The Sweet Life
by Badkatpat


Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling a thick, full cock slide deliciously into him, stretching him to the limit. Rough hands grasped his hips as that wonderful cock slid in a little further until it was fully sheathed inside him.

He pushed back wanting more and the man fucking him obliged, beginning to thrust in a short, short, long rhythm, hitting all the sweet spots. Harry felt lips trail up his spine, a lick at the nape of his neck before those lips paused at his ear, hot breath whispering to him how much he wanted to fuck his sweet arse, and then a hand wrapped around his cock.

Harry moaned, the pressure and heat and sparks of his orgasm tingling along the ends of his nerves. The man began to jerk him off, his thumb pressing against the slit as the man barely stroked him.

Harry could hardly stay on his hands and knees.

The man bit his neck, his teeth digging into Harry's flesh as he began to speed up, thrusting hard. His panting, moaning chant of oh God... oh, oh God sounded like a prayer for the pleasure to continue. The hand wrapped around his cock began to move faster, and Harry's arms began to tremble from the strain of staying up.

"Baby," the man panted, as he thrust into Harry with one last desperate move. Harry felt the pressure build, the sparks and darkness start as his eyes rolled up in his head. With a shuddering moan, he came over the man's hand, and felt his arms and legs begin to roll forward. The man lowered him to the bed with a grunt and pushed in, sighing as he did.

Harry felt the heat of the man's spunk fill him before the man laid on top of him.

The man wrapped his arms around Harry, and kissed his neck, his head resting on Harry's shoulder, his softening cock still in Harry's body.

"My sweet baby," the man sighed.

Harry could only nod. He felt so relaxed, so deliciously wanted, so wonderfully alive after so many years of feeling hated, and despised and miserably used. The man rolled off and out of him, and was lazily trailing his fingers over Harry's shoulders, down his back, to rest on his bum.

He squeezed lightly, and then began to caress Harry's balls and crack.

Harry turned to look at the older man, his salt and pepper hair, the slight laugh lines around his mouth and eyes, the dark chocolate eyes, and smiled. He was a Muggle, but Harry didn't care. He was his first gay lover, and for one brief moment he wished he would be his only.

The man smiled back at him, before he rolled over and leaned off the bed. He turned back to Harry with a wad of bills. "Would two hundred be alright? It's all I've got."

Harry blinked. The man thought he was a whore.

"You're worth more than that, I know, but ...."

"It's fine," Harry said with a smile. He touched the man's cheek gently, before leaning into kiss him. "Until next time, yeah."

"Yeah," the man said as he tucked the bills under Harry's pillow.

XXX

Draco Malfoy hadn't vanished from the wizarding world per se; he had just gone undercover, so to speak. His mother and father had moved to France to escape the ridicule and disdain of their fellow wizards. At least that's what Draco Malfoy thought, but according to his mother; it was just that there was a better class of wizards and witches in France and the parties would be divine.

But not having the Malfoy money to fall back on, Draco had taken the little bit of inheritance he had left and opened a shop. It wasn't just a random shop that sold bits and bobs, but a shop that sold delectable chocolate treats and pastries that melted in your mouth and caused an orgasm on one's taste buds.

He'd learned to bake and make candy one boring summer when his parents had gone to India to tour the Taj Mahal and then visit old friends in France. Draco hadn't beaten Potter at Quidditch or Granger at marks that year, so he'd been left behind in the care of the house elves.

It was because of their little punishment of having him work with them as they baked and created chocolate treats that allowed him to have a profession instead of being a completely spoiled and useless young man.

There was only one thing that he hated. It was the fact that no one could know it was Draco Malfoy, pathetic semi-Death Eater and son of Lucius Malfoy. Who would dare buy a pastry or a treat from him? More importantly, who would dare eat it?

So every day that he worked, without fail Draco Malfoy would cast a Glamour to change his pale skin to a light tan, his fair hair to a caramel brown with gold highlights, and his eyes from their normal wintery grey to a hazelnut brown. It made him feel a bit drab not having any contrasts with his skin and hair, but it did afford him two things: safety and a living.

Every morning at 4 am, he entered his shop as Kai Miller, a wizard from Cardiff, who owned the tastiest bakery and sweet shop this side east of Swansea.

All in all, it was an easy life, a comfortable life. It was a life that afforded him a few splurges and little excitement, until the day Harry Potter walked into his shop.

Potter was as he had remembered him. He was still a bit shorter than Draco, but had filled out nicely. Draco would even have to concede that he was fit - extremely fit. He'd traded in those ugly black rimmed glasses for something a bit more stylish, silver with no frames. His eyes were a startling shamrock green. He'd begun wearing clothing that fit - no baggy trousers, or sloppy shirts. Even his hair seemed to be merely tousled instead of a black bird's nest.

Draco had to admit Harry's tight black jeans and slightly fitted white shirt was quite attractive.

"Good morning," Harry said, stifling a yawn. Draco sharpened his gaze a bit more. Potter looked tired, but nothing that a good night's sleep wouldn't take care of.

"G' morning," Draco replied, slurring his words just a bit to imitate a Welsh accent. "What ken I get 'cha?"

Harry perused the cases filled with pastries, raspberry Danishes, long johns bursting with yellow cream, chocolate doughnuts, and anything else a man with a sweet tooth could desire. "One of those," he said pointing at a chocolate doughnut, and, "one of those," he said motioning toward a cinnamon claw.

Draco bagged up the pastries. "Seven Sickles, please."

Harry fumbled with his jeans pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, pulled out a fiver and laid it on the counter.

Draco looked at it oddly for just a second before sliding it back toward the cash register.

"Keep the change," Harry said, as he grabbed the bag and walked toward the door. He stopped and pulled the cinnamon claw out of the bag and took a bite.

Draco thought he heard him moan in pleasure.

Harry pulled open the door and went into the dawning day.

The one thing Draco could remember best about that morning was that Harry Potter had a very nice arse.

XXX

Harry stretched his hands high above his head, feeling the vertebrae in his back crack just a little as they settled into place. He'd been with a client all night and he was a bit tired and a bit sore. He didn't mind bottoming, in fact he loved it, but the man he'd been with had been larger than he was accustomed to fucking. He'd been an attractive man, well built, with only the slightest hint of love handles on the side, but he'd had a thick, short cock, and that man knew how to fucking use it. Harry sighed happily, and let his arms down and began to undo his shirt.

He shrugged off his shirt and tossed it in the corner. Facing the mirror, Harry studied himself. Not too tall, nice chest, a dark trail of hair leading from his belly button down. He smiled lopsidedly. His client had especially loved that happy trail leading to his cock. Harry could still feel the man's lips stretched wide around his cock, the slide of his tongue and how he'd sucked him off and leaving him in a daze before flipping his legs over his shoulders and opening him up with his tongue.

Damn. He'd barely had to do a thing to earn that wad of cash in his jeans pocket. His client had licked him and suckled his arse until Harry was almost coming from the sheer pleasure of it all. Then the man had pulled Harry on top of him.

Even with his careful preparation, his client's cock had stretched him almost painfully wide before Harry was able to relax enough to sink down on it with a happy groan of pleasure. He'd ridden that hard flesh for all it was worth until Sam - or was it John - pulled him down and held him still with rough hands on his hips as he was fucked up into him. Harry could still almost feel him deep inside him.

He slid his hands down to his belt buckle and quickly undid his belt and jeans and let them slide down his legs. He toed them off and kicked them to where his shirt had landed. He was naked now, and his flaccid cock lay in a bed of dark curls. It bobbed slightly as he reached for his bag with his remaining pastry.

Harry flopped down on the bed and scooted up until he was propped up on his pillow. He reached for the bakery bag and pulled out the pastry. Comfortable now, he took a too big bite and a dollop of raspberry filling oozed out of the chocolate doughnut landing on his chest. He almost moaned at the taste of the sweet tartness of the raspberry mixed with the dark chocolaty goodness of the doughnut. The man who made this kind of sinful goodness was a genius and Harry wanted to meet him.

He wiped the spot of filling off his chest with his finger and licked it off, and then stuck his finger in his mouth to suck off the last bit of sweet.

Harry laughed. He wondered if any of his clients would mind a bit of raspberry filling.

XXX

Draco wiped a smear of flour from his cheek before he went out into the shop. He'd just put in the last batch of pumpkin pasties for the day. His cases were full to bursting; his customers would not go away disappointed as every favourite sweet had been carefully crafted and decorated. He had a feeling it was going to be a good day.

He flicked on the lights with his wand and went to the door to unlock it. It was 6:30 am on the dot. To his surprise, he saw Harry Potter walking down the street toward his shop. Had he attracted the Saviour with his simple sweets? He fought the urge to sneer because Kai Miller did not sneer. He smiled and took his customers' money and compliments and thanked them politely. But Merlin, there were times he just wanted to hex the snot out of someone.

Instead, Draco turned and went to his cases and began a simple cleaning charm on the glass. He liked the feeling of being in control of his shop, having the sweets arranged just so... the glass sparkling to better show off his wares. It was a wonderful feeling.

The little bell over the shop door tinkled, but Draco didn't turn around.

"Good morning," Harry Potter said, and then he yawned widely. "Sorry," he apologized, even though Draco saw no need for an apology. He didn't care about Potter, even if he was fit and it would be a boon for him to be seen in his shop.

"Erm, excuse me?" Harry said hesitantly.

"Oh, sorry. My mind was elsewhere," Draco said quickly feigning a bit of being surprised at having a customer. "What can I get 'cha today?" he asked as he hurried around to the back of the counter.

He studied the man as he waited for his order. Potter seemed tired again. Perhaps he had a night job with the Ministry or he liked to party? Draco had read some of the gossip rags about Potter's predilection for going to the clubs, but that seemed to have died down. He hadn't read anything about Potter in the Prophet or in The Quibbler or even in Wild Witches Weekly for what seemed like ages.

Harry blinked owlishly, and pulled off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "I'll have one of those raspberry chocolate doughnuts and..." He stopped and sniffed. "What's in the oven?"

"Pumpkin pasties," Draco replied as he bagged up Harry's first choice. "Should be done in about ten."

Harry nodded thoughtfully. "You know, you should serve coffee or tea, too. Bet you'd do well with that."

Draco looked up into a pair of startling green eyes. "Uh... yeah. I should. Thank you for that," he all but stammered.

"My name's Harry," Harry said, offering his hand.

"D..." and Draco coughed, and then smiled. "Bit of a tickle in my throat. Kai... Kai Miller," he said taking Harry's hand.

"I don't know if you remember, but I was in the other day and I had the most amazing cinnamon claw..."

"I do," Draco said quickly. He felt his cheeks begin to heat up. He was acting like a love-struck schoolboy. Even though he'd never admit it to anyone and sometimes not even to himself, he'd had a thing for Potter since fourth year. But time and family allegiance had pretty much pushed the idea out of his head. Now with Potter's hand gripped in his own, every little lustful feeling had coming roaring back.

"Well, I was wondering, who does all your baking? What I had the other day was brilliant and I'd just like to shake his hand," Potter said as he let go of Draco's hand.

"You just did," Draco replied, smiling.

They chatted for a bit longer, while Harry waited for the pumpkin pasties to be ready and Draco could sense a change in the boy, no man, he'd had a crush on since fourth year. Potter seemed more assured and at ease with himself. And he moved like an alley cat, long and lean and lithe. When he smiled it was as if he had a secret, something delicious that only he knew about and would only share with someone he trusted, or more importantly, loved.

Draco wanted to be that person. He knew it was foolish, but he wanted it more than he could say. But, there was no chance of that. He couldn't hide his true self from a lover indefinitely. It took concentration to hold the charm and not let it falter, although he couldn't say what would happen if he became distracted.

He didn't dare.

"Kai? Earth to Kai?"

Draco looked up and blinked. How long had he been mooning over someone he could never have?

Harry was smiling at him. "Ten's about up..." he started to say.

Then Draco could smell the faint hint of the pumpkin pasties starting to burn.

"!" Draco cried and ran for the back. He quickly grabbed a mitt and pulled the pans out and set them on the cooling rack. They seemed to be all right, perhaps a bit more golden than he would have liked, but still salvageable.

"Everything all right back there?" Harry called. Draco could hear the amusement in his voice. For the briefest moment, he wanted to snark back at him. Say something rude and snotty like he used to, but he did something else.

He levitated one of the pasties off the pan onto a small paper plate. A quick cooling charm did the trick and he quickly iced it with a white cinnamon concoction.

He walked back to the counter where Potter was waiting and placed it before him.

"You be the judge," Draco replied. He watched as Potter hesitantly picked up the pasty and flashed him a quick grin before he bit into the sweet.

Let it be good, Draco prayed silently. Even if he couldn't have him, for some desperate reason, he wanted Potter's approval. Potter chewed thoughtfully, and then took another bite.

"Well?" Draco asked.

Harry swallowed, and then leaned closer to the counter, motioning Draco to do the same. He could feel Harry's breath against his ear, his lips nearly brushing his cheek as he leaned in to whisper. "Excellent," Harry said. "Truly excellent."

Draco shivered as a frisson of excitement ran down his spine. He wanted him to lean in and kiss him. He wanted to turn his face and initiate the kiss himself. Hell, he wanted more than a kiss.

Harry stepped back and popped the remaining bit of pasty into his mouth, a crumb tumbling down inside his shirt.

Draco swallowed thickly, and forced himself to say, "Thanks," when all he really wanted to do was chase that small bit of pastry to wherever it had landed.

"You should really start selling coffee. It would be amazing, especially with those pasties," Harry said, as he picked up his bag of pastries: the usual - a raspberry filled chocolate doughnut and a cinnamon claw. He laid a fiver on the counter before he turned.

The door jingled all too cheerily as it shut.

He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, and his mouth was as dry as cotton. Draco folded his arms on top of the counter, and let his head drop with a thunk.

XXX

Harry rounded the stairwell to his apartment. Although the rest of London-kind was up and getting ready for work, Harry was ready for sleep after a night of sexual pleasure. He'd literally fallen into the job as a high end escort when he'd had his first gay encounter. What could he say? He had sex and men paid him. It wasn't complicated or difficult and for the first time in his young life, he was able to go to sleep, sated, and sleep the sleep of the truly contented.

As he topped the last step, he saw Hermione waiting by his door.

She yawned widely as he walked up.

"Good morning, Hermione," Harry said, as he nodded toward his flat door which opened immediately.

"This is not a good idea, Harry," Hermione said, as she stepped inside his flat. I tried to get Ron to come over and talk you out of this nonsense."

"Hermione," Harry said plaintively, as he began to unbutton his shirt and started toward his bedroom.

"Don't Hermione me, Harry," Hermione said exasperatedly. "You know this isn't a good idea. It's bad enough that you're whoring yourself out to Muggles, but now you want our help so you can now have sex with wizards. You're going to be found out."

"But did you bring it?" Harry asked with a faint smile as he poked his head around the doorway. Hermione and Ron didn't approve of his job. He wasn't a whore, exactly. He just liked to have sex and he couldn't help it if the men he fucked paid him for it. He'd never asked for a farthing.

Hermione sighed and bit her lip. "This is not a good idea Harry. I'm serious. What if you're found out? What if someone gets rough with you? Ties you up or charms you? At least you could defend yourself against a Muggle if you had to. "

"I'm fine, Hermione. I know what I'm doing. I'll keep my wand nearby and I'll be careful. Besides, with the Polyjuice, I won't be Harry Potter, I'll be James. Just James," Harry replied as he emerged from the bedroom clad in sleep pants and a loose, black tee shirt.

"Harry James. At least you could have picked out something different."

"Alright then. What? Hunter? Dick? Trent?" Harry asked, amused and a bit irritated.

"Why did you choose James?" Hermione asked, as she began to dig into her shoulder bag.

"Well, when they come, I wanted them to call a name I'd respond to," Harry said with a smirk.

Hermione flushed and immediately looked into her purse. Harry widened his smirk into a smile. She'd done just what he expected her to do. Neither one of his friends were exactly happy about his job, but neither one of them had told the rest of the Weasleys about it and if they had, he knew he'd have been in the biggest shit storm of his life. Instead, Ron had stopped talking to him for about two months and Hermione had just chewed her lip raw with worry.

"Harry," Hermione started, "we don't care if you're gay or bi or whatever. It's just dangerous. Studies show that prostitutes are more apt to die of a venereal disease or violence than the general population. We worry about you. Why can't you just find a regular job and meet some nice wizard or witch and settle down?"

"Maybe later, Molly," Harry replied.

Hermione swatted him on the arm, hard.

"Oww," Harry said, rubbing his bicep. "That hurt."

"What they could do to you, Harry..."

"I'll be fine, Hermione. I've got a few wordless spells up my sleeves for sticky situations."

Hermione shook her head and rolled her eyes as she finally pulled a large jug out of her purse. It was dark brown glass with a cork stopper in it.

"Excellent!" Harry exclaimed, as she handed it to him.

"Best six hour Polyjuice potion not brewed in the girl's loo. Ron would be so angry if he knew I did this for you," Hermione said, pulling the flap back over her purse.

Harry pulled her into his arms and hugged her warmly. Hermione immediately wrapped her arms around his middle and hugged him back.

"You're the best, Hermione," Harry whispered, pressing a kiss to her hair.

She wiggled out of his embrace and straightened her jacket, before finally grinning at him. "I've got to be going. My patients get a bit ugly when I've kept them waiting too long."

Harry smothered a laugh. Hermione was the Wizarding World's equivalent of a plastic surgeon. She specialized in spells and potions that permanently changed a magical person's appearance. She didn't have an ugly patient, period.

She opened the door and stepped out, stopped and then turned around and gave him a sly wink. "Just be careful with that wand of yours, James."

XXX

Draco Malfoy straightened his collar one last time as he stared into the mirror. It was good to have his face back after a day's work. All day long he'd thought about Harry Potter, the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke, the smell of his cologne, the way his breath had felt against his cheek and how the lust had pooled in his stomach after their brief exchange. He'd been unbearably aroused all day long.

But he was going to take care of that tonight.

It'd been awhile since he'd been out to the clubs, Muggle or Wizard. There was always some willing fellow wanting a nice hard fuck. Occasionally, he'd paid for sex, but only as a last resort. And he might have to tonight because he needed to be in early so he could open up the shop. He was doing well enough that maybe he could hire an assistant. But, then again, who'd want to work for a Malfoy?

He'd just never tell.

Draco adjusted his jacket one last time, flicked off an invisible piece of lint and turned and Apparated.

He reappeared outside THE CLUB. Yes, it was THE CLUB, with all capital letters. It could call itself that because it was one of the most exclusive dance and dinner clubs in all of England that catered to the well-to-do and high-placed witch or wizard. Draco Malfoy still had a membership card even if he wasn't well-to-do or high-placed any more.

If a Muggle had looked at THE CLUB, they would have seen a dank, old warehouse with half-boarded up windows that cats sometimes crawled through.

The doorman opened the door and nodded politely at Draco. A wall of noise hit him as he walked in. The music was loud and had a good beat and through the floor to ceiling glass double doors to the left he could see diners being served and through the opening to the right, he could see the bar with its patrons having a quick drink before dinner or dancing.

He decided on a drink before heading to the dance floor. Draco didn't do the clubs often or more aptly, rarely. He had the shop to attend to on a daily basis and he didn't want to lose the customers he'd recently gained. His little sweet shop had just started to turn a decent profit. Some of which, he was going to spend tonight.

"Green Salamander," Draco said to the barkeep as he stepped up to the counter. The bar was a fine oak, stained from countless drinks spilled across the top. Its fine gloss reflected the tasteful lighting. He gazed at the wood as he waited for his drink and in the reflective surface he could see the faint visage of a man. He looked up.

A handsome, green-eyed man. His long brown hair covered his shoulders and as Draco studied him, his face lit with a boyish grin.

"Hi," he said.

Draco startled out of his dumbness and smiled back. "Hello,"

"I'm James."

"Oh? James? Just James?" Draco asked. His eyes were glued to the dimple in the man's chin.

The man's smile grew broader. "That's right, just James. And you are?" he asked as he held out his hand.

"Draco. Draco Malfoy," Draco said, as he firmly grasped James' hand.

"I've heard of you," James said, as he ran his thumb over Draco's hand and fingers.

An electric current ran down his back at the other man's touch. He was a gorgeous man, all beautiful teeth and hair and eyes. Draco stifled a gasp and shrugged nonchalantly. "Most people have."

James laughed a deep, husky laugh. He moved closer and settled himself on the bar stool next to where Draco was standing. "Well, I'd like to get to know you better."

Draco moved closer so that he was nearly touching the vee of James' legs with his own. "I wouldn't mind," he said.

At that moment, the barkeep sat down Draco's drink. "Start you a tab, sir?" he asked politely.

"Yes," Draco said, and nodded his head toward James. "Put his on there as well."

"As you wish, sir," The barkeep said, before he turned and went to his next patron.

"Green Salamander, eh?" James said as he lifted the drink and took a sip. He nodded, and offered it to Draco.

"Do you come here often?" Draco asked, as he took the drink from James. It was such a clichŽ thing to say, but he was momentarily thrown off by the easy confidence of the man.

James smirked, his eyes twinkling. "This is my first time. I've always wanted to come here, but just hadn't had the chance."

The barkeep smothered a laugh and turned around to attend to another patron.

Draco cocked an eyebrow, confused, and then smiled. "Do you dance?" he asked, slightly rubbing his knee against the other man's thigh.

"I'd love to," James replied, his eyes flicking down to Draco's knee against his thigh and then back up. He tossed his hair back in a catlike motion, innocent yet sexy.

"Shall we, then?" Draco asked, starting to move toward the dance floor.

James grinned, and then leaned in, his breath warm and tingly on Draco's cheek. "I have to pay a visit to the loo."

Draco smirked and stepped closer.

"By myself," James said with a teasing grin.

Draco sat down and watched him walk through the bar toward the lavatories. His walk was strong, but graceful, like a man who had trained for physical battle, lithe and fluid. He could feel the magic in him, like the hum of a soft song under his skin when he had touched Draco's hand. He wasn't a Squib, that was for sure, but he'd never imagined he'd meet a wizard such as James.

"Sir?" a voice asked, pulling him from his study of James' sweet arse as he disappeared into the loo.

Draco turned and arched an eyebrow at the barkeep.

"I wanted you to know that the establishment doesn't condone his services. We allow it because some of our more discriminating patrons have come to expect a bit of a fling when they visit."

"Whatever are you talking about?" Draco asked, as he took a sip of his drink.

"He's an escort, sir," the barkeep replied, reaching for a towel to dry the bar where Draco's drink had sat.

"What? How do you know?"

"Sir, I've worked here for eleven years and I've seen them come and seen them go, and they all have the same look about them," the man replied. "Coy and flirty. Then they ..."

"Enough." Draco said, a bit more harshly than he'd intended. "So, he's a liar too? It's not his first time here?"

"Aye, it's his first time here, but I'm fairly certain it isn't his first time around the block, if you know what I mean." The barkeep motioned toward Draco's drink. "Another?"

Draco nodded, frowning slightly as he thought. The beautiful man was a whore? How could that be? He scoffed at himself. Of course, he could be an escort, a prostitute, a whore, or a rent boy. The names were all the same. He'd let Draco fuck him and then he'd expect payment and that would be the end of it; a very business-like transaction - provide a service and expect payment upon completion of delivery. Everyone needed to earn a living and who was Draco to deny someone that opportunity?

Draco studied the glass set before him. The green liquid swirled from light to dark green. He took a sip and studied it as it settled back into the glass.

"I'm back," a husky voice murmured in his ear as an arm slid around his shoulder. He turned to face James, and wondered once more if this was a good idea.

Fuck it. It was as good as he was going to get. He'd never find a lover with a regular wizard, much less the one he really wanted. Draco had discovered that having the hateful tattoo on his arm was a sure way to run off any interested bloke.

"James," Draco said, and leaned toward him to steal a kiss.

James drew back, his eyes shuttered for the briefest moment and then he cupped Draco's chin and kissed him soundly. His tongue was like sweet honey in Draco's mouth and he could feel himself relaxing as the other man tasted him. He didn't want the kiss to end and his hands found James' hair.

Merlin, it was soft, and he could almost imagine how nice the rest of James would feel stretched out underneath him on a soft, downy feather mattress as his hands tangled in the soft locks. His cock twitched at the very thought of this beautiful man naked, ready and willing to be fucked.

"Oi! Drink or get a room!" the barkeep snapped.

James reluctantly pulled away, and Draco almost gasped catching his breath. Draco glared at the man behind the bar and then he realized the barkeep was trying not to smirk.

Draco tossed back his drink and then threw some Galleons on the bar. "Shall we?" he asked James, offering him his arm.

XXX

Harry moaned hoarsely as Draco stroked his cock, his hand firmly encircling him. He opened his eyes to see Draco tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear as he paused, studying Harry in his keen and shrewd way.

"I'm going to fuck you, and fuck you hard, James," Draco said slowly, his other hand coming to rest on Harry's perineum, his thumb gently stroking Harry's entrance.

Harry gasped as Draco touched him. Draco had stroked him within an inch of coming and then kissed nearly every square inch of his body and now he was just getting close to fucking him. Harry had barely touched him except to undress him and then Draco had thrown him on the bed. He'd hardly had a moment to breathe before Draco was on him like a starving animal.

And he fucking loved it.

"Lubricus," Draco whispered and Harry felt the slick coolness against his overly warm skin. Draco slipped a finger inside him, then another. Harry whimpered.

Draco stretched his fingers and Harry couldn't help bucking up against them, wanting more of Draco in him.

"Please," Harry whispered, the sensations making him dizzy. He wanted, no... he needed him...

He almost cried out as Draco removed his fingers and he reached for him.

"No," Draco ordered, as he shoved Harry back on the bed. "Only when I tell you, can you touch me. I know who you are James," Draco said, his hands on Harry's propped up knees. "I know."

"Know what?" Harry asked with the faintest tremor of fear in his voice. Oh dear Merlin, Hermione had been right! He'd been found out by none other than Draco Malfoy, and knowing Draco Malfoy, his little profession would be all over the Wizarding world by noon.

"I know that you fuck for money, that you sell yourself to anyone who will pay. You don't have to pretend that you like me or even God forbid, love me," Draco said with a shaky laugh at the end. "I'll pay for your company, but when I'm with you, you will do what I say. Is that clear?"

Harry almost laughed. Instead he shut his eyes and pretended to be ashamed. "I understand," Harry whispered, feeling relief course through his veins. He opened his eyes and gazed steadily at Draco watching as the other man gave a satisfied nod. "What do you wish?"

"Take my hand and touch yourself," Draco ordered, as he moved up Harry's body and placed his hand in Harry's.

Harry paused, and then put his hand over Draco's, cupping it and lifting it. He ran Draco's slender fingers over his clavicle, then up his throat to his jaw. He licked his lips slowly, watching Draco's face. He slid Draco's hand to his mouth and suckled two fingers into his mouth, the fingers that had been inside him only moments before. He could taste the dark musky taste of himself on Draco's fingers and he swirled his tongue around.

His eyes flicked up to Draco's and he could see them dilate, the smoky grey darkening to nearly black. He could feel Draco's heavy cock twitch against his stomach as he slowly sucked the other man's fingers. When they were thoroughly wet, he moved Draco's fingers over his lips, down his chin, his throat, to his chest.

Draco leaned down and took Harry's mouth in a savage, bruising kiss, all teeth and spit and tongue. Finally, when Harry could almost stand no more, Draco released his mouth.

"Fuck me," Harry whispered, barely able to talk.

"What did I say about doing what I said when you're with me, James?" Draco asked, a faint smile twitching at the corners of his lips.

Without a word, Harry took Draco's hand again and brought it to his lips and pressed a kiss to his palm. He watched in amusement as Draco started at this gentle endearment.

"Move down, please," Harry whispered and sat up so that Draco was kneeling on his thighs. He again took Draco's hand and then slowly moved it down to Draco's cock, closing Draco's hand around it and his.

Draco groaned, sliding his hand around the two hard lengths of flesh.

And at that very moment, Harry knew he was the one.

XXX

Draco lazily toyed with James' long brown hair. He was a fantastic shag and truly beautiful. He gazed into the other man's eyes and smiled. He fucked like an Amazon and tasted like raspberry and chocolate and sex. Merlin, he wanted him to stay, but there was no way he could afford to keep him for more than a night at a time.

James turned over and pressed a soft kiss to Draco's lips. "Good, yeah?" he asked softly.

"Yes, very," Draco said softly, nuzzling James' neck and jaw. His hand drifted down James' shoulder then to his finely sculpted chest. He gently caressed his nipple and his stomach, his slender fingers drawing circular designs on James' chest.

"I should be going," James said, as he curled into Draco's touch. Draco smirked because his words didn't match his actions.

"Then, what do I owe you for your services?" Draco asked levitating his trousers over to the bed.

James inhaled sharply and his gaze seemed distant, but for just a moment. Draco studied him intently, wondering what he was thinking. The whores he'd fucked had never paused when asking for their money, or more often, just stealing it from his trousers. Instead of answering, James took Draco's trousers from his hands, tossed them back on the floor, and then turned back into his embrace.

"How pleased are you?" James asked slyly, his hand resting gently on Draco's chest.

Somehow, this simple touch thrilled Draco, sending fission of excitement out from the place where James' hand rested.

James slowly inched his hand upward, trailing carefully across the scars across Draco's chest, his eyes darkening before Draco's steady gaze.

James traced the longest scar and his lips tightened before he looked up into Draco's eyes.

"I'm sor..." he started to say, and then abruptly cleared his throat. "Who did this to you?" James asked, as Draco covered his hand with his own.

"Doesn't matter who anymore. It was a long time and a lifetime ago," Draco said softly.

James leaned in and kissed him, his lips moving softly across his at first and then becoming more dominant, possessing him, and then claiming him. He had never had a whore kiss him with such tenderness and strength and with that one kiss, Draco knew he would be seeing James as often as he could afford him.

XXX

Harry stood in the alleyway near the bakery, his palms resting flat against the cold brickwork. The Polyjuice was wearing off and it made him feel vaguely nauseous and dizzy. Luckily, it only lasted a moment or so and afterwards it left him starving. Hermione had never mentioned that side effect. He looked at his hands, seeing the familiar scar across the back of his hand instead of the pale, unmarked skin of James. Harry stretched, feeling the tension across his shoulders fade. It was fun to be James, but better to be himself.

He breathed in the scent of sweet and spice in the morning air. Kai must be hard at work, creating the culinary perfection that only he could make. His stomach grumbled and twisted. He felt good, relaxed, but hungry.

Harry smiled; the bakery was only around the corner. It would be the perfect end to a perfect night. Who knew that Draco Malfoy would be such a considerate and amazing lover? Client. He had to remember he was a client and not a lover. But, damn. He'd been fantastic. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

His stomach growled again.

Time for food.

Harry rounded the corner, the sun rising above the buildings at the end of the street, glinting on the dew covering the grass. It was all gold and orange and the faint pink of dawn and all was right with the world.

The door jingled cheerily as he pushed it open and the scent of fresh-brewed coffee filled his nose. He sighed. It was like being home.

"Heya, Harry," greeted Kai, his cheeks flushed from the heat of the ovens and his face creased with a grin a mile wide.

"Hi Kai," Harry replied, echoing his grin. Kai was a regular bloke, a wizard, but a regular bloke; no darkness or baggage about him. He was cute, fit, and made a mean cinnamon claw. Harry wondered if he would consider a date with him. He didn't seem to care that he was Harry Potter.

"Regular for ya?" Kai asked as he placed a long silver tray of doughnuts into the case. He stood up and wiped his hands on his apron.

"Please. And is that coffee I smell?" Harry asked knowing it was but desperately wanting to keep the other man talking. Kai seemed to be a bit shy and for some odd reason it made Kai even more attractive to Harry.

"It tis. Ye gave me the idea the other day and it made sense." He poured the steamy, fragrant liquid into a paper cup, handing it to Harry with a quick warning to be careful before pouring a cupful for himself from a second pot.

Harry blew across the top before taking a sip. It was amazing. Strong, but not too overpowering, flavourful, but not overwhelming and simply perfect.

"All right?" Kai asked, his voice steady, but his eyes betraying his anxiety.

"Delicious."

Kai took a sip of his coffee and smirked.

"What's that?" Harry asked, catching just a hint of the cup's wonderful aroma.

"Amaretto spice. I blend it myself," Kai said, placing his cup down next to Harry's. "Take a sip if you want."

Harry picked up the cup, as Kai quickly bagged up a chocolate raspberry doughnut and a cinnamon claw. He watched as Kai paused and then put another doughnut in the bag.

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"Cream cheese spinner," Kai replied placing the bag on the counter.

"How much?" Harry asked, watching the other man move. He seemed a bit slow today, maybe a bit tired. He certainly had dark circles under his eyes. But it was probably none of his business. A late night with a boyfriend or girlfriend or wife. His gut twisted at the thought of Kai with another person, but it really wasn't any of his business, really.

"Fifteen sickles," Kai said, punching the cash register.

Harry picked up the bag and moved it closer to where Kai was waiting. He placed the coffee down next to it and reached in his pocket for the bills Draco had given him.

He laid a fiver on the counter.

"Ye know that's too much, an' I really don't know how to change it out. I leave that to the Goblins at Gringotts ta take of it," Kai said.

"I do, but they're worth every cent," Harry replied. He studied the other man and sucked up his courage. In for a penny, in for a pound.

"Anything else, Harry?" Kai asked, taking the money and shoving it into his cash register.

"Kai," Harry said slowly. He moved closer to Kai, even though there was a counter between them.

"Aye?"

"Would you consider having dinner with me tonight?" Harry asked quickly. What if he was straight? What if he laughed? What if he hexed him? He could see the tip of his wand poking out of his sleeve.

Kai blinked. Blinked again and his eyes widened fractionally.

"I mean, I understand if you don't want to or if you aren't into guys or if you have someone, but I just..."

"Harry," Kai said, smiling widely, "I'd love to."

Harry walked home on clouds.

XXX

Draco watched as Harry left, stunned and a bit confused. Who would have ever thought that Potter would ask a lowly baker out on a date? He shook his head. Well, why wouldn't he? He was Harry Potter, friend of house elves and goblins and all the little creatures in the forest.

He hugged himself. Potter had asked him out. Well, he'd asked Kai out, but wasn't that good enough? He yawned and covered his mouth.

Last night had been wonderful. James was extremely talented and his tight little ass had given him more pleasure than he'd expected. He yawned again. He was exhausted, but it was worth it.

Then it hit him. If Potter liked him enough to ask him out, he'd have to work on his Glamour. What if Potter kissed him or Merlin forbid, tried to fuck him? There would be no way he'd have the concentration to hold his Glamour in place. Potter was gorgeous and fit and charming. A completely different person than what he was at school. Draco couldn't pass up the opportunity to at least date him. Anything else... well, he'd figure out something.

XXX

"I've never seen a... what do you call it again?" Draco asked, his arm looped through Harry's as they walked down the street.

"A movie. Muggles also watch television which is like a movie but in a box in their lounge," Harry explained casually bumping his hip against Kai's. "I hope you like Italian. There's this little place about two blocks from here that has a mean lasagne. In fact, one of the best I've ever eaten," Harry said.

"I love Italian. I'm not so fond of Indian though. Just never acquired the taste for curry," Draco said, bumping his hip against Harry's. Who knew that this date would be going so well? Potter definitely wasn't the same person he was in school. His face lit up when he smiled, his beautiful green eyes twinkled often when he talked, and he was just fun to be with. Potter at Hogwarts had been serious and miserable. But of course, there had been the Dark Lord who'd probably had a hand in his attitude then. Not to mention his own nastiness to him.

"Kai," Harry said suddenly, stopping.

"Eh?"

Without another word, Harry pulled Draco into a dark doorway and pressed his body up against Draco's. "I've wanted to do this all night," Harry said, a bit breathlessly, and then he kissed Draco.

Draco moaned into Harry's mouth as he deepened the kiss. Harry tasted of popcorn and salt and it was wonderful. Harry cupped the back of Draco's head and nibbled his lip and then pressed a soft line of kisses along his jaw to his neck.

"Harry," Draco gasped, as Harry kissed his ear and then the ticklish spot right behind.

"Too fast?' Harry asked with a chuckle.

"A bit," Draco said, a bit shakily. He had to keep this ruse going. Potter... no, Harry wouldn't be pleased to know he was out on a date with the boy he despised back at school. Kai would be a bit shy, a bit naïve on dating men, and he would be overwhelmed by a fantastic snog.

Besides, if Potter continued kissing him like that, he wouldn't be able to hold his Glamour in place.

"Come on, then. I promised you a dinner," Harry said, his arm resting comfortably over Draco's shoulders. Draco turned slightly and plucked a stray hair from Harry's jacket as he straightened Potter's jacket.

"Especially when I have one of the handsomest men in London taking me out, Draco said lightly. He sighed softly. "Unfortunately, I have to be back early in the shop, tomorrow."

"Yeah, and I have work tonight," Harry replied, placing a soft kiss on Draco's cheek.

XXX

"Oh God, oh God," Harry panted, riding the hard flesh impaling him. He threw his head back, as his orgasm took hold. The man beneath him gripped Harry's arse cheeks harder, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

"Harder, James, harder," Draco ordered, his hair a wild mess across the pillow. James was beautiful when he came and Draco was so close, so very, very close. His fingers dug into James' flesh as he convulsed above him, his eyes closed, his long, dark lashes feathered across his cheeks, his mouth parted and his face twisted in that peculiar look of half pain and half ecstasy.

James clenched his muscles as he rode out his orgasm and Draco tipped over the edge spiralling down into a place of utter happiness and pleasure.

He felt James cover him with his body and he slowly opened his eyes, grey meeting brown and the other man smiled lazily at him.

"You're killing me," Draco said, his lips twitching into a grin, his hand caressing James' sweet arse and back. "You're fucking killing me," he repeated before James leaned in and kissed him.

James scraped his teeth over Draco's bottom lip before gently biting and pulling it. A slow, sexy grin spread over his face as he released it.

"But isn't that the point?" James asked, as he tucked a lock of Draco's hair behind his ear.

"Hmm," Draco sighed, utterly content. It didn't matter that this wasn't a real relationship, that it was only sex. He had no shot at the man he really wanted, but James was a damn close second.

"Draco," James said quietly, his hand tentatively caressing Draco's stomach. "Have you ever loved someone and knew that you had no chance with them?"

What had brought this about? Was James falling in love with him? It wouldn't be the worst thing that could ever happen. Maybe that was all he deserved... the love of a whore.

"Why do you ask?" Draco replied, rising up on an elbow to study the other man.

"I think I've met someone, but I don't think he'd look twice at me, if he really knew me," James said quietly. He gazed up into Draco's eyes and Draco could see his uncertainty.

Draco shook his head and sighed; this beautiful man yearning after a fool. What a pity. "I know how you feel," Draco said softly. He had no idea why he had just confessed this to James. Maybe it was compassion, or pity, or for once in his life, the truth. "There's a bloke that I fancy, but he hates me."

"That can't be true!" James exclaimed and then quieted. "I mean, fucking Merlin, you're beautiful, and kind, and probably the best lay I've ever had."

"Thanks, I think," Draco said, with a soft snort.

"No, seriously. Why don't you think you have a chance with him?" James asked.

Draco looked away, and his throat worked. "I knew him back at school. He was just a confused kid, like I was, but I was a prick to him. An utter, unmitigated prick. I did things because... well, I don't know exactly why I did some of the things I did to him. Maybe I was jealous, maybe I was angry, maybe because I was on the wrong side... but he never hurt me unless I started it," Draco whispered.

James sighed, and wrapped his arms around Draco and hugged him closer. "You should give him a second chance, work through what you did to each other years ago. You might be surprised."

"What are you, a shrink or something?" Draco scoffed.

"Yeah, right, paging Doctor James," James replied sarcastically, before wrapping his soft fingers around Draco's cock. "Ready for another go?"

XXX

"How about coming up to my flat for a drink and a tickle?" Harry asked, smirking, as he held Kai in his arms outside his apartment house. Kai had insisted on walking him home.

Kai licked his lips, and leaned in for another kiss. His lips moved against Harry's and his hands roamed Harry's body hungrily. Harry could feel how aroused the other man was, feel his warm breath against his skin, and he knew without a doubt that Kai would fuck him if he asked. It wouldn't be like with a client; it would be almost like a relationship. Hermione could quit nagging him to stop his unusual profession. He would have a real life, albeit without a job, but a life with a boyfriend. He could find another job, something that afforded him a regular schedule.

Kai sighed and laid his head against Harry's chest. His long, slender fingers toyed with the buttons on Harry's shirt. "I want to, but I don't think it's a good idea."

"What do you mean; it's not a good idea?" Harry asked, his arms wrapped around Kai's waist. He could feel Kai's erection, hard and proud against his thigh as he held him close.

"I really, really like you Harry, but I'm just not ready for this," Kai said softly. "There are some things I need to work out before, you know..." Kai said, his cheeks pinking.

"Is there anything I can do to help you work out things?" Harry asked lamely. "I mean, I'm not rushing you or anything, but I thought you were interested in... me."

"I am, but..."

"I understand," Harry said softly, releasing his hold on Kai. It figured. The one nice bloke he'd managed to hook up with had issues. It was strange that he seemed so interested, yet still refused Harry's advances. He must be losing his touch.

Kai pushed away from Harry, and straightened his jacket. "I should be going. The owner gets upset if I'm late in the morning. "I hate to leave, but, you know..." he said before giving a small wave and walking away.

Harry watched him walk away, and sighed. At least he had an appointment with his client. Malfoy. At least Malfoy was a constant. The man was good in the sack and he didn't expect anything from Harry. He just wanted sex. It was that easy. Maybe this was for the best. Being unfettered, free and unattached. But if he couldn't have Kai, he'd have Draco Malfoy, like that was ever going to happen.

Harry pulled a small flask from his pocket and took a healthy swallow. There was no reason to change back from James to Harry too soon before the assignment was over.

He grimaced and clutched his stomach. Even if it was the best six hour Polyjuice potion not brewed in the girl's loo, it still tasted like crap.

XXX

"Ah, James," Draco said in greeting.

"Draco," Harry replied.

"I was thinking about what you said last time. You know about working through my issues with the boy from my past," Draco said, indicating that James should sit down next to him. The rented room was simple. A settee, a stuffed chair, a four poster bed and side table.

Harry settled down next to him. Draco nervously picked at his shoe, and then gazed at him steadily. "I want you to take Polyjuice for me. It's a fantasy that I've always had, you know, to have the boy I always fancied."

"Uh, uh, uh," Harry stammered, apparently at a loss for words.

"I'd pay you extra. I've heard the stuff tastes horrible, but would you?" Draco persisted.

"Uh Draco," Harry said finally. "I'm up for about anything, but Polyjuice?"

"Please," Draco said. He looked so sad and forlorn that Harry finally nodded.

"Excellent," Draco replied, rubbing his hands together. "I have a bottle that was brewed by a potions master friend of mine. It was difficult to obtain one of the necessary ingredients, but by Merlin, he managed it."

"Which ingredient?" Harry asked, noting the wicked glint in Draco's eyes.

"You have to swear that you won't tell. I know it sounds all melodramatic, but I do fancy the man and I can't have it to get out. He hates me and I've gone through enough shit in the past few years that I can't deal with anymore bad press."

"Before I do anything, I'd like to know who I'm going to be impersonating," Harry replied, "So who is it?"

Draco grinned shyly and did something Harry never expected him to do; he ducked his head as if embarrassed.

"James, its Harry Potter."

Harry took a step back. "Uh, uh..."

"I know, I know, but I can assure you the potion is perfectly safe and will last roughly two hours or so and that's plenty of time for what I have in mind."

"So what do you have in mind?" Harry asked. His mind was still reeling from the fact that Draco fancied him and that he wanted him to impersonate himself, or rather, Draco wanted James to impersonate himself. He couldn't take Polyjuice as he was already under Polyjuice and he'd never heard of anyone ever taking it while under its spell to change themselves again. It was utter madness.

"Well, as you said. I need to work through my issues with the man I fancy and I thought this would be the best way to do so, and then maybe, I can move on," Draco said cautiously. "If you're willing, we could role play a few events where things just didn't turn out exactly as I had hoped."

"Couldn't we try without the Polyjuice?" Harry asked as he sat down next to Draco and took his hand. He squeezed the long, slender fingers before offering Draco a shy grin.

"It would be more realistic if you would take it, but we could try, I suppose," Draco said, thoughtfully. He tapped his finger against his lips for a moment, thinking. "You should do what I ask though since I'm paying you."

"But, you haven't. At least not yet," Harry replied, smirking.

"You never said how much," Draco snapped, jerking his hand from Harry's. He reached in his pocket for his wallet." I can pay you right now." He took out a wad of Muggle money and held it out to Harry.

"I don't want you to pay me right now," Harry said, pushing Draco's hand away. He didn't need the money. He still had plenty in his account at Gringotts. He just wanted a fantastic fuck so he could sleep. Sex just made everything so much better. He could sleep without nightmares of the past and of the faces of people who'd died. Sex soothed his nerves and calmed his troubled mind of all the what ifs and could bes.

"Make up your mind," Draco said irritably, as he shoved his wallet back in his trousers.

"So, what's the scenario? What am I supposed to do?" Harry asked ignoring Draco's little fit of pique.

"I caught him spying on me once, on the way back to school on the train. He was hiding in the overhead. I caught him and petrified him," Draco explained.

"And? What am I supposed to do?" Harry asked.

"Lie on the floor," Draco ordered, motioning with his free hand. "I broke his nose and left him petrified under his invisibility cloak." He pointed his wand at the walls of the hotel room. The walls contracted, became smaller and rougher, resembling Draco Malfoy's train car from so many years ago.

Harry sat down on the floor, but warily watched Draco. "Are you going to break my nose?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "No, I'm not. Don't be stupid. Let's begin. Lie down," he ordered.

Reluctantly, Harry laid back.

"Potter!" Draco cried suddenly, startling Harry.

"I can explain..." Harry began. He couldn't take his eyes off Draco's wand. Maybe Hermione was right, damn her. He shouldn't be doing this.

"Petrificus Totalis," Draco cried, pointing his wand toward Harry.

It was horrible; the feeling of being completely paralyzed and knowing how this was going to play out again. Malfoy was going to beat the crap out of him. There was only one way this was going to end. Malfoy was going to leave him trapped in this fake body, until his Polyjuice wore off and he changed back, and then his secret would be out.

"What're you doing, Potter!" Draco cried, his eyes flashing with anger and Harry immediately was taken back, fear clenching his gut.

"Why are you spying on me?" Draco asked as he lifted and half shook Harry. Stupid, stupid idea to go along with this, Harry thought.

Draco dropped Harry and Harry saw him lift his foot. Oh Merlin... not again.

And it stopped just a breath away from Harry's nose.

Then Draco was kneeling over him; both legs bracketing his arms to his body.

"Finite," Draco whispered. "Are you sorry for spying on me, Potter?" he snarled.

"No," Harry whispered.

"Why?"

"You were up to something, and I needed to know," Harry answered truthfully. "Voldemort..." Harry stopped, realizing what he'd said.

Draco shivered, and turned his face away. "Don't ever say his name in my presence," he growled. "That bastard nearly destroyed my family."

Harry started at him in astonishment. Draco Malfoy hating the Dark Lord? Yes, he'd turned his back on Voldemort at the end but he'd never heard one word of regret from the Malfoy family. They'd just vanished.

"Everything I ever did was to save my family from that arse. He touched his left forearm and grimaced as he stared down at Harry. "It's ruined me. I can never leave my past behind," he said softly. His hair covered his face as he bowed his head.

"I didn't know," Harry whispered.

Draco nodded and turned his face away again.

Harry grasped Draco's ankles and ran a finger around the edge of his sock, feeling the soft down on his lower leg.

"You look hot like that, James," Draco whispered, as he leaned down, both hands on each side of Harry's head. "I want to fuck your face."

"Do it," Harry breathed, his tongue just inching out enough to wet his lips.

Draco slowly undid his trousers and smiled.

XXX

Harry whistled a happy tune as he walked down the street, his feet almost dancing over the cobblestones. The sun was coming up, pink and gold and bronze over the skyline. Life was good and so was his sated libido. Draco had nearly fucked him silly and he could still feel him, hot and heavy inside him. He stopped and stretched and gave a contented sigh. But Draco was just a client, not someone he could have a relationship no matter how much he'd like that.

Kai's shop was just a block away, but he could already catch the aroma of spice and chocolate in the morning air. If he had a cup of coffee, he could almost breakfast on the morning air. Harry smiled. Kai was so sweet and cute and innocent and down to earth.

Harry tucked his hands back in his jean pockets and continued walking. He'd pretty much made up his mind if Kai would be his boyfriend, he'd give up Draco Malfoy, give up this crazy lifestyle. Even though Draco made him feel wonderful when they fucked, there was so much baggage and so many layers to the man that it would take years to get to the core of him.

But, there was something about him. Maybe a quality of reverence, a desire to make things right with him, or just the fact that he was trying to move on? Harry hadn't heard of Malfoy having a job or working for anyone. He'd pretty much dropped out of sight, like his parents. He was here, though, and seeing Harry on a regular basis. What he did during the day was really no concern of Harry's. It was a mess. He wanted to be with Kai, but there was just something about Draco Malfoy that made him want him too. Gah!

He opened the door.

"Heya, Harry," Kai greeted him. "Right on the dot." He placed a cup of coffee on the counter crossed his arms on the counter behind it. "Give it a go. It's a new blend and knowing your tastes, ye'd probably like it." Kai smirked and Harry's heart gave a little lurch.

Harry grinned, leaned over the counter and gave Kai a peck on the lips. "Mornin'," he said against Kai's soft lips.

Kai gave a little sigh and pulled back. "Tis a glorious mornin' now," he murmured. "I have a batch in the back to get out. Be back in a tick."

Harry watched him disappear around the doorway. Oh lord, things shouldn't be this complicated at this point in his life. The sight of Kai's sweet arse made him want him. He wanted Kai to be buried hilt deep in him, his soft, strong hands holding him as he plunged into him again and again and again. He wanted to feel him convulse and fill him with his hot seed. God, how he wanted it.

"Hot out of the oven," Kai said, interrupting Harry's indecent thoughts. Harry felt his cheeks flush.

"Knut for your thoughts," Kai said, pouring a cup of coffee and taking a plate of doughnuts from behind the counter. He rounded the counter and motioned Harry over to a small table near the front windows. "I put them in last night... thought we might christen them."

"In front of the windows?" Harry asked with a laugh.

Kai rolled his eyes and smirked. "I got them for my customers to sit a spell. Thought they might like to relax while they sample me wares."

Harry leaned in and drew Kai into a kiss. Kai snickered as their lips met. Harry opened his eyes and gave him a confused look. "My kiss makes you laugh?"

"No, I just realized what I said," Kai said, grabbing Harry's jacket and pulling him in for a snog.

When they parted, Kai grinned shyly and then lifted his cup of coffee. "I like you, Harry," Kai said, smiling.

"So, you're up for another date?" Harry asked, touching his coffee cup to Kai's.

"Aye," Kai said before he took a sip of coffee.

"Dinner then?" Harry asked, then paused. "Or, what about a little fun now?"

"Harry!" Kai said, feigning shock, putting his mug down. "Come on now."

"It's early. I'm pretty sure your other regulars don't come in for at least an hour or so. Am I right?" Harry asked.

"Aye, but..."

Without a word, Harry rose and turned the open sign around and flicked his finger at the lights above. They instantly went out except for the ones in the kitchen. It was a bit eerie, but cosy in strange way. He could see Kai's eyes widen in the faint light.

"I really like you too, Kai," Harry said, pulling Kai from his seat. He wrapped his arms around the other man and then pressed his lips to Kai's. He felt the other man tense and then sink into his embrace, accepting the kiss and deepening it. Harry let Kai do as he wanted before shifting slightly and pressing a line of kisses across his jawline to his neck.

Kai whimpered softly and Harry ran his hand down Kai's front, fingers trailing over Kai's chest and stomach then he inched lower slowly. He grasped Kai's erection through his apron and trousers.

"Harry," Kai whispered, as Harry's fingers shifted and grasped his trouser zipper.

"I want more than a snog. I need something else," Harry said a bit desperately. He caught Kai's gaze.

"What?" Kai asked, his eyes never leaving Harry's.

Harry sank to his knees, still watching Kai. "Think you can stand?" Harry asked, smirking. He slid hand under Kai's apron and into his trousers.

Kai started slightly and gripped the table with one hand and the other caught in Harry's hair.

"What if someone sees?" Kai gasped, as Harry's fingers encircled him.

"You're a wizard... you figure it out," Harry replied, as he reached up and snagged a doughnut from the plate Kai has brought to the table. He brought it to his mouth and licked a dollop of chocolate icing from the top. "Mmm."

He could feel Kai's gaze on him as he ducked back under his apron. Harry slid the doughnut over Kai's growing erection. He nibbled the doughnut and with his fingers smeared the chocolate over Kai's velvety skin. Harry pressed his nose into his pubic hair and sniffed. The man always tasted and smelled so good. His mouth closed over him.

He felt Kai tighten his grip on his hair and heard him moan.

Maybe life wasn't as complicated as he thought.

XXX

"It's about time you got here," Draco snapped when Harry walked in the door. Harry could tell he was nervous. James had agreed to take Polyjuice and Harry could tell that Draco thought that tonight was important.

"You don't have to be so cranky," Harry replied lightly shrugging off his jacket. He threw it across a chair near the door. "I told you I'd be here," as he flopped down on the sofa.

"There's not a lot of time to waste. This is only good for a limited time and we need to get started."

"God, you're the romantic tonight," Harry said with a laugh.

"Are you backing out on me?" Draco asked. "I won't let you."

"Draco..."

"I can't let you," Draco said urgently. "I need this."

"Then tell me what I'm supposed to do. I told you I'd take the Polyjuice this one time. Why are you so wound up?"

Harry's words seemed to calm Draco and he closed his eyes and seemed to be steadying himself. Harry watched as Draco gained control.

"Sorry, James. I'm just a bit nervous about all of it. What if this makes me worse? What if I hurt you? I won't hold back like I did when... when I had this interaction with Harry Potter. Don't let me... I won't hurt you," Draco said painfully.

Harry rose and went to the other man and took him in his arms. He didn't kiss him and Draco made no move to do anything but rest in his arms. Slowly, Draco slipped his arms around his waist and sighed. He studied the other man. He had dark circles under his eyes and he appeared to have lost some weight, weight that the slender man could not afford to lose.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked, as he continued to hold the other man. He ran a tentative hand down his spine and felt the other man shiver.

Draco shook his head and Harry felt him tighten his grip around his waist.

"We can do this another time if it would help, if you're not ready," Harry offered. "I said I'd do what you asked on this, but it seems to be making you sick."

Draco sighed and Harry heard him swallow.

"I want to do this today. I need for this to be over with," Draco said softly.

"You know, maybe you should be doing this under a Healer's care. What if this doesn't turn out how you think it should? I can't help you." Harry said. "I'm just what you called me, a whore."

Harry brushed a lock of hair off Draco's face, watching the other man's face. His eyes slowly opened and Harry could see strength and resolve there.

"You're more than a whore to me," Draco said softly.

"I know."

"You're wearing glasses?" Draco asked, suddenly.

"Every picture I've seen of this Harry Potter - he was wearing glasses, so I brought mine."

"You wear glasses?"

"Contacts mostly. Dead useful. Best thing Muggles ever came up with," Harry replied, straightening them slightly.

Draco nodded then pulled a small stoppered bottle from his robes' pocket. "This is the Polyjuice. It's ready to drink. I brought a set of robes for you to wear too. They're in the bathroom over there."

"You thought of everything," Harry said with a nervous laugh.

"Didn't think of the glasses thing."

Harry shrugged and took the bottle from Draco's hand and held it up to the light. It was a medium leafy green in colour and thick. Not nearly as thick as the first batch Hermione had ever whipped up in the girl's loo at school, but thicker than the potion that Harry drank every day that he went out as James.

A sudden pain caused Harry to gasp and nearly double over.

"Hey, you all right?" Draco asked, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Just something I ate earlier not agreeing with me," Harry replied straightening up. "I'll just pop in the loo and change and drink this," he said as he made a face, "and then we'll do this." He had to get into the bathroom right away. He could feel his Polyjuice wearing off and the change starting. It always started with a bad stomach cramp and then his hands would begin to shake.

"You're shaking," Draco said, turning to face Harry straight on.

"I need the bathroom now," Harry said quickly and pulled away and sprinted to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and sank to the floor. It had been close... almost too close. He retched and then he changed.

Harry stood up a moment later and caught his breath. He felt a bit shaky, but okay. Except he was starving. But, no matter. Draco was waiting for him and he needed to change into Harry Potter. He tugged his shirt over his head and hung it up on a hook on the wall. The robes Draco had brought were a bit long, but they were a close replica of his school robes. This was truly pathetic. A grown man stuck in the past and having to pay a whore to help him get past whatever he was going to re-enact with a fake Harry. He hoped it wasn't the Fiendfyre.

He felt sorry for him.

Harry sighed and opened the door.

"Oh my God. You look just like him!" Draco exclaimed, as Harry stepped out. He eyed him critically. "Except your glasses."

Harry shrugged and touched his wand to his glasses and the neat silver frames magically changed to round, black glasses. What Draco didn't know couldn't hurt him. He'd transfigured his own glasses before arriving at Draco's and now he could see just as well as he ever could.

"So, what's the role-play this time?" Harry asked.

Draco picked up his wand and murmured a charm. The room shifted, contracted, expanded and then changed into a replica of the boy's bathroom back at Hogwarts.

"A bathroom?" Harry asked.

"This is where Potter marked me," Draco said softly. He turned to face Harry and Harry couldn't help but place a hand on his own chest at Draco's words. He remembered the scars on Draco's chest when they'd had sex, how ripped apart the boy had been years ago. And, he felt ashamed. Ashamed that he'd never thought about what he'd done to the other man, even if he could rationalize it was in self-defence.

Draco turned around and stared into the mirror in front of him. Harry could see him clearly; could see his face twist with fear and rage and suddenly everything came rushing back.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked, quietly.

Draco spun around, his wand pointing at Harry, his eyes bright with tears. It trembled in his hand and Harry waited for him to send a curse hurtling his way as he had done seven years ago.

The faint sound of dripping water and Draco's harsh breathing seemed to fill in all sound and void in the room. Harry pointed his wand and waited.

Draco's hand trembled, and he dropped his wand and sank to his knees. It was like watching a tree topple after a fire, pieces of ash and wood falling into a heap, and this was how Draco fell.

Harry ran to his and gathered him in his arms. "Draco," he said softly... Draco?"

Draco could only shake his head and allow Harry to hold him.

Later that night, as they lay on the bed, Harry now Polyjuiced back into James, with Draco still wrapped in his arms, Harry pressed a kiss on Draco's forehead.

"I'm a pansy, a fucking baby, aren't I?" Draco asked.

Harry shook his head. This poor fucked up bastard had held a torch for him all these years and Harry couldn't tell him how much he wanted him, how much he'd fallen in love with him. Maybe, he was just as bad as Draco. Scared and confused and using sex to take away the pain.

"I don't know what to do..." Draco whispered.

"Live," Harry murmured. "Live as if there is no tomorrow, live in the here and now and not the past Draco Malfoy."

Draco turned in his arms and studied him. "How did you ever get so smart, Dr. James?"

"Fuck a lot of smarter men, I suppose, and you pick up something," Harry replied. "And now, I have to tell you something."

"You've done better than I expected in all this. How much do I owe you?" Draco asked, rolling on his side to face him.

"No, I owe you something. And you won't like it. I asked you once before if there was someone you fancied and you took me into your confidence and told me about this Harry Potter bloke." Harry sighed. "There's someone I fancy and I can't be with him or even attempt a relationship if I keep doing what I do." He leaned in close until his lips nearly touched Draco's ear. "I'm not a whore, really. I just like sex. But this person I fancy, the one I think I love... I need to try if I want to be with him and if means I need to change, I will," he said resolutely.

"I'm sorry I called you that, James. I am. You're a very special man and I hope if we meet again, we can be friends."

"Thank you," Harry said softly and turned to kiss Draco one last time. "I should be going."

Harry untangled himself from Draco and started to dress, but he could feel the other man's eyes on him, following every move. If he could make this work as James, he certainly could make it work as Harry Potter. He already had a foot in the door since he knew that Draco liked him... a lot. It was just finding the man outside of these nightly assignations.

James turned and offered a weak smile to Draco. "It's been a pleasure," he said as he opened the door.

"Goodbye, James," Draco whispered.

XXX

Harry was tipsy, pleasantly inebriated, or as Fred would say, trashed. He staggered a bit, but Kai kept a tight grip on his waist and kept him from stumbling and falling on his face.

"Eh Harry, still feelin' a bit frisky, are ye?" Kai asked his cheeks flushed.

"Aye, I do," Harry replied feigning Kai's accent. He laughed and then tripped and almost fell.

"They say drinkin' keeps ye from getting' it up, but I'm harder than a five day old scone."

Harry laughed and tripped again.

"I'm Apparating us back to my flat," Kai said soberly, then giggled. "I can't keep pickin' ye up."

A moment later, they were in Kai's flat. He pushed Harry up against the wall and snogged him, his hand cupping Harry's cock.

Harry giggled and whispered against Kai's lips, "If I'd only known that getting you drunk would make you horny, I'd done it ages ago."

Kai laughed and then tugged Harry around the hall to his room. He shoved Harry on the bed and pounced on him like a cat on a mouse. One hand snaked down Harry's trousers and the other tangled in Harry's hair as he kissed and bit the soft flesh of Harry's neck. Between the two of them, clothing was quickly shed and tossed and kicked to the floor.

"Aye, fuck me, Harry, fuck me hard," Kai whispered.

Harry laughed. "Nay, I can't," he giggled imitating Kai. "I like it up ta arse, me lovely Kai and I want you to split me open."

Kai sat back on his knees, astounded. "Ye only bottom?"

"Aye," Harry whispered, suddenly a bit more sober than before. "Kai, I need ye now."

Kai smirked, and then reached over to the bed table and pulled two lengths of rope and a bandana out of the drawer. "Your wish is my command."

His eyes widened, but Harry didn't resist when he tied each wrist to a bedpost, pulling the rope just tight enough to keep him from moving. He wanted to touch that lovely, tawny chest, that firm stomach and that tight little arse, but if this was the only way Kai would fuck him, he could wait. He'd waited to have sex with Kai for ages and now, maybe a go with Kai would put Draco Malfoy out of his mind. It nearly broke him to stop seeing him as James. He'd asked around, but hadn't found a trace of him. It was just too screwed up and too complicated and Harry could say now that he really preferred his life to be simple, unfettered, and free of past baggage.

"I'm going to blindfold ye, Harry," Kai said.

"I want to see you," Harry whined, straining a bit against the ropes. He bucked a bit trying to dislodge Kai from his stomach but the other man pressed a hand flat to his chest, stilling him.

"You'll like this, ye will. It'll make everything so much sharper, better, more intense," Kai purred, as he gently lifted Harry's head and tied the bandana around his eyes.

Harry felt the bed shift slightly and then Kai was back on his stomach. Kai was right, this was hot, hotter than hot and Kai hadn't even done anything yet.

It started with the tickle of a feather up his inner leg, followed by the slow lick of a tongue leaving a trail of salvia behind. A puff of breath made him squirm as the faint dampness dried. Harry couldn't help wiggling a bit when Kai touched his cock. His soft hand circled it and began to stroke and Harry threw his head back. He cried out when Kai took him in his mouth and began to suck.

Then it was cool air against his cock and the sweeping tickle of the feather trailing from the tip of his cock, higher and higher until it was on his chest. He fought the urge to giggle.

"Likin' that do ye?" Kai asked, running the feather around one of Harry's nipples.

"Oh, oh...oh," Harry groaned, the myriad sensations coming one after another, faster and faster and he was too hard, and too needy and he wanted Kai in him.

"Now, it's my turn for a wee bit of fun," Kai giggled. Harry could feel his fingers around his cock, then he could feel Kai's cock against his own and he bucked just a bit wanting the friction, wanting to feel it a bit more, needing to be penetrated so badly that he was almost in pain.

"God, Kai... I need you in me. I need you to stretch me out and take me. God... please," Harry moaned. But Draco Malfoy was on his mind, his thick, hard cock inside him moving, hitting all the right spots, the man's strong fingers digging into his flesh as he held him still as he pounded into him.

Then it all changed. He felt his cock pressed against Kai and the coolness of the lube slathered over him and then Kai sank down on him with a grunt.

"Kai..."

"I'm going to ride you, you beautiful man. I'm going to make your eyeballs roll back in your head before I'm done," Kai ordered, starting to rise and then sinking back down on Harry. It was tight and hot and he'd never felt anything like this before and the sensations were amazing.

"Oh Merlin," Harry panted, straining against the silken ropes holding his arms taut. He need to touch this man riding him, feel his skin, and feel his mouth on his.

The tingling started at the base of his spine and he wanted to come, but Kai squeezed him around the base of his cock and he groaned. He could hear Kai panting and moving faster, his body tightening around Harry's cock with each downward stroke.

Harry whimpered and then his world exploded, all heat and wet and the feel of Kai's hair brushing his chest as the man slid down upon him.

"Harry," Kai whispered, and Harry sighed happily. This man was fantastic shag, and he couldn't have asked for more in a lover. He wanted to wrap his arms around him and keep him close.

"Let me loose," Harry said. "I want to touch you."

"No, not tonight. Tonight you do what I want and only when I want," Kai said, his voice changing fractionally.

"Kai?" Harry asked, confused. For one brief moment he sounded like Draco Malfoy.

"Aye, love," the familiar voice of Kai whispered in his ear and Harry surrendered to the feel of his lips and fingers on his body.

XXX

Harry woke the next morning a bit sticky, a bit sore, and definitely hungry. He breathed in deeply and turned to take his lover into his arms. Instead, he only found an expanse of empty bed and a cold pillow. Sometime during the night, Kai had removed his restraints and the bandana from his eyes. He blinked in the cold morning light.

He looked around blearily, his head throbbing from the hangover of the Red Dog Inn.

"Kai?" Harry called. He looked around and found his glasses on the bed table. There was no note, and no indication that there had been anyone living here. Everything was gone except the bed and the night table.

Harry closed his eyes and rubbed his face with the heels of his hands. Kai hadn't said anything about leaving. What was going on?

Maybe Kai had just gone to work and hadn't bothered to wake Harry. That had to be it.

He dressed quickly and headed down the steps, his head pounding with each step. He nudged the door open with his foot and headed out into the alley and stopped. He didn't know where he was. He barely remembered getting to Kai's flat last night. Come to think of it, he barely remembered anything about Kai's flat except the bed.

He started walking again and got to the end of the alley and realized he was about a block from Kai's bakery. He was probably there and if he wasn't, maybe whoever was working there would know where he'd gone.

He rounded the corner and began to run.

XXX

Draco Malfoy stood near the door of the bakery's kitchen, watching his... mind you, his customers eating the pastries and drinking the coffee he'd made. It made him feel good. No one had said anything ugly to him; in fact, everyone had been fairly pleasant.

He straightened his apron and turned to peek inside the nearest oven. He'd put a batch of cream cheese spinners in a bit ago and they should be ready any moment.

Last night. He took a deep breath in and sighed. It had been difficult. He'd wanted to stay with Harry, but he couldn't keep the ruse up any longer. If James had enough courage to quit a job he truly loved to be with someone, to take a risk for the person he loved, then he could do the same. It was now or never.

He pulled the cream cheese spinners out of the oven and sat the tray on the counter, murmuring a cooling charm. Almost ready for the case. Draco leaned back against the work table and crossed his arms over his chest, still thinking about what could be and what never was.

Suddenly, the door flew open and Harry Potter strode in, ignoring the curious looks of the customers sitting at the neat little tables by the window, sipping coffee and eating sweets. He looked flushed and upset and Draco wondered if he'd been a stupid arse to throw away what he, or more aptly Kai, had had with the man.

Harry stood at the counter, waiting. He could do this; he could walk out there and talk to the man as if nothing had ever happened between them, but Potter didn't know that. He only knew Kai.

Potter's stomach gave a loud growl, and he saw the man look slightly embarrassed before turning back to the case and staring at the sweets. He watched as Potter traced a small design on the glass and stared at the cinnamon claw, covered with a gooey, sweet white icing, the one thing that had brought them together before.

Draco reached down deep inside and pulled up his last shred of courage. He picked up the tray and rounded the door to the front cases.

"Potter?" he asked, trying to sound surprised.

"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" Harry asked, looking a bit confused.

"Working. This is my shop; I own it," Malfoy said briskly, sliding the tray of cream cheese spinners into an open spot in the display case. He brushed his hands on his apron and straightened up.

"Where's Kai?" Harry asked bluntly. "I need to talk to him."

"He's gone. Said that he had some things to take care of at home." Draco replied, watching him curiously. "He didn't tell me anything more."

Harry looked sick.

"Are you all right? You look peaky."

"I'm fine, fine," Harry snapped, waving him off and starting to turn away,

"All right then. Can I get you something?" Draco asked, stopping to wipe a smear of flour from his cheek. He grinned, slightly. "Would you like a sweet? On the house, of course," Draco said, not waiting for Potter to reply as he reached under the case and placed three pastries on a plate, a chocolate raspberry doughnut, a cream cheese spinner and a cinnamon claw. He turned around, and expertly poured two cups of coffee, handing one to Harry, and keeping the other for himself.

Potter's face was priceless.

Draco rounded the counter, coffee in one hand, plate of pastries in the other. "Come on then," Draco said crisply, and motioned him to a table in front of the window. Oh Merlin, it was the one where Potter had blew Kai...him. He felt his cock twitch.

"Malfoy? " Harry asked again, following him.

"Sit down Potter." Draco ordered and realizing he sounded like he did back at school, softened his tone. "There are things we need to discuss."

"About Kai?" Potter asked, reaching for the steaming cup of coffee that Draco had just sat on the table. He blew across the top, and took a sip and he seemed to fight the smile that split his face.

"Good, isn't it?" Draco asked, ignoring Harry's question, as he took a sip of his own.

"It is. So, did Kai teach you everything before he left? You know, making excellent coffee and those?" Harry asked pointing at the plate of sweets.

"Actually, I taught him," Draco replied, smiling as he leaned back in his chair and stretched.

"Really?" Harry asked, cocking his head slightly and looking at him curiously.

"Really. It's a long story, probably bore you to death," Draco replied, as he leaned forward and pushed the plate toward Harry.

"I have all the time in the world," Harry said, reaching for the chocolate raspberry doughnut.







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