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After graduation from Hogwarts, Harry wanted nothing more than to escape England for awhile. Luckily for him, he had already made arrangements to summer in Romania with Ron, Charlie, and the Dragons. He expected that some day’s they’d work, and some days they’d goof off, and by the end of it all, he’d be more than ready for the Auror Training Program that he’d signed himself up for. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but there had already been publicity surrounding his career decision, and frankly, he was ready for his life to slip into some semblance of normalcy.
The days were long and the nights seemed longer, especially since without Hermione, there wasn’t any form of intelligent conversation to be had, at all. For the last two weeks, they had built a campfire, roasted meats and vegetables on sticks, or wrapped food items in foil and buried them under the embers. At first, it was great fun, like muggle camping was rumored to be. And Harry and Ron were given then old bunk-house for quarters. It hadn’t been used in over two years, not since the semi-private cabins had been built for the dragon trainers. From the outside, the cabins looked like outhouses, small and narrow. But of course, they were magicked to entertain much larger quarters once one stepped past the threshold.
“Charlie,” Ron said, poking a stick into the camp fire for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last hour.
“Hmm?” Charlie lifted his head off the log he’d been using as a pillow and squinted over at his brother.
“Don’t get me wrong. When I said I loved camp fires, I really meant it. But…don’t you do anything else here?”
“Do anything else?” the oldest red-head in the group parroted. “I train bloody dragons for a living, Ron. By the end of the day, all I want to do is heat myself a quick meal over the camp fire, watch the stars a bit, and turn in for the night.”
“We’re in bloody Romania, Ron” Harry chimed in, not bothering to open his eyes, but stretching his heels down toward the fire. “Not exactly the hub of excitement.” And frankly, Harry had already lived a lifetime of excitement. He was more than happy to camp out with a bunch of men and women who valued hard work. Maybe he would see if they would take on an intern after the summer was over. Maybe he’d rather stay here than return to England. There was a serenity here. Things were hard and fast, do or don’t, live or die. Not full of complex puzzles and social expectations.
“Budge over, there, Chuck.” A deep voice, thick with Hungarian accent spoke from the darkness just before a stocky, lean-muscled body climbed over the log and lowered itself to the ground.
Charlie scowled as he shifted his weight. “I hate it when you call me that.”
“I know. Das why I said it.” The dark-haired man grinned wryly and balanced a bowl of steaming food in one hand while he scratched the scruff on his face with the other.
“Boys, this is Ivan. Ivan, my baby brother Ron and his best mate, Harry. Ivan just got back from a trip into Moscow for supplies. He’s a cut-throat bastard if I ever met one, but a hell of a dragon-wrangler.”
Ivan paused to shovel a huge spoonful of food into his mouth before reaching sideways to shake hands. His black-eyed gaze barely registered with Ron, who was busy protesting that he was, in fact, a man, not a baby. But when they met with green, they caught and held, flickered down in assessment, and then back up.
Harry smiled awkwardly, pumped the man’s hand a few more times, then retreated back against his own log.
“You know,” Ivan said around another mouthful of food. “I seem to recall not so long ago myself, a young man who was itching to get out to the clubs and find a lady friend…”
“Bloody hell, there’s clubs? Charlie, why didn’t you say so?” Ron pestered, stabbing the fire even harder, sending sparks skyward.
“In Bucharest,” he sighed. “Mum made me promise not to tell you about them.”
“Und Constanta” Ivan chimed in with a grin.
It was Charlie’s turn to bolt upright. He gave a fierce shake of his head. “Not the port. You boys had better not go there. If I find out you’ve been, I’ll tan your hides myself.” He pointed his finger at each of them in turn.
“What’s in Constanta?” Ron said, engaging Harry with a smile.
“Never you mind that. Bad places. Dangerous places. You stay the hell away from Constantia!” Charlie pushed himself to his feet and dusted off his rear end. “I can’t take anymore talk of going to the clubs, I’m for bed. And you should be too, if you know what’s good for you. Ivan-no more tales from you, putting ideas in their daft heads.”
Ivan and Ron rolled their eyes at Charlie, and he scowled before storming away.
“Chuckie’s a bit uptight these days,” Ivan advised them both. “I’ll take you to the clubs myself if he won’t. Strapping young men like yourselves…no good for you to spend the summer cooped up with a bunch of nutters in the wilderness.”
A week later, Harry found himself sharing a table with Ivan at Club Nouveau, one of many French clubs in Bucharest. The two of them shared at laugh watching the two ginger-haired brothers try to bump and grind their way across the dance floor full of scantily clad women.
Harry smiled widely when Ivan returned from his most recent departure with two drinks in hand. He passed one to Harry and nodded. “Hope you haven’t got an aversion to Wodka…”
Harry accepted the cup, smelled it, and shrugged. “Thanks. No, I haven’t got one yet. Mostly at sch-“ He traded the word off because it sounded so immature. “At Hogwarts, we drank firewhiskey. I’m glad to try something new.”
“Firewhiskey is rough, but this’ll put hair on your chest!” Ivan laughed and clinked his plastic cup against Harry’s.
Harry smiled into his cup and took a swallow, then slumped in his chair, stretching his feet outward.
When they had finished their drinks, Ivan rubbed his chin, recently shaved for just this occasion, then kicked one of Harry’s feet to get his attention.
“Oh, sorry, am I in the way?” Harry started to sit up, but a warm hand on his forearm stopped him.
“No, please. I was just wondering. Why are you not dancing?”
“Me?” Harry felt the color begin to rise in his cheeks. “Oh. Well.” He bit his lip. “This really isn’t my scene, if you know what I mean.” He waved vaguely in the direction of a woman who just passed them, wearing what looked like lime green bandages in the shape of “X”s to cover her nipples, and a neon-pink skirt that was so short, it might have been a belt. “You’re not dancing either.” Harry felt justified in pointing out.
“Not my scene either.” A wide grin broke his face in two, and the hand dropped from Harry’s forearm (oh, was it still there?) to his mid-thigh region, giving a brief squeeze.
Harry’s breath had completely deserted him. How had he missed this? The exchange of glances all week, the smiles in passing…he thought Ivan was only being friendly. He thought his attraction to the dark-haired Romanian was one-sided. Ivan was in his mid-thirties after all, what interest could he possibly hold with an eighteen year old boy?
“I hope I am not being too presumptuous?” The hand started to withdraw.
Quickly, Harry shook his head, slumping down again on the chair and drawing his knees farther apart, brushing one leg against Ivan’s. “No, not at all.” He managed a smile that he hoped was welcoming and not too tentative. His experience was limited to clumsy fumbling and hurried fucking in dark corners of school with a few boys like himself. He had nothing worldly to offer here.
Ivan leaned closer, his lips brushing the tops of Harry’s ears while he spoke, the low rumble of his voice still audible over the thumping techno beat. “Perhaps you would rather accompany me to a place more our…taste?” His hand slid further up Harry’s thigh only a moment before returning to it’s previous occupance, but it had Harry’s heart hammering in his chest.
He bit his lip, then nodded. “Yeah, alright.”
“Oh, but,” Ivan frowned and withdrew away completely, stroking his chin with the hand that had twice captivated Harry with it’s touch. Harry watched in consternation. His prick was already half hard at the thought of going…well, anywhere, with this mysterious bloke. He didn’t want to disappoint it, not that tossing off with Ron in the room was a challenge after seven years of sharing dorms together, but still. “But it’s in Constanta. And Charlie said…”
Harry waved his hand impatiently. “Charlie’s not my keeper. Besides, what he doesn’t know won’t kill him. Can you side-along me?” He gave a winning smile and batted his eyes once or twice.
Ivan’s face cleared and he laughed, taking immediate hold of Harry’s wrist. “Let’s go outside then. I want to smoke first, yes?”
“Yes.”
Harry tried not to dance his feet around with impatience during the three minutes it took Ivan to smoke a hand-rolled cigarette, blowing the smoke skyward. He offered it to Harry more than once, who only shook his head and smiled.
“Alright, are you ready?” Ivan held his arm outward, and Harry easily filled the space created, trying not to seem too eager to press his body tightly against the other’s. Ivan closed his arms and Harry felt that familiar sucking sensation tug at his body almost immediately.
They were spit out in a dark alleyway that smelled like urine. Harry wrinkled his nose. He hoped that this wasn’t the place that they would both find interest in…because if they’d come just for sex, he could just as easily accommodate in the empty bunk house, or in the dragon barn as he could in this smelly alleyway. Ivan seemed unaffected by the stench and stepped over a sleeping vagrant, withdrawing his wand from his pants where he kept it tucked against his thigh. He tapped the wall four times, then gestured for Harry to follow him in when it shifted back, creating a space.
The beat of the music in this place was similar, but the atmosphere was completely different. Here, it was mostly dark, and there were no seizure inducing strobe lights. There were men of all different sizes and heights, most of them wearing leather. Harry suddenly felt a little self-conscious in his denim jeans and t-shirt, but Ivan seemed not to notice.
Then, another man walked by, and this time scrambling after him was another man, wearing only leather knickers, and a spiked collar attached to a leash in the first man’s hand. Harry gaped at them, then gazed quickly around the rest of the club. Older men and younger men, in various arenas…one man being publicly spanked while a group cheered on the man wielding the paddle…
“I’m sorry,” Came that rough voice in his ear again. “I wasn’t thinking. This isn’t the place I meant to bring you. I only came out of habit. I…come here alone sometimes. Let’s go.”
Harry stiffened when the older man took his arm. His cock was rock solid and pulsing in his pants. He’d never seen such things, never dreamed that such a place existed. It was exciting and new, this place.
“Or did you want to stay?” There was surprise in Ivan’s voice this time.
“S-stay.” Harry managed to find his voice, turning his face toward Ivan with a shaky smile. “If you want to, I mean. We can stay.” He pressed his body close to his Romanian friend when a stream of people pushed past them on their way outside. He was sure that Ivan could feel his solid length against his hip, where Harry leaned against him.
Ivan’s eyes flickered over him, and he canted his hip against Harry, indicating that he felt it. “This excites you?”
Harry felt himself flush. “I think so.” You excite me is what he really wanted to say, but wasn’t that bold.
“Alright, come on then. I get us drinks. You stay close to me. Charlie was right, this place is dangerous for pretty boys like…for you.”
Harry’s mind was swimming. ‘For pretty boys like you’ is what Ivan was going to say. He tucked his fingers into Ivan’s belt from behind and leg himself be tugged through the crowd toward the bar. He felt several pairs of eyes on him, assessing him, and then he knew what Ivan said was true. He was busy chewing his lip nervously by the time Ivan turned back to him.
Seeing him like that, and the predatory looks from other men, Ivan thrust one of the drinks into Harry’s hand, then pulled him close, narrowing his eyes at the others. They made their way through the throng of people in the small club, which was more like a bar. There was nowhere to sit, although there was a bare patch of wall near the rear. The two dark-haired men claimed it as their own, and Ivan watched Harry taking in the sights, green eyes wide. Harry veritably downed his drink in three gulps, and when Ivan finished his own, he threw the plastic cups on the floor with a sea of others.
“Who…who are they…spanking?” The word seemed so dirty to Harry when he said it. Thinking about the premise of doing such things, being the recipient of such things, well that was one thing. Talking about it with someone else was another.
Ivan lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know him. A customer. Must be new.”
“They spank the customers?” Harry was incredulous, and pressed tighter against Ivan, his buttocks clenching at the thought.
“Well, only if they want to be,” Ivan’s eyes twinkled down at Harry, whose chest was rising and falling much more quickly than usual. “Or if their masters call for it.”
“Masters?” Harry tore his eyes from the scene at hand and found Ivan’s.
“My, my. You are an innocent, aren’t you?” he mused, pinching the skin of his chin again, as if he missed the scruff that had grown there. “Yes. Masters. Some men like to play at owning, and at being owned. Controlling someone sexually can be very…how do you say…erotic?”
Harry shivered at the word. “Do you like it?”
Ivan seemed to contemplate this a moment. “Yes, I like it. But not everyone does.”
“But everyone here does?”
Ivan chuckled. “Yes, everyone here likes to control, or be controlled. It’s a partnership. There has to be both roles for it to work.”
“Oh.” Harry said simply.
“So, if other...wizards were looking at us, they would think that we-“
Ivan nodded. “Does that bother you? Do you want to go?”
Harry’s eyes flickered back to the stage, where the paddled man was groaning and pushing his red arse up in the air like he was looking for more licks. “No.”
“Harry.”
After a moment, he tore his eyes away from the scene and looked back to the one who brought him here. “Yeah?”
Ivan turned him fully against the wall, one hand loosely encircling Harry’s neck, pushing his chin up, and then their lips came together. Harry groaned and circled his arms tight around Ivan’s waist, turning his face up higher, yielding to the demanding tongue, thrusting it’s way into his mouth, feeling him from the inside out.
Harry didn’t realize that he was rocking his hips so forcefully against the others until Ivan drew back to laugh at him, pinning Harry’s hips back against the wall with one hand and loosening the fly of both their trousers with the other. He silenced Harry’s tentative protest with another kiss, and freed both of their cocks to rub against eachother. Ivan angled his hips and began to rock them in a slow rhythm, drawing their hardness together, his prick gliding up, teasing Harry’s, which was slick with his precome.
There was a flurry of motion as Harry’s hands came up, flustering at Ivan’s hips, pushing at his chest. He lifted his head.
“You want me to stop?” Ivan eyed Harry squarely, but didn’t stop frotting.
“Ah, God. Please. No. I mean, I’m going to-” Harry panted, his face red.
Ivan laced their hands together, pinning Harry more firmly against the wall, and increased the tempo of his drive. “Come?” He prompted almost lazily, licking Harry’s earlobe.
And with an embarrassed gasp, Harry did. “Sorry, sorry…I-” he began, red-faced.
Ivan kissed him languidly then, before waving away the mess with his wand. He rolled his own back to the wall, pulling Harry around with him. “Don’t worry, no one saw.” He busied himself tucking Harry back into his own pants and doing up his fly. “And if they did, no one cared. Romania isn’t like England, you’re a prissy lot there,” Ivan teased.
“I’m not prissy!” Harry argued into Ivan’s neck.
“Oh no?” Ivan bumped his hips against Harry’s leg enough times to remind him that he was still hard and eager for release. “Show me how un-prissy you are then!” He smirked at Harry, fingering his hair a minute, then gently pushed down on his shoulders.
Harry sank down to his knees gracefully, and looking up at Ivan, whispered, “I’ll show you.” With determination, he licked his lips, then opened his mouth wide and worked it around Ivan’s cock until he felt fingers tighten in his hair.
When Harry and Ivan returned to the Dragon camp, Charlie and Ron were sitting up, listlessly poking the fire.
“Merlin, Harry, where have you been?” Charlie jumped to his feet, hands on his hips.
Harry had to laugh at him. “Calm down, Molly. I was with Ivan, nothing to worry about.”
“Da, Harry was with me. Nothing to worry about.”
Ron gaped at them when Ivan wrapped his arm around Harry’s waist from behind, and steered him toward his cabin.
“That’s exactly what I was worried about…” Charlie murmured, eyes wide as he shook his head. “Harry, don’t you think you ought to go to bed?”
“He is!” Ivan called over his shoulder with merriment.
“Yeah, I am!” Harry seconded, disappearing into Ivan’s cabin and shutting the door.