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Plan B	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10288 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 7
Lewd Fook stared at the report on his desk. As was usual, after a sex worker was inspected, a report would be written, and this one had him frowning.
Fines incurred since previous inspection: 0
Rules broken since previous inspection: 0
Vials of Valetudo bought since previous inspection: 500
Empty vials returned: 460
Ministry tax applied since previous inspection: 1,536G
Notes: During set-up, the worker did not pay the 500G fee for privacy measures. Our best men could not break his wards. He also does not pay for the Ministry healing lotion, nor, as far as we can tell, does he purchase pre-made Polyjuice potion from any of the apothecaries in Diagon Alley. Based on investigations undertaken, we believe he makes his own Polyjuice, using ingredients bought from Mulpepper's. Further, he owns the property he uses, leaving us no way of applying pressure there.
“Hmm,” Fook said to himself. “If he won't come into line one way, we'll just have to try something else...”
***
Coming down to the waiting room one morning, Harry tidied up the bound volumes he used that displayed photographs of all the people he and his clients could become, and he drifted over to the door leading to the ante chamber. There were posters up all over the room detailing Harry's prices and what he was willing to do. At the bottom of each one was a statement in gold: “Sex Worker 1390 last approved on January 12^th, 1999” and the Ministry seal. He glared at the statement. Yes, he passed each time, but the Ministry didn't seem to understand that their inspections weren't needed. Harry wanted to stay healthy, as he had no desire to catch a Sexually Transmitted Magical Disease. But, if he wanted even the little he had, he had to submit to their stupid rules. Part of him felt that maybe he should just give in and marry a witch; it would be no more difficult than obeying the rules he was subject to now. And his chance of ever finding the man he desired lessened with each hour he spent with his legs parted whilst some stranger pounded into him.
He went into his 'office' and changed the sheets, throwing the laundry into a small room next to the bathroom that was linked to the flat on the sixth floor. When he needed to get away, even if only for a few moments, he went into the cupboard and apparated upstairs. Most mornings he walked down so that he could make sure the waiting room looked tidy and he could re-cast the charms to protect his customers' privacy.
His busiest times were around lunch (when the Ministry workers upstairs all hurried to be the one to get between his legs) and as the day ended for 'normal' people. He saw his last client at 10pm, so he was in bed at around a quarter past eleven and up again at 8am ready to tidy, strip and remake the bed, and wait for the occasional client who wanted to see him early. He worked more than the required eight hours, but the more times he was fucked, the more money hit his Gringotts vault.
As he stroked his hands over the sheets to smooth them, he heard the thunk of a wand dropping into the slot. Pine. Fourteen inches. It looked like his new customer was ready to see him.
“Pine. Fourteen inches.”
The door opened and closed and he asked, “What would you like?”
“Severus Snape fucking Harry Potter,” a voice ground out.
“Okay,” Harry bit his lip, cock hardening. “Did you want me to dress up like a schoolboy?”
“Merlin, no! I want you naked so I can fuck you into next week!”
He slid across a vial of Polyjuice in which he had quickly placed a dark strand and then opened the door. To avoid holding people up searching for the correct strand, he had spelled the ante chamber so that the correct hairs would be called from the store room they lived in (upstairs) and appear by his hand ready to be placed into the potion. The charm had been carefully cast so that it knew to ignore the name 'Harry Potter' (if, as so far had never happened, some one wanted to be Harry, he had a few hairs on one side). Now, the door was open and a tall, lean figure prowled in and Harry gulped. He hadn't been this hard in months.
'Severus' saw the twitching dick and reached out a hand to stroke it. Moaning, Harry closed his eyes and thrust into the tight grip. He still held his wand and hadn't even had a chance to put it away before he was being touched. The older man used the handle he held to shove Harry onto the bed. Then, leaning over, black eyes unreadable, he kissed the reddened tip.
“HOLY SHIT!” Harry screamed and came all over the hand. He dropped his wand and reached for the man who had just made him come for the first time in weeks.
His client licked his palm and smirked at the younger man. “You're eager. Are you always this easy?”
Harry flushed. “I really fancy Snape. Have done for years.”
The man kissed Harry's neck and chin. Hating that he couldn't kiss this man properly, Harry chewed on his lip. He really missed kissing, especially when the man he ached for was so close.
“I think you can make more noise than that,” the customer said and parted Harry's legs.
Please, fuck me, please, fuck me! Harry begged in his head, but the body kept moving so that the black hair was nestled between his thighs. “What are … SHITE! FUCKING SHITE!” he squealed as a wicked tongue slid inside his ass. He thrashed as the sensation made him mindless with pleasure, that long slippery muscle fucking him until he was pumping his cock begging, “Fuck me! God, fuck me! Please! Please! Oh God, please!”
The head moved and the black eyes pierced him. He wailed at the loss of that mouth turning his insides to mush. “Are you ready?”
Harry's stomach clenched at hearing that sexy voice. “Please,” he moaned, “I'm so hard!”
'Severus' undid his trousers and an intimidating shaft stood to attention. Mouth watering, Harry stared at it. None of his clients had wanted to be Snape, and he had despaired of having sex he really enjoyed ever again, but now this man was willing to become Severus and bugger him senseless.
The man lay on Harry, dick nudging at the entrance.
“Please,” the younger wizard whispered, “please!”
He closed his eyes, tears of gratitude and pleasure leaking out as the hardness began filling him, sliding deep inside and nestling so far within he was sure the man was touching his core.
And then 'Severus' began to move and Harry saw stars with each perfectly controlled thrust. The older man panted as he dug his fingers into the slender hips under him, holding the body at the right angle to take his aching shaft as fully as possible.
Incoherent with ecstasy, Harry pulled on the black hair, forehead pressed to the other man's temple, nonsense spilling from his lips as he was pounded into the mattress. He threw his head back, whimpering, and bucked wildly, cock spurting. That seemed to take 'Severus' by surprise as Harry felt the explosion of wet heat within him and knew the man had climaxed.
Tears spilled down his cheeks as he held tight onto the man he desired, feeling the dick softening within him and beginning to slip out. He tightened his grip and stopped the cock leaving him altogether. Overcome, Harry pressed shaking lips against the other man's shoulder.
'Severus' drew in a breath, as though about to speak, and then stopped himself. His prick throbbed where Harry was clenching around it. Somehow, despite its explosion, it twitched in that warm tight channel.
“That was … that … Merlin!” gasped 'Severus' as he lay on Harry, shirt twisted, trousers around his knees.
“Yeah,” the younger man panted, “it was.”
For quiet moments they lay together. For the first time since May the previous year, Harry felt happy. The last time he had felt content had been when he had realised that Severus Snape wasn't going to die after all. Now, thinking of the memory, he trailed his finger tips over the ugly scar at the man's neck.
'Severus' shuddered.
“Does that hurt?” Harry asked.
“No, but it feels odd. … I'm not used to having that there.”
They both fell silent. Harry was thinking about the real Snape, and how fantastic sex with him would feel. Mind you, if Harry responded so strongly to even this substitute, he didn't think he'd survive sex with the actual man!
“What's your real name?” 'Severus' asked.
His stomach clenched a little, and Harry knew the older man had felt the tensing of his muscles. “It's actually Harry. I'm not him, though. Just coincidence that I'm Henry. Everyone calls me Harry though.”
“Everyone?”
Harry gave a bitter laugh. “Sorry, I was forgetting I don't have a normal life any more. Back when I wasn't doing this, I was called Harry.”
The man hoisted himself up and looked down at the twisted face. “You seemed enthusiastic. Surely, if you respond like that, you can't mind this so very much.”
Wanting to push the older wizard away, but knowing that the client would object, Harry answered, “That's me responding to you wearing that face and body. I don't react like that normally. How on earth could I? I'd never have the energy!”
Between his legs, Harry felt the other man's stiffening length and rocked his hips up. “I'm good to go for some more, though.”
'Severus' smiled and easily pushed back inside, his dick hard and thick. Harry clenched around the cock, wanting to be fucked by this man forever. He gasped as the prick slid most way out before slamming back in, unerringly jabbing at his prostrate. He sobbed and his hands clawed wildly at the man bringing him such pleasure.
“Please, oh, please, please, please!” he sobbed each time the shaft re-filled him and struck his throbbing nub.
He came shouting Severus' name, tears of pleasure rolling from his eyes. Filled with a splash of hot wetness, he knew the other man had found his peak too. Shaking, he pressed trembling lips to the older man's forehead, aching to kiss the mouth that gasped so desperately for breath.
***
After 'Severus' left, Harry took a shower, which he rarely needed to do after having been with a client, and stroked his half hard cock lazily. It had been wonderful. Every dirty little fantasy rolled up and come true. He couldn't believe a customer had been willing to lick his ass (he shuddered at the remembered pleasure). In fact, no-one had ever done that to him before, and he was thrilled that it had been 'Severus' who had been his first.
More than ever though, he wanted to kiss those stern lips. By the end of the hour, he'd had to cover his mouth to stop himself reaching for the delicious entrance to 'Snape's' mouth. Thank God he'd been on top by that point, riding the thick cock like a demented cowboy.
Groaning, he squeezed his shaft and spurted.
The shower washed his release away and he turned it off. He swilled out his anus and re-lubricated himself and went back into the main room, smelling the heady scent of sated sex. Ducking back into the bathroom, he turned on the 'electric' fan (although the house looked Muggle built, all the appliances worked via magic) to help clear the air and then remade the bed, clearing off the wet patches where he had come so hard he'd screamed.
His customer had dropped ten galleons in the dish, even though Harry had told him he didn't need to. Five would have been fine. Hell, Harry would have done the guy for free if he could have, but that was another thing forbidden by the Ministry – no freebies.
Harry wanted nothing more than to curl up and go to sleep. He wasn't used to coming so much. But, there was a wand sitting in the slot and that meant a client to pleasure. He quickly swigged down some Valetduo, feeling the buzzing in his stomach. Sighing, and pushing the delirious thoughts of Severus from his mind, he called out the details.
A groan threatened to spill out when he heard a woman's voice. Please don't want me to fuck you, he begged, hoping his cock could rise to the occasion if necessary.
Of course, she did.
Harry swallowed a hardening potion and satisfied the witch.
When she had gone, he lay on his back and thought about how wonderful it had felt to lie under (and on top of!) Snape and have him pounding inside. Ass twitching at the lovely memory, he tried to hold onto the happiness for a few moments longer, but it faded when he realised he had yet to take his sex potion. And that always annoyed him.
***
The next day, Harry left a note in his waiting room explaining that he was going to be out for an hour and apparated to Diagon Alley after swallowing some Polyjuice to change him into Dudley. Every month, so far, he had visited Gringotts and had a look at the money on the stone floor – the little profit he made from his work. Having been in his current 'job' for nearly eight months now, he had seen some improvement in his finances. Not enough to allow him to quit, but enough so that he could at least see that maybe, one day, he would be able to do so.
The first month had been slow, other than for the Ministry workers in the floors above, but, it hadn't taken long before information had spread and then clients had come calling often, nearly all wanting to live the fantasy of fucking the Chosen One.
Since that first month, he had been kept busy. On average he saw three to four customers a day. If they each paid for the full service, he could earn forty galleons a day! Well, thirty-two, once the Ministry took their tax. But then there was the monthly charge, the cost of the bank account... all of it whittled away his earnings until he worked, on a good day, for around ten galleons. Still, it was a hell of a lot more than he could have earned any other way. That made him at least feel some chance for a future without sex. But, he didn't get ten galleons from every visitor. And just how much money would he need to survive for the rest of his magically extended life? Harry thought that if he could get Sirius' house back and live there (or, God forbid, live on the top floor of his building) he could survive on around four Galleons a month. That was what he currently spent (not including Polyjuice ingredients). In fairness, though, he was only getting the bare minimum of food and supplies needed to survive. And it wasn't like he was spending much on clothing! He wouldn't want to live like that forever. So, if he allowed twenty Galleons, that would be plenty to be able to live in comfort and to pay for the ingredients for the Polyjuice he would need to make for the rest of his life.
Assuming then that he lived until he was a hundred (Harry gulped at the idea), how much money would he need at the very least? He didn't want to have to live in the building all his life, and he wanted to have enough money to splurge occasionally or buy gifts for his friends. Well, friend. Just Hermione. So, really, the smallest possible amount he needed was 20,000 Galleons.
At Gringotts he found out that he had 2,875 Galleons (and ten sickles). An impressive amount after eight months, but it was also depressing as it meant he had to work another ten times as long to get what he needed. And, that was working on the assumption that he'd continue to be popular. What happened if his clients got bored?!
Sighing, he returned to his flat and let the Polyjuice wear off before heading into his office. Awaiting him was a wand. He looked at it without enthusiasm, thinking of all the hundreds of men and women who would fuck him in the coming years.
“Oak, thirteen inches,” he announced, fighting down a feeling of hopelessness. This was his life now, and he'd damned well better get used to it. Wanting Severus to return wasn't going to change what he had to do inbetween times.
“What is your fantasy?” he asked, bored.
“No fantasy. Just you and me,” the voice replied.
That was unusual. Harry called for a hair of the man he changed into to hide his true identity, swigged down some polyjuice and opened the door. Standing waiting for him was a heavily overweight wizard in tight robes. He looked a little like Slughorn, but without the ridiculous facial hair.
“I've only got time for a quick fuck,” the newcomer said, wheezing a little. “But could I have a quick glass of water before we get started?”
Harry nodded and led the way in. He wasn't looking forward to being under this mountain of a man, but it all paid the bills. Quickly he went into the bathroom and filled a tumbler with water from the tap. The man took up, placed it to his lips and then stopped. “How do I know it's safe?” he asked.
Sighing, Harry drank some then handed the glass back.
His client drained the container and nodded his thanks.
The man sat down on the bed, which creaked alarmingly, and began pulling off his clothes. A pile of sweaty material was left at the bottom of the bed, and the large man looked at Harry. Harry was still standing, the glass still held in his hands, a little surprised by this stranger's forwardness and lack of discomfort at stripping in front of a total unknown.
“Right,” the man said, lying back, his stomach wobbling and his dick swelling. “Hop on.”
Swallowing past the churning in the pit of his stomach, Harry approached and asked, “Which way do you want me to face?”
Please say away from you, please say away from you...
“Doesn't much matter. I won't see much, will I?” the man replied, his view of his prick blocked by the round belly.
Harry nodded, turned his back and straddled the man. He held onto the cock, hating that it too felt slightly sweaty, and lowered himself onto the shaft. As it went in he gasped with surprise. It felt good. The tumbler he had somehow held on to slipped from his grasp and landed on the bed. It rolled away and thunked onto the floor.
Moaning, he rolled his hips and ground down. Was this because he had had sex with Severus? Was he more open to enjoying sex now? It made no sense. He had fucked other clients since Snape and none had brought him any kind of pleasure. None but this sweaty man.
“Like that, bitch?” the man growled, his hips jerking up.
Harry threw his head back, hating that he did like it. He only wanted to enjoy sex with Severus. He rode the cock willingly, grinding down so that he felt the large balls pressing against his skin, clenching his channel as the prick filled him. It hadn't hit his prostrate so he didn't understand why he was enjoying this.
But enjoy it he was.
His own dick was hard and aching, and he gasped as he slammed his body down again and again onto his client's shaft. It felt so good ramming into his passage. Every nerve in his channel felt on fire with need.
“Please,” he groaned, twitching helplessly on the dick.
The man reached for Harry's hips and gripped them. He pulled Harry down onto his prick, held him tight as he thrust up, then released. Again and again he rammed himself as far into the passage as it was possible to go, and all the while Harry wailed with pleasure and begged for more.
At last the stranger climaxed. And his climax triggered Harry's release. He howled as he came and sagged, exhausted, feeling the prick softening within him.
It was no pretence to roll off the man and lie still, gasping for breath as his client rose and dressed. The man grinned at him malevolently. “You'll want me forever now,” he jeered. “The only customer to make you come. I'll do you again some time, and you'll beg me to.” He leaned in, “In fact, you want to let me go, don't you? Want to let me have this as a freebie?” The man looked expectant.
Harry groaned and rolled onto his side. His mouth was already forming the word, “Yes,” when he thought of Severus. Severus, whom he loved even if the other man never knew. “Ye-no,” he choked out, feeling his throat tighten on the word, “No.”
“No,” he forced out again. Past the aching dryness in his throat he coughed, “It's five galleons for sex.”
Shocked, the man dug into his pocket, placed five galleons in the dish and collected his wand. “Hmm, perhaps I won't return. You seem able to fight off my little potion.”
Sneering, he left and Harry fell back onto the bed and slept until he was awakened by another wand hitting the slot.
***
Book_addict_89: Glad you enjoyed the two chapters. And yes, forgetting Ron is not easy. Thanks for the concern, there was nothing major stopping me posting, just life.
LadyRaven: The Ministry will continue to be bastards. But at least Harry got some decent sex this chapter!
Thunderbird: Something good has finally happened, Harry got sex with a Severus lookalike! And I'm glad you liked Kreacher's present, I thought it was sweet too. And shamelessly plug Unstoppable all you want!
Seriously, all, thanks for genuinely seeming to have missed me! Nice to feel wanted, even if it's just for my twisted mind. Oh, and I mentioned whilst writing my last story I was going to the HP studios. Well, I went on 27th October, and they rocked, as usual!
And finally, did anyone guess the pine wand belonged to Severus?
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