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Thicker Than Water	By : harriet Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9640 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Severus sneered up in disgust at the flickering neon sign of the club he’d apperated outside. Just as Charlie had described, the place looked unsavory with its blacked out windows and meaty security guards. Snape could clearly see the lights of a flat above the club but with no external staircase, getting to it without going through the club was impossible. A considerable sized line of young men were standing outside between the ropes, patiently waiting for access to be granted by the discriminating bouncers. In the shadows Severus took a moment to assess the situation, noting that his wizarding robes would not look out of place among the varied clientele. However while Severus stood watching proceedings he noted acutely that those, better dressed men in suits were far more likely to get inside the club unquestioned than the more eccentric hopefuls waiting between the ropes. With a flick of his wand Severus attired himself appropriately in a tailored dark gray muggle business suit before tucking his wand carefully under his jacket and heading confidently for the door.
“Name?” The bouncer enquired coolly as Snape stepped up to the door.
“Arthur.” Severus offered having remembered seeing a muggle poster in the high street for a play produced by an Arthur Miller. The bouncer scanned the list with a meaty finger before scowling and glancing up when it was obvious there was no Arthur on his list. Straightening himself a little Severus glared at the bouncer as the man looked over his appearance critically.
“Your names not here.” The bouncer spat as the second security guard shifted a little closer to Snape in a threatening manner.
“Check again.” Severus growled waiting until the bouncer looked down at his list again before whispering the simple charm to ensure his name was on the paper.
“Ah, sorry sir must have missed it, go on through.” Severus rolled his eyes at the bouncer who stepped aside from the doorway to let him through. Through the small dimly lit corridor Severus stepped through a crystal beaded door curtain and into the main club. Almost immediately he was assaulted by the thumping beat of the music, and the fetid smell of sex, alcohol and cigarette smoke. Before Snape could step down further into the club a fresh-faced young man appeared in front of him. Dressed in only the smallest pair of gold hot pants and black dance shoes the young man was practically naked. His bronzed, slim frame sparkled under the disco lights and his unnaturally vibrant blue eyes twinkled with a wicked mischievousness.
“Welcome to the Den, will you be bidding tonight sir?” The young man flashed Severus a bright, pearly smile that dazzled Severus a little. Taking a moment to collect himself Severus frowned and shrugged his shoulders in confusion. The young man smiled again and rolled his eyes cheekily. “First timer?” Severus reluctantly nodded taking an instant dislike to the title the young man had used to describe him. Severus had nearly 48 years of life experience; he wasn’t exactly a first timer of anything. “Well don’t stress pet, I’ll set you right.” Severus could do little but go with the flow as the young man tucked his arm through his and dragged him down into the mass of people on the club floor. “Over there is the bar and everything is on tab. You’ve got your ‘backroom’ over there, and some private suits on the second level if you want one. The stage is up front, and we’ll get you a seat nice and quiet but close to the action.” Severus sat down promptly in the soft bench seat on the side of the stage a little overwhelmed by everything that seemed to be going on around him. “Here’s your number for the auction, just hold it up to bid and you can collect your winnings when the payments been settled.” Severus stared at the cardboard lollypop shaped stick, the number 666 clearly printed on both sides. “Profiles of the items are in the black book and anything you want just wave for one of us.” Having calmed himself a little Severus now saw that the young man that greeted him, was one of many scantily clad, bronzed chaperone’s hovering between the patrons. “Now, can I get you a drink?” Severus smiled, finally a question he knew the answer to.
“Yes, a double whisky.” The young man flashed his pearly whites before swaggering off into the club to fill Snape’s order. With a sigh Severus finally relaxed into his seat and took in all the information he’d been given. Why muggles would sell themselves to the highest bidder was a barbaric way of making money. Still the auction wasn’t the reason Snape was at the club, and so he had to stay focused on getting to see Potter. The bronzed chaperone returned a few minutes later with Snape’s drink but before he could leave Snape caught his wrist.
“Excuse me, I want Harry Potter.” Snape watched as the young man’s eyes flashed dangerously as he pulled his wrist free of Snape’s light grasp.
“Don’t we all.” Was the off-handed comment the young man replied with. Snape raised a pointed eyebrow as the chaperone rolled his eyes and sighed. “We don’t use those names sir. You’ll find the Nightingale on page 2 bidding starts in half an hour.” Flashing his pearly smile again the chaperone retreated back to the bar where Severus watched as the young man began chatting with some other young men, all of whom looked over to him. With a sigh Severus took a large swig of his whisky before opening the black book to page 2. What he saw made his heart leap into his throat. There staring back at him was Harry Potter, but certainly never as Snape had seen him before. The luminescent green eyes were rimmed with dark kohl, and the thin lips had been colored in blood red. Naked except for a fur jacked draped over his lap Harry’s expression told only one story. Snape swallowed another gulp of his whisky as he tore his gaze from the picture to read the profile beneath.
“The Nightingale, 145, 36, 30, and 9 ½ inches. Kinks include….” Snape closed his eyes and shook his head determined not to read on as he slammed the black book closed in disgust.
“Refill sir?” Snape’s eyes snapped open as he felt someone step up beside him. The bronzed chaperone that had greeted him at the door had returned a bottle of whisky in one hand and a spare glass in the other. Snape pushed his glass over to the edge of the table and watched as the young man refilled the glass before boldly sliding in beside Snape on the bench seat. Snape stared at the young man whose obvious attempt at seduction had just begun.
“Listen I’m not here to bid for this….” Snape refrained from using the words he wanted to as he pointed at the black book with disgust. “I’m here to see Harry Potter.” Snape finished as he pushed the young man’s wandering hand off his leg.
“They all are sir, and if you want my advice he’s not worth the bidding prices. There’s much more willing participants here, and I won’t cost you a pound.” The young man leaned in to Snape’s neck, his tongue flicking out to run a wet trail up to the man’s ear. Snape pushed the young man away the temptation to just draw out his wand and petrify the boy growing with every minute. No one ever presumed to touch Snape in such a way, in fact no one had dared touch him in years.
“I don’t think you understand, I’m Harry Potter’s professor from school and I’m here to see him on urgent business….” The young man smiled cheekily his eyebrows rising into his hairline.
“Oooh, professor very kinky but I’m afraid the only way you’re going to get to see him tonight is if you bid for him.” Before Snape could reply the young man had thrown his leg over Snape’s lap and had attached his lips to the professors. Snape struggled for a moment but then relaxed as the young man’s wickedly talented fingers slid into his trousers and wrapped around his slowly awakening erection.
“Jesus, you’ve got a carpet python in there.” The young man chuckled as he drew away from Snape’s lips with a gasp of surprise. Snape’s gaze narrowed dangerously at the young man who stared at him in aw. “I thought you were a cutie, but this is an unexpected bonus.” The young man leaned in again to try and kiss Snape but the professor turned his face away. Snape had had enough experience with whores during his years as a death eater and while he was a little out of practice he knew how these things were supposed to work. Admittedly the whores he’d taken delight in before had been wizards, far more receptive to his special needs but Snape supposed this muggle would be no different in any other aspect.
“I dislike mindless chatter, now if you insist on keeping me company put your mouth to better use.” The young man’s eyes practically lit up in excitement as he slid beneath the table. Severus sighed heavily and reached for his whisky, downing it in one go before refilling the glass again from the bottle the man had left on the table. Practiced indifference was a skill Snape prided himself on, and even as the young man began sucking his cock beneath the table Snape’s indifferent mask never wavered as he continued to scan the club looking for Potter. The young man on the end of his prick was nothing special and Snape knew he could last which was a godsend really, as he watched a tall smartly dressed middle aged muggle step out onto the stage with a microphone and a stool.
“Welcome gentlemen to the Den. I trust you’ve all come prepared with cheque books and lube.” The compare laughed a bitter chuckle and Snape instantly took a dislike of him. “As you realize it’s the first of the month so our own Nightingale is up for grabs tonight, so while he gets settled get your paddles ready.” Snape’s heart leapt into his throat for a second time as he watched a very familiar, brown haired boy swagger out from behind the curtain. Almost instantly the club erupted into hoots, whistles and crude shouting. Harry was dressed in a blood red, silk robe that was barely long enough to cover his backside. Snape stared at him as he watched Harry sit down on the stool and cross his legs. The front row must have had a perfect view of what was underneath the robe and Snape inwardly growled in disgust. Snape didn’t miss the stark white bandage and bruises on Harry’s upper thigh and frowned inwardly. The injury didn’t seem to faze the crowd however, that continue to hoot and leer suggestive comments towards the stage. “Gentlemen, gentlemen control yourselves. Now let’s start the bidding at 500 pounds?” Instantly the bidding began and Snape hardly blinked before the bidding had reached 2000. By the time bidding had reached 2500 most of the bidders had filtered away leaving only three unknown bidders fighting over the boy. Snape had yet to make a bid, biding his time carefully. If indeed the only way to speak to Harry was to buy him for the evening then it was a sacrifice he was willing to make. Eventually the bidding fell away leaving a single bidder at the back of the room, cloaked in darkness.
“3200.” Snape held up his paddle wincing a little as he felt the young man still sucking his cock catch his teeth, at having Snape bid so suddenly.
“A new bidder against you sir.” The compare continued squinting to try and see Snape who’d cast a notice me not spell the moment bidding had begun.
“3300.” The other bidder returned confidently.
“3400.” Snape returned growling as the other bidder, bid again. Snape wasn’t in the mood for playing games and with a whispered curse struck the other bidder dumb. When silence reined in the club the compare finally struck out the bid and with a slap of his hands Snape had won.
“Oh well bid sir, sold to the devil. Now if you just see one of our chaperones to settle the bill you can collect your winnings.” Snape however paid no attention to the comparer’s lame joke about the number on his bidding paddle. Instead his gaze locked with Harry’s who despite the notice me not charm, had not however missed the curse that had whispered through the air of the club and struck down the previous bidder. Harry got up and strode off stage and Snape bit his lip as the boy sucking his cock finally brought him to climax. With barely a shudder Snape came shooting his load into the awaiting man’s mouth before breathing out heavily and slumping back against the cushioned bench. After a moment the young man reappeared from beneath the table wiping at the corner of his mouth with a delicate finger. Judging from the considerable bulge barely contained within the tiny gold hot pants the young man had enjoyed it far more than Snape had.
“So, how will you be paying for that?” The young man whispered cheekily a flash of deviousness in his bright eyes.
“Cash.” Snape growled as he reached into his inner pocket and drew out a considerable wad of muggle money. Snape was not devoid of funds either Muggle or Wizard, and so he’d hardly blinked at the price he’d just paid for Harry. The young chaperon’s eyes lit up as he grabbed the money.
“Through that door on the left and second room on the right.” With a flippant smile the young man tucked a fifty down the front of his pants before striding off with the rest of the cash. Snape finished his drink and slid out from the bench, if he gave Harry too much time the boy would flee and that was the last thing Snape needed after shelling out 3400 for the privilege of just talking to the bastard boy who lived.
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