A/N: I actually really like this AU. Brothel! AU's are seriously the best and so much potential for Angst! I'm sort of sad that this was a one-shot. I might write more for this. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

2016 Multi-School Tournament: Historical AU -Brothel! AU

W.C: 1564

Disclaimer: Nope. Never Have, Never Will.

Just for an Hour

James Potter considered himself a troublesome but respectable man. Which is why he never once thought he'd be in a situation where a man, a handsome man at that, in black underwear wearing a green shimmery robe whispered his price in James' ear. Those sharp grey eyes filling him with desire.

That's what he wanted to say, at least. Everybody knew him at the brothel because his best friend actually worked there. The first time Lily Evans, a hot redhead, hit on him and stated her price as well. His friend was quick to clear the situation out. Now, nobody truly hit on him.

"It's just 112 pounds for an hour," the handsome man whispered, his voice soft and smooth. James felt insecure as the man with a striking lean figure and those strong cheekbones raked his predatory gaze over his body. For some reason, the man reminded him of someone. "Hmm, I'm not supposed to charge less, but I'd do you for 100 pounds."

Needless to say, James had never blushed so much in his life. He less than gracefully sputtered out apologies and almost walked right out the door, if not for his best friend's loud voice coming out of the other room. With the handsome escort beside him, he had almost almost forgotten why he was in the brothel in the first place.

"Oh, er, sorry, but I'm not here as a customer." The apathetic man raised his eyebrows, fastening the robe. "That's not to say you're not handsome! You are, you most definitely are, but you know . . ." he trailed off, looking like a tomato, probably.

"Don't worry, Reg!" James looked relieved as the manager and a good friend, Frank Longbottom, laughed. He threw James a wink, shaking his head. "Many have tried to get James" he wagged a finger in his direction " to sleep with them—men and women alike. It's no use, though, he's not interested. Reg here is new to this establishment. That's why you haven't seen him before."

"I see." James gulped as the handsome man, "Reg", continued staring at him with curiosity. It oddly felt like he was on display, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or felt uncomfortable.

"Oh, James, he's in the back." James thanked Frank as he speed walked, almost jogging, into the back room where he could already hear his best friend's loud bark of laughter. He didn't want to embarrass himself any further. "Any time."

His eyes scanned the half-naked men and women until they landed on one Sirius Black. Sirius Black, his best and most annoying friend, had run away from his home at the age of sixteen, and they met when they were both eighteen. Sirius never talked about his family, so James, in the four years they've known each other, never brought them up. Luckily for him, this time, Sirius was fully clothed and conversing with the other escorts. He'd seen Sirius naked more times than he cared to admit.

"Jamie, why so red?" Of course, that's the first thing Sirius noticed. He grimaced at Sirius' leer. "Oh my, have you cracked?"

"Shut up, you prat. Are you ready?" James asked after exchanging pleasantries with the others. They were already used to him coming to pick up Sirius at the back room. "The movie's going to start, and you know I love being there for the trailers."

"You're such a drag, Potter," Sirius groaned, grabbing his bag and waving goodbye. "See ya, guys. Have fun, but not too much fun!"

Almost everybody smirked and some even catcalled.

"Oh, keep yourselves safe!" James called out before closing the door, grinning at some appalled faces.

"Dear, some like it raw," Frank purred, licking his lips. At James' shocked look, he laughed. "Don't worry, I make sure the horny boys and girls are well protected."

James smiled, glancing over at Sirius just to see his eyes turn to steel and his jaw clench. It was rare to see Sirius go so still. Sure, he'd seen him mad and frustrated plenty, but it was only on so few occasions that he'd go completely still. He frowned and opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but a smooth, drawl beat him.

"Is something wrong, Sirius?" It was Reg who spoke instead. He was dressed in much more clothes than before which was good for James' frail heart. However, those damn fine tailored dressing pants and long, black coat with a green scarf did make his heart beat at an unhealthy rate.

Sirius scoffed, a bark of forced laughter following short after. It actually scared him a bit to see Sirius respond so fast. Usually, the stillness lasted quite a while. "You know what's wrong. You shouldn't have come here."

"I got out." James could practically feel the tension between the two; he could cut it with a knife. It irked him to know exactly what happened between these two. "I thought that was what you wanted."

"Not like this!" Sirius waved an arm around, vaguely gesturing at the entire establishment. A few customers and escorts stared in wonder and confusion. "Never like this."

They both took a few steps forward, and James took two backwards. Either they were going to swing punches at each other or kiss passionately. Frankly, James didn't like either options.

"Boys. Not. Here." Frank pointed straight at the door and marched all three of them out of it. "I have customers, and they don't want to hear whatever this is. They just want good, no, great sex, and I'll be damned if I can't provide that. So, shut up, get out, and make sure you're not late for your next shift." He grinned then promptly shut the door in their faces.

Three stunned faces blinked and nobody said anything as the London's cool air blew around them.

"Well, you two obviously have something to settle. I should probably leave and let you two sort it out. We can watch a movie any other time." James was already turning to leave when a hand reached out and pulled on his scarf. He gasped, whirling around the cough in Sirius' face. "What's your problem?"

"Don't be a bigger idiot," Sirius grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets. "This is just my little brother, Regulus."

It was an understatement to say that James was surprised. He was absolutely floored with this new information. He knew Regulus had seemed familiar when he first saw him. While Sirius' features were sharp, Regulus' own were soft. "His little brother?" Regulus huffed, looking away. "You have siblings?"

It was at that line that Regulus threw daggers at Sirius. "What am I? A casualty in your past?"

"No, of course not! James . . . doesn't know anything about the Black family." Sirius shrugged at James' protest. "Sorry."

Regulus glanced between James' hurt face and Sirius' determined stare on him. "Is he . . . your lover?"

"Oh, God, no!" James mimicked barfing while Sirius looked ill at the mere mention. "He's my best friend."

Regulus hummed, smirking at James. "I see. That's interesting."

"I care about you, Reg. I really do. That's why I don't want you in this business." Sirius half-smiled, pulling his brother in an embrace. "I'm so happy you're out, but not like this."

It was such a tender moment between family; James felt like he was intruding. He smiled, taking steps backwards.

"Don't move, James."

James threw his hands up and sighed. "I'm trying to be nice." Regulus chuckled and Sirius ruffled his brother's hair. "Okay, why don't you join us Regulus?"

"Me?" Regulus looked unsure until Sirius thumped him on the back. "I'd love to join you."

"Oho?" Sirius had a shiteating grin on his face as he wrapped an arm around James' shoulder and his brothers. They began walking toward the movie theatre which was . "Don't forget about me, Reg."

James scoffed as Sirius rambled on about how he would never find 'the one'. He was sure his cheeks turned red when Regulus caught his eye and winked. He shouldn't be crushing on his best friend's little brother. Though, Regulus didn't look that much younger than them, but James had to remind himself that that wasn't the point. There were other complications beside being related to Sirius. Like, maybe, the fact that he worked at a brothel? Yeah, that was it.

"James?" Sirius prompted, pointing towards the entrance. "You going in or not?"

James flushed, nodding, and followed them in. They made their way toward the ticket booth and this time it was James who caught Sirius' pink ears.

"Oh, hello, Sirius," Remus Lupin, the worker, greeted, a shy smile on his face. He nodded at James and Regulus. "Hello, what movie will it be this time?"

"Oho?" James smirked, and nudged Sirius with his elbow. "Now who's finding 'the one'?"

Sirius stammered out their order and James swore he saw a look of endearment pass Remus' face. He was amused until Regulus placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I hope I can finally crack the infamous James Potter," Regulus whispered, his eyes filled with mirth and something he couldn't quite define. "Let's go catch some seats. I love the trailers, too."

James gulped, the image of Regulus Black in his underwear and that robe slipping dangerously and enticingly off his shoulders flashed in his mind again. He was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.