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Don't Let The Whirlwind Pass By	By : starstruck86 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Ron Views: 5610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: *waves* Me again. Thought I�d
try something different. For starters, this is the first R/S I�ve done wholly
from S� perspective. Also darker from the off than all of my other attempts, so
I should warn for the content in that it deals with prostitution. As for the canon� hmm. Just say DH happened, but S did not die.
Some others did. Please read and review if you have time and let me know what
you think. xx ETA: Due to fan requests I'll turn this into WIP.

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Severus Snape walked through stinking lanes and alleyways,
the pungency of which could only accompany a descent into the more salubrious
areas of Magical London. He switched to breathing through his mouth only to
find the taste of the air every bit as rancid as the smell of it. One thin hand
rose and tugged the scarf he wore up over his nose and lips. The November rain
was bitterly cold and although he never wanted to admit where he was headed, he
perversely couldn�t wait to get there if only to escape the weather.

And that�s not the
only perverse thing you�ll be doing this evening�

He swallowed resignedly and looked straight ahead with hard,
glaring eyes. There were ways he could have satisfied his needs from the
comfort of his own home. But he could never quite bear to sully the walls with
the filth.

But their walls are
just fine to sully with corrupt moans and bodily fluids�

Rounding the corner he screwed the bitter thoughts up into a
ball and metaphorically threw him as far away as he could. They�d come back,
but with a blink they were at bay, probably until he emptied out into whichever
whore he was presented with that evening. His black eyes swept the cobbles and he
was relieved to find them empty. He wasn�t quite sure why he cared �nobody ever
paid an additional shady figure slipping into the equally shady doorway any
attention at all. Severus knew that it probably had more to do with his own
judgements about what he was doing than anybody else�s. His feet carried him up
stone steps to a dark doorway, looking as abandoned as ever. He pushed the door
open and slipped inside.

�Evening,� a female voice spoke, and Severus looked up, just
in time to step neatly to the side for a departing figure with their face
shielded.

Respectfully he looked away. He doubted if anybody was proud
of why they were there. Severus moved up to the woman and said nothing, waiting
for her to speak, lowering the hood of his coat as he went.

�Your usual isn�t here,� she flicked him an apologetic
glance. �Unwell.�

Severus faltered then. He kept his visits to one whore only
so that there was less chance of discovery. Not that there was really anybody
to discover him, not any more.

�But, the one most people consider the best is free� he
thinks he�s finished but he doesn�t have to be. Do you want him?�

Severus gave her a curt nod. It was a miserable night and he would prefer not
to have made a fruitless journey.

�Room on the top floor, then, last door on
the right. Staying the night?�

�Not sure,� he replied quietly.

She waved him up the stairs and he
immediately left, not wanting to be caught lingering in the lobby or generally to
be in public sight any longer than he had to be. There was a reason he had not
committed to a whole night with whomever he had been matched with �because he
was very specific about whom he slept with. Overly fussy with his fucks as he
was everything else in his life, Severus Snape refused to lie with anybody less
than perfect for his expectations.

No matter what those expectations were, he had never quite
understood how they had manifested. Maybe at Hogwarts, maybe through his period
as a spy for both sides, or maybe during the loneliness after the war, thinking
of when he should have died, seeing both of his Masters fall,
one by his own hand, the other by Potter�s. Maybe it would not have seemed so
desolate if Potter had not fallen alongside them, if all his good work had not
been tainted by his own cruel death.

He turned up the second flight of stairs and wondered who
would be waiting for him. He had pre-requisites, most men who visited did. He
could remember the voice of an old acquaintance clearly in his mind, saying �why would you bother to part with the
galleons if you didn�t like the look of who you were fucking?� Severus had
very much agreed at the time and still did. So, as he levelled out onto the
landing, he hoped he had not just wasted the energy in his thighs from climbing
for nothing.

Gliding to the end room on the right, he knocked once as was
the standard, and turned the knob of the door, instantly looking for the man
waiting for him.

There was a figure clad in a thin robe by the window, and
all Severus could see was a tall, lean form with flaming red hair. He closed
the door with a slight snap and the figure jumped.

�Shit, sorry, I thought I was finished for the night,� the voice was low,
almost husky, and the body moved. Severus saw him stub out a cigarette hastily,
one hand wafting the smoke away.

�You were,� Severus said, almost apologetically. �I usually
frequent somebody else but they are unwell.�

Severus watched as the figure straightened and shoulders
tensed beneath the robe at the sound of his voice. He could see the contours of
a decent if slightly too thin body beneath the almost translucent cotton.
Flames of thick hair scraped the man�s shoulders through the material.

He should have recognised the hair, he realised, and he
should have maybe guessed why the man�s shoulders had tensed. And when the figure
turned round, and he knew his face
�undoubtedly older, unbelievably pale with dark shadows beneath his eyes and
reddened lips, obviously from his last client; Severus� jaw dropped slightly
and his eyes widened.

His mind flew back through the history, trying to remember
quite why he had stumbled across Ronald Weasley in the Knockturn
district�s finest whorehouse, clearly working.

�Sweet Circe, Weasley, is that really you?� the shock
filtered through his words and Severus inwardly cursed his loss of control.

The redhead tugged his robe about him protectively,
finishing with his arms folded tightly over his chest.

�I�ll do anything you want,� the low voice spoke with a little desperation. �As
long as you don�t tell anybody I�m here.�

Severus was still ploughing through the mire of the events
which had happened since the war. Of course, at the time, he had wondered what
would happen to the last remaining remember of the Golden Trio, wondered how he
would cope with the death of his two best friends, one of whom he had been so
clearly in love with. He remembered press photographs of his pale, sorrowful
face, too hurt to possibly enjoy the victory of what he and his friends had
achieved whilst the rest of the magical world had pulled out the stops and
danced in the streets.

But he drew a blank when he realised that the boy, as he was
then, must have disappeared after he himself had left to make a life for
himself as a Muggle. His own plan had gone hideously awry when he had been
tracked down by the Ministry and told he could continue to be exonerated of his
crimes but forced to work for them in compiling their evidence files on the
whole sham of the war, or he could be tried with very little chance of being
absolved and thrown in Azkaban.

Shaking himself out of the painful recollections, Severus
looked back at the redhead and saw apprehensive blue eyes, a strong jaw and a long
but proportionate nose. Cleanly shaven with almost elegant eyebrows, if he
hadn�t been who he was Severus would actually have found himself
quite satisfied with the extra leg power expended in getting up the stairs.

�I� forgive my silence; I am merely shocked to see you
working here.�

�Not half as shocked as I was,� Ron replied to him quietly.

�Do you mind me asking why you are?� Severus remained fully
ensconced in his coat as he dropped into the upholstered chair by the door; he
wasn�t quite sure why but he felt a sit down was in order to process the information.

He watched as his ex-student walked back to the window and
looked out at the rain, the brightness from a lamp post flowing in and
highlighting his face. �I won�t answer that until you give me your word that
you won�t tell anybody where I am.�

�Did you break from your family?� Severus was well aware that served as another
question that his possible whore would not want to answer.

�I�m sure you read the papers and don�t need this from me,�
Ron shrugged. �I am here because I fell into it. And that�s all I�m going to
tell you, Snape.�

The words were abrupt but they didn�t rankle
Severus as they once should have. He knew he had no right in asking the
questions.

�Do you want to use me or are you leaving?�

The question was so horribly blunt that Severus� stomach
turned a little, hearing the man talk about his body so flippantly. But then he
knew his reaction was only born of the fact that he was talking to one of the
wizarding world�s most revered war heroes reduced to nothing but a whore in a
disgusting stained lane of their community. He couldn�t quite get his head
around how it could ever have happened to him.

�I� well; I doubt anything of substance would happen without
me being able to ask you more questions, so it is probably better for your, ah,
schedule if I leave.�

�If you go it looks bad for me,� Ron turned to him then and
walked closer, dropping his arms by his sides and the robe parted as he walked,
allowing Severus a glance of creamy freckled skin. �And then I won�t get my cut
of the money.�

�Surely if nothing happens between us then no money is
involved?�

Severus did not expect the bitter little laugh which escaped
Ron�s lips.

�Not how it works, Snape,� he shook his head and walked
closer. �I don�t suppose you�ve ever asked your usual fuck where your money
goes. It�s certainly not straight to him, I can tell you that much.�

Feeling chastened at his apparently na�ve assumptions,
Severus opened his mouth to ask but the redhead held up a hand to silence him.

�And, you should probably find a new favourite,� Ron�s eyes
lowered to the floorboards of the room, highly varnished beneath his bare feet.

�I was only told that he was unwell.�

�If �unwell� is the new word for dead, yeah, I guess he�s that,�
Ron gestured defeatedly with his hand.

Severus blinked at that news. It had been a few weeks since
his last visit and the dark haired man had seemed well enough then. He made
questioning eyes at the redhead, who swallowed uncomfortably and looked away.

�Was it a client?� Severus asked carefully, thinking of the
protection spells which had been on his main partner.

�No, but working in this place for long enough gets to
plenty of people... He just didn�t turn up one night and then� well. It sucks,
he was a good friend.�

Severus sat there and didn�t quite know why he was so
stunned at the thought that the man he had fucked every month for the past few
years had known that Ronald Weasley was there, working, just like he was.

�I�m sorry for the loss of your friend,� he said quietly.

�Sorry for the loss of your fuck,� Ron shrugged. �Nobody
wins, as ever.�

He turned away then, walking away to perch down on the end
of the bed. �If you�re staying, make up your mind. If not�� blue eyes swept to
the door.

Severus eased up out of the chair and walked to the window,
his boots making loud resounding clacks on the floorboards. He noticed that the
room was in considerably better repair than the one he always visited. The
nameless woman in the foyer�s words came back to him �that the �one most people consider the best� was
free.

�What?� Ron asked sullenly.

�Excuse me?� Severus turned around.

�You laughed, is something amusing?�

Unaware that he had done anything of the sort, Severus
straightened his spine and looked down his nose at the redhead just to rally
his mind into thinking coherently. �Apologies, I was not aware, and it was
certainly not related to our prior
conversation.�

�Then what were you thinking about?�

Severus looked back at him. His other whore had never talked
this much. But then he had never had such history with him, either.

�The woman downstairs implied that you were regarded the
best within the walls of the establishment.�

A discomforting smirk appeared on Ron�s lips then and Severus
found it repugnant that he should consider that good news. He couldn�t find any
other way to interpret the curved lips.

�That�s only because I have no limits, I�ll do anything and
I don�t have protection on me.�

�You what,
Weasley?� Severus knew he had snapped, but it was only on account of his
shock.

He couldn�t believe that anybody would be as foolish as to
enter into such a line of work as the redhead had without the spells to protect
his body from abuse and disease.

�I have the disease protection, but nothing else,� Ron altered.

�Have you lost your mind? You could be murdered on any given
night and nobody would have a clue!�

Big blue eyes looked back at Severus� shocked face but the
reddened lips did not speak again. Severus looked over his face.

Is that the point?
The words streaked through Severus� mind like a knife slice and his stomach
turned once more at the thought that the man in front of him chose to
purposefully forego protection to try and inadvertently end his life.

�Please tell me that�s not what you want?� the words tumbled
out ungracefully and Severus raised a hand to cover his mouth. �Tell me you
don�t want to die by the hands of some stinking drunk or disease ridden
monster?�

�Are you a
stinking drunk or a disease ridden monster?� Ron asked of him.

�No!�

�Well then, please don�t assume that all of my clients are
like that.� The words were curt and cold.

�But you cannot possibly
tell me that life was so bad for you after the war that you had to resort to
selling your body, Weasley!�

�I won�t tell you that, but I always assumed you were an
intelligent bloke, so figure it out for yourself and let�s get on, shall we?�

Severus� mouth fell open in what might have been disgust.
�How can you have such casual disregard for your own safety?�

Ron laughed again then and got back to his feet, walking very
close to Severus.

�Look at me,� he whispered, gesturing to his body and
yanking open his robe.

Severus couldn�t help it, his dark eyes dipped down and he
did as Ron asked, he looked. He saw scars, some years old; he assumed they had
to be from the war. He was nearly too
thin and Severus could see the light corrugation of his ribs; his hips were so
slight it was almost obscene. His crotch was bare and Severus wanted to look
away, he was so traumatized by the fact the once-proud student he had taught
was practically dangling his body on a string before him, yet he found he could
not drag his eyes from the sight.

�You think I have regard for any part of me, Snape? You think I care about anything?� He yanked
the robe shut again. �I didn�t set out to be this. But I fell into it, found I
was good at it. Money wasn�t bad. I needed an out.�

�Why didn�t you just disappear into the Muggle world?�
Severus asked, well aware that it wouldn�t have worked �after all, it hadn�t
for him.

�They find you everywhere but the places they really don�t
want to look,� Ron shrugged simply, sad eyes falling down between them to the
floor.

�Your family�� Severus let his words trail off as he heard
another bitter laugh.

�Would be devastated, yeah, I know.�

�They don�t know��

�You think I�d still be here if they did?� Ron laughed. �Christ, you know, and
there was me thinking you were so much more intelligent than I ever was. You�re
really not doing yourself any favours, Snape.�

The slights on his intellect were nothing, Severus found,
compared to his crashing horror about what the man was allowing to happen to his
body and soul.

�How old are you?� he asked quietly, too stunned to manage
the mental calculation he could easily have made at any other time.

�Twenty-three.�

�Twenty-three and the finest whore in Knockturn,
McGonagall would be so proud if she knew,� Severus raised an eyebrow, his
sarcasm running back to him as the shock diluted a little.

�Well, so what?� Ron shrugged. �Nobody needs to ever know
where I am, what I�m doing. Don�t you think it�s probably better for them to
think I�m dead?�

�If you found out Potter was still alive, would you have
appreciated thinking he was dead for five years?� Severus cocked his head as he
spoke.

�Don�t mention him,� Ron�s head twitched irritably, and
though he marshalled his emotions well Severus knew he had struck a nerve.

�Or Granger?�

He didn�t know why he was standing there trying to provoke a
rise out of the redhead whose primary job for the night was to service him. He
wasn�t even sure why he was so affected by finding out about his chosen
profession. If it was
chosen at all�

�I am finding it hard to comprehend how someone like you
ended up here,� he gave a wave to the room.

�I find it hard to believe a man like you frequents here,� Ron raised an eyebrow in challenge. �You
disappeared. I remember. If you need sex, surely you could have found a partner
to give it to you?�

Severus lowered his eyes, willing the colour flaming on his
cheeks to die down before he spoke again. �I was found,� he replied simply.
�Found and forced into an agreement which left me with no choice but to return
to the wizarding world.�

�Let me guess, that or Azkaban, right?� Ron shrugged with knowing smile.

�Yes.�

�Exonerated my arse,� Ron commented and turned away, turning
to pad aimlessly around the space in the room.

�Quite.�

�You�ve still not said why you�re here. Or if you�re staying,� Ron
pointed out. �Seriously, if you don�t want me, Snape, get out; I might be able
to earn something from someone who actually wants my body tonight.�

�Do you not understand my reaction?� Severus frowned at him.
�How much of a shock it is to find you here, whoring yourself to all and
sundry?�

�It�s not all and
sundry,� Ron laughed disbelievingly. �As you said. I�m
the best. That means I only get the select cut.�

�Are you implying I should think myself lucky to be allowed into your room?�
Severus wanted to laugh himself at the absurdity.

�I suppose you could put it that way,� Ron shrugged. �So�?�

�I have your discretion?� Severus looked at the closed door.

�If I have yours,� Ron bargained. �Nobody finds out I�m here
Snape. Anyone does and I know which door I�ll be knocking on, don�t I?�

�Are staff allowed to threaten their clients?� Severus narrowed his eyes
accusingly.

�No. But then you�re not going to make a scene, are you? You
don�t like being here.�

Severus wondered how the redhead knew that. He reached up
and undid the buttons of his coat.

�I can always tell,� Ron shrugged. �You carry yourself like
this is all beneath you, but in your eyes it�s all there. Disgust,
fear, self-loathing. You see enough people up close like I have, Snape,
and trust me; you get to know body language.�

�That makes me even more pitying for you,� Severus commented
bluntly, stripping off the heavy garment and placing it on the chair he had
been sitting in.

�Don�t waste your brainwaves feeling sorry for me,� Ron
muttered. �I could leave if I wanted to enough. I wasn�t forced into this.�

�So why are you
here? Why sell yourself so utterly and inconceivably short?�

�It�s easy. It�s nothing. It�s money.�

�For the sexual gratification?�

�Fuck no; you think any of the selfish bastards that come
through that door give one shit about me?� Ron asked incredulously. �You think
they care if I get off?�

Severus looked at him with pitiful eyes. �No, I suppose
not.�

�Well, there�s your answer then. I don�t think after all
this time I even know what sexual gratification is.�

�How long?�

�Three years, two here.�

�Don�t you fear being recognised?�

�I have been before.�

�But nobody has outed
your position?�

�You�ll find as you leave why nobody who�s with me outs me,�
Ron sent him a look. �If they want me again, they�re sworn to an oath of
silence, if they don�t want me again, she Obliviates them. Just
the memories of the evening, of course, nothing more.�

�She is willing to do that for you?�

�She�d bend over for me herself it brought her more of the
kind of money I make her.�

�How many men do you see in a night?�

�You�re the fifth��

Severus� mouth was open yet again as he looked suddenly at
the bed, wondering what kinds of debauchery the sheets had seen since the early
evening.

�It�s clean, don�t worry about it,� Ron snorted.

�I was thinking of you, not the hygiene of the bed,� Severus
snapped, his hair flying about his face as he whirled to look at the redhead.
�I must confess I cannot settle my conscience with all this.�

�Don�t think about your conscience. Hell, you�re in a whorehouse. Surely you
should have left it in the designated box in the hallway? I don�t think you can
be in one of these places with one��

Severus had to concede the redhead had a fair point. Only
their combined history made him reluctant to remain. If his usual had still
been alive he felt quite confident he would have already reached orgasm in the
time they had simply stood talking.

�So,� Ron said weightily. �Staying or
going, Snape? Remember, I�ll do whatever the hell you like as long as
you keep your mouth shut.�

�Which makes no never mind really, does it Weasley, if I�ll be oathed or Obliviated on my way out?�

�Exactly.�

With that the pointless robe adorning the redhead�s
shoulders was cast onto the floor and he was fully naked in the flickering
candlelight. He walked calmly to the bed and laid down on it, sending his eyes
down onto the sheets beneath his body. He reached out one hand and provocatively
patted the space next to him.

Severus was frozen. He could not deny that his former
student set an incredibly attractive outline as he lay stretched out on the
bed, back against the headboard, feet crossed at the ankles and everything in
between laid out like a buffet. He obviously sensed Severus� gaze and looked up
at him.

�It�s alright to like what you see,� he said softly. �I
don�t care who you are, you�re paying money to be here.�

�That is so wrong,
on so many levels,� Severus breathed as he climbed onto the bed, kicking off
his boots, which he had never bothered to lace correctly, as he went.

�So, what would you like from me�?� Ron asked in a quiet
tone.

�Sex,� Severus rolled his eyes.

�What specifically? What did you do
with your other?�

Severus noticed how nobody ever seemed willing to mention
names. He didn�t know the name of the woman who ran the place, nor had he ever
known the true name of the man he had fucked for four years. But then, as Severus
poised kneeling on the unfamiliar mattress, he wondered why he did not feel the
loss of that man more. Maybe it would hit him later as he crawled out of the
shower, scrubbed red raw and physically disgusted with himself, as always.
Maybe then he would feel remorse for the connection he had lost.

�We just had sex,� he said simply. �With
myself as the top.�

�Nothing else, no oral, no
foreplay, nothing on the side like bondage?� the list of exploits rolled off
the redhead�s tongue with unashamed speed.

�Foreplay is a� well. This is not easy for me,� Severus knew
the ugly colour was back in his face.

�It never is when you�re trying to deny what you truly
want,� Ron said consolingly, and he reached out a hand and ran it up Severus�
thigh.

�Why do you assume that is my situation?�

�So tense,� Ron�s fingers crept spindle-like to his crotch
and rested there. �If this was just an aside for you, you would hold yourself
differently� you act straight, you don�t want anybody to know, so you creep out
in the depth of night to get what you want� you�re pretty textbook.�

Again, Severus knew it should have offended him but all he
could think of were the fingers on his crotch. He mourned their loss when Ron
shifted, coming up on his knees to kneel in front of him.

�Do you have any limits?� Ron asked, reaching out to
unbutton the dark shirt he was wearing.

Severus thought. It had been so long since he had started
visiting he could not easily remember if there was anything he had outlawed. �I
don�t really know��

�I suppose we�ll find out,� Ron gave him a gentle smile
which Severus knew it was wrong to take comfort from.

But then there�s
nothing right about this, letting him whore himself for you�

He jumped when fingers brushed the bare skin of his chest
and the shirt was pushed back off his shoulders. Everything seemed to burst
into life then, including his erection, as the redhead kneed closer and their
bodies touched. Severus� arms were trailing behind him, still stuck in the
shift sleeves where Ron had left them. The first hand was joined by a second
and he felt warm palms slide down and around to rest on his back, where the
fingertips pressed in slightly.

�Smooth,� he commented randomly, marvelling at the absence
of calluses or even general roughness in the hands holding him.

�In this line of work it pays to look after yourself,� Ron murmured, and then words ceased as he took
the liberty of pressing his lips to Severus�.

Severus nearly pushed him away; he was so shocked at the
passionate way the lips worked against his own and the way the redhead�s tongue
swiped to demand entrance. He batted away the surprise, though, and smoothed
his own hands into place on the mirroring bare back of the man holding him.

He opened his eyes, not remembering when they had closed to
see that Ron had his own firmly shut. Severus barely had time to spare the
thought that he would have, too, if it were him working, before it was chased
away by the hands slipping off his back to undo his trousers. The fingers were
nimble as they rolled down the zipper and fought their way inside, brushing
against his erection through plain underwear.

It was all done with such finesse, such ease, that Severus
found himself unsurprised at the redhead�s popularity. He was being stripped
with barely any effort and he didn�t notice when the trousers fell completely
down around his knees because he was so wrapped up in the kiss and the tongue
plundering his mouth.

�On your back,� Ron whispered, pulling away slightly and
finally regarding Severus with what, he saw when up close, were brilliantly
sapphire blue eyes.

The kind of eyes that
hook you in and embed in your soul�

He fell down onto his side willingly and didn�t protest when
Ron dragged off his trousers. Socks and underwear soon followed. Severus
remembered at this point he usually felt so ashamed he considered running for
the door. Whether Ron sensed that, Severus didn�t know, but he didn�t have the
time to reach his pinnacle of self-loathing as his body was covered with
another and then soon he was being kissed again, with the same determination
and heat as before. Fingers were running riot through his hair, something
Severus had never quite experienced before. He always washed it before he
visited, assuming that there was no point in making himself more unattractive
to the poor soul lumbered with him than his given face already was. Even still,
it would never be nice hair, not in
his mind and his previous visits had never involved it being touched as it
currently was. Not nice like the hair he reached up and sank his own hands
into.

He marvelled at the sensations on his long, thin digits, weaving
through thick silk which didn�t tangle at all. All of a sudden the redhead
groaned into the kiss and Severus realised it was because of what he was doing,
and was caught unknowing of whether he should stop.

�Nice,� Ron assured him as he rose to catch a few breaths.
Severus saw the surprise registered in his face.

Is he really so
untouched by the others that come through his door?

�Do they never touch you?� the question was blurted and
rough, Severus closed his eyes in embarrassment.

�Some do. Never as gently as that, though, I assure you.�

The lips moved then to kiss down his neck and Severus lolled
his head back on the pillow with a slight groan of his own, losing himself in
the sensation of hot lips, wet tongue and sharp teeth razing his flesh. He
gasped as it passed over the defined bump of his Adam�s apple and broke into
pants when the mouth settled at the hollow of his throat and sucked.

It was as though the simple action sent sparks crackling
along his skin right into the heart of his groin. He was harder than hard,
feeling a trickle of fluid in the join between stomach and pubic mound.

�Stop,� he begged finally when he was quite sure he would
come undone.

Ron obliged instantly and Severus pitied the loss even
though it had been him who had called a halt to the beautiful sensation.

�I will always obey your commands to stop,� Ron assured him,
placing another kiss on his mouth. �This is, after all, about you.�

The caring resonated in the husky tone and Severus wondered
how the hell the redhead found it within himself to give a damn about who he
was servicing.

He must lead a
miserable fucking life, getting nothing but the money for himself, which he
cannot use as I bet he is here every single night� It was incomprehensible
to Severus.

�Don�t question it,� Ron said simply, as if he had read his
mind. �Just enjoy it.�

Severus was about to reply that he was not particularly sure
that he could when a firm hand gripped his cock and began to stroke up and down
in a slow, assured rhythm. Ron settled himself on his side along Severus� body.

�Lift your head up slightly,� he whispered, Severus complied
and felt an arm sneak into the vacated space, the adjoined hand moving to
stroke the shoulder it settled against.

One leg was tugged between Ron�s own and held there. On
instinct Severus bent his arm up to lace his fingers through those of the hand
on his shoulder and he felt suddenly trapped into the intimacy in a way he had
never experienced before. Ron�s style was very different to what he had known
for four years. Longer
than that. Nobody has ever
held you quite like this�

Ignoring the thoughts about how miserable it made his life
that only a whore had ever held him so beautifully, Severus raised his chin
intimating another kiss which Ron freely gave him, keeping his hand at the same
pace.

Severus kept his eyes open for the kiss, assessing the way
that Ron�s eyelashes were not long enough to reach his cheekbones but were lengthy enough to give him beauty. The freckles across
said cheekbones and his nose were stark against the pale tired skin. A long
fringe brushed over Severus� own face and he moaned at the feel.

The kiss broke as the need for air became apparent and then
their eyes met. Ron seemed to take his own fill of the face before him and
Severus suddenly longed to know what he was thinking. From the kind set of the
few lines on his young face, he was confident that he wasn�t completely
displeased.

Idiot, he�s being paid
to fuck you. Of course he�s not going to show he finds you repulsive.

�Don�t question it,� Ron said again, his eyebrows rising
slightly. �Not everything is calculated, Severus, though I understand why you
of all people might feel that it is.�

Severus couldn�t find it within him to point out that he had
never given Ron the permission to slide into a first name correspondence, but
then he felt a tight squeeze on his erection and realised that it was probably
far too late for them to be calling each other by anything else, even if he was paying for the privilege of that
hand being there.

�Do you like oral?� the question was whispered breathily in
his ear and Severus hated the shudder which ripped down his spine.

�I� I am not very experienced in the art,� he confessed, closing his eyes.

�So you really did just fuck, huh?� Ron swallowed his disbelieving laugh.

�Yes,� Severus murmured.

�Well, that�s fine by me� but you� there�s more to it than
that.�

�To what?�

�Sex, more than just fucking� let me show you?�

Severus nodded without saying anything or even opening his
eyes, but he regretted the loss of the comforting hold Ron had held him in when
he moved to settle between his thighs, which he pushed apart with warm hands.

He felt a wet heat engulf the tip of his cock and he groaned
aloud, arching up, but the hands pinned his hips to the bed and spread out
their fingers. He lost himself in the activity encompassing his arousal; firm
lips sliding up and down, at the peak of the movements a wet tongue swirling
across the head before it slid down the underside with the lips. Soon he was
panting, but he remained in the darkness, unable to believe that the feeling
would be any better for seeing the redhead down between his thighs.

It wasn�t the first time he had been sucked off. But it�s the first time it�s ever felt so
damned good�

The sliding ceased and fingers curled around the base,
holding his erection upright whilst the sinful tongue set to properly licking
at the head. He hissed as it dug into the slit and then swirled again. Ron set
into a rhythm of swiping broadly with the flat of his tongue, then digging into
the flesh and swirling away the slight sting the previous action had created.
He repeated it over and over until Severus thought he would go mad with the
impending storm of orgasm building up in his balls.

�S-stop,� he breathed, and just as before when the lips had been assaulting his
throat, they were removed, the fingers relaxed and his cock settled down to
rest against his stomach.

�Why do you keep asking me to stop when you�re enjoying
yourself?� Ron asked curiously, and Severus was finally forced to open his
eyes.

�I want to come inside you,� he muttered, lowering his eyes
from the expectant face.

�And you don�t think you�d manage it more than once?�
Comprehension dawned in the young voice.

�Do� do most of your clients�?�

�Yeah�� But it�s fine,
remember, this is about what you want.�

Severus nodded dizzily and pushed himself into a sitting
position, his hair swinging forward to swamp around his face. His eyes trailed
up the creamy thin body before him and swallowed slightly when it passed over
the half-hearted erection there.

�How do you do it?� he asked suddenly, flicking his eyes up
to find Ron�s, as though he would receive a more honest answer from them than
the redhead�s mouth.

�What, do this?� Ron asked, and
sighed when Severus nodded in confirmation. �I� it�s not all bad, I suppose.
But like I said before, most of them don�t give a damn whether I come or not.
So it doesn�t really matter unless they want me to be the top.�

�And then what?� Severus reached forward, his blood alive
with the daring as fingertips brushed a lightly dusted thigh, feeling the hairs
there.

�I think of anything that works,� Ron gave him a small smile
and looked down at his hand. �Want me to lie down so you can explore properly?�

He didn�t bother to wait for a confirmation and Severus
watched as the rangy form shifted, making his ribs all the more obvious as his
skin stretched. He saw a strong enough back, freckled like the rest of the
redhead, interlaced what looked like welt marks.

�What are they?� Severus frowned, reaching out for them but Ron turned and lay
down before he could make contact.

�The reminder of somebody else�s night with me,� Ron just
answered cryptically and Severus fought down the nausea again. �Come on, don�t
dwell on anything too much� it seriously doesn�t work to dwell on anything in this place, Severus.�

It was still such a shock to hear his name on the reddened
lips that Severus slumped a little, and seconds later he had planted his face
firmly in his hands. He heard nothing, not the creaking of the bed with
movement or a voice. Ron simply laid there and waited for him to take the next
action.

�How can you do it?� he muttered through his fingers. �How
can you lay there so fucking brazenly for me? I�ve� I taught you when you were
eleven, for fuck�s sake!�

�Well, I�m not eleven any more.�

�Thank God or then I really would be going to hell.�

�Oh don�t be stupid,� Ron snorted. �This means nothing. You
pay for sex, it doesn�t make you evil.�

�Plenty would disagree with you.�

�Well then �plenty� have never been lonely, or abandoned, or
hurt, have they?�

Severus lowered his hands and fixed Ron with a confused
stare.

�Look, I�m lying here, asking you to touch me,� Ron waved a
hand at himself. �Please, stop wasting our time if you�re just going to run
away.�

Anger finally blossomed into his bloodstream at the rebuke,
the implication of his cowardice, and his lips curled up into a trademark sneer.

�Heh,� Ron shook his head. �Now that�s the Severus Snape I remember.�

Severus moved forward, trailing his hand up from one knee
all the way to the man�s hip, making sure his fingers dipped down to tickle the
delicate inner-thigh area. Ron merely watched him with interested blue eyes and
didn�t bat an eyelid when the hand chose to creep over his crotch and fondle
there. Severus settled by his side and turned his head to kiss the redhead.

Again it was new. He brought one hand up and laced it into
the thick hair, curling his fingers so it snagged around them. The responsive
mouth beneath his own opened as soon as his tongue presented for entry and he
found himself leading the kiss, something he had never been confident in.
Severus was surprised then to feel the cock he was fondling hardening.

He pulled back with a few tacking kisses and regarded the
face next to his own.

�I thought you would be different,� Ron assessed quietly.

�How so?�

�You seemed� well. A man that could keep a class deathly
quiet with a whisper and have them cowering when he shouted� the sort of man
you would look at and assume to be powerful in bed.�

�And I suppose you�d know having fucked half the wizarding
population?�

Ron fell silent, blinking a few times before shrugging. His
reaction only served to disquiet Severus further. He wondered what had happened
to the fiery boy who would fight back against his cutting remarks, look at him
scornfully and call him a bastard beneath his breath.

�I would be, if you were female,� Severus lowered his eyes
to the sheets and firmly kept them there.

�Why is a man so different?� Ron asked then, reaching forward and taking hold
of his erection again, giving it gentle strokes as he spoke. �Same
principles. You still stick it inside a body��

�But a man is different to a woman� hard angles� and I�
well. My upbringing was that men were dominating. So two men
together presents a problem.�

�How can you let something from your childhood affect
something you obviously enjoy?�

�I�m not paying you for a therapy session,� Severus growled
pointedly. �I�m paying you for a-�

�Fuck, yes, I get it. But you�re not into it. Is it because
it�s me, because you can�t get over me being what I am?�

�Seeing how you ended up is undoubtedly affecting me,�
Severus confessed.

�I�ve not �ended up� anything,� Ron replied indignantly. �I�ve probably got
more money than you have, and a better apartment.�

�But the point is you�re here with me and not in it,� Severus raised an
eyebrow.

�I would have been had you not walked through the door.�

�Well then maybe it was fate that I did.�

�Maybe it was, maybe tonight would have been the night I decided to follow your
friend.�

All this was said whilst the redhead still continued to
stroke his cock, which Severus thought pushed to the bounds of sanity. �How can
you sit doing that when you imply tonight might have been the night you took
your own life?�

�You�re not pushing my hand away,� Ron looked down between
them.

He squeezed harder then and sped up the movement, letting
his wrist flip freely back and forth, keeping his fingers in tight rings.
Severus gasped and forgot all about the conversation whilst he was teased back
to full hardness.

�Are you going fuck me or not?� Ron�s voice was a low growl
and Severus moaned in response. �Then fuck me so you can get the hell out of
here and we can both stop discussing things we�d rather not.�

The hand was gone then and Ron summoned something from the
bedside table and worked the lid off a jar. He slid his fingers inside and then
without warning coated Severus� cock with the cool gel. Severus fell back on
his hands with his legs stretched out on the bed to give him better access and
watched as his member was slicked up. Ron replaced the lid.

�What about you?�

�Remember, you�re number five,� Ron muttered quietly, but
then seemed to change his mind. Severus watched with equally divided amounts
fascination and revulsion as the lid was removed once more, fingers dipped in
the gel and the man reached behind and plunged his own fingers into his arse,
stretching. �Where and how do you want me?�

Severus faltered again, thinking on all his past exploits.
He hated seeing their faces; it was as though they were a window to their souls
as they came for him. And they always did. He found it abominable to consider
that they wouldn�t, and was slightly scared of the fact that Ron might not.

�On your back,� Severus said decisively without the smallest
clue why, and watched as the redhead instantly fell down as requested, his
knees bent up with his feet flat on the bed.

Then he moved with stalking slowness, smoothing his palms up
Ron�s shins, over his knees and back down the other side on the tops of his
thighs, and then as he settled between his legs he crept
them up to rest on his hips. He felt his hair swing past his face as he looked
down at the redhead who gazed up at him.

�Whenever you want.�

Severus didn�t reply to him but leant down and kissed him
again, positioning himself in between his legs and their chests touched. He was
surprised by the groan which rumbled out of the redhead�s mouth as they met and
the way the hardened arousal pressed into his stomach. If it was unusual for
him, Ron did not comment, he merely continued the kiss and wrapped his arms
around Severus� back, holding him tightly.

The passion which had swept him away when Ron had first
kissed him came back in spades, and Severus was able to successfully chase away
the nagging thoughts in his mind which made him feel nauseous on contemplation.
He felt fingers tugging at his hair and wondered how the redhead had known he
liked it.

He appears to have
become a master at reading body language� but then his trade is in bodies� no
wonder, I suppose�

Severus let out a shuddering gasp when he felt that one of
Ron�s hands had slid all the way down his back and crept over his arse, fingers
sliding down the crack and teasing his entrance. He pulled up from the kiss to
deal with the sensations wracking his lower half -of tingling, of probing, of fearing
being breached.

�Oh gods stop,� he moaned, closing his eyes.

�You don�t really want me to stop, do you?� the replying
voice was thick and full of enticement.

�No,� the betraying word fell from Severus� lips before he
could stop it.

He bucked and clenched around the finger which slid into
him, willing his limbs to stop trembling. The hand in his hair pushed his head
down onto a pale shoulder, his cheek pressed into the skin. Severus simply
closed his eyes and felt his cock harden when the finger pressed deeper and
moved a little.

And then, as if it were more than just a �paid for fuck�, as
though they weren�t in the middle of
a whorehouse, he felt a gentle kiss pressed into his dark hair with such
tenderness his heart thudded.

How on earth can he
lie here and do this?

�I�m not like this with everyone,� the whisper filtered
down, Severus didn�t believe it for a second. �But you� you�re so scared,
reserved��

He couldn�t particularly deny that, he knew. Severus groaned
as the finger slid out and the hand rested demurely across his cheeks. Missing
the full sensation, he looked up to find a strange expression smattered across Ron�s
pale face.

�Is something wrong?� he asked immediately, levering up.

�No,� Ron assured him quietly. �I just� with getting the
select cut, you get the experienced men� I haven�t... well. You�re very nervous
and I�ve not been with anybody like that in a long time. It�s refreshing, if
you�ll believe that.�

Severus� glance must have implied that he didn�t because Ron
flushed slightly and looked apologetically off to the side. Unwilling to cause
him discomfort, Severus bent his head and kissed him again, teasing his mouth
open and his tongue out to dance. Fingers wound around his hair once more and
the passion surged back.

He couldn�t place why that night was different, why the
redhead beneath him was so much better
at what he did than the man Severus had seen for the past four years, why his
blood was pounding so much harder. He didn�t like the thought of it being their
history that made it so sweltering that he thought he might melt. Severus was
overcome with the sudden urge to touch, to bring pleasure and make the hot body
even more heated and, more importantly, to bring it to orgasm.

As he reached for the hard erection pressing into his belly,
he suddenly thought that he might understand Ron�s ability to work as he did a
little more. Smoulderingly hot beneath his touch, he gave the penis a few
strokes in his hand maintaining the kiss, which he then broke off in favour of
looking down at the face contorting with pleasure beneath him.

Which
is fucking absurd because you loathe looking at their faces�

But there was an elegant beauty in the way Ron�s eyes were
half-closed, sapphires lurking beneath the lids, the way his mouth was open in
a soundless pant. When Severus sped up his hand the eyes shut all the way and
his whole head was thrown back, highlighting his throat. He wanted to bend and
press his lips to it, but he couldn�t tear his gaze from the man�s expression.

Eyes cracked open again, Severus guessed that the redhead
had sensed that he was being watched. Confusion flickered within the sapphires
for a moment before it was blinked away to be replaced with a determined
returning gaze.

He doesn�t understand
why I�m touching, why I�m watching�

Severus wasn�t about to tell him, either. If he was with
someone who could be regarded as the best in the house, who had a woman willing
to commit illegal Obliviations merely to keep him on
staff, but who couldn�t understand his own beauty and worth, Severus wasn�t going
to waste his breath on adoration.

He knew well enough from those who had tried to tell him the
same �if the person didn�t want to believe it then they never would.

So instead he bent again, sucked the redhead�s lower lip
into his mouth and nibbled slightly, appreciating the moan which rose out of
the open cavern. He slid his hand out from between them and with very little
resistance he moved back and pulled the pliant body up into a sitting position
without thinking.

Arms properly looped around him and Severus let Ron take the
lead as he felt his legs be straddled, their lips never parting even when firm
hands pushed him down onto his back and he realised what was about to happen. Ron
sat up again, and one toned arm disappeared behind his thin body. Then Severus
felt fingers on his cock followed by the all-encompassing heat as Ron lowered
himself down onto it.

Severus threw his head back with his eyes closed, his hands
making fists of the bedsheets as the fingers around
him withdrew and reappeared on his stomach. And then when the man began to ride
him, slowly at first, allowing himself to adjust to his width and length,
Severus let out a moan louder than he was sure he�d ever made in his life.

�That�s it,� the low voice rumbled into his ears as though
they were spoken directly into his ear canal. �Lose yourself in it� it�s just
me and you��

Nobody should sound
that damn enticing� The thought sounded desperate and whining even in his
own mind as another whimper broke through his lips as the pace sped up. He
could hear the slapping of skin on skin as he was ridden and the pants coming
through the reddened lips above him from the exertion. Severus wondered whether
Ron was touching himself.

Opening his eyes proved that he was not. Gathering all his
strength (which was harder than he had ever thought it could be, fighting
against the pleasure) Severus pushed himself up to sit with one arm locked out
behind him, and curled the other hand around the bobbing erection. Ron
immediately hissed and threw his head back, hair flying off his face and
Severus could just envision in his mind�s eye the way it would tumble down his
back, shifting as he bounced up and down on the cock inside of him.

�Oh fuck yes!�

The shout was broken and breathy but that only made it all
the more sexual to Severus who couldn�t resist throwing forth his other arm and
locking it around the narrow waist, holding himself upright. Unable to move as
he had been without dislodging Severus, Ron slowed the pace and wrapped his own
arms around Severus� neck, pulling on his hair to tilt his head back for
another searing kiss.

That was all Severus needed for the tightness to return to
his sac and the storm to gather again. The growl he released into the kiss was
positively feral and Ron seemed to drink it straight down into his blood. He
tightened his grip on the hair he held and Severus cried out in shock and bliss
as he felt tight muscles clench around his dick, forcing him into climax far
too early, he realised, for what he wanted. He wanted the fire in his veins to
last forever.

He canted his hips as he poured out into the tight passage,
moaning as he felt it wash back around him. Lost in his own pleasure, he didn�t
notice his firm grip still around Ron�s erection. But whether it was the
feeling of it being there, or the noises Severus was making, or a mixture of
all of the factors together, when Severus� hand slipped slightly there was a
desperate moan and sticky wetness everywhere, flooding the space between them.
Severus felt it land on his own chest.

Shuddering breaths followed the moan as the cock twitched in
the palm of Severus� hand, still heavily leaking. He looked up into a shocked,
almost frightened face and frowned in concern. But just as before, Ron blinked
away the expression and arranged his features into a sated look of pleasure,
which Severus wasn�t entirely convinced was an act, and swallowed hard.

The air around them settled as they remained in position,
the only sounds in the room their laboured breathing. Severus� hips twitched
with discomfort as he began to soften, still lodged deeply within the young man
straddling him, and it seemed to jerk them both back to their senses. Ron
delicately manoeuvred off his body, letting Severus� wilting cock drop and loll
obscenely against his thigh. He looked down at it, wondering what to do next.
His first reaction was usually to throw his clothes on and run. But that didn�t
feel right, or what he actually wanted, this time.

He looked to Ron to see what he was doing, which turned out
to be holding his wand and shooting wordless spells at himself.
Then he turned with a small smile and did the same for Severus, who bit into
his bottom lip as one cleaned within his passage. He turned questioning eyes to
Ron.

�I just thought� after what I did, you might feel� well.
Doesn�t matter, right?� He shrugged. �Just get off a sec,� he motioned to the bedsheets.

Severus rolled off, surprised but glad of his attention to
hygiene, and he felt tired and sleepy as his feet took on his body weight. He
looked around again at the room whilst Ron worked and ambled to the window,
wondering how he felt so comfortable walking around naked. Normally he dove straight back into his clothes, eager not to be seen
out for them for a second longer than necessary. On his more uptight days he
never even really got them off.

�Done,� Ron called to him. �What do you normally do�?�

�Normally I would
have been three streets away by this point,� Severus murmured, turning back to
him, to find that Ron had slipped back into the dark robe which had fallen to
the floor.

�But you�re not tonight,� Ron cocked his head with a small
smile, which was neither teasing nor particularly friendly, and it fell from
his lips as he turned away to a small cabinet. �Do you drink?�

�Yes,� Severus answered tentatively, padding back to the bed
and watching as Ron knelt and pulled out wine and two glasses.

�Are you going to be staying�?� Ron asked quietly over his shoulder.

�That is up to you.�

�No, Snape, it�s up to you, remember, your money, your time,
your wants.�

Severus noticed the immediate switch back to his surname and
balked slightly, the hatred beginning to seep into his veins at what he had
done, what he had felt for the man now apparently back to coldness.

�Sit down,� Ron gestured to the bed with the bottle as he
stood up. �Unless you want to go in which case I won�t bother opening this.�

Severus didn�t know what made him sit down, but he did. And
not only did he sit down; he slid under the covers of the bed and pulled them
up around his waist so he felt more comfortable. Ron said nothing as he poured
wine into a levitating glass and passed it to him, before pouring his own and
sinking down onto the mattress. He took a deep mouthful and set the bottle down
with a clunk on the floorboards.

Severus watched him carefully, seeing his eyes trained
determinedly on the sheets.

�Thank you,� Ron said suddenly after swallowing another
mouthful �his glass was already nearly empty. �You didn�t have to do that, you
know��

�Yes I did,� Severus said in a low tone, taking his own swig of wine. It was
deep and rich, velvety on his tongue and dry mouth. �I� don�t think I could
cope with what I do if the person I was with did not receive pleasure from it.�

Ron looked up at him then. �And that just makes me wonder
why the hell you come here� there are hardly any��

Severus looked back at him uncomfortably. �You seemed
surprised every time I touched you.�

�That�s because I was,� Ron drained the glass and set it down next to the
bottle. He shimmied beneath the sheets and slid the robe off his shoulders,
tugging it out and throwing it on the floor.

�Do you stay here often?� Severus asked quietly.

�Not really. Not many people choose to stay the night.�

�I won�t,� Severus assured him. �I�ll be gone by dawn.�

�Again, actually better for me if you stay,� Ron said
sheepishly. �Then it goes down as an all night visit and I won�t have to work
tomorrow night.�

�What counts as all night?� Severus took another mouthful.

�Seven in the morning, and you can leave via the back
entrance and apparate to wherever you want. Totally sealed off and nobody will
see you. But, if you have somewhere to be, don�t worry about it, I�ll live.�

Severus looked over him then, seeing the extra tiredness
which had crept onto his face.

�And what do you do with people who stay all night?�

�More of the same,� Ron shrugged, curling up in an upright
ball, hooking his arms around his shins with the sheets forming a barrier
between his body and thighs. �Fuck until they fall asleep; wake them up at half
past six��

�I assure you, you don�t have to do anything of the sort
with me,� Severus knocked the rest of the glass back. �To be perfectly frank,
I�d be willing to part with the money just so that you would receive a decent
night�s sleep.�

Ron looked at him sharply as if he�d branded him. �You think
I sleep decently anywhere?�

�About as well as I do,� Severus murmured, setting down his
glass. Without waiting for invitation he slid further down until he was lying
horizontal, trying not to think of all the bodies that might have been there
before him, forcing the thorough hygiene spells Ron had performed to the
forefront of his mind.

He was surprised when the redhead unfurled his body and lay
down next to him, not quite touching.

�Did you enjoy it?� he asked quietly, reaching for his wand.
With a swipe he cut the candles, and they both inhaled the smell of the smoke
rising to form a haze in the room.

�Very much,� Severus admitted to the not-quite-darkness.

The lamp post outside the window spilt yellowed light onto
the floorboards and stopped the room from ever being completely dark.

�I don�t like being alone with them in the dark,� Ron
explained, noticing Severus looking at the window. �It�s� well. I know you
think I�m stupid� but I guess my fear instincts haven�t died completely.�

�I understand,� Severus turned back to him, and was startled
to find the redhead much closer than before.

Hands skimmed over his flesh and he found himself in an
embrace with another warm kiss placed on his lips.

�I don�t want-� Severus never got the word �more� out,
because Ron simply pulled away and settled himself in a tight grip around his
thin body, finally resting his head on his shoulder.

Severus lay in stunned silence for a moment, blinking at the
canopy of the bed. He hadn�t even noticed it was a four poster.

�Is this alright?� Ron whispered. �I thought it was� reading
you is quite hard� normally your type would want this� too scared to be held
yourself, so you want to hold me but take the same comfort from it��

�Just a shock,� Severus murmured, ignoring the
psychoanalysis, and then placed the arm of the shoulder Ron was resting on
around the slender back, and reached across with the other to rest his hand on
the slightly bony hip.

Does he do this for
all of them? Severus couldn�t believe the wash of jealousy in his mind. But then he said not many ever stay� so�
He had to ask, he couldn�t hold it in.

�How do you� what you did with me. Are you like that with
everybody?�

�I am what they want me to be.�

�But how many of them want that� want you to be gentle, want
you to feel good during your work?�

�Very few,� Ron replied honestly. �I actually can�t remember
the last time someone purposefully touched me to help me along��

Severus swallowed hard and stared at the canopy, glad that
he had the redhead�s body to hold onto, without it he felt sure his fists would
have clenched and his self-loathing would have properly set in.

�Do you not fear being discovered?� he asked quietly after a
while, suddenly finding their silence hard to bear.

�By who?�

�Well� your family, or if this place as a
whole was discovered by the Ministry. It�s an illegal brothel� you know
the sentences, I assume?�

�Unless they could prove I was forced here, I�d go to
Azkaban, right?�

�Yes,� Severus murmured.

�No, I don�t give a damn about going to Azkaban. I�d just
run if my family found me.�

�Why don�t you care about anything?� Severus asked sullenly.
�You would willingly accept being thrown into Azkaban? The Minister has ceased
the use of Dementors but it is still deplorable.�

�You don�t get it, do you?� Ron asked; there was no anger or
even frustration in his voice. �Look� you� surely there must have been a time
in your life, when you were working as a spy, when you�d lost the woman you
loved that you didn�t give a damn whether you lived or died, Snape?�

When faced with that question, Severus suddenly found his
mouth very dry again and he couldn�t make his tongue move to answer. He stopped
trying, sensing that his silence would be enough for Ron to make the correct
conclusion.

�Well, that�s me,� Ron said simply. �That�s just how I feel. But I haven�t got
the balls to end it myself.�

�So you�re slowly killing yourself with the drink and the sex, and hoping in
the meantime someone will come along and do it for you?�

�I know it�s shitty and cowardly,� Ron managed to shrug in
his arms. �But I don�t care about that either.�

�But you had everything
ahead of you,� Severus licked his lips nervously. �You had fought and won��

�For everyone else it was a victory.�

�But not for you.�

�No,� Ron sighed. �Not without the pair of them.�

�If they could see you now they would be so angry,� from what Severus knew of
Potter�s character, he would be burning with rage at the thought of the life
his best friend was living.

�Well, they can�t� they have nothing, they don�t have life,
they don�t have� look,� Severus heard his thick swallow and the shaky intake of
breath. �I don�t want to talk about this� just know that whilst they�re gone, I
might as well be. I was always the
most useless of the three of us. It was clearly some great fuck up of nature
that I survived and they didn�t.�

�You are one step away from telling me you feel you deserve
this god-awful life, aren�t you?� Severus asked him quietly.

�

Ron didn�t answer and it was Severus� turn to take his
conclusion from the silence.

�You really and truly don�t,� Severus murmured softly,
letting his fingers stroke over the skinny hip they rested on, and he bent his
head and kissed into flaming hair.

Why, he didn�t know. Severus was still somewhere back at the point where he should have been throwing his
clothes on and scurrying out of the room. He wasn�t quite sure why he hadn�t
done that yet, let alone why he was now holding his whore intimately and
kissing him tenderly.

�Even if I wanted to go back, I can�t,� Ron looked up at him
suddenly. �I have a contract here and I don�t know what�d happen if I broke
it.�

�You�re contracted? How long for?�

�Another year before it�s reviewed.�

�Will you stay?�

�Not sure.�

�Do you have any money?�

�Enough. Pays well, fucking��

Severus shivered at his bluntness, and it suddenly struck
him how very soft he had seemingly become since the war. The tragedies he had
seen at the hands of Voldemort were more tragic than the sorry life laid out
before his eyes, yet he was having the same reaction to them.

�Enough to stop this madness and look
after yourself for a while?�

�Where would I go?� Ron shrugged. �I go abroad and I really
do have to start over. I don�t speak any languages, unless I go to America and I�
well. Too far away from home��

�You count London
as your home?�

�Always now,� Ron shifted slightly in the bed. �This city
has hidden me for enough years for it to have earned its right as home.�

�Have they never come looking for you?� Severus didn�t have
to clarify; Ron knew exactly whom he was talking about.

�If they have I�ve never seen them. But then� well. They
really did probably think I went off and killed myself.�

�Why?�

�Because I left a note implying I would. And at the time I
meant it.�

�What stopped you?�

�Fear.�

�That stopped me, too,� Severus whispered, committing the
words to the air that he had never spoken aloud before.

�I got up in the middle of the night, packed up my things,
wrote the note and left. I came here to the city, using glamours
to hide my hair, and things went from there��

�Why did you bother leaving them a note?� Severus asked. �I
always thought that was rather� well. Even if I had had anybody to alert, I
think I just would have slunk off and done it alone.�

�I had to,� Ron nuzzled into his neck; Severus wondered if
he was enjoying the shared body warmth as much as he was. �Harry had left me
everything and he was minted. I didn�t have a will for fuck�s sake, I had only
found out two days before that it was all mine� I didn�t even know he had a
will let alone what he�d put in it. So, I left them the note in my room
declaring my intention that it should go to my parents. They�ve probably never
used it, probably think it�s tainted. I took some out when I got here. That�s
the last record of my name in five years.�

They fell to silence and Severus kissed his hair again.

�I don�t know why I told you all that,� Ron admitted, and
Severus felt lashes sweep against the skin of his neck as the redhead closed
his eyes.

�I don�t know why you did either,� he breathed.

Ron lifted himself up then, propping his head up on his hand
to look down into Severus� face.

�You�ve aged well,� he commented and Severus couldn�t help
laughing.

�Are you serious?� Severus snorted. �I look awful.�

�Tired, maybe,� Ron brushed some hair back from his brow and
Severus leant into the touch. �Maybe a little more haggard�
but then after what we went through, who wouldn�t be?�

�True,� Severus murmured with raised eyebrows. �I suppose I
feel older than I look.�

�I know all about that,� Ron looked at him with slightly
curved up lips.

Severus wasn�t sure why he asked, but the next words out of
his mouth seemed to surprise the redhead, too. �Kiss me?�

�I thought you said you were done?�

�I thought you
said this was about my wants?�
Severus raised an eyebrow singularly.

Ron smirked and bent his head to deliver the kiss as
requested. It didn�t take much more cajoling for Severus to have tugged him to
lie flush against his body and the kiss deepened.

�You seem to like kissing a lot,� Ron murmured against his
lips.

�Never found somebody so willing to kiss me,� Severus ran
his hands up and down the marked back.

�You didn�t with�?�

�Wouldn�t,� Severus gave a minute shrug.

�A lot of them won�t� don�t see what the big deal is personally, worse body fluids
you can share than saliva,� Ron made a face and then a point of thrusting his
tongue extra deeply.

�Mm, quite agree,� Severus told him the next time he could.

He was abashed to feel that his cock was awakening again as
it lay trapped between their bodies. If Ron felt it, he tactfully ignored it as
he broke through the barrier of shame with his kisses.

�I want to��

�What?� Ron froze and raised his eyes. �What do you want,
Severus?�

Unable to speak the words aloud, Severus simply rolled him
onto his back in the bed and kissed down his chest, heading for the mirrored
growing erection he had felt pressing into his hip. It was unfamiliar ground
�in four years he had never requested to be able to do anything such as he was
about to do to his other whore, but he felt compelled, as he nestled between
thin but strong thighs, to proceed.

He licked a trail up the shaft and thought he heard a hiss.
He swirled his tongue around the head and thought he heard a moan. He sucked
the tip in properly and gasped at the rough moan which definitely sounded
through the sheet barrier. As he worked with his tongue, he idly wondered just
how long it had been since someone had done this to Ron.

Just because his
clients won�t do it doesn�t mean he�s not able to find it elsewhere, fool.

Tasting saltiness on his lips, Severus repeated his actions
again, listening intently to the moans from above. It was only when one of his
hands cupped the hanging bollocks beneath his chin that he heard words.

�Please� yes� yes� please�� They weren�t
particularly lustful. They were pure blown depraved begging for mercy in release. And he recognised them because he had
made those same sounds himself.

He tugged at what he held and sucked noisily, before sliding
more in. He didn�t know anything about what he was doing. But when he let out
his own little hum of a moan, there was more begging, so he hummed strongly,
not stopping when there was a louder cry.

�Stop I�m going to�ohhhhhhhhhh��
Ron�s hips rose to meet his face and Severus did not stop, as requested. He
knew the redhead barely meant it. �Yes� fuck��

Gripping fingers suddenly wove into his hair and held his
head in place and then with another arch of his spine, Severus heard a gasp and
the sounds of Ron holding his breath through the orgasm. His mouth was suddenly
full of cock and ejaculate and he swallowed instinctively, releasing the member
gently from his lips.

The fingers released and he pushed himself up with his
hands, causing the sheets to tent around him as he looked down at the sated
body on the mattress.

�You didn�t have to be so quiet,� he said softly.

Ron didn�t answer him. He lay frozen on the bed, his eyes
rammed firmly shut.

�Are you� did I do something wrong?�

�No,� Ron shook his head. �It�s me� I� you know I said that
when I need to come I think of something that works?�

�Yes.�

�That was the first time I�ve never had to think of anything,� Ron rolled over
and buried his face in the pillows.

Severus looked down at his scarred back. �And that upsets
you��

�I don�t like what I am,� the voice was torn even though it
was muffled by the pillows. �But that� maybe that says I do.�

�Or maybe you just like who was doing it to you?� Severus
frowned as he spoke, thinking how ridiculous his solution was. He certainly didn�t believe it. Ron said
nothing.

He doesn�t believe it
either.

�Would you like me to leave?� Severus asked, looking at his
prone, tense form.

�No,� Ron lifted his head suddenly, before turning onto his
side. �No, stay.�

He reached out and took Severus in his arms then, pulling
him closer. He placed an almost chaste kiss on his cheek and forced him to rest
his head on the same pillow.

�You were good at that,� Ron complimented him, though
Severus found it odd.

He makes a living off
of whoring himself� he�s going to compliment what he knows.

�Thank you. I think.�

Ron laughed then and buried his face in Severus� shoulder.

�What do you want to do now?�

�Well, I suggest that you find that bottle of wine again.�

�Okay.�

***

Severus woke up half buried by another body. It took him a
second to remember where he was, why the canopy above him looked so foreign. He
looked to the window and saw greyness creeping out of the dark, bringing another
bleakly weathered day.

He looked down at the redhead draped over his body and woke
up a little more, seeing the mussed flaming hair and pale skin. Ron�s features
were slack in his slumber and Severus hardly dared move in case he woke him up.

I need to get out of
here�

The thought swilled in his mind as a pornographic replay
flashed past his eyes. It fell into two very distinct sections �before the wine
and after the wine. The second half was undoubtedly blurrier. He remembered a
story about Japanese rope bondage and spilling his wine, and another fuck�
which probably explained the tired looking man on his chest.

Ron suddenly stirred and cracked his eyes open to the grey
infiltrating the room.

�Morning,� he rasped, blinking the sleep out of his eyes,
before he rolled onto his back, stretching his long frame out with a growling
purr.

�Morning,� Severus whispered. Consciousness had brought with
it the shame he had held at bay before.

�Go when you�re ready,� Ron murmured back, and pushed
himself into a sitting position. �I should go and log my hours before she
clears off for the day.�

Severus followed him up and swung his legs out of the bed,
placing his palms of the edge of the mattress whilst he squeezed his eyes shut
to try and blink through what he thought might be a hangover.

It�s been fucking
years since I had a hangover� Christ alive this boy is like a slow-acting
poison.

Severus turned his head then and watched as Ron left the bed
and stretched again with his back to him. He watched the way each of the
muscles in his back contracted and released, the subtle sling of his hips as he
relaxed to normal, the length of his flamey hair, the
pert backside and beautifully sculpted thighs.

Slow-acting poison I
want again.

He saw the man stoop and pick up the fallen robe from the
night before. He folded it in deft hands and sent it flying to the stand in the
corner of the room. Severus had not noticed that before. Nor had he noticed the
dresser to which Ron then walked, his hips slinging in the same enticing way.

Circe everything about
him screams whore�

Severus watched as the man slowly dressed, pulling on
non-descript jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. It made him very aware that he was
naked and he stood up to rectify the fact, looking around at the haphazard
pattern his own clothes made on the floorboards. He stepped into underwear and trousers
at the same time, trying to locate the second sock.

A pale, creamy hand beat him to it and they both
straightened at the same times, onyx meeting sapphire in a battle of gemstones.
Ron shoved it into his hand and wandered to the window, looking down at the
lane, still quiet due to the early hour.

�Will you get the night off?� Severus sat back down on the
bed to sort out his boots.

�Yeah, I guess,� Ron said softly.

�Something tells me that�s not what you want��

�I just sit in my flat alone,� Ron shrugged. �Normally drinking. Hardly healthy.
But then nothing about me is.�

�You are worryingly thin,� Severus commented.

�So are you,� Ron replied without looking round.

Severus couldn�t deny that. He had always been borderline
skeletal. And it had never been for lack of eating. Sometimes he felt starved
between his meals. Suddenly, he was fully dressed and reaching for his coat.

�So I just go downstairs and� well?�

�If she�s at the desk you�ll be� Look. You know your
options.�

�Would you mind if I returned?� Severus asked quietly.

Ron turned to him then, fiddling with one of his cuffs. �I
don�t think I�ve ever been able to answer more honestly,� he frowned slightly.
�You�re in luck. One of my regulars� his wife just found out what he�s been
doing. He said he�ll have to stop. So I have a hole in my schedule.�

Severus looked at him, willing the blush away from his face.
He was not normally a man who blushed at all, yet the amount of times he had
done so in the last day was in double figures.

�If you were willing, I would gladly fill that spot.�

Ron�s eyes flashed with something that Severus might have
thought was happiness, if he�d not known the boy was working as a whore.

�Good. Then I need to give you something,� Ron crossed to
the dresser. �This is totally stupid, but it�s how she knows I�ve given my
permission.�

Severus frowned watching him pull out a small blank card and
then spray it with something from a small atomiser. Ron wafted the card and
then lifted it to his nose.

�She needs to know I�ve genuinely given my permission for
you to be added, I suppose. Here.� He crossed the room silently and pressed the
card into Severus hand.

He raised it to his overlarge nose and inhaled and knew his
eyes must have widened at the scent.

Severus smelt something so utterly divine he couldn�t even
think. Too feminine for a man as rough as the redhead in front of him, but so
very right at the same time, the thick scents of combined rose absolute and
vanilla curled into his nostrils. It felt every bit as comfortable as he had
felt wrapped up in the bed with Ron. His eyes had closed at a point he couldn�t
remember.

�God,� he muttered, and heard a soft laugh.

�I know.�

�What is that?�

�Me,� Ron shrugged simply. �There are tests you can perform
to find the scents most in tune with a soul.�

�Old magic,� Severus frowned. �And near
enough dark.�

�Well, there�s plenty about this place illegal, Severus, more than you
know��

Severus swallowed. �And I just give this to her?�

Ron nodded coolly. �She might have gone, I don�t know. If
she has, come back, give her the card. I won�t hand out another. There�s no
waiting list at the moment. And I have to approve any regulars so nobody will
fill your spot.�

�It sounds so disgusting, talking that way,� Severus looked
down at the floor.

�It probably is, but you just have to remember the way you felt last night��

Severus looked up when warm hands landed on his shoulders,
and a kiss was bestowed upon him.

�I� thank you,� Severus forced himself to open his eyes.

His only reply was another kiss.

***

Severus had his wand in his hand. He was streets away from
the brothel, somewhere in Muggle London. He had left the redhead to descend to
an empty lobby. He left via the private apparition point at the back. The card
weighed like a hot stone in his pocket.

His wand was in his hand and his breaths were heavy. His
hangover was beginning to grab hold of his brain and he fought off the stabbing
pains.

I should do it.

He looked at the stick of wood in his hand, the wood that
brought his magic into his fruition. What he was contemplating was utter
betrayal.

He is so lost, so
young� he should never have submitted to such a wretched life.

His hand shook.

If I
alert them� I will never have
my chance with him again.

Severus breathed through his mouth.

They are good people.
They have a right to know where their youngest son is.

Despite his thoughts, Severus lowered the wand, his dark
eyes following the arc it made through the air.

And he deserves a life
where he is not aiming to satisfy others every single night.

He raised the wand again.

But he was so
beautiful� and he�

Severus didn�t have to lift the card out of his pocket to
recall the mouth-watering scent that lingered on its thickness.

He kissed like it
meant something, even if it didn�t.

Severus looked at the brick wall opposite. He knew his next
action would make him a selfish, cruel man. Maybe that was what he was born to
be. He slid the wand inside his coat, where it normally lived. He thought of
the roses and vanilla.

Selfish. Maybe it is my time to be that. I have served
others my entire life....

Determined that he would not let such a whirlwind of emotion
pass him by, Severus strode with firm step from the alley, thinking only of
when he could return next.
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