Memoirs of a Male Escort

Authors Note: Many thanks to my beta Laurel for her work on this chapter.

Chapter 17 Favors and Promises

It’s hard to remember a time before I was an escort; hard to remember past all the false identities I assumed, all the lies I told in the wake of my career just pretending to be the perfect date. None of this is terribly helpful when it comes to your personal life though, because you can’t pretend to be the perfect date for a day or a weekend, you have to be yourself, flaws and all. A real relationship will reveal everything about you, your beliefs, your habits and even the quirky details that make you uniquely different, and if someone is meant for you, they’ll love all of it, not just the perfect things.

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Harry paced apprehensively in front of the room that held Kingsley, his old mentor and now employee. It still seemed nearly impossible for him to have been brought in as Minister, but here he was, at what should have been the pinnacle of his life and career, but instead he had to interrogate his friends.

“Harry, what’s this about?” Kingsley asked him the moment Harry stepped foot inside the room.

“There was an attack,” Harry told him.

“On Mr. Malfoy in your home, Hermione told me, but why am I here?” he asked.

“Because the list of suspects was made very short based on knowledge and access,” Harry told him sadly. He didn’t want it to be Kingsley; he didn’t want it to be any of them except perhaps Madame X, who he wanted to see rot in Azkaban one way or another, so why not for this?

“You think I attacked him?” Kingsley asked, staring incredulously at Harry. “After everything we’ve been through, you think that I would hurt someone you care for?”

“I’m just trying to conduct a thorough investigation, just like you taught me,” Harry replied guiltily.

He hated this; but what he hated more was that subconsciously he already knew who had cursed Draco, if he only let himself think about it.

Kingsley nodded solemnly. “This is going to make it look as though you don’t trust me.”

“I hope it will look like the new Minister is willing to do anything to solve a crime, even if it means interrogating his best friends,” Harry replied.

“I guess we’ll see,” Kingsley replied with a shrug.

“I just need you to answer a few short questions under Veritaserum, and you’ll be free to go,” Harry told him.

Kingsley agreed at once and Harry thanked him, giving over the investigation to Roberts, the new assistant head of the Auror department as he went to the next room.

He felt certain that Kingsley would pass the questioning though, as he entered the room and spotted a very nervous looking Blake. “Why?” Harry asked as he pulled a chair out and sat across from the handsome redhead.

“Why what?” Blake asked, his eyes widening slightly.

“Why did you try to kill Draco?” he asked, now more than certain it had been his ex by the way he deftly avoided Harry’s gaze, his eyes darting around the room as if looking for an escape.

“I didn’t- I – I helped you save him remember?” Blake pleaded.

“None of those spells were very strong, and most of them missed,” Harry guessed. Truth be told he was so frantic when it happened that he couldn’t really tell what Blake was doing.

“I tried to help,” he repeated, looking around the room, as if searching for an exit.

“You know,” Harry began, attempting to look relaxed. “I’ve been thinking long and hard about what happened that morning, and I realized something. If the curse had come through that window it wouldn’t have hit Draco where it did. The trajectory was all wrong.”

Blake didn’t say a word; he just became more and more pale as the seconds passed.

“In fact the only way for the curse hit Draco’s chest and side as it did would be if it came from the doorway, which is where you were,” Harry stated matter-of-factly.

“I-I,” Blake stuttered, but Harry held up a hand to stop him.

“Here’s what I think, and correct me if I’m wrong, but I doubt I am. I think you sent a curse to hit Draco and immediately sent a second to break the window, throwing off the investigation by making it look as though the curse originated from outside the house. Then suddenly you appeared at the scene and were in the perfect position to pretend to heal Draco, attempting to remove yourself as a suspect,” Harry finished at last, glaring at Blake across the table.

“I can explain.” Blake conceded.

“I would really like that, because I can’t seem to figure out why you would do this to Draco. We’ve been over for years, you and I, and more than that, I’ve had other boyfriends since we broke up. Why now, why Draco?” Harry asked.

Blake swallowed thickly and clamped his eyes shut. “I was approached by someone. They knew about me and that I was about to be ejected from the Hawaiian team for improper conduct. They promised they would make the charges disappear if I did this one thing.”

“You agreed to kill another man to save your job?” Harry asked incredulously.

“No, I swear I didn’t know it would kill him, they said it would only cut him and scare him. I hadn’t heard of the curse before he gave it to me, and I really did try to heal him, but none of the spells I knew worked,” Blake pleaded, leaning across the table and attempting to grab Harry’s clenching fists. “Please, Harry, you have to believe me!”

Harry leaned back and pulled his hands roughly out of Blake’s reach. “Who ordered this? Who gave you this spell?”

Blake shuddered and shrugged. “I don’t know. They wore a red cloak and a gold mask. I never saw his face. The spell was sectumsempra. Please Harry, I’ll do anything I can to help, I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

Harry moved swiftly away from him and headed for the door. “Roberts,” he called. “Take this man to the dungeons and question him thoroughly with truth serum. I want a full report on my desk tonight and have the Weasley’s released,” he ordered before stomping off, back up to his office.

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Draco was trying not to die of boredom waiting for Harry.

He would go from pacing the expansive office, to staring dully out the magical windows, to flopping dramatically in the armchair across from Harry’s wide wooden desk.

“Why do you get to sit in Harry’s chair?” he finally asked Dennis when he was too tired of being cooped up to keep silent.

“Because I’m his assistant,” Dennis replied coolly, making a show of placing his feet up on the desk.

Draco raised one delicate eyebrow and sneered at the other man. “I think boyfriend trumps assistant.”

Dennis merely shrugged and remained annoyingly silent and uncooperative; he refused to write Harry another memo on Draco’s behalf, and he wouldn’t even let Draco snoop about in Harry’s office, inspecting it for clues about his boyfriends work life.

He was considering demanding tea and scones, which he never ate, or initiating another argument with the silent assistant, just for some attention, when the door opened and Harry stepped in looking weary and beaten.

Dennis quickly removed his feet from Harry’s desk and removed himself from the Minister’s chair, which normally Draco would have been quick to point out to his boyfriend, but Harry’s demeanor made him anxious.

“What’s wrong?” Draco asked immediately, pulling him into a hug.

“It was Blake,” Harry sighed, letting his head fall into the crook of Draco’s neck. “I didn’t want to believe it, but the more I thought about it the more certain I was.”

“Well, I’m sure many men would kill to be with you, I just wish it hadn’t been me he wanted to kill,” Draco grumbled, trying to comfort Harry, and wrap his mind around the idea at the same time. He had wished all along that the attacker was Harry’s sexy ex, just to rid him from Harry’s life, but he assumed that a victory dance would be out of line.

“This isn’t about me,” Harry shouted, pushing Draco away. “It’s the Code; they got him to attack you.”

Draco pulled Harry back against him and ran fingers through his unruly black hair. “Calm down, Harry. We’ll figure it all out. Everything will be fine,” he promised, even though he didn’t really feel it at the moment.

“No, we’re going to a safe house,” Harry told him firmly. “Dennis, any progress on the arrangements?”

Dennis rushed to Harry’s side and provided him with an envelope. “These are the details, you’re expected tonight.”

“Perfect,” Harry replied, taking the envelope and walking over to his desk.

Draco followed, wishing Dennis would leave so that he could maul Harry on his desk. “Have you had anything to eat?” he asked instead.

Harry shook his head. “Dennis, would you grab us something from the cafeteria?”

“Certainly, sir. Any special requests?” he replied.

“You know what I like, Draco?” Harry responded, turning to his boyfriend.

Draco shrugged distractedly, thinking about what he was going to do to Harry as soon as Dennis left. “A sandwich or something is fine,” he replied, licking his lips for his upcoming feast of Harry.

Dennis nodded before leaving. The very second the door clicked shut, Draco was upon Harry like a wild cat, kissing his jaw and insinuating his fingers under the man’s shirt.

Harry hissed and his head fell back, giving Draco better access to his throat as a moan escaped his lips, vibrating his chest like it was a metal drum. “Finally alone,” Draco whispered.

Harry chuckled, his voice laced with lust and amusement. “Shouldn’t we talk about this?” he asked, a little breathless.

“We’ve been doing too much talking,” Draco groaned and sucked on Harry’s earlobe.

“I’m serious,” Harry moaned.

Draco took a step back and eyed Harry suspiciously. “Okay, fine you want to talk, we’ll talk. I want to fuck you on that great big Minister desk, how about you?”

Harry blushed lightly and chuckled again. “That’s not exactly the kind of talking I was referring too.”

“Dirty talk?” Draco asked, with a smirk.

Harry just shook his head in a mixture of humor and disdain. “What are we?” he asked at last, the humor draining away from him.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Is it not enough that I tell you I love you, I need to give you a title as well?”

“I didn’t get the opportunity to send you a memo,” he pointed out, but Draco just continued to pout. Sighing, Harry shook his head and pulled Draco in close. “Open that package,” Harry said, pointing to the envelope on his desk.

“I’d rather open this one,” Draco replied, grabbing Harry’s belt roughly.

Harry smiled and shook his head. “Just indulge me for a minute.”

Rolling his eyes, Draco reached for the package and opened it, pulling out photos and papers. “When are you going to be indulging me?” he muttered as he flipped though them quickly, but he dropped the subject as he realized what he was looking at.

“We’re going to stay with my mother?” he asked incredulously.

Harry nodded, looking slightly guilty. “It was your idea,” he pointed out quickly.

“I wasn’t being serious. Do you know what she’d say if I showed up on her doorstep with you on my arm?” he shouted.

“She saved me in the war, could she really hate me so much?” Harry asked innocently.

Draco laughed harshly and nodded. “She’ll no doubt regret the day she saved you and tell you so every other minute.”

“She can’t be that bad,” Harry grumbled.

“She’s not that bad, not usually, but she loves me, and no one, not even the Minister for Magic, will be good enough for me in her eyes,” Draco muttered.

Harry smiled sweetly and kissed him hard. “She’ll get used to me,” he replied, looking very sure of himself.

“Can’t we go somewhere else, just the two of us?” Draco begged.

“This has already been arranged. It would be rude to back out,” he replied with a sneaky grin.

“Right,” Draco huffed. “Well, then you’d better take me now, because there will be no public display of affection at mother’s,” he added.

“What a romantic proposition,” Harry cooed sarcastically.

Draco ignored him and began unbuttoning Harry’s shirt, while Harry followed behind him re-buttoning each one until Draco fumed, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning. “What now?”

Harry sighed and shook his head. “Is it so wrong that I want our first time to be special and not some quick shag on my office desk?”

“Fuck,” Draco growled and sat heavily in the chair he had spent most of the day in. “So what would you like to do until Dennis gets back with our lunch?” he asked, his voice softening as he realized that Harry was right, but still disappointed that it meant it could be days or even weeks until he could bed his beautiful Minister boyfriend.

Boyfriend. The title made him smile, thinking that for once, for the first time ever, that it wasn’t just an act.

“What are you thinking about?” Harry asked, a soft smile playing on his own face.

Draco blushed furiously, unsure whether or not he should say the sappy things he had been thinking out loud, but eventually resolved to just be honest. “I’ve never had a boyfriend before,” he muttered.

Harry beamed, his face lighting up like a kid at Christmas, as he pulled Draco up and into a searing kiss. They lingered that way, while Harry guided him to the main office chair and pushed him into it. Draco grinned, liking the feel of the plush leather Minister’s chair and was about to tell Harry about Dennis and his inappropriate placement of feet, when Harry leaned over him and licked a hot line along his jaw, pushing all thoughts of the lowly assistant from Draco’s mind.

“So, mister Minister,” Harry purred seductively. “What can I assist you with today?”

Trying to suppress a smirk, but not quite pulling it off, Draco tilted his head to the side and cleared his throat. “What are you offering to assist me with?”

Harry winked and dropped to his knees in front of him, slowly unbuckling Draco’s trousers and staring into his wide expectant eyes. “I think I may have found something that could benefit from my expertise.”

Draco’s breath came out in short hissing gasps as Harry wrapped his long fingers around him, lifting his cock from inside his boxers and gazed at it reverently. He was hard the very moment Harry offered to ‘assist him’ in that seductive baritone.

His head lolled back in the chair as Harry took the tip of him in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head and dipping it gently into the slit to savor each flavor of him. He felt Harry swallow him down, inch by inch until the end of him was brushing the back of Harry’s throat.

He dug his nails into the armrests when Harry began to move, alternating between sucking, licking and fisting his cock. With each movement he grew closer to climax, and Harry never lost his rhythm, his mouth like a burning vice around Draco’s swollen member.

He could feel the pressure in his groin building and tensing, waiting for that moment, that one flick of the tongue that would send him crashing over the edge, but it didn’t come, it just kept stacking pleasure after pleasure on top of itself until he thought he might sob under the weight of it. Never in all his life or sexual career had he ever had someone who made him feel like Harry did.

The intensity was bordering on breaking point when he looked down to see Harry’s brilliant green eyes boring into his own and he lost it. The orgasm took him and rolled over and through him and all the while his eyes remained locked on Harry’s, even as white stars burst in his vision, he refused to look away.

When Harry pulled away from him, licking his lips and smirking slightly, Draco still couldn’t form proper words. “Will that be all for today, Minister?” he asked coyly, hopping up to sit on the edge of the desk.

Draco only nodded and stared blankly, feeling the last fleeting waves of pleasure shudder through him. This seemed to amuse Harry greatly as he helped Draco buckle his trousers and try and reorient himself.

“Did you lie about any of it?” Draco asked suddenly, his voice cracking slightly.

Harry looked over curiously and shrugged. “Lie about any of what?”

“Back at your place on the first day you told me about your tattoo, which turned out to be true, and now, wow, I mean wow. You obviously weren’t lying about giving amazing head either. So what about the rest?” he asked, his voice returning to normal.

“I’m sure you’ll have more fun finding out on your own,” Harry relied with a wink.

“As long as you promise I’ll get to,” Draco replied.

Harry sunk down into Draco’s lap and kissed him. “Promise.”

“Okay, I got ham and cheese on rye and a turkey club, I hope that’ll work, sir,” Dennis said as he bustled in, his arms laden with food.

Draco blushed and looked up into Harry’s mirthful face. “You didn’t lock the door?”

Harry shook his head and grinned. “I was sort of hoping he’d come back during. I wanted to see how you’d handle getting a blowjob under the desk. A Minister needs to operate well under pressure,” he replied with a wink.

“Well, lucky I’m not the Minister. I would have blown it for sure,” he scoffed and Harry only laughed again. “Did you have to pass the same pressure test?”

“Not yet, would you like to test me?” he whispered.

“You’d better count on it,” Draco replied firmly. “Poor Dennis,” he mused as an afterthought, thinking of the boy wandering in, and Harry nearly fell out of his lap with laughter.

“I love you,” Harry said once he finally calmed his laughter.

“Love you too,” Draco replied, never getting tired of saying it, or tired of hearing it.

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Authors Note:Just so everyone knows, I'm in the process of packing and moving into a new house I just recently bought. The move is being spread over a few weeks, and hopefully this will not hamper the updates in any way, but on the off chance I can't post a chapter on time, please forgive me. I am writing 2 new oneshots at the moment, one to be posted at the end of November in celebration of one of my beta's Robert and his birthday, the other which is by far the smuttiest thing I've ever written, and I'm not sure when it will be finished, but you all will be the first to know.