The Greatest Thing

A.N. This story contains a lot of sex (but it's not graphic and I will warn you when/if it will be) and slash.

This is a take off of Moulin Rouge. Kinda. Well, it's not exactly like it, but the basic plot doesn't really change. Except I don't kill anybody. Anyways, please read it. It really is good in my opinion.

Chapter 1

In a world where money is everything, what is love? In a world where money keeps you out of the streets with food in front of you, is there room in your life for anything else? In a world where money guarantees happiness, why even bother doing anything else? Is there time for anything else? Is there a reason for anything else? Do you want anything else, or is that empty hole inside of you easily filled with some type of currency? What about love, the greatest thing of all?

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"Sirius!" exclaimed James Potter, rushing down the stairs after his dark haired friend. Sirius Black stopped and turned around to look at his best friend. James caught up and started walking as Sirius resumed his brisk pace. Sirius smiled slightly at his messy dark haired friend. James grinned, making his blue eyes flash with a sly gleam.

"Yes?" he asked, trying to suppress the smile flashing upon his lips.

James shrugged and fell into step with him. "Where are you going?" he asked, looking at his friend out of the corner of his eyes. Sirius was staring forward, seemingly ignoring his friend. His intense, warmchocolate brown eyes were focused straight ahead and his raven black hair was elegantly falling across his face.

Sirius barked a soft laugh that echoed throughout the halls nonetheless. "I'm going to class, mate. Where are you going?"

Laughing, he answered, "I guess I'm going to class too."

"Well, that's good."

Silently, they walked to class together, each secretly staring at the other. Each were gay. Each liked each other. Each wanted to kiss each other until breathless. The only problem was, neither of them realized that the other wanted the same thing.

"I don't want to go to class," muttered James as they stopped outside the door of their class. Sirius glanced at him and chuckled.

"I'm sorry. We could ditch."

"Again?"

"You were the one who didn't want to go to class."

"That's a good idea, let's go."

With that said, both boys decided that it was a waste of time to go to class so they headed back to the Gryffindor common room. "You know," muttered Sirius as they walked, "Mooney is going to kill us later tonight."

"Oh well," responded James, muttering the password the portrait outside of their common room. She swung open and the two teenagers walked inside, collapsing onto the couch together.

"Ya know," started Sirius randomly, "I need to get a job."

Startled, James looked at his best friend. "Why would you need to get a job?"

"Well, I don't really have a place to live, do I?" asked Sirius matter-of-factly. The summer before their fifth year, Sirius had run away. During the last summer break, Sirius had stayed with the Potters, but he didn't want to stay at their house again for the summer before his seventh year. He felt like he was imposing and he hated feeling like that.

James sighed. "Sirius, you're going to stay with me, remember?"

He shook his head. "I can't, mate. You know I have to get my own place. I can't keep on depending on your family to support me."

"Well, it's not your fault that your own family wouldn't support you, so why should you suffer. Plus, where are you going to get the money for that. I mean, I know your Uncle Alphard left you some money, but that won't be enough to live off of."

"Hence the statement, 'I need a job'."

"And where are you going to get a job at Hogwarts?" Now James was intrigued.

Sirius just shrugged. "I'll find a way."

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Walking down the hall silently, Sirius glanced around to make sure no one was around. It was past curfew and he really didn't want to get caught. He hadn't been lying to James when he said that he needed a job. He hadn't been lying when he said he'd find a way either. Unfortunately, there was only one brilliant idea in order to get money. Prostitution.

He really needed to start supporting himself though, and if that was what it was going to take, then oh well. As long as James didn't find out and he didn't get pregnant he'd be just fine.

At that moment, he was on his way to meet his first customer. It was a Slytherin, most likely trying to find a way to humiliate him for everything that he had done to them. Sirius didn't care, as long as he waspaid well. And he could do without any pain for that matter. "Oh well," he thought numbly, "beggars can't be choosers."

He pushed the door open to the classroom where he had agreed to meet Lucius Malfoy and walked in. He had a feeling that it was going to be a highly unpleasant experience, but he was going to suck it up and go through with it. "Just think of what I'm earning. I'll be able to support myself without being a charity case."

The door opened behind him and Sirius slowly spun around, hoping that he looked seductive enough. He had a vague idea what Lucius would like and was hoping that it was working. Sure enough, Malfoy stood there, staring hungrily at Sirius's body. Sirius had to force himself to not grimace and flinch away from his gaze. He met Lucius's gaze and slowly walked towards him, swaying his slender hips ever so slightly. Lucius walked in, closing the door behind him and cast a locking charm.

"Well, I guess you really are going for prostitute, aren't you?" he said in a soft voice, walking forward and gently touched Sirius's chest, his fingers trailing up and down.

Resisting the urge to step back, Sirius smiled seductively, and leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Yes I have, but that also means that you have no right to touch me until I see money leaving your pocket and entering mine."

Pulling back, the other boy pulled out the money that Sirius was charging and threw them on the desk. Then, pulling Sirius over to him and kissing him hard on the lips, he purred, "There, I've paid you. I do believe I get to have my way with you."

"That's usually how it goes," gasped the dark haired boy as Lucius began nibbling on his earlobe. His hands began going lower to unbutton his pants.

"This is going to be fun," Sirius could hear Lucius murmur as his fingers began playing around with the button on his pants...

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"Where is he?" demanded James as he paced around the room. One minute Sirius had been with him and the next he was gone.

Remus Lupin, sitting on his bed studying, shrugged. He glanced up, his grey eyes tired and brown hair unkempt. "Maybe he's just taking a walk, or maybe he went to go get food. Who knows?"

James sighed and sat down. Immediately, though, he stood back up and walked to his trunk, pulling out a piece of parchment. It was the Marauders Map.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," he muttered, tapping it with his wand. Behind him he could hear Remus sigh. "What?"

"Aren't you being a little bit…oh I don't know, overprotective?" Remus asked, cocking his head to the side to examine his friend. James tried not to squirm under his friend's gaze. It seemed like he was reading him when he did that. Like he was looking straight through James.

"Maybe," a now defensive James retorted and began examining the map. Sure enough he found Sirius's name. But with reassurance came shock. There was Sirius's name, but why was Lucius Malfoy with him?

A.N. how was that for an intro? Lol. Yeah. I'm starting a new fic. I'm hoping you'll give this one a chance. Thank you for reading this. Please review and give me an honest opinion.