Your Infection's my Discretion (Larry Stylinson - Vampire AU)[On Hold]

Chapter 1

"Ten thousand," Harry told the man sprawled out on his bed. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, still trying to catch his breath. "And if you'd like, before you go home to your wife, the shower's right through that door."

"The money's in my trousers' back pocket. Ten thousand is all I brought, so don't get any funny ideas," he replied huskily. He forced himself up off the bed, his legs still a bit shaky from their previous activities.

"C'mon, Andrew, how long have we known each other? A year? And you still think I'd take more than what I've charged? You have no faith," Harry snorted and pulled on a pair of clean pants and went in search of an equally clean pair of trousers, throwing up the clothes that were sporadically strewn across the floor.

He found a pair of black skinny jeans, cautiously smelling them before nodding to himself and pulled them up. When he heard the shower shoot on, he quickly walked over to the clothes that were neatly folded on the couch, unfolding Andrew's grey trousers and slipping his hand in his back pocket, wrapping his long fingers around the roll of some hundred notes. He unfolded them and counted out ten.

He slipped the money into his own back pocket and folded Andrew's trousers again. He jogged over to his dresser, pulling open the first drawer and grabbed a plain black V-neck. He straightened out the bottom and shook out his curls, running his hand through them to get them perfect.

When Andrew emerged, water was still dripping from his body and Harry smirked at him, his eyes travelling downward.

"Why don't you just tell her you're gay?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow as Andrew bent down and pulled up his pants.

"Because I have kids and Sally's homophobic-there's no way she'd allow me to see my kids after," Andrew shook his head as he did a little bunny hop, picking up his trousers and tightened his belt. He grabbed for his black polo neck and pulled it on over his head, hiding the love bites Harry left on his torso and neck.

"They're your kids, you helped make them, you have a right to see them. It's called joint custody, duh," Harry laughed, rolling his eyes. Andrew chuckled and shook out his wethair. "Hey, mate, I'm the only dog in this arrangement."

"Later, Haz, when's the next time you're free?" Andrew asked, walking towards the door.

"Friday, around... eleven," he told him, chewing on his lower lip.

"Okay, see you then," Andrew waved at him, sliding open the door and sliding it closed behind him and Harry was left alone in his beyond dirty flat.

He waved his hands at the clothes on the floor and began to pick up the dirty dishes, taking them to the large, deep sink in the kitchen. He waved his hands at the full sink, making a mental note to clean the dishes sometime.

He grabbed the remote from off the couch and pointed it towards the TV, watching as it turned on to the familiar dark colours of Vampire Diaries. He rolled his eyes at the TV show and turned it off, grabbing his car keys from off the side table, pulled on some socks and slipped on a pair of trainers.

He slid open the door, flicking off the light and sliding it closed as he faced towards the stairs. He didn't worry about anyone coming up to his flat because no one ever did, so he left the door unlocked. Not that it even had a lock, he kept it locked from the inside by a screw driver, but no one else was inside to do so.

Harry shoved his car keys into his pocket as he pounded down the metal stairs and out into the outside world that wasn't his flat. That wasn't the safety he felt in his home. It was dark out, just the way he liked it. He looked up towards the dark, cloudy sky. He loved the clouds and hated the past few sunny days.