To Catch a Killer

~ ~ Chapter six ~ ~


Harry could only remember a dozen or so names from Lorcan and Lysander's list. After speaking to just about all of them he was getting more angry and fairly disgusted with himself. It was at times like these when he was annoyingly reminded of his school days. And by annoying school memories he meant Hermione's present of the homework journal, or whatever the bloody thing was called. He'd been overly excited when the magical voices stopped. He wasn't sure what kind of spell was cast on the ruddy book but it kept up its reminders for several years. It was more times than not, most inconvenient.

Begrudgingly, he now wished he'd paid a bit more attention to the memory exercises she taught both Ron and him. He'd give one of Merlin's bollocks to the needy if he could simply remember a few more names. None of them had lead to anything of consequence. With Cormack, the Minister and the Prophet all breathing down his neck for results, he was getting more agitated by the second. He did remember one name, and he wasn't sure how he was to approach that subject with him.

A soft knock came to his office door. “Yes?”

“Ah, Scorpius, just the man I wanted to see. Please come in and close the door.”

“Any advances in the search for the killer?”

“No, none. I've checked some of the names and so far I've come up with nothing. I actually need to see more names.”

Scorpius shrugged. “Not a problem at all. You just need to talk with Lorcan and Lysander. How about we drop over there on our lunch hour?”

Harry gave what he'd hoped was his most convincingly pleading look. “Yeah, about that. I was actually hoping you'd get it for me. I'm a bit uncomfortable with their fees.”

“I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I couldn't compromise our business with free information. It would completely undermine the entire infrastructure of the establishment. Surely you can appreciate that.”

Harry stared at Scorpius, utterly dumbstruck. “What?”

“Look,” Scorpius said, leaning over the cluttered desk. “You want something from us, and it's fair trade to give us something we want.”

“This could be construed as extortion,” Harry said, threateningly.

Scorpius sat back in his chair, fingers steepled and looking overly smug. “As I remember, you didn't think so when you paid for the first look.”

“Listen you smug little berk,” Harry said, standing up and brandishing his wand.

The door flung open, hitting one of Harry's file cabinets with at bang. “Potter!” Cormack barked. “You had better have some evidence for me and now, or... Malfoy? What are you doing in here? Shouldn't you be delivering mail?”

“I... Yes, Head Auror Cormack. I was delivering some mail to Auror Potter,” Scorpius said standing up and nodding to Cormack. “He asked me to sit, very gracious of him, and offered to buy me lunch. I had mentioned the other day that I simply loved that new deli in Diagon Alley. As I've already accepted, I'll be going. It was a pleasure seeing you again.” Scorpius handed Cormack a familiar bag with the double ' L ' logo and left the room.

Cormack quickly put the package in his cloak, turning back to Harry. “That's a fine employee right there,” he said, gesturing toward the door. “Very professional. You – we must be paying you too much if you can take staff members to Chez Masturber. Anyway, what the hell have you been doing all week? I still haven't got a suspect and I've got the Minister and the Prophet breathing down my neck!”

Harry blew out a breath. More like the minister's got you breathing down his trousers, he thought to himself. “Look, I really would love to sit here and have you shout at me more, but I do have some investigating to do.” Harry brushed past Cormack and quickly walked up the corridor, not giving the man a chance to start yelling again. The worst part of all was that lunch not only was going to cost him more Galleons than he had on him, but he was going to spend a good bit of it masturbating in the young twins' basement.

“Harry, right on time,” Scorpius said happily. “Shall we be off?”

Harry walked quickly up to Scorpius who was standing by the golden lift in the main lobby of the Ministry. He smiled brightly, holding two large round sandwiches wrapped in tinfoil. Looking around to be sure no one could hear, Harry leaned into him. “I want to make two things straight. First of all, you don't speak of this to anyone. Ever!” He held up a finger to Scorpius' rebuttal. “Let me finish. Secondly you will get me every last W-chip Al has made. Yes, I saw his name on the list, and I can't talk to him about it yet. I will not have him the target of this madman. I also will not pay for those with a W-chip, nor those sandwiches. If you want cash I'll give it, but I want them all.”

Scorpius was smiling at Harry, which only made him more angry. He reached in his cloak, pulling out a very full package, handing it to Harry. “I thought you might. And I would have thought by now you could trust that I would not betray you. I must say, I am most offended. But enough of that,” he said, opening the lift door. “Shall we? Oh, and I put these on your account at Chez Masturber.”

Harry studied the younger man for a moment. Although he was younger, he acted more like his grandfather. And for the smallest of moments, as he watched Scorpius' arse as he walked into the lift, he could see Lucius on his knees rimming the bloody sod. Harry cringed at the thought as he stood next to Scorpius and watched the gates close. He'd long had a burning fantasy of Albus shagging him from behind, on his small single four poster, while Harry grabbed the headboard.

Using his knees, Albus forces Harry's legs further apart. “Grab the headboard, Dad,” Al says, almost commanding. Harry listens; he always does as Al wants. Which is why instead of entertaining their guests down stairs in the library, Harry excused himself in a ruse of needing the loo.

He's naked on Albus' bed and wearing a collar which Albus is in the process of fastening around Harry's bollocks and cock. He vainly wishes he could use a freshening charm but Albus won't allow it. He knows he must smell ripe as he spent all morning cooking Christmas dinner, sweating like mad over the stove.

“Grab the headboard. Both hands,” Albus commands, his voice rugged. Harry does so, hearing Albus slicking up his cock. He leans over Harry's back, his lips only centimetres from Harry's ear. “Not a sound,” he breathes lightly.

Harry nods, gritting his teeth as hard as he can, willing himself not to make a sound as the head of Al's cock breaches his arse. He holds it there, allowing Harry enough time to get used to the intrusion; this his how he buggers Harry. Giving Harry a small amount of time before the punishment starts. The burning is intense, it always is. Al starts to ease his way further inside Harry, and the sheer pain of sex overtakes his senses and unwillingly Harry cries out.

A sharp smack lands on his right cheek, and with a fast thrust Al is filling the inside of Harry. He's blanketed Harry's back, mixing their beads of sweat into channels over Harry's body. He whispers again. “Not a sound. Oh, and I almost forgot, I've not locked the door or put up silencing charms.”

Harry rolls his eyes. What was his son playing at? Anyone could walk in on them and they would be found out. Harry would be thrown unceremoniously into Azkaban and... He stops thinking. Al is slowly pulling out, and the burning sensation pulls Harry's breath out of him. He's gasping for air as Al thrusts hard inside him, pulling back out slowly. He repeats this, and Harry's not sure if it was a good idea. The pain is so great, but then as quickly as it started, the pain subsides and Harry is in a sea of pleasure. Al has found a slow, steady rhythm and is currently caressing Harry's sweaty back.

Harry tightens his grip on the head board, listening to the soft music it makes as it's pulled back and forth. Al slides closer to Harry. He can feel his son's legs against his own and Al's cock slips from his body. The two whimper in unison. Al quickly pushes his cock back inside Harry, and gasps as his cock once again slides inside Harry. He changes his technique, now thrusting in short quick thrust, and though the burning is faint it is still there and Harry's body is being pushed closer to the headboard with each thrust. He aches to come, but the chain around his cock won't allow it.

Al's thrusts become more uneven, and Harry removes his left hand to take a couple of strokes. Permission or not, he needs the contact. With each stroke his arse clenches tighter around his son's cock, which slips out of his body once more.

Harry grabs the headboard again with both hands, turning his head to look at his son. Al is shouting a litany of curses, frantically pushing his cock inside Harry once again. Harry's gasp turns into a moan as Al frantically thrusts inside him, suddenly stopping with a low guttural howl. Harry hangs his head, trying to catch his breath, his smile making it hard. He loves how Al drapes his body over his back as he rides out his orgasm. The moment is lost as he feels Al slip out of him and moves down his body, his tongue mapping the knobs down Harry's back until he's at Harry's arse. He starts flicking his tongue at Harry's hole. Licking solidly he pushes his tongue inside, and Harry moans. Chain or not, Harry grabs his cock, frantically stroking. Al always takes what he gives. And Harry whimpers as his orgasm begins to take him...

“Harry!” Scorpius shouted, bringing Harry out of his favourite fantasy and back to the lift. He held it open, and Harry gingerly stepped out of the lift, adjusting his cock. His trousers were suddenly very tight, and he felt the dampness around the head of his cock. What he really needed was a wank. Perhaps it was a good thing they were going to the twins. Although as horny as he was right now, it might be a very short chip.

“Yeah, Al is very hot,” Scorpius said cheekily.

Harry turned to Scorpius in shock. His expression couldn't be hiding his affirmation of Scorpius' accusation. Had the little prat used Legilimency on him? He stopped and tried to compose himself.

“No need to worry, it was just a guess,” Scorpius said smugly, making himself stand taller. “A good one, obviously.”

“Listen you shite!” Harry said, grabbing Scorpius' arm. “I've not said anything! And you know it's against the law to use Legilimency on an Auror! I can have you chucked into Azkaban for that, and no one would even question it, or what you saw! I've done nothing wrong!”

For a brief moment, Scorpius seemed nervous. Seconds later he's composes himself, and smiles, which is incredibly annoying. “I didn't use anything of the sort. As you should already know, I'm not very good at that. I nearly break the blood vessel in my eyes when I attempt it. As I said, it was a guess. And you've good taste. He is quite hot.” Scorpius jerked his hand away from Harry and continued walking. “You've nothing to worry about. As I told you, there's nothing wrong with being in love with your grandfather, or even your son. It's a natural part of life. You don't get to pick who your heart lusts after.” He stopped, holding out his arm. “Shall we?”

Glaring at the infuriating kid, Harry took his arm firmly, letting Scorpius Apparate them to the twins.

Scorpius stopped Harry before they walked to the trap door. “One thing. The twins only know I took the chips, they don't know the price. I just told them I took care of it. They probably think I used it to shag someone.”

Harry quirked and eye at him. “They're not going to check?” Harry asked, sceptically.

Scorpius smiled wider. “Erm, no. We all take a chip or two, either to wank with or to bribe someone into bed. Amazing how well that works,” he said thoughtfully, looking up into the rafters of the barn. “Anyway, here,” he said, handing Harry a dildo. “For your next payment, you'll need to charm this to bugger you while you wank.”

“What?” Harry barked, indignant.

“Don't look at me that way. Do you know how many hundreds of Galleons I could have gotten for those thirty seven chips I gave you? And some of them are very precise chips. Al, buggars himself with a dildo, while wanking. A couple of them he even shoots it into his mouth and swallows. They are worth more than a several Galleon's - each. He's a right horny bugger, and very susceptible.” He leaned on the edge of a stall, eyeing Harry up and down. “There wouldn't be something specific you'd like to see him do, would there?” he said, winking an eye seductively.

Harry, who was completely hard at the thought of Al wanking and swallowing his own come, grabbed Scorpius by the collar. “If I hear anyone even has even the slightest notion...”

“Really, this is becoming tiresome. I've told you, you nervous nellie, I'd never speak a word. Besides, there's only one person who wants to see you anyway, and in their station it would be very bad for them to be found out that they like blokes and most of all... you. So you'll need to take that dildo and shove it up your arse and have fun!” Scorpius said angrily.

He descended the stairs before Harry could start another fight with him. How could he say he'd not told anyone if he already had? Fortunately they were alone. “Listen, I thought you said you didn't tell anyone. How can this bloke know I've done one already?”

“I never said he did, he just ordered one of you buggering yourself on his cock. Since it's a W-chip the best he could do is make a copy of his cock." He grabbed the dildo and held it up in front of Harry's face. “So he sent us a duplicate of his manhood.”

Scorpius shoved the dildo in Harry's chest. Harry took the dildo back, giving it a loathsome look. It wasn't all that big. Well, about the same size as his, but slightly thicker. The head seemed to curve to the left, and it was cut. The balls were firm and wrinkly, adding to the impressiveness of it. Actually, as he looked at it more, it really was quite... a fucking hot piece of cock. The thick vein branching out around the cock, actually was making Harry's mouth water. He was even a bit jealous of this cock. He was used to his own and never thought it to be anything but perfect, being his. This one...this one could be a god.

Harry groaned. He didn't just think that? He was turning into the nellie witch, Scorpius continued accusing him of. What was he even doing here? If the Ministry found out he was doing this for information he'd be sacked in an instant.

“How much are you selling this chip for?” he asked, holding the dildo away from him with his fingertips, as though it were diseased.

“Oh, no. That's privileged information. If you want that,” he said smiling, “it will cost you more.”

“Oi! I might be putting my private bits out there, and I haven't given my permission yet. But if you're filling a vault at Gringott's thanks to me, I want to make sure I'm getting my fair share.”

“Harry,” Scorpius said smoothly, steering him toward the bed. “I just gave you more chips than this, one chip can hope to bring in. Not that you're not a bad looker. If it weren't for my grandfather I'd probably be all over you. But Al made thirty-seven. When you've done the same, we'll talk. I'll go get the list of customers again, do take your time. When you're done, pull the rope,” he said, gesturing to the far right side of the room where a thick white rope hung from the ceiling. “I'll come back down. Don't worry, no one will interrupt you. I'll stop the twins if they come back.”

Harry watched as Scorpius climbed the ladder, still as a loss. He didn't know if he should shout at the kid, follow him and refuse to be a part of his wanking industry, or shout in frustration.

“Bugger,” he groaned, eyeing the dildo he was still holding. “Harry James Potter, what are you doing? Contemplating sticking a replica of some unknown berk's cock in your arse. Yes, you've finally gone completely mental. See? You're talking to yourself like a crazy person,” he said, shaking the dildo in his hand. He stared at it for a few moments, before setting it down next to a lollipop stick on the cushioned bench in front of the bed. Toeing off his boots he looked around making sure he was alone.

~ ~ tbc ~ ~