Reckless Abandon (Drarry)

Chapter 2

Harry pulled the hood of his black robe up, covering his head and putting his face in shadow, before taking the turn on to Knockturn Alley. Since the war, most of the Dark Arts businesses had closed, and others had taken over. Most were still on the shady side, and Harry's auror senses were on high alert.

Within a few minutes, he stood in front of the brothel. The wood siding was painted black, with thick, dark curtains covering the windows and hardly letting a sliver of light out. The front door was dark red, with the name of the business painted boldly in gold in the centre. A single red lamp hung over the door, drawing Harry closer.

Heart pounding, Harry entered quickly and closed the door behind him, leaning back against it as he got his bearings.

A wide staircase swooped up to the second floor, a thick, scarlet carpet muffling the footfalls of an older woman who descended to greet him with a pretty smile. "Welcome to Bedknobs and Broomsticks. I am Madame LaBelle, but you can call me Monique."

The woman was likely over fifty years old, but still beautiful. Her black hair was generously shot through with silver, twisted into an elegant coil on the back of her head. Her deep blue dress showed a voluptuous figure that had no doubt been in high demand in her earlier days as a prostitute. Her sharp, dark eyes looked Harry over appreciatively, and he found himself drawing himself up to be taller under her thorough perusal.

Harry shook her hand gently. "James. I sent an owl." He had done a mild disguise spell, his features altered enough to keep from being recognized. It was one he often used at work.

Nodding, Monique waved Harry into a parlor to the right of the staircase. The lavish decor reminded Harry of an earlier era, with dark wooden furniture, thick red velvet drapes over the windows and a burgundy chaise lounge. He perched on the edge of it.

Monique sat on a plush armchair, and offered him a glass of wine. He accepted, his mouth dry with nerves.

"Your message said you have never been to an establishment like this before."

Harry nodded in agreement. "Yes. Close friends bought me the package."

Monique gave him a knowing smile. "I am honored to have you here. We will endeavor to make your experiences what you desire."

Trying to appear calm, Harry took another sip of the wine. Excitement and a low burn of arousal warred with his tension.

"Now, please be honest with me. I have worked in this industry for decades, and assure you that nothing will shock me. What are you looking for?" Monique peered at Harry over the rim of her wineglass.

This was it. Harry had found it hard to admit it to himself. He had never said it aloud to anyone else. "I'm... I'm gay..."

Monique nodded encouragingly, unfazed by his confession. "Fine. Any preference for type of man? Older? Younger? Build? Hair color? Ethnicity?"

Harry's eyes widened. "Um...around my age...and I'm not really sure about the rest. I'm not... that experienced." Every few months, he escaped into muggle London, trying out different gay clubs. It had resulted in a few fumbling, half-drunk encounters.

The older woman finished her drink, and rose. "Please wait here." Monique went to a desk near the window, shuffling through many papers. She returned within five minutes and passed a file folder to Harry. "Here are the profiles of some of my staff. Don't feel pressured to choose any of them unless they suit you."

Harry hadn't been sure of the process for choosing the man for him, but felt relieved he could do it this way. Without the men in question staring back at him.

They were all attractive men in their late twenties to early thirties. Harry immediately flipped past the very large, muscular men, as they weren't really his type. There were a few others he found intriguing, each profile sheet containing a magical image that showed the subject in motion.

But he stopped dead at the last sheet. It wasn't the type of profile he would have normally been interested in, but something about the man in the picture caught his attention, and he could hardly look away.

Monique noticed, and leaned closer to see which man had Harry so captivated. She chuckled, leaning back with a pleased smirk. "That is Dante. I almost didn't include him in your file since you seem a little inexperienced, but I sense you could handle him."

Harry swallowed hard, finding his mouth a little dry. "Um...all the leather, and the mask...is he a ...?"

Monique helped Harry out, sensing he was struggling with the correct terms. "Yes, he is a Dom, and in high demand."

The idea of being in a small room alone with this appealing man, totally at his mercy, sent a thrill through Harry. A spark of intense carnal interest he hadn't felt for ages.

Funny how affected he was, when it was hard to tell what the man really looked like. He was wearing tight blue jeans, a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a black leather vest over that. A matching black leather mask hid half of his face, and the hood of his black robe covered his hair. His arms were crossed, and his face tilted slightly up like he was challenging the person who took his picture. Harry could see he was slim and fit, lightly muscled, with pale skin. But even through the short captured image of him, his commanding presence shone through.

Harry tore his gaze away from the image to look at Monique. "When can I meet with him?"

She gave a satisfied grin and collected the file back together, returning it to her desk. "You are in luck. Dante only sees his clients twelve times, and he just finished with one last week. Tomorrow night at 8 pm?"

Harry nodded in agreement, and soon had made his farewells. Back out on the street, he walked fast, needing a few blocks of distance to be able to think again. Part of him wanted to demand that Monique try to get Dante sooner. To have to wait a day seemed far too long. He felt distracted, his mind full of dark fantasies.

The walk helped clear his mind, and Harry eventually got home, heading right to bed. He stripped, looking at his bare body in the mirror before he slipping his pajamas bottoms on. It had been a long time since he had been with a lover. The quick drunken trysts with muggle men were usually in dark corners, and never involved taking clothing fully off. Zippers were undone, clothing pushed out of the way, hands and mouths giving illicit pleasure.

He was reasonably fit from being an auror for a decade, slim and well-muscled, not bulky. His skin had many marks and scars that healers couldn't fade. Some from the war, some from earlier scuffles, many from his auror years. He didn't mind them.

His hair was perhaps a little too long and messy, but he'd never really been bothered by that either. He wore a uniform at work, and old jeans with t-shirts and jumpers when he wasn't dressed up for charity functions. His dress robes got far too much wear.

Under the covers, he ran his hand over his bare chest. What would a dom do? Tie him down? Whip him? Order him to perform sexual acts?

Ideas flowed quickly, and he gave himself the freedom to imagine the most extreme things. He shifted on the bed, spreading his legs, and slipping his hand into his pajama bottoms. Stroking slowly, his fantasies went to something he had never tried, but always been curious about. He was naked on all fours, straps keeping him in that position. Dante was kneeling behind him, working his thick, hard cock into him. Fucking him, making him take it. And there was pain mixed with pleasure...

Within a few minutes, Harry was recovering. Fast breathing slowed as he cleaned himself up with a slight chuckle. That had more intense than anything he had done for a year. What would it be like tomorrow at the brothel?

He barely slept, his thoughts a mix of nerves, excitement and anticipation.

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-A/N: Thanks for reading!