Energy

Title: Energy
Author: Truenos
Disclaimer: I own nothing
A.N.: fear not my wonderful readers, never again will it take that long for me to update. Things just got a bit blustered.

Chapter 3: Tips

Blaise Zabini couldn’t stand his neighbor, Tom Riddle. The man was pompous, rude, and even vicious in some instances. It was because of this that Blaise didn’t bother to even try to hide his disgust upon leaving his apartment complex.

“ I can never understand why Riddle, with all of his money, has to parade his tramps around here,” he muttered into his cell phone, glaring disdainfully at the tall, dark haired man standing just on the outside of the glass doors.

“It’s probably the only way he can get any,” replied Draco in an amused tone. It was well known in the higher class society that while the Riddle Family did have quite the fortune behind them, that each member of the line had the personality of a snake.

“Honestly if only you could see the one standing on the door step. It’s simply disgusting.” Blaise glanced at the brunette waiting for Tom on the door step. The boy didn’t even look old enough to be dressed the way he was. Blaise could never understand how someone would willingly place themselves in such a horrid occupation. It was down right degrading.

He pushed the door open with a little more force than necessary, smiling to himself when he saw the hooker boy jump back slightly. Tom’s eyes were instantly drawn to Blaise’s and they both were instantly consumed in an intense stare down. Neither man was willing to back down despite the hot sun beating down and non-existent breeze.

“Blaise? You still there?” Draco’s voice crackled over the line.

Blaise gave Tom one last dismissive look, sliding his designer shades on, before he went back to talking to Draco.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Draco only scoffed, much to Blaise’s amusement.

“So, what exactly is on the itinerary for today?” Blaise smiled at this comment. Draco and he had been quite close since they were children having attended the same schools. Blaise also came from a family that was decently well off though not nearly as wealthy as the Malfoys. The two had faced several trials together while growing up and their friendship was stronger for that.

Blaise whom had always had a mind for organization and time management had helped Draco keep track of all of his engagements, as they seemed to be never-ending . Likewise, Draco helped Blaise break out of his shell and enjoy living rich.

“We have to be at the downtown office by 10:30. Your father wanted to show you some interesting developments in regards to the property recently purchased in the Keys. After that we have an hour to kill before your meeting with Mr. Fudge.”

Blaise pulled his car key’s out and unlocked his sleek, black Hummer. Really, why he had such a big car was beyond him, but someone how Draco had talked him into it. The blond really was a smooth talker. Blaise didn’t think there was a single time Draco had been denied. While this fact did seem to inflate the boy’s ego, it was never something that got entirely out of hand.

“Look, I’ll be there to pick you up in ten minutes so you best be ready to go.”

“Aren’t I always ready?” Blaise rolled his eyes at the blonde’s antics and simple hung up the phone. Draco defiantly was one of a kind.
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Harry laid on the king size bed, completely unclothed for the second time that day. The dark haired boy was laying in the arms of the man that had owned him for most of his life. Tom was running his fingers up and down Harry’s side in a light, gentle manner.

One could easily mistake the two for long time lovers, but Harry scoffed at the very idea. Love was definitely not an emotion present in their relationship. Instead it was a sort of possessiveness that made Tom act the way he did.

At some point in his life the green eyed teen had believed that Tom, being the rich bachelor that he was, would find a new toy to screw with, leaving Harry stuck with his Uncle and Cousin, yet free to make his own decisions. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

Tom had told him one night, while laying in a similar position to the one they were in now, that Harry reminded him of wine. Like the beverage, Harry, according to Riddle, became even more delectable as time went by.

Harry had lost count of the number of times he had been in this exact position. His head resting on Tom’s chest. It was still sticky from with sweat and aftermath of their copulation. What Harry really needed at the moment was a nice, long shower, yet he knew that it would be some time before he would be free to do so. His eyes were quickly growing heavy from his lack of sleep and slow, rhythmic caresses . It had been nearly twenty four hours since he had gotten any sort of rest.

Tom, noticing his companion was beginning to drift into the land of dreams, decided it was time to get out of bed. The idea of spending the day with his little toy did sound very pleasurable, but there were more important things to be done.

He stood from the bed and pulled the sheet that had been covering Harry’s nude form off. It amused him that no matter how long Harry had belonged to him, he still blushed like a virgin, when completely nude in front of him.

“Has your Uncle gone shopping yet?”

“Not that I know of,” Harry removed himself slowly from the bed looking around for his clothes.

“I assume you will be buying the groceries then?” It was common knowledge between the two, that Vernon rarely spent any of his time sober, so simple tasks like shopping, were usually left undone. Dudley spent most of his day at school, so he also was unable to do the daily tasks of running a house hold.

Instead, those jobs fell to Harry. With his occupation, Harry found himself free for a majority of the day. That was unless he was with Tom, of course. He did have a few other clientele that required his services during the day, but that was only a few businessmen wanting to keep their activities a secret from their families.

“Are you going to need some money?”

“I have the hundred from Mr. Masbeth, but rent is due this weekend. I was hoping to use the money towards that.” Harry finished pulling the skirt on and was working on the shoes. Bills were another item that fell solely on the teens shoulders. As of late the expenses were becoming a bit of a burden on the brunette’s shoulders.

“I could arrange for you to receive more cash if you were willing to join me at a party this weekend,” Harry winced at this.

“What kinda party?”

“Just some old acquaintances stopping by. I believe it should be an interesting evening,” Tom smiled at this.

“And I would be the main attraction.”

“Would I have it any other way?”

“I don’t believe it will be necessary. I don’t need the money that bad.” Harry turned away from Tom and started to head for the bedroom door, finally fully clothed.

“If I remember correctly, your rent is double this month to make up for last month as well. If you don’t pay, then you get evicted, and I don’t think your Uncle will be to pleased with you.” Tom was now standing directly behind Harry. “We wouldn’t want him to revert to old habits, would we?”

Tom’s hand was ghosting over Harry’s hip and it was all Harry could do to keep from shaking.

“I’ll do it”

“I know you will precious” Tom walked back to the night stand and grabbed his wallet. “Here is the money you will need for rent,” He gave Harry a thick envelope. “Oh, and here is for earlier,” he handed the green eyed teen a five dollar bill. Harry fought back his blush.

“What time should I expect this party to be at?”

“I’ll expect you here Saturday at 4. That should give you some time to get ready.”

With money in hand, Harry only nodded, and quickly left the apartment before Tom could offer to take him home. He walked swiftly down the hall and toward the elevator. Unfortunately there was also an elderly couple in it. As the three descended Harry tried to ignore the elder’s disgusted looks.

He left the small space as soon as the doors opened trying to ignore the waspish comments coming from the pair. Really, he chastised himself, he should be used to the crude remarks. As Harry rode in a Taxi toward his home several minutes later he decided that no matter how often people snubbed him, it still hurt.