Title: Escaping to life

Author: Greeneyes

Disclaimer: Not mine it's hers

Rating: NC 17

Paring: H/L Later H/L/?

Warnings: Slash, male and male if you don't like don't read

Spoilers: Books 1-5 but is AU

Author''s Notes: (reposed)

Chapter 2

Flying over Surrey, enjoying the cool air whipping around my body. I was looking for a good place to stop, just for a day or two. Spotting a lighted park area, I began checking to see if the area was clear to set down. I could see no one around. I glided my broom down, landing without a sound. After I climbed off my fire-bolt, letting the circulation return to my legs. I removed my cloak, after looking around. Stashing it into my pocket.

I never noticed the other person watching me...

Out of the corner of my eye, I seen someone appear out of nowhere. ''Well, well, well, what do we have here?'' I whispered to myself, with barely a sound escaping. Pondering who it could be. As they did not apparate, for there was no sound to be heard. Hmm, "I think I will follow along just so I can find out who it is"

I found that the park, was next to a motel. Pulling my cloak out, I covered my broom with it. I headed toward the front door thinking. 'I will just get myself a room for two nights'. Just so I could think over what I was going to do next, and to let my body rest. 'After I get the Gringots owl tomorrow. I will have a better idea, of what my next plan of action will be.' I thought too myself.

I pulled open the front door, entering the brightly lit room. A man, who appeared to be around 45 to 50 years of age. Acknowledged me from behind the front desk. He had kind hazel eyes, with a slim silver pair of eye glasses. His midnight black hair was graying above the ears. He had an average build with a height, of 5'' 9"" 5'' 10"". He greeted me with a pleasant smile. His voice was a soothing tenner, that put me at ease at once.

"May I help you young man?"

"I would like a room for two nights please."

"Certainly sir. May I have your name please?"

"Zac. Zac James"

"Well Mr. James that will be forty pounds a night for a total of eighty pounds.""

"That's fine; do you have room service here?"

"Yes, would you like to have something sent to your rooms?"

"Please do, I have been traveling most of the night, and I could use a good meal and rest." I explained with a slight smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

"I will have something sent up in a short while. Will that be all this evening?" He inquired, with a gentle smile.

"Yes, that will be all for now. Thank you" I said in a weary voice, then paid him for the next two nights. Getting my key to room number 18. I walked slowly up the stairs. Looking at the numbers as I passed each door in the hall. Until I came upon number 18 and opened the door...

Well, well, it appears to be Potter. I must get a room and see what he is up to. The Dark Lord would very interested in knowing, that the brat is not under Dumbledore's protection. I wonder what has brought Mr. Potter out of hiding. I will find out, and then I will let the Dark Lord know what I have learned.

I entered the room with a relived sigh. Shutting the door behind me. Merlin I am so tired. All I want is to clean myself up and sleep. Looking around the room, I noticed a comfortable double bed. It had a creamy, light yellow sheet and blanket set.' It looks so inviting.' Exploring the room further, with my eyes. After dropping my cloak and broom. I also took note, of a small round wooden table. With two matching chairs in the corner. On the other side was a door. which I presumed led the bathroom.

Making my way over to the door, pulling it open. I could not wait to jump into the shower. Cleaning my body up before I ate. looking at my reflection, in the mirror. That was hanging above the sink, I scowled at my appearance. "How could I even think I could find someone." "Who would ever want to be with me, looking like this?" I mutter to myself. My face was pale, with a pinched look to it. Bruise markings under my dark green eyes. Resulting from lack of sleep. My hair that I let grow out, over the last two months. Was tangled from the windy broom ride, resting on my shoulders in a tangled heap. Turning to the shower, I adjusted the taps to my liking. Stepping under the hot water; letting it run down my body. I cast my mind over what my ideal partner would be like.

Getting a room was easier than I thought. Then to my luck, was placed beside The Boy Who Lived. Making things that much easier to spy on him. Entering my room, a sneer appearing on my face. My cold gray eyes began looking over everything in the room with distaste. "Muggles call this a room?" "I have seen better rooms for house elves." " Well it will have to do for now." I snarled quietly.
Pulling out my wand, I cast a seeing spell. That would let me see and hear through the walls. That way I could watch what the brat was up to. "Oh, Mr. Potter you have surprised me once more. This could be very interesting." I whispered in shocked surprise.

Sliding my hands over my body, washing away the dirt and grime. I caressed every inch, relaxing the tensed muscles in my body. My thoughts turned towards the type of partner/lover I would like. Thinking about broad shoulders with pale smooth skin. A hard sculpted chest, with firm muscles. I licked my lips, letting a slight sigh escape. Moving my hands lower down my body. Then wrapping my fingers around my Hardening member. I stroked the shaft it in a leisurely pace. Slowly bringing myself to completion and savoring the sensations. I thought of long silky hair sliding across my shoulders. As a strong firm body, pounded into me from behind. A long thick erection, sliding in and out over and over. Hitting my prostate with every deep thrust into me. My fantasy caused me to become harder. My senses becoming wild and inflamed. Moving my hand with greater speed over my throbbing member. I pulled my orgasm closer to the top. I pumped my leaking member faster, one last hard stroke was all I needed. Tossing my head back, as my orgasm ripped through my body. I came with a loud shout. Panting hard, trying to bring my breathing under control. Resting my head against the cool tile on the wall. Completely sated, for now. With my body feeling boneless. Shutting the taps off, I got out and wrap a towel around my waist. Making my way into the other room. Noticing that my meal had arrived, I sat down tucking into my late meal. After eating, I was completely spent and full for the first time this summer. Slowly crawling onto the bed, letting the exhaustion claim me.

"I didn't know I would be getting an exquisite show, just for me." 'Hmm he is very attractive, a little on the thin side but very well put together' " I wonder if others know what he is hiding under those God awful clothes he wears?" He has firm rounded cheeks, that just beg to be grabbed. With smooth olive colored skin. Though he did appear a little pale. Muscled legs and arms and a flat stomach. All that topped off with those emerald eyes. I think I will need to keep a very close eye on Mr. Potter. Yes, very close for quite some time. Mind you there was a flaw with beautiful picture Potter made. Where in the world did all the bruises come from? That is what I would like to know.