January 2001

There was moisture running down the black paint on the wall of the club, dampening the back of the linen shirt that Harry was wearing. He could feel the thumping beat of the music through the floor, through the wall, through his very skin; it blended with the beat of his heart and accelerated its natural rhythm.

He knew that the moisture was condensation and sweat from all the men around him, men on their knees, men sucking, men fucking, men being fucked. Harry was never fucked. He never sucked.

He was not impartial to someone else sucking him, though.

It was such a cliché and he knew it. The guy who had taken his cock down his throat was young. Beautiful. And maybe a wonderful person on the inside, someone who wouldn't go back to his mates and bragged that he got to suck the famous Harry Potter's cock. Harry Potter couldn't give a fuck. It wasn't that he didn't want to. But he couldn't.

Because his heart... his heart was far away. It was locked up somewhere tight where no one else could get close, not close enough to even see it, let alone touch it.

Ron called him a whore. Neville called him a lucky bastard.

It had been a long year and a really fascinating one. Their journey had taken them all over China and Tibet, tracing magical artefacts that had been stolen and traded on the black market. It was a huge operation of several teams taking down the smuggling ring but Harry had never felt like he'd been able to give it his everything.

The guy who was sucking him swallowed his cock, tongue and mouth tightening to draw Harry's orgasm out of him. His fingers tightened around soft strands of hair - a warning - and came hard. He rubbed his thumb over the corner of the guy's mouth, gathering up a bead of come that had escaped and pushing it over a plump bottom lip, where it was met with a wet tongue.

His left eyelid dropped into a wink and he smirked as he rebuttoned his dark, expensive jeans and left as silently as he came.

There had been opportunities for him to go home for a weekend like everyone else had at some point or another, visiting families or friends or partners. But Harry hadn't. The thought of going back to Charlie and then having to leave again a few days later... no. He couldn't do that.

However repugnant Charlie's proposal had been at first, it was an undeniable relief to be able to get some relief. There were gay bars around and Harry took full advantage of dark, discreet back rooms and a cab back to the flat he shared with Ron, often while his best friend slept.

Tonight, when he slipped his key in the door, Ron was awake. Waiting for him.

"Where've you been?" Ron muttered. "It's two in the fucking morning."

Harry raised his eyebrows and shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it carelessly over the back of the sofa. It was a clear message - don't ask if you don't want to hear the answer.

Ron groaned and rubbed his hands over his face.

"I really wish you wouldn't."

"Get my dick sucked? Come on. Give me a break. I'm not cheating."

"I know, I know. I swear, you get more and more like Sirius every day."

"I'm taking that as a compliment."

Harry crossed to the small kitchen and pulled out a bottle of the Muggle beer he favoured, holding one up in offer to Ron, who shook his head. Harry popped the top and sat on the counter as he took the first pull.

"Heathcote called."

"Oh?" Harry said.

"Our replacements arrive on Wednesday. We train them for two weeks then we get to go home."

The bottle was set down on the counter next to Harry's thigh with supreme care.

"If you're shitting me I'm going to break your fucking face."

"If Hermione hears you speaking like that she'd slap yours. I'm not shitting you. Make plans."

Harry smirked and necked the last of his bottle.

"Thanks," he said and hopped down off the counter.

Ron didn't need to know he already had plans - rather specific ones. But then again, Ron always had been slightly squeamish at the subject of Harry's dick and his brother's ass... there was no reason to think he'd be any more receptive to the idea of the subject reversed.

A/N: Harry in this chapter is equal parts Sirius Black, Brian Kinney, and my own little messed up version of the character. Dark!Harry is a lot of fun.