at Severus Snape. The man said nothing and continued as if nothing had happened. Tom found himself admiring the younger man, noticing how the black robes covered his body, reminding him of black wings, his slick black hair covering his face making him even more mysterious and alluring.

He wanted to hurt the man again. He knew he would.

TBC

OK, that made no sense right? Did any of you get what was going on? I hope you did, I know that a lot of people think this story is confusing. Well, I hope it was okay; I can't believe it took me so long to write it.

Anyway in case you're wondering, Draco/Blaise have an open relationship. I'll probably go into more details on this later. And Harry WAS a prostitute. Anyway when this story is done I'm thinking of writing a prequel; it might make this story make more sense if I did. What do you guys think?

Please review.