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Neighbourhood Whore	By : Sabb402 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 196457 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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).
Sorry for missing last month's update guys, I was on holiday. Next chapter should be up on October 12^th, but life's busy so no promises.
Edited on 10/28/2016. The last little paragraph is new!
Warnings: Nothing more than in the two previous chapters. A tiny bit of aftercare at the beginning – you’ll see a lot of that.
Thanks for the reviews, guys!
Enjoy.

Mr Holmes stroke Harry’s back, while the pleasure tingling in his body subsided. He hugged the kid close, trying to murmur praises even while the press of that soft skin on his fought to keep the sensations running at full strength through his organism.
They stayed cuddled on the couch for the longest time. Harry neared the edges of sleep more than once while Mr Holmes hummed satisfied.
Then Harry shacked off the laziness that tried to settle over his limbs and lifted his head from the man’s chest.
He looked at the man’s open features closely for a while, stalling. He didn’t really want to do this but he thought it would be better than wasting time. Mr Holmes seemed absolutely relaxed and comfortable, so it was likely there wouldn’t be a better time.
“Sir...” He whispered. The man hmed in response.
“Should I start tidying up or moving something?” He spoke softly and carefully, a bit wary of questioning the man. The hand on his back interrupted its aimless caressing and Harry thought the worst. Was the man angry at him now? Was it because he asked a question? He didn’t really think Mr Holmes would react badly, from his meagre observations... Could he have miscalculated so greatly?
But when Mr Holmes opened his eyes he didn’t look angry, even if Harry couldn’t recognise the expression. The man looked at him and started stroking him again.
“What? No, Harry. No, that was merely an excuse. You don’t have to work.”
The kid looked at Mr Holmes with confusion.
“But then-“ Mr Holmes took a deep breath and Harry understood he should wait.
“Let’s get some food in ourselves first, alright?” The man helped the child move from up his lap to the floor, keeping an arm around him until the youngest was feeling his legs again.
Harry was grateful for the help, he didn’t realize how shaky his legs would be until he actually relied on them. He fought his first instinct of lowering his head and waiting for orders, choosing to stare at the man from under his lashes instead, observing him more and trying to get enough about his character to foresee his reactions, like he learned to do at the Dursley’s.
So he saw how Mr Holmes took notice of his own dishevelled state and zipped himself up quickly; before the man’s eyes focused on the dry streaks of stuff on his shirt, and he was suddenly hit with thoughts of aunt Petunia and her wooden spoon.
Before he could get himself worked up about it, Mr Holmes interrupted his train of thought,
“Are you uncomfortable with that dirty shirt on?”
Harry berated himself once more for not doing something to prevent such a mess and shook his head, his face all scrunched up.
Mr Holmes made a show of studying the child.
“I think you are. Come on, let’s take that off.” He pulled the kid between his legs, sneaking his hands snugly inside the too big shirt, before asking Harry to lift his arms, and undressing him without problem.
He allowed himself only a few second to enjoy the view of the scrawny, prepubescent chest, before he too got on his feet, easily disregarding the dirtied shirt on the armrest of the couch, decided to make good on his resolve to feed the kid.
Mr Holmes held his little hand, guiding him to the kitchen where the kid sat on the same seat as the day before. Then he fished some baked beans left-overs from the fridge and just put the whole plate on the table with a spoon and toast. He poured himself a cup of tea before sitting down in front of Harry.
The kid didn’t move, though, just staring at Mr Holmes from under his too-long bangs.
The man peacefully sipped his tea before addressing the fact.
“I already ate.”
It was strange having to reassure a kid this way, and for Harry it was stranger still – having someone explain their behaviour to him.
He was hesitant in picking up the spoon, sneaking glances at the man every few seconds to make sure it was alright. Mr Holmes was not exactly sure on how to respond, so he pretended not to notice, seemingly captivated by his steaming cup. Harry started eating after a little while.
He lowered his head and hoped the man wouldn’t take away this meal – even if he didn’t seem to have any intention to, which was weird all on its own.
It was the second time this man opened his house to him, gave him food and let him cuddle on the couch. The only similar experience Harry had had was with old Mrs Figg. But his aunt always made a great fuss over having to ask the woman to keep him, and she only gave him hard biscuits and didn’t let him nap on the couch. Not that Harry was too keen on doing that, with all the cat hair.
But this man didn’t want him to help around the house. Maybe he was too young to have back pain like Mrs Figg?
Harry tried to keep eating what he had been offered. But he already felt full from the night before and it was proving to be more difficult than he thought. He wasn’t used to back-to-back meals and even if he didn’t want anything more than stuffing himself he was wary of eating so much more than what he was usually allowed.
The man stared at Harry while the kid flimsily munched on the lightly honeyed toast, seemingly lost in the deepest of thoughts. When those big, green eyes looked at him, he put his cup of tea down to address the younger.
“I don’t need you to work.” The kid startled, frozen in the act of biting off a little more toast.
“I don’t know what you do at the Dursleys’, but I want this.” The man left his hands around the cup and his features didn’t betray anything. “I live here alone and I’d like for you to keep me company.”
Harry wasn’t used to asking questions, he picked up moods and hints from body language. But he spent years focusing on two people who loathed him with every word and gesture and this calmness was not at all what he came to be comfortable with.
He wasn’t sure if an answer was required of him, so he just tried to keep these musings to himself and keep eating. When the man noticed he couldn’t force himself to swallow a bite more, though, he swiftly put everything away before sitting in his chair, distanced from the table just enough to make space for a six-years-old.
“Do you want to come sit on my lap?” Harry seemed suddenly fear stricken and Mr Holmes decided to change approach. He wanted the kid comfortable with him but it looked like giving him too many liberties wouldn’t accomplish that. He extended a hand in Harry’s direction.
“Come sit on my lap. I’ll explain.” The tiny child then hopped from his chair and neared him with little steps and a bowed head. The man coaxed him closer and closer until he could loosely wrap his arms around the vaguely trembling body.
“Sshh. Hey, sshh.” He hoped to be reassuring, petting the child’s neck like he seemed to favour and restraining himself from letting his other hand wander.
The child didn’t take long to re-centre himself and Mr Holmes was sincerely surprised about his own restraint, he waited until Harry was calm and abandoned against his chest before giving into his urges and starting to pet the kid like he was just an oversized cat. Not that the little one had anything against it, the man nearly expected him to start purring, really. It played perfectly with Mr Holmes’ own likes.
“Wouldn’t you like it, to come to my house and keep me company?” Harry had his hands in tight fists on the man’s shirt and hesitated just a little before nodding in the large chest.
Mr Holmes took a deep breath, tightening his hold around Harry’s midsection before capitulating and just heaving the boy up to let him sit across his thighs.
Harry was very nearly trembling. He couldn’t fathom how this could be real, and feeling someone embracing him was the best sensation he had ever experienced in his nearly seven years of life. He was hesitant, and not completely comfortable just yet, but for the first time since he could remember he felt almost... cared for. Mr Holmes’ chest was solid under him, he could hear the man’s heart beating and he didn’t even get told off when he clenched the man’s nice shirt between his fists. It was calm and peaceful, and he soaked all that up, rejoicing in the protection and affection so easily offered. The hand around his back was steady and firm, while the one carding through his hair softer and placating. He could get used to this faster than he got used to his uncles’ rules and that scared him. But it was all too nice to let go.

Mr Holmes took Harry home after 2 p.m. It may not have been the most prudent thing to do, but he hadn’t set a time with Mrs Dursley, rather foolishly he admitted, and he couldn’t refrain from trying to feed the boy at least once more before returning him to his aunt. Even if the kid struggled to swallow the littlest pieces of chicken, it was still one more meal, and so it could only help. Furthermore, it gave the man just enough time to assuage Harry’s reactions. After all, it wouldn’t do to scare the kid off. He didn’t lie when talking to the child, his company was pleasurable indeed, and now that he had had a taste, he couldn’t let himself mess this chance up in anyway. The child was perfect, demure and eager to please, but more convenient still, his guardians didn’t care about him.
Everyone in the neighbourhood knew that while Dudley was the pupil of his parents’ eyes, Harry was considered little more than a charity case they got straddled with.
Anyway, he was now ready to let go of the child. He handed back the T-shirt that got dirty after their little... cuddling on the couch. He cleaned it with haste after the little melt down in the kitchen. The day was warm and the shirt took very little time to dry once put on the windowsill, but he chose to enjoy the little kid running half naked in his house a little more, instead of giving the rag back right away. Once the child was dressed, Mr Holmes patted his head, and gave a half-hearted try at taming that ridiculous mop of hair by passing his fingers through the surprisingly knot-free mass.
He stopped before that petting could lead to another kind. It was time to get him back and distractions wouldn’t do.
The boy had retracted a little into himself, letting his head hang low and leaning into the man’s touch like it could be the last time. Mr Holmes wouldn’t have minded keeping the boy another hour or more, but while jeopardizing his chances with the boy would be awful, doing so with Mrs Dursley would be just as bad if not worse. They were already pushing it, seeing as this was the first official ‘borrowing’ of the kid’s services on his part.
So he took the little hand into his own, and at last opened the front door to let the young boy through.
Crossing the road to get to the Dursleys’ home was rather anticlimactic, once all was said and done. They reached the totally ordinary door in no time, and Harry barely had time to quell a little grimace before Mr Holmes rang the bell.
They could barely make out the sound of shoes tapping on the inside and Petunia was opening the door.
The adults greeted each other with smiles that didn’t look natural at all, and Petunia pulled Harry inside before opening the necessary round of small talk, asking if all was well.
“He was most useful.” Mr Holmes kept up his smile for the woman and winked at Harry. Petunia either didn’t notice, or elected to ignore the action, leaning quite happily on the door and offering Harry’s time whenever the man may necessitate it.
Surprisingly, or maybe not, Harry didn’t really mind.

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