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 as all of you know, Draco has now entered the scene.
Thank you to all those that reviewed chapter 4 And, they are: wannabe–first time reviewer dance- SeriousSiriusFan (Who is now my official cheerleader . I think she's reviewed like every chapter),ixmiso, and MyFictionalAnnihilation (who seemed to especially like the 'indirectly fucked my godson' bit in the last one –snickers- ) –first time reviewer dance- And I throw you all confetti! A reminder, 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…
It'd been a few weeks and I was still rather hung up over the whole Draco incident, and my young lover seemed like he would rather avoid the subject, and me, altogether at the moment. Maybe he was as weirded out as I was when I finally realized who Harry was… the Godson of my much hated schoolmate Sirius Black, and the son of my even more hated schoolmate, who I won't say anything more about out of a slight respect for the dead. Would have discovered it sooner had Potter not been a relatively common name.
I should probably stop kicking myself about it, if he'd cared he would have said something. I think.
When I was younger, and mildly interested in women, I used to think that they were confusing. Over the years, I have discovered the truth: so are men. The thing about the complexity of a male, unfortunately, is that they are complex on a whole different level. So even if one understood the basic complexity of one, they cannot treat the other complexity in the same way. Harry has made this more apparent to me than ever.
We're both sitting by the fire in my bedroom, except he's sitting on the floor in front of his chair and I'm grading papers in mine. After the school term started, we've been too busy to think about much anyways, so it might be a good thing we feel like keeping our distance or this could be a very frustrating time.
I know he's been thinking about the bonding ceremony, because he asked me the other day if I still wanted to do it. It's hard to believe how fragile he can be sometimes, with what he did for a business. But I suppose his business and his love life are very different, which I must confess I am rather grateful for.
This is not something I deal with easily, most likely because I've had one relationship since I started teaching and it's one I'd prefer to forget because absolutely nothing went right with it.
As I let out a sigh his head turns towards me, tilted just a titch to the left to show his concern without saying a word. I reflect on the fact that sometimes it seems like I have a cat rather than a young man living with me. This is only enhanced when he crawls over pulls himself into my lap, tucking his head under my chin. I think his actions were brought on because I was rubbing my temples, as I have a bit of a headache.
The headache happens to be forgotten since I do have a rather sexy, lithe creature wiggling around in my lap. Damnit Johnson, go away! This is what I get for going without for two weeks and then dealing with children… I need a stress reliever. All I can do is scowl at him when he starts to giggle, signalling to me he knows exactly what affect he's having on me.
Leaning in, I nibble on his ear, wrapping my arms gently around him and sighing. A tremor runs through his slight body as my breath floats over the back of his neck. It's odd the way his body still reacts to just the merest of my touches, but I can't exactly complain.
Apparently tired of my teasing, he turns and captures my lips, doing a little teasing of his own with that sinfully sweet tongue. His hands ghost down my body, torturing me with the light touches that arouse but don't satisfy. Bloody boy has me at attention before my own digits can find their way into that mess he calls his hair.
As I can't particularly remember much after that, specifically anyways, let's just suffice to say we didn't even make it to the bed, and that it was very warm by the fire, a perfect place to bask in the afterglow and hold a sated lover.
It was all fine and dandy, I didn't just say that, until there was a knock on the door. We just did the quick thing and threw on robes, but when I opened said door, I realized what an awful idea that had been, and being fully clothed would have been a much better idea. Why? Because Sirius Black and Remus Lupin are standing there, and one of them is giving me a death glare.
I'm hoping you can guess which one is glaring at me, and if you can't, I'll make it easy… It's the one named after a constellation. The other one, damn him, is smiling and waving at me. Unfortunately, Harry waved back, which made the mutt even angrier so now he looks like he wants to rip my throat out.
"Well, I see someone finally informed you of the situation."
He had an extremely guilty look on his face, but he was still grinning. Looks like he'd missed them while he was with me. I feel bad for depriving the wolf, but the mutt can deal with it. His godson left his house to go be a prostitute, there's something wrong with that picture.
"Can we please get dressed before you attempt to rip my head off?" I levelled my own glare, and although Sirius didn't seem to want to leave Harry alone with me, like I could actually DO anything to him in that time, Remus simply said 'sure' very cheerfully and dragged him out of the doorway, which I promptly slammed.
Not really sure what they were talking about, but we emerged a few minutes later. I was in my regular school robes, in other words, only part of my hands and face were showing. My raven haired lover happened to be wearing much more than usual, including a loose black turtleneck that I think belongs to me, which seems odd because he's wearing tight dark grey pants… I really can't understand him.
Fixing my glare once again on the mutt, he snarled at me. They were sitting on our couch… not mine, but OURS. The one I bought because Harry said we needed something more comfortable and colourful, and the mutt is sitting on it. I am going to use a sterilizing charm on that later, I swear. "So, what do you want puppy dogs?"
And there goes that reproachful look. Boing. I don't think it's ever done that before. Not when he's giving me a look like that anyways. Merlin, I am sooo glad I wear loose robes, otherwise this would be, well, more uncomfortable than usual.
"He's my godson Severus!"
"I don't care who's godson he is, I don't even care who's son he is at this point, all I care about is the fact that I love and apparently he loves me back. Though by telling you it makes me wonder." That joke isn't that hard to catch, especially with the way Harry is blushing and Remus seems to be trying not to giggle. However, Sirius generally attempts NOT to see humor in my actions.
"Don't take his love lightly, enough people have done that." He growled.
I almost replied, but before I had the chance, he'd made an odd yowling sound and I realized that the mutt's lover, horrid thought, had stomped on his toes. The worst part was when Harry started laughing, which almost made me smile. As it was, I smirked because it suits me better.
"Well, it's easy to see which pup runs the doghouse."
And there goes the blushing. Incredible, the werewolf actually doesn't look half bad when he isn't looking in general apathetic. It's always better to keep Sirius fuming too, since it seems to be the most natural and non-creepy expression he has. Besides, I want to hit him too much when he smiles.
After that whole scene, everything went pretty smoothly, with the mutt and I constantly glaring at one another while our lovers discussed the bonding ceremony. I'd been informed that Remus is going to help with the planning, which I had already suspected, and when the other two weren't around Sirius kept threatening me with what he thought was horrible things he would do if I ever hurt his precious godson. I still want to hit him, but for Harry's sake, I'm controlling the urge.
The funniest part about this whole thing is that as soon as we got them out of my chambers, it was back to the bedroom.
"Wow, someone's happy!" Giggling.