M is for Master

Rating: NC-17

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Harry wrapped his coat more firmly around himself, worrying yet again what would happen if someone recognized him. He wasn't supposed to be here, he wasn't supposed to be doing this, but...he so wanted to. It was a release amongst the chaos of his mind and the world that surrounded him. Was it so wrong for him to have some sort of happiness? Always someone else depending on him, telling him what to do while he was expected to do all the work.

Besides, it was almost dark on a deserted back street in a Muggle suburb. As if he'd be recognized around here. It was very good thinking on M's part, but of course he wouldn't want to be recognized either. There was nothing from him to really worry about. After all, Ginny firmly believed that he was out bowling with Seamus and Dean. He hated to cheat on her but if it wasn't for this, he probably wouldn't still be in a relationship with her.

He hated to admit it, but sex had been dull and rare in their relationship before. Now, sex with Ginny was bearable, sometimes even enjoyable. Guiltily, he remembered having to think of M and himself in different scenarios to orgasm quite a few times. It was a terrible thing, but Draco fucking Malfoy had not only saved his marriage, but probably also his mind.

Harry walked up the stairs that rusted and clung along the outside of the building. It didn't look very sturdy and he was extremely glad he'd never had to climb them while it was raining. He went up to the right floor and then walked along the balcony until he came to the right door. The number had fallen off, and Harry had to identify it by checking the numbers on both sides. He tentatively knocked on the worn door, a rush of nerves and anticipation attacking his stomach. He became overly aware of his appearance as he did in such situations. The messy hair, lack of underwear, no shirt under his jacket. All to please M, who'd insisted on 'easy access'.

The door swung open, nobody apparently having touched it from within. Magic was the logical assumption, a foregone conclusion. Harry walked in, stomach flipping. It was pitch black, giving Harry no advantage and leaving him with no clue as to where M or any furniture was.

"M?" he questioned, hoping his voice wasn't as scratchy as it sounded to him. There was a mutter and then the door swung shut behind him. That reassured him in a weird way and he let M make the next move.

Hands gripped his upper arms and shoved him backwards against the wall. Hot breath washed over his face as the taller man spoke, pressing his body up against Harry's so that he was sandwiched.

"Hello, pet."

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