Title: My Boyfriend, The Prostitute
Author: Kloak Dark aka Vale
Warnings: AU, OOCness based on AU, language, references to prostitution, slight sexual humor, and possible overuse of the word boner and other references to the male genitalia . A bit angsty.
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 and Sevvy's relationship. And Harry's pregnancy . . However, Draco will soon make his appearance, I promise –nods sagely-
Thank you to all those that reviewed chapter 2 And, they are: Hambres –first chapter review dance-, SeriousSiriusFan (I wasn't complaining girl . Did I help you out with your Snivvy/Harry fixation?), fragonknight01, safireflame –first time reviewer-, Atilla-the-Honey –also a first time reviewer- and yes Hon, Harry's a wizard, he's just not famous and wasn't sent to school at Hogwarts, hazel-3017, and even to Clodia who only reviewed to tell me I should add mpreg to my warnings list -.- which I am not doing btw since that's a spoiler… Yeah, people, if you're going to tell me to do something, please at least comment on the story itself while you're at it ;.;
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or Severus, I wish I did, but then I wouldn't get to see book seven…
In the aftermath of that question, there was lots of kissing, boners, fondling, and more sex than usual. Honestly, that's not what I expected when I asked him, but I wasn't going to complain either. I'm a smarter man than to question the motives of a pregnant anything, not to mention knowing better than to protest something that sweet in the first place. But that isn't the point.
It took awhile before I actually received an official answer from him, but from the actions I've just described, I think you and I both could figure out the answer to that question, the one that was really hard to get out, that I'm not going to repeat…
Either way, we're laying in bed, quite sticky and messy. It doesn't really bother me still he starts moving and the mess makes this squelching noise and starts feeling like it's trying to pull off my skin, then it's time to get cleaned up. After taking care of this, we're laying in the bed, clean, but very tired.
He always makes me tired, and right now I'm having trouble, even in my head, not referring to him as a young whippersnapper. Brat, that's what he is, a bloody insatiable brat. Well, he was a prostitute and a teenager at that, what am I supposed to expect? I suddenly feel very old, very old with a child on the way. Bad combination let me tell you, my bones are already protesting the chasing I'm going to have to do.
Sighing, I rolled over a bit and pulled him to me so that his back is against my chest. Merlin he smells good, even after sex… especially after sex… Damnit, not another boner! I'm too damn tired, old Moby will have to wait. It now occurs to me this refers to a muggle book, and not one I particularly enjoyed, and makes me cringe.
Right, back to his smell. Honestly, he really does smell wonderfully, especially his hair. As far as I can tell, he washed it with some sort of shampoo with vanilla in it, and used a similar soap. Oh Merlin… Damn boner… he should just get away from his lover, seeing as how his Willy didn't want to comply with the rest of his worn out body.
It was during musings such as these that he chooses to speak, always when I'm uncomfortable. "I will be yours, forever, Severus Snape." I hadn't even noticed before that he'd taken my hand, and only noticed now because he kissed each knuckle and then my palm. It's certainly an odd thing to suddenly realize… Along this line, I'd like to mention I'm now smirking.
Leaning in, I kiss right behind his ear and then nuzzle his neck with my nose. I had sort of figured out his answer after all, but it needed to be confirmed for me to be truly at ease. Of course, this means we'll actually have to start telling people about it. It's one thing to have him live with me, but, the whole fact of the baby, and if they were to be bonded… Well, I'd actually like to have people there.
"So, big ceremony or little?"
He chuckles at me and then turns to catch my lips, teasing me with that tantalizing, overly experienced tongue. "Huge…"
"Mmm. I can handle that." It didn't trouble me one bit to return his teasing with a bit of my own, though most of the time with him I'm too impatient to tease him. Going for cream filling and all that… I really must stop watching the telly, the muggle advertisements are warping my brain. "I assume we're telling our familiars about this now?" When I say familiars, I mean the staff members, and a few other select people. Not to mention Albus, though with my luck I'm sure he's figured it out and will just twinkle at me when I walk in and ask if my family can stay here.
He rolled over so that he was facing me, looking a bit forlorn at the moment. I arch my eyebrow slightly. "You, don't mind if I invite my workmates, do you?" Oh wow. It's not that he asked, just, the way he refers to them, I really want to laugh right now, and laughing is something Severus Snape cannot do… just like getting into a relationship with a prostitute, getting them pregnant, and asking them to marry me… Okay, so I just laughed, I'm already being very uncharacteristic today as it is.
"Course I don't, as long as they're your friends it's your decision." He was giving me an odd enough expression because I laughed, so I just kissed him and pulled the covers over us. We were going to need sleep…
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When I woke up, I saw a piece of paper on the bedside table. Yawning and stretching, I reached over and snagged it, letting my eyes wander over it. The ending was cute… 'Stay sexy, Severus' What a crazy man… The crazy man who fell for me as I walked out of dark alley, dirty, grimy, and covered with cum. I sometimes wonder just how kinky he is, but the thought is usually driven out of my mind when I feel one of his random boner. I think it bothers him that I have more self control then he does, but then again, I did make a living out of sex.
Yawning and stretching again, I slip out of bed and into the shower, turning the water up on high. As the water hits me, the heat spreads a burning pleasure through me, relaxing every muscle. My lips part to let out a loud moan. God that feels so bloody good… bloody boner.. Suppose I could make Sev very happy when he gets home. The thought spreads a sly smile onto my features.
Stepping out of the shower, I look at myself in the mirror. It's a very handy mirror, since it's been charmed not to fog up. Tilting my head from side to side, and turning it to look at every angle, I let out a sigh. I run a thumb over my lips. My lover is always telling me I have a delicate, innocent look, and pouty lips. I suppose it's true, that's how I make my money, by having a pouty kissable mouth, but, I don't see the innocence. Maybe it's because I'm the only one who knows just how much these lips have been kissed, tainted, smeared with the fluids of the random males and a few regulars.
The high cheek bones so regarded as a beautiful, feminine trait, seem just like an easier way to make a quick buck, a trait that allows even larger males fit easily. I'm not overly thin, I even have girlish hips, enhanced by how short the breadth of my shoulders is. Idly, I trace along the line of my pelvis and then trace around my abdomen. They're already tender with making room for the baby.
Even when thinking of the child that I carry, his child, I cannot stop thinking of who I was. The eyes he finds so gorgeous, the eyes that drew him in on that street corner, the eyes that drew countless men in on that street corner. They are a lovely emerald, deep and seemingly endless, my mother's eyes.
Tears slide down my cheeks without even a warning, and my body starts to tremble as I quietly cry. Everyone tells me I look like my dad, with my mom's eyes, but I think they only see that because I'm a boy. When I look at pictures of the three of us, I see facial features from her, though they are slight. I do have his nose and messy hair, which have only added to my pretty picture.
I'm not disgusted with myself, I liked my work, even if I got a few people I didn't particularly enjoy, it was a fun job. No, it's just when I see their features turning me into such a good fucktoy that it hurts. It hurts how perfectly I was made for my job, looked down upon by so many simply because it proved that their 'hard working, moral' coworkers, and people just like them, still needed that little kick of immorality, that taste of sin.
I run my index finger over my lips again, mouth slightly opened as I regarded myself. Sighing, I straightened up and slipped towel around my waist, sighing again as I realized I'd thoroughly soaked the floor. If it had been a client I wouldn't care, but, it was Severus, and so I cleaned it up promptly.
Walking out of the bathroom, I dried my hair and just let the towel sort of hang as I slipped on a pair of shorts and then moved it out of the way as I slipped into a white t-shirt. I had pretty good timing, since at that moment there was a soft 'whush' in the fireplace signalling someone's arrival. Towel still on my head, I walked out into the sitting room where the fireplace was connected to a flu connection.
When I saw who it was, I just grinned and tackled him, kissing all over his face. He was laughing and grinned at me like the Cheshire cat. "Well hullo to you too. What's this I hear about my babe being pregnant?" I just chuckled at him and kissed his nose.
"Nice to see you too Drakey, thanks for asking how I've been." Not that I really minded, he was just concerned, and still trying to spread humor by calling me his babe. It of course worked, since he's Draco, and I can't be sad around him, mainly since he would start tickling me if I was.
He leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Yes, it is nice to see you, and you've been fine as far as I can tell from your letters. So, what exactly is going on?"
We talked for about an hour about the whole baby thing, then the Snape thing, and somehow he got me to give him descriptions of the sex… we now both have boners thanks to his perverted curiosity. Suppose I should tell Severus that our sex is hot enough to give several veteran prostitutes boners.
Somehow, while eating sandwiches, I got tackled and my sexy blond friend started tickling me. It's probably needless to say we ended up in a very… sexual looking position, which I don't really want to describe, just suffice to say that we were severely entangled.
And then Severus walked in the door. What really stunned me were the words that came out of his mouth, after he managed to pick it up off the floor and get on his angry face. "Draco! What the hell are you doing here!" Of course, even though he'd left off the 'with my lover' it was practically hanging in the air. But, what was said next was more stunning even than the fact that Severus and Draco knew each other.
"Uh, hullo Uncle Severus."