There was a man in Albus Dumbledore's bed. A young, handsome man with chestnut curls Sleeping soundly, like a child. Naked, if the bare flesh of his throat and slim shoulders were anything to judge by. At the very least, partially naked.
This was not a normal occurrence. It was, to be brutally frank, the last thing Albus had expected to find when he returned home that night.
He had no idea who the young man was or where he had come from.
Albus retreated to his sitting room and called out softly, 'Ramble?'
There was a sharp crack and a small, white-haired house-elf appeared. He bowed low.
'Headmaster.'
‘I'm sorry for disturbing you so late,' Albus said politely, 'however I have made a startling discovery. There appears to be a strange man in my bed.'
'Ah yes, Headmaster,' the elf said. 'He came here to meet with you. We brought him up earlier.'
Albus frowned at the elf. 'Forgive me, Ramble, I do not understand. Why did you bring him here instead of my office?'
'He asked to be shown to your private tooms. He said he would be staying the night.'
'He did?' Albus exclaimed, silver eyebrows arching. 'I'm sure he appreciates you being so accommodating. But you know no one is allowed in my private rooms without permission.'
'Begging your pardon, Sir,' the elf said, 'I understand you gave Harry Potter permission to go anywhere in the castle, including your private rooms. You said he should be allowed in whenever he asked, if you were away.'
'That is quite true but, dear Ramble, that is not Harry Potter.'
'No, Headmaster. He arrived with Mr Potter, though, and Mr Potter said he should be given anything he asked for.'
Albus looked from the elf to the handsome young man in the bed, even more confused than before.
'And where is Harry Potter now?'
‘He left, Headmaster. Forgive me, Headmaster. I know not where.'
'I do wish to be clear, Ramble. Harry Potter arrived at Hogwarts, with this strange young man and then left him here?'
'Yes, Headmaster.'
'Did he say anything? I feel there must be more explanation.'
'He said he had come to bring you a present. A special present, but he was called away before he could give it to you. He told the young man to wait to meet with you. His name is Aubrey Haze and he is an escort.'
Albus closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
'An escort.'
'Yes, A prostitute,' Ramble said eagerly. 'That's what he said.'
Albus covered his face in his hand then let out a peel of laughter.
'How generous! Well, I suppose one does not turn a hundred and thirty every day.'
He shook his head.
'Thank you, Ramble, you can go. Please, tell he other elves not to mention this to anyone.'
'Of course, Headmaster.'
With a loud crack, the house-elf disappeared. The man on the bed stirred.
'Harry,' Aubrey murmured, rubbing his eyes. Then he spotted Albus. 'Professor Dumbledore,' he said, smiling sheepishly. 'I'm so sorry for falling asleep. Your bed was so comfortable.'
'That is quite understandable,' Albus said seriously. 'It is rather late.'
He sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed. Staring down at the young man, whose eyes were the same shade of chestnut brown as his hair. He couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. A truly handsome young man, with a wonderfully wry expression.
'The question now, sweet boy,' Albus said, speaking very gently, 'is what to do with you?'
The boy smiled beautifically, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to hear those words, in that tone.
'Whatever you wish,' he said lightly.
'Ah,' said Alblus, blushing. 'That is ... I do not think ... '
It was a very rare occurrence indeed for Albus Dumbledore to lose his words. Aubrey eagerly filled the silence.
'Can I just say, Professor, how delighted I am to meet you. I've read and heard so much about you.'
'Did you never attend Hogwarts?'
'No, I'm a squib,' explained Aubrey. 'I went to a muggle school, but I did a short course in Magical History.'
'I see.'
'Would you recognise me, if I had been to Hogwarts? Do you remember all your students?'
'Yes, I think I would. I have an excellent memory.'
'Oh yes, I hope you would remember me, too. I've been told I'm quite memorable.'
Flirtatious, as one would expect from an escort, but with a good show of genuine humour. A flash of teeth, with his wicked smile, that made him wonderfully appealing. A truly charming creature. He must be very popular.
'I'm sure you are, sweet boy, but I am afraid you cannot spend the night here. I must find you somewhere else to stay.'
Aubrey's face fell.
'Why?' He asked innocently. 'Am I not to your tastes?'
As he spoke, he straightened up, showing off more of his tanned, toned chest.
'My dear young man, surely you are aware of how uncommonly beautiful you are? You must be, given your profession.'
'You're right,' Aubrey said, with a bashful grin. 'I suppose its possible you have particular tastes, though?'
'I would have to be vary particular indeed, not to be tempted by your charms. I assure you that is not the issue.'
'Then it must be a matter of moral qualms,' Aubrey put forward merrily. 'In that case, let me put your mind at ease. I am quite willing.'
'As willing as you may be, you have been induced to perform, with the promise of payment.'
'No I haven't,' Aubrey countered. 'It's more of a favour. We can just talk, if you prefer. I would be very happy to get to know you better.'
Albus smiled sadly. 'You make a very lovely proposition.'
'You have not even seen all of me, yet,' Aubrey said, making a move to throw back the sheets and expose himself.
'No, please,' Albus said, instinctively.
The young men hesitated and then decisively kicked back the covers and stretched out on the bed.
'I have not introduced myself properly,' Aubrey observed with a cheeky grin. 'My name is Aubery Haze. May I call you, Albus?'
Albus saw no point in averting his eyes. He tried to look upon the young man's body cooly and dispassionately, although his pulse quickened as he admired the soft, honey-brown skin and finely groomed body hair. Aubrey's thighs, in particular, were very well formed, although it had to be acknowledged that he was well-formed in every respect.
'You may,' Albus said quietly. 'I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Aubrey. Alas, this where our acquaintance really must end.'
'Would you really throw me out, now?' Aubrey asked, with disbelief. 'After you have seen all I have to offer?'
'I see you have abandoned your false modesty.'
'Dearest Albus,' Aubrey said softly, reaching up to caress the old man's cheek, moving his hand down to stroke at his beard. 'Won't you even have a taste? One kiss, perhaps?'
Albus shook his head ever so slightly.
'I could not allow myself.'
'Why not?' Aubrey asked. 'Have you taken a vow of celibacy?'
'One does not need to take a vow to hold oneself to certain rules and standards, and to be rather strict about it.'
'I think you deny yourself too much,' Aubrey said. 'What harm would it do, to enjoy yourself tonight?'
'I think you are arguing entirely too hard for an undesirable job. I am an old man, Aubrey. Please do not insult me by pretending you would ever wish to grace me with your affections without remuneration.'
Aubrey looked sad.
'I would be honoured to spend the night with you.'
Albus could not help but scoff. 'An honour, indeed! Sweet, flattering boy, please.'
'I hope you would at least consider it. I feel quite insulted. I am not often rejected.’
Albus sat still for a moment. He allowed himself to feel the temptation. That beautiful body, so long and lithe and ready to be ravished. Those warm, inviting eyes sparkling with mischief. The truth was, it was all very much to his taste.
And it had been so long.
He let himself run a hand through Aubrey's hair, so thick and curly and warm, and then somehow his hand was running down the man's throat and chest. Aubrey smirked contentedly and leant into his touch, and Albus kept touching.
'How would you like it?' He asked breathily.
'Just let me touch you a little.'
Aubrey submitted himself eagerly to Albus's attentions, watching with interest, from beneath lidded eyes and breathing deeply, as Albus ran his hands all over his body and down between his legs.
He did it without thinking, his hands moving of their own accord, taking Aubrey in his fist and stroking him. He got wonderfully hard and groaned hungrily, pushing back into Albus's hand.
Albus was sweating. He wanted him. He wanted him so goddamn much.
'Stroke inside me, too,' Aubrey suggested slyly.
Albus did, bringing his other hand underneath Aubrey and pushing his fingers inside him. He was smooth and oily. He'd prepared himself. Not with magic - the muggle way.
Albus ached with desire.
'Kiss me,' Aubrey implored, rolling his hips. 'While you play with me.'
Albus shook his head dazedly. He could not do that. He would lose himself entirely.
'Please,' Aubrey begged prettily. 'I want to feel you everywhere, deep inside me. Kiss me, sweetheart.'
Albus's last shred of resolve broke. He threw his beard over his shoulder, leant in and pressed his lips to Audrey's. So soft. He opened his mouth wide, inviting in Albus's tongue, and he kissed him deeply.
Then Albus was kissing the man's throat and shoulders, the soft fine hair on his chest, his stomach. He wanted to taste all of him.
He licked and sucked at him, as his fingers worked Aubrey underneath, and the man moaned with delight.
'You're good,' he told Albus, fingers curling possessively in hair. 'If academia doesn't work out for you, maybe you could try your hand at whoring.'
Albus couldn't help but chuckle, with his mouthful, and Aubrey laughed too.
'That's good too,' he observed. 'I like to make you laugh with my cock in your mouth.'
Albus chuckled again, then released him with a long lick.
'You are a very naughty boy,' he said. 'I don't think anyone has ever dared to call me a whore before. To my face, no less.'
'I didn't call you a whore,' Aubrey replied. 'I just said you'd make a good one.'
'It would have to be for clients with very specific tastes,' Albus murmured kissing Aubrey's thighs.
'Talent counts for something. I didn't think you'd be this good. No offense.'
'I am good at everything.'
'Are you?'
He slipped a hand under Albus's robes.
'Take off your clothes. Don't be shy.'
He leant up to kiss Albus's cheek, lick at the curve of his ear.
'I want you,' he said breathily.
Wonderfully done. Irresistible. By Merlin, Albus was only flesh and blood.
'May I make love to you?' He asked, pushing his fingers deeper. 'May I take you?'
'Yes.'
Aubrey groaned as Albus disrobed. He took him in his hand and stroked eagerly along his length.
'So hard for me,' he murmured. 'So nice and hard.'
He talked a lot, whimpering and groaning, as Albus pushed inside him.
'Oh God! Yes ... Slowly ... Just like that ... I want to feel you so deep ... Fuck me, fuck me ... '
Shameless, wanton. Perfectly calculated. Albus liked it. He liked it a lot.
He stroked Aubrey as he fucked him, feeling with great pleasure the hard, throbbing weight of his errection. The trembling of his hips. It wasn't all pretend. Aubrey knew how to enjoy himself.
'That feels so good!' Aubrey told him as he thrust hard. 'Don't stop ... I'm so close ... Oh, God, Albus ... make me feel good ... make me cum ... '
Albus came first though, he couldn't help himself. Aubrey seemed to relish the feel of his hips shuddering, his climactic groan. He took himself in hand and moved slowly, back against him, as he got himself off.
'Don't pull out,' he whispered. 'I want to drain every drop.'
And he came quickly after, with a satisfied groan, his seed spraying over Albus's fine, silk sheets.
He rolled back onto his back, panting, as Albus grabbed his wand and waved away the mess.
He looked gloriously ravished, with flushed red cheeks and wet red lips. Albus couldn't help leaning in for another kiss and Aubrey welcomed it.
'How much do you charge?' Albus asked. 'Whatever it is, it's not enough.'
Aubrey grinned. 'Thank you. There's no charge for you, though. Remember?'
'Of course, it is an honour to drain this old headmaster dry.' Albus teased.
And Aubrey grinned wider.
There were subtler pleasures to be had now, lying together beneath the sheets. Small caresses and gentle murmurs.
And there was the kissing, so much lovely kissing. Albus would not have presumed, if Aubrey hadn't offered, but the young man seemed quite eager and wonderfully tender.
'You're like a dream, darling boy,' Albus whispered. 'A wonderful dream, made flesh. How else could such a perfect creature have found his way into my bed?'
He had earned such rapturous praise. How could he ever stop touching him. A taste of Aubrey could never be enough.
Maybe he didn't need to stop. He had a vault full of gold. He could pay for night after night like this, if he wanted. He could.
He could.
How would it be wrong, when this lovely young man was so willing? What difference would it make, now that he'd already bedded him once.
Aubrey had enjoyed it. He was a professional, of course. A pretty, flattering thing. But he knew how to enjoy himself.
Surely, it wasn't all that wrong to pay for his company? There were far worse things in this world than an old man compensating a sweet young lover.
'I want to see you again,' he said.
Aubrey smiled.
'I'd like that. You have me all night too. Can I ask you something?'
'Anything.'
'I know it's late.'
'Darling boy, I am your slave.'
Aubrey rolled onto his side, tucking one arm underneath himself, and gazing curiously at the headmaster.
'Will you tell me some stories about Hogwarts? Maybe even ... some stories about Harry?'
Albus smiled. 'What a sweet request,' he said, stroking Aubrey's cheek. 'I have no objection to playing the storyteller.'
They talked late and then Aubrey fell asleep again, with one hand curled in Albus's hair.
Albus watched him sleeping for a while, his heart quivering in his chest.
You daft old fool, he chastised himself. Aren't you too old to fall prey to this weakness?
Apparently not, though.
**
They were woken by a scream. Albus jolted awake, reaching for his wand. Harry stood at the foot of his bed, face flushed crimson, his expression twisted up with rage and confusion.
'Aubrey!' He yelled, voice cracking a little. 'What the fuck are you doing?!'
Albus lowered his wand as Aubrey sat up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He was beginning to suspect there had been some sort of terrible mistake.
'Why are you so upset?' Aubrey asked. 'Isn't this what you wanted?'
'How could you possibly think that this was what I wanted?!’
'You said you wanted to give Albus a special gift,' Aubrey said slowly. 'You said I would be staying the night. Then ... you left.'
'You thought you were the gift?!' Harry exclaimed in disbelief. 'How could you think that? Why would I just ... give you to him?!'
It was then that Albus realised, with a cold shudder, the full gravity of his mistake. His stomach churned as he looked between the two young men.
'Harry ... you and Aubrey... ?'
'That's right,' Harry let out a mirthless laugh. 'You've fucked my whore, Dumbledore.'
'I'm not your whore,' Aubrey replied, with dignity. 'I'm your informant. You don't pay me for that. And I don't belong to you. We have never been exclusive.'
'Aubrey,' Harry said, his face twisting up in pain.
That made things worse, Albus thought. They were lovers. Harry cared for Aubrey. Cared rather deeply, if one was to judge by how he was staring at him.
And Aubrey, for all his bravado, surely cared for Harry too.
He had asked albus to tell him stories of Harry as a boy, in the dying warmth of their lovemaking. His eyes wide and earnest.
'I am so sorry, Harry,' Albus said gravely.
'You don't need to apologize to him,' Aubrey snapped. 'It was just a misunderstanding. We didn't do anything wrong.'
'He's like a father to me!' Harry choked out - a fresh knife to Albus's heart. 'How could you think I would want you to sleep with him?'
'Why not?' Aubry replied. 'I am a whore, Harry, and you were infuriatingly vague in your instructions. I did what I usually do, and I did it very well. The Professor was quite satisfied.'
'Oh God!' Harry covered his face.
'Don't be so dramatic,' Aubrey said scornfully. 'I really don't understand you. You love us both. Why wouldn't you want us to love each other?'
'This is not about love!' Harry yelled throwing down his hands back down and glaring at Aubrey. 'I don't think you understand what love is.'
Aubrey gave Harry a look impossible to describe. Hurt, sad, angry and scornful. He opened his mouth to reply.
'Don't!' Albus said urgently. 'Don't speak without thinking. You don't want to hurt each other any worse than you already have. Careless words can cause irreparable harm.
With a gesture, he summoned his robes from the floor and draped them around himself.
'I don't know what you did with your clothes, young man. Why don't you borrow something of mine.'
He selected a set of bright blue robes. They flew out of the armoire and into Aubrey's lap.
'Get dressed, quickly, and we can all have tea and talk things over.
So, they all sat down in the living room, and Albus called for tea. Ramble served it, with croissants and toast, smiling cheerfully at the guests, as all three men gazed down uncomfortably.
'I apologize, Harry,' Albus said seriously. 'I should have known you would never have done something so ... crass. I confess I was surprised. It seemed a very unexpected and unusual gesture, on your part.'
Harry glared down into his teacup.
'You slept with him though.'
Albus took a deep breath. 'I ... did. I won't say anything in my defence. I am a weak, stupid old man. I gave into temptation.'
Harry reached into his robes and pulled out an envelope. He threw it down onto the table, knocking out two cubes of sugar as he did so.
'That's your birthday gift,' he announced, voice dripping with spite. 'Tickets to the ballet in St Petersburg. I thought we might go together.’
'Oh,' said Albus. 'That's very thoughtful.'
'I don't think we should anymore.'
'No, no. I understand.'
Aubrey picked up the enveloped, opened it and peered in at the Tickets.
'Dracula?' He said. 'I didn't think that was a ballet. Isn't it a scary movie?'
'It's new,' Harry snapped. 'Put them down. They're not for you.'
Aubrey did as he was told.
There was a moment of heavy silence, filled only the ticking of the clock.
'I am sorry,' Aubrey said eventually and with evident difficulty. 'I made a mistake.'
'Yes, you fucking did,' growled Harry.
Aubrey frowned at him.
'I would not have ... approached Albus, if I didn't think you wanted me to. I won't apologize for what we did together, though. We had a good night.'
'I don't want to hear that,' Harry said.
'Well, I don't know how else we're going to deal with it. We have to talk about it.'
He picked up his teacup, dropped in four sugars, and stirred.
'He was a real gentleman, you know. He did try to say no. I bet it's pretty hard to do that, though, when you find a naked man in your bed, offering you sex. Especially when the man in question is me.'
Albus surpassed a smile. Merlin, he really liked this boy.
'He was quite like you, actually. Only, he fucked me, rather than the other way around. Harry prefers to bottom.'
'Don't tell him that!' Harry whined, agonized. 'You have no boundaries!'
Aubrey smiled. 'Not many - but you know that, Harry.'
'What do you want me to do?' Albus asked Harry directly. 'What's done is done, but there is anything I can do to make you more comfortable, I would like to hear it.'
Harry shook his head. 'I don't want to talk about it ever again. I don't want to think about it ever again.'
'Very well, we needn't speak about it again, after today.'
He sipped his tea uncomfortably. He knew what he ought to say. That nothing like this would ever happen again. He ought to promise.
But he didn’t.