Like you all know, HP is not mine, it is the property of J.K Rowling, (all bow down to the woman richer than the queen!) Please don't sue me, cause I have no money or anything anyone would want…

Definite yaoi undertones. Actually, make that blatant yaoi-ness! Hohoho! You have been warned!

He was cold. Pulling at his scant clothing, he hurried through the back alleyways that he knew so well. He was coming down from his last high, and he knew that he would have to find a way to get another hit soon. And to do that, he needed some money. The last time that he had tried to get some money was when he offered to clean the windows of those muggle cars.

Muggle.

He didn't know where the word came from, but he regarded it with a sort of contempt. He couldn't exactly place where it came from, but he wasn't eager to try and remember either. He knew now that it was a good thing that he did not remember, would not even try to remember. Looking around though, he realised that it was too late to be looking for car windows to clean; the respectable people of this city would have already gone home.

So it will have to be the other way. 

Looking around, he headed towards the nearest club that he was familiar with. The Viper's Nest. The first time that he entered the establishment, there had seemed a sense of irony that he had laughed at. Only now he couldn't remember what was so ironic about the place. Heading down the flight of stairs, he pushed open the door with already shaking hands.

The thrumming of bass and the hum of people talking hit him like a wave, but he was used to such surroundings. He had been living this life ever since… ever since what? Shaking his head, he cleared his thoughts. He had only one agenda on his mind. Scoping out the place, he headed towards the bar. Knowing that it wouldn't take long, he ordered a whisky, and sat down. Looking around the club, he saw many other people his age dancing on the dance floor, moving to the music, watching with a mix of morbid fascination as a red-haired boy and a brown haired girl gyrated obscenely together, rubbing themselves close to each other.

"So, do you come here often?" Oh. What a refreshingly ingenious pick up line. Turning around, he looked into the almost black eyes of a man that was perhaps bordering on middle age, neatly dressed in a suit. Older than me, but still good looking.  

            "No. Just occasionally. And you?"

            "Ah. No." Slyly, he glanced over. "But I am glad that I did tonight." The unspoken suggestion hung heavily in the air.

Deciding to waste no time, the young man stood up. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom…" he gave the man a pointed look before waltzing off to the men's room. Walking in, he headed straight towards an empty cubicle at the far end of the room. Just as he was entering, he was roughly pushed from behind, and he heard the door slam shut behind him. Turning around, he was met with the sight of the man from the bar. Immediately, the man leant forward and started to kiss him on the neck, opening the neck of his shirt, hands groping around, rubbing at the pale skin of his chest.

"My, you're so beautiful…." Looking into his eyes, he started to unbuckle his belt. "Such a lovely mouth you have." I know where this is going. Hopefully he won't last long. Finally having undone his belt, he opened his trousers to reveal his erect manhood. Taking his cue, the young man trailed his mouth down the side of the mans neck, down his exposed chest, pausing on the way to flick his tongue over one of the man's stiff nipples, eliciting a muffled moan from the stranger.

Still moving downwards, he flickered his tongue into the man's navel before reaching his goal. Opening his mouth wide, he took in the other man all the way to the hilt. He felt a hand grasp at his long hair, painfully twining it around strong fingers. Goaded on by this reaction, he slowly pulled his head back before moving forward again, and again, and again. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, the man came into his mouth, groaning as he ground his hips towards the younger man's face.

Pulling back, he settled down on his knees on the floor, both men taking a moment to regain their breath. "You really do have a beautiful mouth, you know." The man said as he re-zipped his pants. Taking out his wallet, he dumped a wad of notes on the floor. "Why don't you go buy yourself something to put into it, hmm? You look like you need it." With that, he left the cubicle, straightening his tie as he left.         

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"…you look like you need it" Who did the man think he was? Why care about someone like me? Looking around, he headed into an alley where he knew that a certain acquaintance would be, hopefully with a stash of pills on him.

"Hey. Hey, you!"

Turning around, he saw two young men heading towards him. Putting his hand in his pocket, he fingered the butterfly knife that was hidden in it. "What do you want?"

"We saw you. In the club bathroom. With that other man." The taller and more built one of them said, drawing closer.

"And what's your point?"

"We heard you as well. You fag." Without warning, the man punched him in the stomach, winding him badly as he hit the ground. "You kind of people are disgusting!" Punch. Kick. The other man joined in. "yeah! Who did you think you were fooling? Everyone could hear you!" Kick. "Everyone!" Kick. Knowing that they would not be satisfied till they had broken all off his ribs, he curled into a small ball and let them kick him.

"What's going on here?" a new voice asked. "What… Stop That!!! You'll kill him!"

"If you know what is good for you, then you'll pretend you didn't see this." One of the assailants said. "Now get out of here." Turning back to the body on the ground, he gave it another swift kick.

"No! You've got to stop!"

"Oh yeah?! Make me!"

"Petrificus totalus!"

Suddenly, the two men that had been beating him up fell to the ground, arms and legs straight, as if bound. Their eyes still moved though, speaking of a wider panic at being rendered immobile so easily. Looking at the two men, he felt a rush of exultation go through him, wanting to leap up and laugh at them, kick them, make them bleed.

Moving slightly though, he was sure that he wouldn't be moving for a while. He groaned as he tried to sit up. Stop being so weak! Breathing heavily, he tried to get to his feet.

"You shouldn't move! You're hurt!" the stranger said, rushing over to him. Perhaps he is right. I'm feeling a little dizzy…. The world started to spin before him as a pair of strong hands grabbed him. Turning around, he saw himself gazing into a pair of bright emerald green eyes before he blacked out.

"…DRACO???"

AN; So, what do you think? Please read and review? Please????? Even a flame would make my day…. [and I am SO serious here, folks…]