Fic: Crossover challenge

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Sirius, implied Snape/Lupin
Word count: 3706
Warnings: Implied chan, cross-dressing
Summary: AU. Sirius the trapper wants to get laid. Now. He's in for a surprise...
Author's notes: Written in response to the andropotterist and hunkwarts’s crossover challenge.
I would also thank Jesse Drache who betaed. Thank you!


"The best whorehouse in the West"

Sirius Black rode into town tired and sweaty, but satisfied. He'd been paid a good price for the furs he'd caught this time, and the money would be spent well.

A sign caught his eye. It promised "good company for a reasonable price". The establishment was owned by a Mrs. McGonagall, and he vaguely remembered that his friend Remus had recommended it and its services...

He steered the horse towards the building, wondering what might meet him- he'd spent the last months in the wilderness and needed some company...man or woman, he didn't quite care, he just needed to get laid.

The room was quite large and filled with smoke. There were high, dark wood panels and the wallpaper was a dark crimson. The light was subdued and soft and he could just make out the shape of a stuffed grizzly bear in the corner.

The planks creaked under his feet as he walked over to the bardesk. He noticed Remus talking to a whore in a crimson dress. He couldn't see what Remus apparently saw in her: her skin was pallid, her black hair lank and her nose large and hooked and she'd used too much kohl around her beetle-black eyes. She giggled as Remus pinched her behind. Sirius shuddered and ordered a drink.

"Looking for company, luv?" somebody asked. The voice was soft, neither distinctively male nor female, but as he turned around to look at the speaker, he decided it probably was just a girl with a relatively deep voice, but what a girl! She was slender and not vey tall. Her thick black hair was gathered on top of her head, showing off her slender, pale neck and shoulders. And she had the brightest emerald green, almond-shaped eyes he'd ever seen, a shape further underlined by a thick line of kohl. Her probably soft lips were cherry red, and he wondered how those lips would feel on his cock.

Her dress concicted of a tight, black bodice and an emerald green skirt which matched her eyes perfectly- all in all it was everything he'd been looking for.

"Not anymore," he answered, "not now that you've showed up. So, what's your name?" he asked, ordering a drink for her and she mumble something that sounded like 'Harriet' "...and yours? I haven't seen you here before," she continued.

"My name's Sirius- you're right, this is the first time I've beem here. Remus reccommended this place," he said, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"Oh, yeah, he comes here often," Harriet replied, looking at Remus who was leaving for a more private encounter with the ugly whore. "What's your job?" Harriet asked, licking her lips. Sirius swallowed, his throat tight as he took in the sight of her little, pink tongue darting out.

"Mostly as a trapper but I've also worked as a lumberjack..."

During their little conversation one of Harriet's hands had sneaked up Sirius' thigh and brushed against his crotch and he had felt how his jeans got tighter, "What do you say? Isn't it time we continue this conversation somewhere more private?" he sked. She nodded, he paid the offered price and they went to her room.

*

Inside her room Sirius was pushed onto the bed and she began unbuttoning his shirt, while kissing and nibbling his throat and chest. Sirius closed his eyes in pleasure.
Man, she was good!

His hands trailed down her back to her behind and he squeezed it. She straddled him and impatiently he ground his hips against hers.

Harriet had taken off his shirt and was now licking and biting a nipple. Her nails scratched his skin lightly and made him moan impatiently...

Finally she undid his fly and freed his erection. He lifted his hips so she could peel the jeans off. She kneeled between his knees, her small, pale hands slowly sneaking up his tanned, muscular thighs, until she finally, finally reached his cock.

Sirius watched fascinated at how she gently grasped the base of it and started licking and kissing it from base to tip. Her little, pink tongue trailed the line of a throbbing vein, and then licked around the purpling head until she finally closed her mouth around his cock.

He threw his head back, moaning loudly. How he'd dreamed about this for months! The sight of his hard cock disappearing between her cherry red lips aroused him further, and he felt an urge to just grab her by the hairand shove his cock all the way down her throat...but he also wanted to fuck her, he reminded himself.

"Wait," he panted, "why don't you take your clothes off too?"

She let go of his cock and got to her feet. "Sure," she said and slowly opened her bodice. Facing him halfway she slipped out of her dress.

He drank in the sight of her backside; the tight corset and her firm, pale buttocks.
The corset was removed as well and all she was wearing now washer garter belt and stockings.
She undid the bun and the black hair spilled down around her, almost reaching to her waist. Then she turned to face him.

And Sirius nearly fell off the bed in surprise. She had neither tits nor a cunt- but a flat, angular chest and a very erect, pink cock...
"...er, your name's not 'Harriet', is it?" he stuttered.
"No, it's Harry," the young man calmly answered.

***

The evening had been rather dead, and Harry stifled a yawn as he looked at Severus out of the corner of his eye. He was chatting with Remus, who, as usual, had chosen Severus for company.

The doors swung open and a man entered- a stranger. Well, at least Harry was quite sure he hadn't seen this man before. He was tall, tanned, muscular and his long, black hair was gathered in a loose ponytail. He wore a deer-skin jacket with fringes, a shirt and worn jeans, but still managed to be good-looking, Harry thought.
From the state of the man's clothes, Harry deduced that he probably had spent several months in the wilderness.
The man ordered a drink and Harry hit.

"Looking for company, luv?" he asked in his most charming voice. The man turned around and surveyed him. Harry noticed the man's eyes were grey- it looked strange when his face was so weather-beaten.

"Not anymore. Not now that you've showed up. So, what's your name?" As Harry told him that, the bartender gave the man the ordered drinks, so Harry was unsure if he'd heard it, "...and yours? I haven't seen you here before,"

"My name's Sirius- you're right, this is the first time I'm here. Remus recommended this place." Oh, so he'd heard of it before. Good. That meant he probably knew that Harry was a boy, not a woman. He relaxed a bit. There had been some nastier cases with some customers who had found out the true nature of the whores too late. He just hoped Sirius would be one of the gentle types and not be too rough with him.

"Oh, yeah, he comes here often...what's your job?" Harry "accidentally" let one of his hands caress Sirius' thigh and crotch. Immediate reaction- yep, he'd been without physical contact for quite some time...

"Mostly as a trapper, but I've also worked as a lumberjack..." Sirius looked quite aroused now. "What do you say? Isn't it time we continue this conversation somewhere more private?"
Yep, he was probably about to come in his pants.

*

Harry pusheded Sirius onto the bed and started undressing him. He was quite muscular under that shirt and Harry almost enjoyed the feeling of hard musclesunderneath his palms. Sirius' breathing was laboured now, but Harry decided to prolong the torture a bit- compared to other customers this man was simply delicious...Harry even felt a bit aroused by the thought of being able to control this gorgeous body.
(Especially because his last customer had been a very fat man with a prickly moustache. As if that hadn't been enough, his wishes had been rather...specific...)

He lowered his head and bit gently at a nipple, while combing his fingers through Sirius' chest hair and scratching the skin lightly with his nails. For the first time in his career he actually felt aroused by satisfying customer, and it took him by surprise.

Sirius smelled of furs, sweat, but also of soap- that pleased Harry, because he'd had his share of seriously unwashed customers and the thought of licking a cock that hadn't been near a bar of soap and water for weeks made Harry gag.

He undid the fly and helped the cock out- jeez, even that was tanned, he thought.
It fitted the rest of Sirius nicely, though- he was rather tall and muscular and the cock was rather thick, but not too big. Harry peeled off the jeans and grasped the base of the cock, after sliding his hands up the thighs. 'If Remus is anything like this, I'm beginning to understand why Severus seems to be in a better mood when he's serviced him,' Harry thought.

The cock was warm, heavy and hard, yet soft to the touch and Harry started licking and kissing it, until he reached the head, where a drop of pre-come was glinting in the dim light.
'Here we go,' he thought and took in the entire length. Sirius didn't taste as bad as feared and he very carefully slid his tongue up the underside. He could feel his own erection rub against his skirt and he heard Sirius moan loudly.

"Wait," Sirius suddenly gasped, "why don't you take off your clothes too?" Harry got to his feet and undressed, then turned to face Sirius.

Who looked as though he'd seen a ghost, "...er, your name's not 'Harriet', is it?" he asked. "No," said Harry, wondering why Sirius thought that. Didn't he clearly present himself as 'Harry'?, "it's Harry."

***

After the initial shock wore off, Sirius quickly reconsidered his situation. It wasn't so bad after all. The whore was still attractive, though its dress confused him- why pretend to be a woman?

His erection had softened and he knew he'd regret it, if he didn't come soon. But still he asked, "Why are you, and presumably any other, eh, whore here, dressed up as a woman?"

Harry looked at him in wonder. "Well, because the customers prefer it that way, of course. Didn't Remus tell you that? They want men instead of women, but don't want that to come out. Instead they go to something that looks likea normal brothel, except that us, the whores, are men- the customers keep it a secret, and the moralizers seldom enter the whorehouses to see whether there are men or women working there."

During his little speech Harry had stepped closer and was once again kneeling between Sirius' thighs. He looked at him. "I understand it, if you feel tricked. You will neither be the first nor the last to feel that way. Before you ask, no, MacGonagall won't give you the money back. Just so you know, "he sighed, "well, I suppose you'll grab your clothes and leave then."

Sirius looked at Harry. It was difficult to determine his age- he seemed so young, and yet so experienced. He wondered how many unsatisfied customers he'd met. But one thing he knew: He, Sirius Black, was not going to be one of them!

He grabbed Harry's shoulders and lifted him to sit in his lap, "Oh, no I won't," he said, "not after you've teased me so. I intend to stay and receive the treatment I've paid for."

Harry relaxed when he heard that, and then he gasped in surprise as Sirius nibbled at his throat. He could feel Sirius' softe lips and stubble against his skin. That was something new- usually the customers just wanted him to suck them and then they flipped him over so they could fuck him. Noone had ever caressed him like that before.

He could feel Sirius' calloused hands on his hips and rocked gently back and forth. "So, do you want me to prepare myself, or do you want to?" He usually never asked that- most customers preferred to see him do it, and those who didn't, seldom used much lubrication at all.

Sirius swallowed, Harry noticed that his pupils were dialated and that his cock was almost as hard as before. "I'd like to do it," Sirius said hoarsely.

Harry reached for the jar and handed it to him, but dipped a couple of fingers in it first, then grabbed Sirius' cock and gently stroked it back to full hardness. Sirius moaned and closed his eyes. "On all fours," he commanded.

Gripping the headboard, Harry spread his legs as far apart as possible while trying to relax. He was as nervous as he'd been the first night. He'd never allowed others to touch him like that...

One slick finger pressed gently at his entrance, while Sirius' other hand stroked his back soothingly, as if trying to calm a wild animal.
One finger in- perhaps he'd survive it after all, he thought, but then that finger brushed over a spot that made him gasp loudly in sheer pleasure. 'What the hell was that?!' he thought and heard Sirius chuckle.

Then another finger entered him, both angled so that they touched that spot again. Harry moaned louder, threw his head back and rocked his hips impatiently. If only Sirius would touch his cock!

Three fingers filled him up, and now he gripped the headboard so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "Please!" he whimpered, "fuck me or something- just don't tease me like that!"

Sirius leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Turn around. I want to see you come." Then he removed his fingers and coated his cock with more lubricant.

Harry did as he was told and gripping the hollows of his knees, spread his leg as wide as possible.
Sirius positioned himself between Harry's legs and in one swift motion slid inside, then gently withdrew, before thrusting in again, this time hitting that spot again.

Harry closed his eyes, arched his back and let out a strange mixture of a sob and a moan. How different this was from his former customer: he'd nearly squeezed the life out of Harry because he insisted on doing it doggy-style, despite his size, and insisted that Harry shut up and was named 'Lily'...

But Sirius was so different! It was hard to believe that this man had been without physical contact for months. Harry had met men who'd come before even getting their pants off, even though they later told him they wanked off on a daily basis...

Sirius hand sneaked in between their bodies and grabbed Harry's cock. It had never felt this hard when he was with a customer before...Sirius hand stroked in synch with his thrusting and Harry moaned and gasped and everything narrowed down to the feeling of Sirius thrusting in and out and in and out and in, and his hand stroking and something inside Harry loosened up. Harry arched his back and a warm, wonderful wave hit him and with a strangled cry he came as hard as he'd never come before, contracting around Sirius' cock. For a moment he nearly forgot to breathe while the orgasm hit him.

He slumped bonelessly back in the bed, while Sirius gave one last thrust, gripped him hard and buried his face by Harry's neck as he came with a hoarse cry.

They lay there quietly for a moment, trying to catch their breath and enjoying the aftermath of their orgasms.

Harry could feel the familiar feeling of semen running out of him, and the not so familiar feeling of his own semen cooling and drying on his belly. He didn't want to open his eyes yet. He felt very vulnerable and naked. Sirius was lying limply on his stomach, his left arm draped over Harry's torso. He seemed to be very content with Harry's services.

Finally Harry stirred, removed the heavy arm and went shakily over to the washstand set, where he wet a flannel.
"Do you need to freshen yourself up?" he asked Sirus after he'd wiped off the remnants of their actions.

He lazily turned over to look at Harry, "Yes, that'd be good," he murmured sleepily. He looked more closely at Harry, "Your kohl's running, just so you know it," he remarked. "You better do something about it, if you're hoping to get more customers tonight." he continued, wiping himself clean.

Harry shook his head, "No, there's not going to be more tonight. It's just a Tuesday and we close early on Tuesdays- McGonagall may be strict, but she's not inhuman- besides, we opened quite early."
He yawned, "but you better go anyway. You can probably still rent a room somewhere. That's not part of our service yet."

Sirius got up and dressed. "Well, at least I know where to go the next time I need to get laid...Goodbye for now and sleep well," he said closing the door. He went to the main room- Harry had been right, there was no one left, except a man who was sweeping the floor. When Sirius walked outside, his horse was waiting patiently, but before he mounted it, he looked one more time at the sign with its promises.
'"The best whorehouse in the West" indeed,' he thought, smiling to himself. He mounted the horse. Well, now he just needed to find a place to sleep.

***

Harry was preparing to go to sleep when somebody knocked. It was Severus, wearing nothing but an open kimono.
"What do you want?" Harry asked while stretching a fresh sheet over the mattress. He wasn't in the mood for talking, he just wanted to curl up in his bed and try to grasp what had happened.

"I just wanted to see how you're doing- after all, this guy was new here, and heaven knowa what he's been up to...that fat bloke nearly squeezed you as flat as a pancake, and I still remember that time you had the displeasure of entertaining that Macnair-fellow..."

Harry just let him chat away. Severus wasn't an easy person to grasp, and this was simply his way of showing Harry that he did care for him, the youngest whore, even though he'd never, ever admit it.

"Your kohl's running...is there something wrong?" Severus asked. Harry turned his head away. Couldn't Severus just go?

Apparently not. Severus grabbed him by the chin with his long, thin fingers and forced his head up, "Look at me, Harry! Tell me, what happened? Did he force you to do something disgustingly perverted? Was he unable to perform and took it out on you? You can tell me," he added more gently.

Harry didn't know what to say- what was there to say? 'I'm fine, I just got fucked by this man who gave me the wildest orgasm of my entire, miserable life'? Nah, wouldn't work. He sat heavily on the bed and felt how Severus put an arm around his shoulders.

Whether it was fatigue or the emotional after-effects of the experience, Harry didn't know. But he felt tears forming in his eyes and soon one trickled down his cheek, followed by another one and then the flood-gates opened for him and he sobbed as he hadn't done it for years. Severus stiffened for a moment, but then he silently wrapped both arms around him and cradled him as if he were a small child.

"There, there. Was it really that bad? It must've been, I haven't seen you like this since Macnair- not even after your debut did I see you like this," Severus said, "but if he really did something horrid to you, you better tell McGonagall, then he won't be able to set his feet here ever again, you know that."

Harry buried his face in Severus' neck. He smelled of cigar smoke, sweat, whiskey, sex and that perfume he always used. It was a mixture of smells that Harry remembered from his earliest childhood and he always felt somewhat safe when smelling it.
After all, his mother had worked in this brothel when it still had female whores and when she died, no one else wanted to take him in. When he was 13 he'd had his first customer. It was 4 years ago.

The crying gradually died out and Severus let go of him, then gave him a handkerchief he kept in the kimono's sleeve. "Now your kohl's running," he noticed dryly, "and perhaps now you can tell me exactly what happened."

Harry quickly told him what happened, but when he got to the part about the orgasm, he hesitated. "Well, uhm, y'know, er, then I let him prepare me," he said, biting at his lower lip, "and when he stuck his fingers up my arse, something weird happened- it felt really, really good and I got as hard as I've ever been before...er, and then he fucked me, and it still felt really good, and then, er, I came," he ended his tale. The handkerchief was now a small, sweaty ball that he squeezed tightly, and he felt himself blush violently.

Severus looked at him. "Well, you know, Harry, sometimes that happens...you're 17, right?" Harry nodded. "It happens sometimes when you're young- or if the customer is gentle and considerate."

"Like you and Remus? I've noticed that you seem to be in a really good mood whenever he's visited," Harry said. This time it was Severus who blushed and looked down. "Yeah, you're right about that," he got to his feet, "and if there isn't anything else you want to talk about, then I'll go to bed. Sleep well."

Harry shook his head. "No, I just want to sleep now. Thanks for the talk," he said.
Severus left and he curled up under the blankets. He wasn't sure he knew exactly what Severus had meant, but it'd been nice to talk to someone who'd experienced something similar. He yawned. And deep down inside him a small part was looking forward to seeing Sirius again.

The end