{Multi AU} The Resort - Part 4
Story Name: The Resort
Fandom: Multifandom Alternate Universe
Author: Rebekah Davenport
Rating: 18
Part: 4
Words: 2,198
Summary: Harry inherits an underground apartment much to his surprise and finds out more than he wanted about the person who meant most to him. Beta by the wonderful alarielle.
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“And to my godson, Harry, I leave my entire estate.” Those words had changed his life and were the sole reason he was standing in an elevator with sweaty palms and just a bellhop as company. Those words had started Harry down the slippery slope towards reluctant playboy. Those words had his picture plastered all over the world’s most eligible lists. Those words had led Harry to this retreat away from the limelight in one of the properties Sirius had left him, one of the properties under the ‘if in need of intense relaxation’ heading. Harry still had no idea what Sirius meant by that. As far as he could see and based on the brief conversation with the receptionist, it was just a high class hotel. But as long as he wasn’t hassled by the media, he’d be happy.
Finally, the lift stopped, doors sliding open. Harry couldn’t help but let himself look around before stepping out. And the sight in front of him didn’t help with the nervous feeling already settled in the pit of his stomach. His jaw dropped as he watched a guy, roughly the same age as himself, walk down the hallway stark bollock naked followed by a guy old enough to be his father. Harry was instantly both envious and embarrassed. Envious because the guy was really well built and kinda handsome. Embarrassed because his cock had gone from flat to hard in less than three seconds. He didn’t quite understand why the guy was walking down the hallway naked, but if this was what his stay had in store, he could quite happily put up with it.
A small oriental woman waited for him by the elevator and chattered quickly as she led him down a hallway. To be honest, he had to admit that he was hard pressed to hear what she was saying. At every turn seemed to be a new thing to see, a wondrous sight to behold. Tall men walking down corridors wearing next to nothing, people engaged in acts of pleasure in alcoves, not quite out of the way of prying eyes. Harry was starting to feel overwhelmed… And slightly horny. He hurried to keep up with the petite woman and the bellhop as she led them to an ultra-plush corridor.
“This is your apartment here.” She gestured to the door.
Harry pulled out the key and slipped it into the lock.
“This apartment is fully self contained, fully owned by you. Unless you request it, housekeeping will not bother you. Meals may be ordered from the kitchen or you can simply request ingredients and cook in house, the choice is yours.” She waited until Harry had entered the foyer before entering and directing his attention to a small room on his left. “Sirius had this room set aside as a playroom, but you might find his tastes a little…” She paused, reaching for a word. “Specific. If you would like, I will have a catalogue sent later to facilitate restocking.”
Harry struggled to understand. Specific? Restocked? Playroom? He pushed the words aside, thanking the woman for her help. She bowed politely and left him with instructions on how to contact her should he need anything. Harry clicked the door closed and slumped against it. His mind kept going back to the men he’d passed in the hallway, small pouches the only thing keeping them from the world. The glimpses he’d caught of couples - and triples - kissing and groping in the shadows. His hand dropped to the catch of his jeans, quickly unbuttoning and pulling himself free.
He gripped himself hard and started pumping furiously, his head resting against the cool wood of the door. He could already feel the bubbling feeling low in his balls. He let his thumb rub across the tip of his shaft on every upstroke. He was panting hard as he felt the muscles of his stomach tighten. Blood rushed through his ears, deadening every other sound. Groaning loudly, he came, covering the wood finish with pearly liquid. And Harry relaxed. God, he’d only been here half an hour and he’d spent the past twenty minutes hard and needy. This holiday would be the death of him, but at least he’d die happy, Harry smiled.
Harry looked around for his bag. He hadn’t even noticed the bellhop leave, let alone where the man had dropped his bag. Sighing, he pulled off his shirt and used it to wipe up the mess on the door. He could find a new shirt later when he planned on going out and exploring. He tossed the shirt in a corner and then felt guilty. Within moments, he had the shirt back in his hand and was exploring the apartment and trying to look for something that looked like a laundry basket.
Harry turned a corner and stopped abruptly. He’d found the main living room of the apartment and damned if it wasn’t bigger than the common room of his old school. Soft couches were interspersed around the room. Muted colours accented with reds and golds covered everything. Harry’s eyes were wide as he moved around the room, astounded by the whole room. A hint of something blue caught his eye on the other side of the room, almost hidden by one of the couches. He walked over. A large blue doggie bed sat at one end of the couch. It looked well used.
“He would have mentioned having a dog, wouldn’t he?” Harry asked himself.
He honestly couldn’t remember a single conversation with Sirius about pets. Maybe it had never come up. After all, Sirius had never told him that he owned an apartment in a subterranean hotel where men paraded around naked. Was this a suitable place to raise a dog? What if it attacked someone? With not even clothes to protect the person, the bite could be serious. Why didn’t he take the dog home? Or was this just another part of Sirius’ life that no one was supposed to know about? He couldn’t see why having a dog would be such a bad thing.
“Here puppy, puppy, puppy?” Harry looked around, straining to hear any sounds of running feet.
After a minute or so of calling, and feeling incredibly stupid, Harry moved on, passing into the kitchen. Marble and chrome caressed every surface. Harry couldn’t help but let his fingers drag across the cool surfaces. This place was fabulous. He opened cupboards, cabinets and fridges. Yes, fridges. There seemed to be two, one tall and the other smaller, the same size as one of the cupboards. Two chrome doggy bowls sat in the corner of the kitchen but that was the only sign of a dog that he could see. He moved on, still exploring.
Finally, he found the bathroom and it was huge. He should have expected it, but the only words that came to mind when he saw the shower were orgy-sized. You could fit a football team in there and they wouldn’t even be squashed. Harry groaned at that thought. He dumped is soiled shirt in the laundry chute and wandered out again. He still had some rooms left and he wasn’t going to give into the thoughts of eleven or more naked men soaping each other up until he was finished.
With his shirt no longer a problem, he decided to go back to exploring the apartment. He stopped outside the room that the nice oriental woman had called the playroom. He didn’t know what to expect. There were play stations and stuff in the living room, so what could be left over. He pushed open the door and was surprised to find the room totally dark. He reached inside to find a light switch, but it didn’t improve things very much. The room was painted floor to ceiling with black paint. Furniture all seemed to have a black finish. Harry stepped in, feeling a little uncomfortable. Another shower sat in the corner of this room, and a bed, four posters. One wall was completely given over to wardrobes. Harry walked over to one and pulled it open.
He was overwhelmed by the smell of leather. Trousers. Shirts. Harnesses?! Everything imaginable. Harry let his hand run over the material feeling that wonderfully soft texture of expensive leather. Sirius had very good taste. Harry pulled one of the shirts from it’s hanger and held it up to his chest. It looked about the right size. He slipped it on. was like a second skin, the fit perfect. It was certainly different from the second hand clothes that he had arrived in. Still second hand, but at least this time, he didn’t have to roll up the sleeves to hide how long they were. The leather made him feel powerful, strong, different.
He looked around trying to spot a mirror. There was a full length one standing on the opposite side of the room. He walked over. Even his walk seemed different. More like a predator. And damn! He looked good. He couldn’t help letting his hands run over the slightly oily fabric. Underneath, he could feel his nipples harden. He could practically see himself walking confident and tall down a hallway, a bevy of naked slaves in front of him. He could feel his cock harden in his jeans. He watched his mirror self touch himself, rubbing through the jeans, but the texture was wrong next to the softness of the leather. Turning, he wondered if any of the trousers were his size. He walked back to the wardrobe. A sliver of silver caught his eye.
It looked like a buckle. Harry found his hand reaching out again almost on auto-pilot. He pulled back just before his fingers touched the straps of one of the harnesses, afraid to touch them. What had Sirius been into? Harry closed the wardrobe door quickly, hiding the evidence. He leaned back against the door. Why hadn’t Sirius told him? Warned him? He wanted to be disgusted but this was Sirius. This was his Godfather. The person who had taken care of him. He couldn’t bring himself to hate him. Especially not in a room that still held the scent of the man, that heady mix of cologne and man, with the faintest musk of sweat after a hard day. The scent that ghosted though his earliest fantasies.
He looked around, trying to decide which cupboard to brave next. He pulled out a drawer only to find some of the strangest looking butt plugs he’d ever seen. They were nothing like the little black one that was tucked into the bottom of his travelling bag. His didn’t have… attachments. He picked one up and held it. If he didn’t know better he’d swear it was… Nah, couldn’t be.
He put it back and was about to close the drawer when he saw a thick band of leather. It was a collar. And it looked nothing like the one that he’d noticed the staff wearing. It was much thicker and the buckle was almost clumsily big. His eyes dropped to the silver tag connected to the collar. He tilted it to the light so he could read the engraving.
“This pup is called Sirius”
His thumb brushed over the surface. Suddenly all the pieces fell into place. The puppy basket, the water bowls, the weird attachments. Harry slammed the drawer shut, collapsing to the floor. His godfather was… His godfather pretended to be… His godfather spent his free time as a puppy? Harry couldn’t believe it. But the evidence was right there in his hand. He looked at the collar again. No. This wasn’t right. It couldn’t be. He would have told him. He would have.
Harry was getting angrier by the moment. How could Sirius have hidden this from him? This was huge. This was bigger than huge. Never once during their time together had Sirius mentioned that he liked to crawl around on all fours with a tail hanging out of his arse. Never once when they’d been curled up together had he mentioned that he preferred a collar and leash to a shirt and tie. Never once when he’d been taking Harry hard had he mentioned the fact that he owned a fully furnished apartment 200 feet underground where every fantasy could be explored. Never once. Hadn’t he been enough? Hadn’t he been good enough? Did Sirius think that he wouldn’t have understood? He would have done anything for his godfather. Anything. Why didn’t he tell him? Why?
Harry was on his feet before he realised it, ripping the drawer loose and dumping it’s contents outside the playroom door. Butt plugs, tails, muzzles, everything related to his godfather’s perversion. Everything that is, except the collar still in his hand. He couldn’t quite bring himself to add that to the pile.
Tears ran down his face clouding his vision. Damn it. It needed to get out of here. He needed to get away. He needed… He didn’t know what he needed but he just needed. Maybe if he got away from here. Just for a little while. Maybe that would help. Maybe.
Fandom: Multifandom Alternate Universe
Author: Rebekah Davenport
Rating: 18
Part: 4
Words: 2,198
Summary: Harry inherits an underground apartment much to his surprise and finds out more than he wanted about the person who meant most to him. Beta by the wonderful alarielle.
~#~#~
“And to my godson, Harry, I leave my entire estate.” Those words had changed his life and were the sole reason he was standing in an elevator with sweaty palms and just a bellhop as company. Those words had started Harry down the slippery slope towards reluctant playboy. Those words had his picture plastered all over the world’s most eligible lists. Those words had led Harry to this retreat away from the limelight in one of the properties Sirius had left him, one of the properties under the ‘if in need of intense relaxation’ heading. Harry still had no idea what Sirius meant by that. As far as he could see and based on the brief conversation with the receptionist, it was just a high class hotel. But as long as he wasn’t hassled by the media, he’d be happy.
Finally, the lift stopped, doors sliding open. Harry couldn’t help but let himself look around before stepping out. And the sight in front of him didn’t help with the nervous feeling already settled in the pit of his stomach. His jaw dropped as he watched a guy, roughly the same age as himself, walk down the hallway stark bollock naked followed by a guy old enough to be his father. Harry was instantly both envious and embarrassed. Envious because the guy was really well built and kinda handsome. Embarrassed because his cock had gone from flat to hard in less than three seconds. He didn’t quite understand why the guy was walking down the hallway naked, but if this was what his stay had in store, he could quite happily put up with it.
A small oriental woman waited for him by the elevator and chattered quickly as she led him down a hallway. To be honest, he had to admit that he was hard pressed to hear what she was saying. At every turn seemed to be a new thing to see, a wondrous sight to behold. Tall men walking down corridors wearing next to nothing, people engaged in acts of pleasure in alcoves, not quite out of the way of prying eyes. Harry was starting to feel overwhelmed… And slightly horny. He hurried to keep up with the petite woman and the bellhop as she led them to an ultra-plush corridor.
“This is your apartment here.” She gestured to the door.
Harry pulled out the key and slipped it into the lock.
“This apartment is fully self contained, fully owned by you. Unless you request it, housekeeping will not bother you. Meals may be ordered from the kitchen or you can simply request ingredients and cook in house, the choice is yours.” She waited until Harry had entered the foyer before entering and directing his attention to a small room on his left. “Sirius had this room set aside as a playroom, but you might find his tastes a little…” She paused, reaching for a word. “Specific. If you would like, I will have a catalogue sent later to facilitate restocking.”
Harry struggled to understand. Specific? Restocked? Playroom? He pushed the words aside, thanking the woman for her help. She bowed politely and left him with instructions on how to contact her should he need anything. Harry clicked the door closed and slumped against it. His mind kept going back to the men he’d passed in the hallway, small pouches the only thing keeping them from the world. The glimpses he’d caught of couples - and triples - kissing and groping in the shadows. His hand dropped to the catch of his jeans, quickly unbuttoning and pulling himself free.
He gripped himself hard and started pumping furiously, his head resting against the cool wood of the door. He could already feel the bubbling feeling low in his balls. He let his thumb rub across the tip of his shaft on every upstroke. He was panting hard as he felt the muscles of his stomach tighten. Blood rushed through his ears, deadening every other sound. Groaning loudly, he came, covering the wood finish with pearly liquid. And Harry relaxed. God, he’d only been here half an hour and he’d spent the past twenty minutes hard and needy. This holiday would be the death of him, but at least he’d die happy, Harry smiled.
Harry looked around for his bag. He hadn’t even noticed the bellhop leave, let alone where the man had dropped his bag. Sighing, he pulled off his shirt and used it to wipe up the mess on the door. He could find a new shirt later when he planned on going out and exploring. He tossed the shirt in a corner and then felt guilty. Within moments, he had the shirt back in his hand and was exploring the apartment and trying to look for something that looked like a laundry basket.
Harry turned a corner and stopped abruptly. He’d found the main living room of the apartment and damned if it wasn’t bigger than the common room of his old school. Soft couches were interspersed around the room. Muted colours accented with reds and golds covered everything. Harry’s eyes were wide as he moved around the room, astounded by the whole room. A hint of something blue caught his eye on the other side of the room, almost hidden by one of the couches. He walked over. A large blue doggie bed sat at one end of the couch. It looked well used.
“He would have mentioned having a dog, wouldn’t he?” Harry asked himself.
He honestly couldn’t remember a single conversation with Sirius about pets. Maybe it had never come up. After all, Sirius had never told him that he owned an apartment in a subterranean hotel where men paraded around naked. Was this a suitable place to raise a dog? What if it attacked someone? With not even clothes to protect the person, the bite could be serious. Why didn’t he take the dog home? Or was this just another part of Sirius’ life that no one was supposed to know about? He couldn’t see why having a dog would be such a bad thing.
“Here puppy, puppy, puppy?” Harry looked around, straining to hear any sounds of running feet.
After a minute or so of calling, and feeling incredibly stupid, Harry moved on, passing into the kitchen. Marble and chrome caressed every surface. Harry couldn’t help but let his fingers drag across the cool surfaces. This place was fabulous. He opened cupboards, cabinets and fridges. Yes, fridges. There seemed to be two, one tall and the other smaller, the same size as one of the cupboards. Two chrome doggy bowls sat in the corner of the kitchen but that was the only sign of a dog that he could see. He moved on, still exploring.
Finally, he found the bathroom and it was huge. He should have expected it, but the only words that came to mind when he saw the shower were orgy-sized. You could fit a football team in there and they wouldn’t even be squashed. Harry groaned at that thought. He dumped is soiled shirt in the laundry chute and wandered out again. He still had some rooms left and he wasn’t going to give into the thoughts of eleven or more naked men soaping each other up until he was finished.
With his shirt no longer a problem, he decided to go back to exploring the apartment. He stopped outside the room that the nice oriental woman had called the playroom. He didn’t know what to expect. There were play stations and stuff in the living room, so what could be left over. He pushed open the door and was surprised to find the room totally dark. He reached inside to find a light switch, but it didn’t improve things very much. The room was painted floor to ceiling with black paint. Furniture all seemed to have a black finish. Harry stepped in, feeling a little uncomfortable. Another shower sat in the corner of this room, and a bed, four posters. One wall was completely given over to wardrobes. Harry walked over to one and pulled it open.
He was overwhelmed by the smell of leather. Trousers. Shirts. Harnesses?! Everything imaginable. Harry let his hand run over the material feeling that wonderfully soft texture of expensive leather. Sirius had very good taste. Harry pulled one of the shirts from it’s hanger and held it up to his chest. It looked about the right size. He slipped it on. was like a second skin, the fit perfect. It was certainly different from the second hand clothes that he had arrived in. Still second hand, but at least this time, he didn’t have to roll up the sleeves to hide how long they were. The leather made him feel powerful, strong, different.
He looked around trying to spot a mirror. There was a full length one standing on the opposite side of the room. He walked over. Even his walk seemed different. More like a predator. And damn! He looked good. He couldn’t help letting his hands run over the slightly oily fabric. Underneath, he could feel his nipples harden. He could practically see himself walking confident and tall down a hallway, a bevy of naked slaves in front of him. He could feel his cock harden in his jeans. He watched his mirror self touch himself, rubbing through the jeans, but the texture was wrong next to the softness of the leather. Turning, he wondered if any of the trousers were his size. He walked back to the wardrobe. A sliver of silver caught his eye.
It looked like a buckle. Harry found his hand reaching out again almost on auto-pilot. He pulled back just before his fingers touched the straps of one of the harnesses, afraid to touch them. What had Sirius been into? Harry closed the wardrobe door quickly, hiding the evidence. He leaned back against the door. Why hadn’t Sirius told him? Warned him? He wanted to be disgusted but this was Sirius. This was his Godfather. The person who had taken care of him. He couldn’t bring himself to hate him. Especially not in a room that still held the scent of the man, that heady mix of cologne and man, with the faintest musk of sweat after a hard day. The scent that ghosted though his earliest fantasies.
He looked around, trying to decide which cupboard to brave next. He pulled out a drawer only to find some of the strangest looking butt plugs he’d ever seen. They were nothing like the little black one that was tucked into the bottom of his travelling bag. His didn’t have… attachments. He picked one up and held it. If he didn’t know better he’d swear it was… Nah, couldn’t be.
He put it back and was about to close the drawer when he saw a thick band of leather. It was a collar. And it looked nothing like the one that he’d noticed the staff wearing. It was much thicker and the buckle was almost clumsily big. His eyes dropped to the silver tag connected to the collar. He tilted it to the light so he could read the engraving.
“This pup is called Sirius”
His thumb brushed over the surface. Suddenly all the pieces fell into place. The puppy basket, the water bowls, the weird attachments. Harry slammed the drawer shut, collapsing to the floor. His godfather was… His godfather pretended to be… His godfather spent his free time as a puppy? Harry couldn’t believe it. But the evidence was right there in his hand. He looked at the collar again. No. This wasn’t right. It couldn’t be. He would have told him. He would have.
Harry was getting angrier by the moment. How could Sirius have hidden this from him? This was huge. This was bigger than huge. Never once during their time together had Sirius mentioned that he liked to crawl around on all fours with a tail hanging out of his arse. Never once when they’d been curled up together had he mentioned that he preferred a collar and leash to a shirt and tie. Never once when he’d been taking Harry hard had he mentioned the fact that he owned a fully furnished apartment 200 feet underground where every fantasy could be explored. Never once. Hadn’t he been enough? Hadn’t he been good enough? Did Sirius think that he wouldn’t have understood? He would have done anything for his godfather. Anything. Why didn’t he tell him? Why?
Harry was on his feet before he realised it, ripping the drawer loose and dumping it’s contents outside the playroom door. Butt plugs, tails, muzzles, everything related to his godfather’s perversion. Everything that is, except the collar still in his hand. He couldn’t quite bring himself to add that to the pile.
Tears ran down his face clouding his vision. Damn it. It needed to get out of here. He needed to get away. He needed… He didn’t know what he needed but he just needed. Maybe if he got away from here. Just for a little while. Maybe that would help. Maybe.