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Neighbourhood Whore	By : Sabb402 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 195019 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 17
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor its characters. Basically nothing you recognise is mine. I'm not making any money from this etc. Read the warnings!

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Disclaimer: I only own what I write, the characters etc. are JKR’s and I’m not making any money from this (or at all, in this moment of my life).
The warnings from the first chapter still stand obv, and if that didn’t scare you off, there’s nothing particularly worse here.
I hope to update every month, the chapters will be about 2.000 words each so I can keep up.
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Harry really thought it was nothing short of miraculous, that he managed to finish weeding before Aunt Petunia came home. For while it was true that Mrs Whiteman’s teas were known to last hours, it just seemed way more luck than he was usually granted.
Once home, Petunia checked his work on the backyard and yanked him inside. She had no praise to spare, and the kid didn’t expect her to. But she gave him bread to bring into his cupboard and water from the sink - extremely nice of her.
They didn’t exchange words other than “Go to the cupboard, boy” and “Yes aunt Petunia”, and that was it for the night.
Harry scrammed back into the little, dark cupboard under the stairs with a piece of bread clutched between his hands and his throat barely soothed by the previous drink.
It was only seated on the ratty bed, munching on the bread, that he realised he wasn’t hungry. It happened so rarely, Harry nearly ate the bread out of habit. But, no, this time he could save it.
He balled up on his bed and closed his eyes, rubbing his full belly in dazed bliss.
For the first time since school ended, he was clean and fed; it wouldn’t be a hardship to fall asleep, to ignore the spiders and the strange tingling on his skin. He didn’t care if he felt empty, when his stomach was full.

The day after started just like every other morning, Harry was woken by his aunt’s fist on the little door and put to work right away.
Aunt Petunia didn’t have uncle Vernon and Dudley to feed anymore, and it reflected in the way she ordered just eggs for breakfast, without setting the table. While Harry cooked, she went outside to check on the flowers for lack of better things to do.
Harry was just breaking the eggs in the pan when he heard muffled voices from outside.
“Mrs Dursley! A pleasure as always.” Mr Holmes said with sunny disposition, closing in on the little side garden without stepping too close, a little wary of the unclear boundaries between neighbours.
Petunia left the roses to themselves and greeted Mr Holmes with one of those polite, if fake, smiles.
“Oh, the same Mr Holmes,” Mr Holmes discretely coughed and forced the conversation on.
“And how is Mr Dursley? It’s entirely too much we don’t have a little get-together.” He said, grasping for polite topics of small talk before steering the conversation where he wanted.
“Ah yes, my husband is well, he took a week to bring Dudley in the nature, camping and a bit of male bonding, I’m sure you understand.”
“Of course, of course... And, say, your nephew stayed home?” He tried to be as casual as possible, but, as usual, at the slightest mention of the other boy in her house, the woman adopted an icy attitude.
“He did.”
“Such a dear, helping you out with the house.”
“Yes.” The conversation seemed suddenly stifling. Mr Holmes decided to cut the charade short and get to the point.
“Could he, maybe, spare a moment of your time to help me out? I understand he’s a bit of a handful if he isn’t given something to occupy his hands.” Petunia seemed to loosen up a little, when it was made clear her neighbour realised what a hooligan the boy really was.
“I’m afraid so. Despite our best efforts, you know? Too much like his dead father... How could he help you?”
“I need to move some furniture.” He decided to throw in something that would appease the woman’s curiosity, “I was hoping to do a little renovating, you see, and two young arms would surely take a burden off my own shoulders.”
“The boy is just having breakfast, I’ll go call him for you, if you’d like an early start?” The barest hint of a smirk made its way onto his lips.
“If you would be so amenable, I’d owe you.” He smiled more openly. She conceded him another glance just for politeness’ sake and made her way inside.
Harry jerked back in motion when he realized his aunt was coming for him. He scrambled the eggs one more time to make himself look busy. He didn’t have time to do anything else before his aunt got inside, turned off the fire quickly, and grabbed his arm tightly with her sharp nails. She glared down at him and hissed menacingly,
“You are going to help our respectable neighbour and no funny business if you know what’s good for you! Understood?”
She shook him a couple of times for good measure while he tried to nod. The woman seemed to want nothing more than yank him outside, but she paused.
“Did you change your shirt?” The boy froze like a deer in headlights for a fraction of a second before nodding with all his energy. His aunt then proceeded to mutter unintelligibly under her breath before dragging him out back and in front of Mr Holmes. The man was waiting patiently, leaning on the wall just like the day before.
Mr Holmes smiled at the woman and covertly winked at the kid.
“And this must be Harry.” The statement was casual, but it made Harry’s heart jump – the man just called him by his name.
Aunt Petunia pushed him forward a little, “Yes.” Her lips were pursed and she held herself tight, Mr Holmes pretended not to notice and extended a hand for Harry to take.
His aunt loosened her grip on his arm, so he moved closer to their neighbour, but didn’t take his hand.
Harry felt Mr Holmes’ eyes on him even with his head bowed.
“Ok,” the man breezed. Then he looked up to Petunia and smiled again, “I’ll bring him back in no time.”
She curved her lips as well, “Don’t rush on my account.”
It was all very proper and polite. The adults exchanged some more meaningless good wishes before Mr Holmes put a hand on Harry’s shoulder and dismissed them both, “Well kid, let’s go. Things to do.”
He directed the boy across the street and toward his own house.
He walked at Harry’s speed despite being used to longer strides, with his head held high and the littlest hint of a smirk in his eyes. His right hand hadn’t left the boy’s shoulder and was tightening and loosening randomly on Harry’s skin, causing shivers to run up and down the kid’s back.
Then he spoke softly.
“Is she still watching us?”
Harry felt confusion like ice down his back at first, but figured out what the man meant soon enough. He tried to be sneaky, not turning around but looking out the corner of his eye. “She is.”
“Figure.” Mr Holmes covertly tsked. He didn’t seem pleased and Harry had to fight to breathe.
They were soon at the door and Mr Holmes opened it hurriedly.
Inside, he didn’t waste time picking up Harry. His right forearm slotted under the kid’s butt, while with his left hand he made sure Harry’s legs were tight around his midsection. He embraced the child without hesitation and started rubbing his back and lightly stroking his hair.
The man lowered his head to press a few close-mouthed kisses on the child’s shoulder and neck. He breathed deeply on the tender skin before talking.
“Are you sure this doesn’t bother you?”
Harry was nearly hiding in the man’s much bigger frame. After understanding that it was ok to hug, he circled his arms around the Mr Holmes’ neck, pressing his head in his strong shoulder. He had never felt so warm, and loved, and he couldn’t believe his neighbour was giving him kisses. He nearly shook, with how overjoyed he felt. He didn’t even lift his head to murmur,
“Of course.”
Mr Holmes kept petting the child all over.
“Let me know if it does.” That made Harry lift his head. He became a little hesitant, unsure why Mr Holmes made such a big deal of it but not going to ask.
The man seemed to sense the unexpressed confusion and moved to the living room, where he sat on the couch with the kid on his lap. He put a hand on Harry’s bony knees and looked him in the eyes.
“If we just hugged it would be fine, but there are certain things... that usually adults do. Games that adults like. I worry you’re a little young, but you seem so mature for your age...” Every pause calculated and allusive.
Harry’s eyes widened dramatically and he sucked in a big breath - he couldn’t believe an adult just said something nice about him! He let his breath out all in one go,
“I am! I swear! ‘m not both’red at all.”
A big smile curved Mr Holmes’ lips and Harry felt like he had finally done something right. The man even started petting him again!
“That’s good then. Good boy.” He bowed his head to lay kisses on the kid’s messy hair. His left arm was wrapped around the lean back, his right hand caressed the skinny thighs, first lightly, just soft, long strokes. In little time he started gripping at the meagre flesh, filling his big hand with the youngster’s supple thigh.
Harry let him. The kid lied there, scrawny arms around the man’s chest, softly breathing on his shirt and happy to be given such positive attention for the first time of his life. He didn’t mind at all the hand on the back of his neck or the one up his leg, he focused on the little kisses the man laid on his hair and face, on his cheeks, on his nose and on his eyes. He was so happy he could have cried.
Mr Holmes was nearly getting high on the kid’s innocence. He thought he could just go ahead and take everything, but he was patient enough not to ruin this child.
He kept running his hands all over and relished in the total abandon with which little Harry encountered his every touch. He kissed the child on a slim cheek, then just moved a little to press his slightly open lips on the kid’s smiling ones.
Harry opened his eyes. He wasn’t shocked or weirded out, just vaguely curious.
The man didn’t rest on it and kissed him full on the mouth again.
Around them the air had warmed up, they were breathing each other in. Harry tightened his grip on the other while the man claimed his mouth slowly, cleverly; bit after bit he opened the child’s lips with his own and let their saliva mingle. Then he backed off a little.
“Isn’t this nice?”
Harry barely opened his eyes, nodding meekly, “Ah-ah.”
Mr Holmes smiled once more and kept kissing the child, while his left hand caressed his back, and neck, and shoulders, and his right one just went on and felt everything up, slithering on the inner thigh and back again, from knee to hip.
He couldn’t help himself and soon he started jerking his hips back and forth. The bulge on the front of his trousers barely grazed the kid’s right thigh, but he had no more self-control left to keep playing nice. He just grabbed both the kid’s hips and lifted him up, adjusting his legs so the kid was now seated astride his lap.
Harry didn’t protest at all, just wiggled to get more comfortable; while Mr Holmes took complete advantage of the new position, running his hands all over the kid’s pliable bum. That way, every time he thrust his pelvis up, he rutted on the child’s junk or inner thigh.
He couldn’t believe how close he was just by this. So he brought his hands to his own lap and opened his trousers. He pushed them and his boxers down just enough to let his already hard cock out, while the kid watched with his lower lip between his teeth.
Mr Holmes fought to regain his breath,
“Harry – Could you... hold this for me?” He couldn’t help stroking himself a couple times while the kid lowered his hands with childish determination.
The first contact was bliss. And the kid obviously remembered the day before quite well, because it didn’t take long for him to start moving his hands up and down.
The man stared a bit, then tightened his hold on Harry’s thighs and let his head fall back on the headrest, not caring for the strangled sounds that left his throat, just closing his eyes and letting the kid do all the work.
And Harry was so good, rubbing his little, clumsy hands on his erection and bouncing on his thighs when he put all his weight behind the strokes. The pleasure waves were all-encompassing.
It was over all too soon, but the sight of his little neighbour covered in hot sperm was worth everything. But, damn, that marks on his shirt would be hard to explain.
Mr Holmes breathed deeply once more, rewarded the kid with another kiss and a pat on the head before melting in the couch to fully enjoy his orgasm. Everything else could come later, he thought, as the child leaned on his chest and snuggled close. Later sounded good.

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