Author's Note: This chapter went in a bit of an unexpected direction, and I ended up writing naughtiness ahead of schedule. This is the first time I have written a slash scene, so I hope I do not disappoint!

Chapter 2: The Club

Being pulled into a club by essentially a total stranger would, under normal circumstances, usually be quite worrisome for Harry. At the moment though, Harry was only thinking about how the loud music, the press of bodies, and the strong cool hand pulling him along seemed to drown out the noise that seemed to be always present within him.

Looking around, Harry took in the variety of club-goers surrounding him. 'I never knew I could feel underdressed in jeans and a pullover when surrounded by people wearing variations of black leather, boots, collars, and corsets.'

Realizing that Michael was no longer pulling him along, Harry found that they had stopped at the bar and Michael was beginning to place an order with a bartender. Harry allowed himself to be pulled closer, and Michael leaned into him so that he could talk directly into his ear. "Isn't this much better than brooding on a bench? Now, you strike me as someone who would prefer a fruitier drink so I ordered you a Strawberry Margarita with a double shot of Tequila for that little extra bite."

Harry felt himself shudder slightly when Michael spoke the last three words so close to his ear that he swore he felt Michael's teeth scrape against the shell of his ear.

The bartender handed them their drinks and Harry found himself happily sipping his drink, 'Michael was right, this is really good and apparently that little extra bite is good for making my lips and fingers tingle', and taking in the scene around him while Michael explained the club to him.

"This area across from the bar is the dance floor which is pretty self-explanatory. Down that hallway on the other side of the room and to the left is a play area where you can go watch people participate in whatever scenes they come up with using the available equipment and props. Down the hall and to the right is a smaller, quieter dance floor with alcoves where couples can go for a bit more privacy."

Confused, Harry asked, "What do you mean by scenes and equipment?"

Michael didn't know whether to snort or laugh at Harry's naiveté. "Don't worry Harry, that is not for today, maybe at a later date. Come on, let's have a dance."

Harry quickly found himself on the dance floor, swaying to an unfamiliar song. With one hand on Harry's hip and the other on his waist, Michael pulled Harry as close as possible. Harry bit back a surprised gasp when Michael pressed his upper thigh against his crotch and used the leverage of his hand placement and greater height to keep Harry pressed firmly against his thigh. To Harry's uninitiated and oversensitive prick, the position combined with Michael's swaying in time with the percussion of the music was absolutely brilliant. The buzz from the alcohol he'd consumed made it even more so.

Harry gladly endured Michael's attentions for the next three songs. At times Michael would keep Harry pressed tight against himself and at other times, Michael would push him slightly away and use his hands to tease Harry's body. Harry learned that his nipples were incredibly sensitive the first time Michael ran his nails across them through the fabric of Harry's pullover. The first time Michael roughly pulled him back up against his thigh, Harry hissed in surprise and found himself wondering how that translated into parseltongue.

By the end of the third song, Michael was smirking to himself as Harry was practically mewling and desperately pressing his hips forward against Michael's thigh. "Come on baby, let's go some place quieter".

While naïve, Harry still realized that Michael had played him expertly and that following him to the back of the club was probably not the best of ideas. But the same apathy that let him wear the same clothes for two days straight and that led him away from Privet drive with nary a care was still in full force. Harry only knew that he liked not having to think about what he was doing since it was all being done for and to him and if he was honest with himself, he simply did not care what happened as long as it kept the memories and internal noise at bay.

When they reached the smaller dance floor, Michael led Harry over to one of the more private alcoves in the back. As soon as they were both tucked away, Michael seemed to drop the control that he had been using to tease Harry. Harry found himself quickly pushed up against a wall. Micheal took Harry's right hand that he had been holding with his left and held it against the wall over Harry's head. Michael's right hand found it's slightly less than gentle way into Harry's hair, and placed his right thigh forcefully between Harry's legs. Harry couldn't help but groan, snap his hips forward, and cling to Michael's shirt with his free hand. Pressing their cheeks together, Michael whispered huskily into Harry's ear, "I want you to suck me baby, can you do that?"

Shakily, Harry stuttered out "I, I d-don't know, I n-never…."

"Shh, that's alright baby, just go with it, I'll help you along". Michael then, keeping his hand on top of Harry's head, disentangled himself from Harry enough that he could slightly step back and placed his other hand on Harry's shoulder and nudged him down onto his knees. He then took his hand from Harry's shoulder, unzipped his fly, and pulled his prick out. Harry's green eyes widened and he looked up at Michael questioningly. Michael let out a quiet groan when he saw that face looking up at him. He squeezed his prick to coax some pre-cum out and then rubbed the head across Harry's slightly parted lips. Michael encouragingly rubbed his foot between Harry's legs and prompted, "Go on baby, lick your lips then suck it."

Harry closed his eyes and did as requested. He felt a jolt of excitement as he took the older man's prick in his mouth. The whole situation, being on his knees, in a strange club, sucking a strange man's dick was beyond arousing. Even the sliver of fear that he could not avoid only added to the experience. Prior to this year, Harry probably would have felt guilty about his actions, if not outright ashamed of them. As it was, he just could not summon up the will to care beyond the fact that it felt really good.

During his musings, he realized that Michael had fallen into a rhythm and was holding Harry's head still as he basically fucked his mouth. More than once, Harry found himself gagging when the head of the man's dick touched the back of his throat. When Michael started to pick up his pace, Harry assumed that Michael would push his head away when he came; instead, Michael pulled his head further onto to his dick as he came down Harry's throat. Harry spluttered and inadvertently inhaled some of the cum instead of swallowing.

During Harry's coughing and spluttering, Michael pulled him up to his feet and began to rub him off earnestly through his jeans until he came. Harry ended up half leaning on Michael, head tipped back against the wall, Michael's cum on his chin, and his own cum in his trousers. A small flicker of shame made its way to the front of Harry's mind, but he quickly banished it in favor of his dirty afterglow.

Harry looked up to find Michael smirking at him, 'Merlin, with all of his self-satisfied smirking, I bet he would have been in Slytherin had he been a wizard'.

"Not bad baby, I bet you would have a brilliant time in the playroom."

Harry's dazed response was simply, "We'll see, I'm sure".