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Three months after arriving back in time, Harry became Tom's sole obsession. The latter was dreaming day and night about him. His eyes never left the stranger's new transfer student. Even now, his knights started to worry about their soon to be Lord. However, Tom would not lower himself to admit defeat so easily. He was going to discover Harry's secret.
Harry, after Sirius's death, decided out of spite to steal a time turner to make himself useful to fight in this war, but he never would have thought it would bring him THAT far back. But, he could careless now, they all decided to ignore him, to blatantly lie to him, they could live without him then.
He somehow implanted himself pretty well. This time he was sorted into Slytherin, he guessed that the hat would not take his bullshit again. And so, he went. Tom was instantly smitten, he even ordered his Knights to move away to let Harry sit right next to him after he got sorted. Harry decided to live how he wanted and make his own decisions. So he went and sat next to Tom, touching Tom’s tights with his own, giving everyone a sketchy smile that fits the Slytherin aesthetic.
Beside the obvious distrust and suspicions he brought with him, being a Slytherin helped him get them off his back. All except Tom. Exactly like he wanted. Having never truly possessed anything before, he wanted, needed even to have Tom for himself. Tom had the same idea, he liked the puzzle that was Harry. He needed to get him to bow to him, willingly, not in fear but in pure undulated need, awe, or even love if that is what it takes to make him bow.
Both started to pry, using any means necessary to know more about the other. The information on both of them became a new currency. And both knew that the other was lying about themselves. So, when they finally, during a Quidditch game found each other in an empty corridor, the tension broke.
They carefully held the other’s arms first, saying nothing, looking deep into the other's eyes, not using any kind of magic. They basked in the silence and in the purity of the act knowing that firstly it wouldn't last and secondly that they should not be experiencing that kind of purity due to the acts they both committed.
It didn’t last, they lashed into each other with the knowledge that after whatever happens now, they would talk, but only after. They could not resist the intensity in the other's eyes anyway. They latched into the other with their whole being, their magic, clashing, fighting, understanding, was seeping all across the corridor, into the walls, into the center of every stone.
Their limbs even in their fight, found hold and comfort in the other's. Their faces were so close that they merged effortlessly into a heated kiss. Their eyes were wide open searching for the other, their hands were carelessly opening robes, touching the other heated body, not so gently. They both wanted to be one, to mark the other as theirs, to show everyone that the other was now taken and as been the instant their eyes met.
When they broke the kiss to breathe, one look into the other's eyes and they took the other hand and ran to the second floor girl's restroom. Harry smiled and held Tom and started trailing kisses along his neck to his jaw. Leaving numerous marks on Tom’s alabaster skin, while the other was sighing softly as he opened the Chamber Of Secret. Harry sucked on a breath, parseltongue always had an effect on him.
Tom chuckled and carried Harry as he walked the both of them down the stair and in the Chamber. Once into the Chamber, they stopped holding back, they fought back and forth for dominance. They used everything they had, their fists, their tongue, their bodies and after the first few bruises Harry decided that it was the time to get his favourite weapon out. His silver and emerald dagger. Tom's newly acquired red eyes were reflecting against the power that the object held.
Both of them stared into each other's eyes, a challenge again, but a different one. They knew that they both would hold the dagger and be held against it. But, who would have power first?
Harry smiled creepily as he held Tom down the hard wall by the throat, a moan escaped the latter as the blade was held against his throat. “Well then my dear, how about you accept your place underneath me and my power?” Harry smirked, eyes black with lust.
Tom couldn't answer, too scared of the blade against his throat but he was also trying to keep in the little oxygen he had in his lungs. “This is the most beautiful gift anyone could ever give me.” Amazement laced with power in Harry's voice.
Harry kept talking as he manhandled Tom into the four poster bed he conjured in the middle of the Chamber. Harry did not hesitate to climb on top of Tom, who was panting, trying to catch his breath. However, Harry was not merciful to him, nor his clothes. The need to control, to own, to mark was becoming too much for Harry, so much that he disrobed him by shredding his robes, throwing their remains on the floor.
The first slash stilled the atmosphere. Both of them were wordless, panting loudly with need. Watching the other intensely with need, so much need. The blood from the shallow cut above Tom's heart was pooling over the pristine white sheets, it was, enticing.. “What a beautiful man you are, darling. You will look even more perfect with my marks all over your body.” Harry panted, blade still on Tom’s skin.
“Ah!” Was the only thing Tom could reply before the blade was cutting into his burning flesh once more, marking him, making him feel. His eyes were closing and opening every few seconds, only to watch Harry above him looking at him like he held the world. And if Harry kept looking at him like that, he would believe him.
“You, Tom Marvolo Riddle, are mine, for now until forever.” Tom looked up at him, tears running down his face, a smile was washing over his face. He held so much power over the man who was standing over him. Each new cut felt like a small dose of aphrodisiac. Both of them were smiling, giving away their need for more. Lust, need, want, bloodlust, trust, loyalty were all floating in the air.
Tom decided that he needed to mark the powerful man on top of him as well. He was blind to anything above him, he was long lost into the pool of avada green eyes. So lost that he came back to reality with a deep moan as the silver blade was lodged deep inside his thigh. “Oh!” Tom was lost, once again. He didn’t know what he wanted anymore, the only thing he knew was, “I want, no, I need more.”
“Your which is my command.” Answered Harry immediately, and he was amazed. He knew that from the moment their eyes met, he lost his will to fight to kill him. Harry was born to serve him. He would give anything to or for Tom. Anything the man asks, he would obtain it for him.
Harry undressed himself with a simple spell and began preparing Tom with a mix of conjured lube and blood running everywhere on Tom's lower body. He cried when Harry's first finger entered his previously untouched body. When Tom started responding, by moving his hips to try to impale himself on Harry's finger, the latter added another digit to try to prepare Tom for what was coming.
Tom was too dizzy to object and Harry decided to use that to his advantage before healing Tom. The latter thanked him for both the healing and the preparation. Tom took Harry in his arms, sitting on his legs. gliding his erection against Harry's as the latter's fingers re-entered him. Still shamelessly moaning, Tom decided to take Harry in one go, the pace too soft and slow for him. “Ah! Oh Tom! Aren't you just wonderful?”
Tom couldn't speak, all air left his body. All he could feel was the immense pressure in his gut, intertwined with the pleasure caused by the pain created by the blade slowly pacing on his torso. His head was thrown back, he felt too much, the stimulation was everywhere, inside and outside.
Harry needed to make him feel. He started to slowly trace a random pattern on Tom's torso with the blade. When the moans became needier, he started moving. Slowly at first, his hips barely moving, as he was concentrating on the blade. As much as he wanted to hurt the man in his arms, he refused to lose control right now, or ever.
Tom was long gone. He was trying to seek pleasure by any means necessary. He tried to impale himself on the blade, so Harry decided to drop the dagger and focus on impaling Tom with his dick instead. He did so by manhandling Tom on his back, and quickly re-entering deeper inside of him without leaving the other time to adjust.
“Hmm, still so tight my darling.” Murmured Harry in Tom's ear before biting into the other's neck adding even more marks. He tried his best to stay composed, unlike Tom who had long since given up any sense of control and has been moaning with abandon since the blade cut through his pale skin.
However it wasn't long before Harry's impatient nature caught up to him, and made him act more messily. And, another thought entered his mind and wouldn't leave until he turned it into reality. He wanted no, needed to mark Tom from the inside. He needed to paint Tom's inside white with his cum. He wanted to follow his more primal thoughts, those who lead him to this pleasure in the first place. He absolutely needed to own Tom.
With that in mind, and no more consideration for the moaning teen under him, Harry started to speed up his thrusts, becoming harsher and sloppier in his movements. All decorum forgotten, moans and deep groans, slapping and sloshing sounds were filling the air. Adding to the primal, sensual, sexual experience.
“No-no more-” and pleads were screamed, moaned, groaned, whispered, cried… With his pleasure and his new goal in mind, Harry would not stop until he would finish inside the other. “Dont you want to be marked from the inside, my darling Tom?” Whispered Harry before groaning has he changed the pace of his trusts again.”Ngnn, oh! Yes, Yes Yesss!” Was all Tom could muster in this moment, half screaming, half in parseltongue.
“Yes lovely, that's it, speak to me.” Harry urged him to keep spouting nonsense, as long as it was in parseltongue and sounded desperate, he would cum in no time. And Tom, as depraved as he was in this moment, delivered, “Oh! Ah! Harry, ngn, look what you are doing to meee”. That was it, he couldn't take it anymore, Harry took hold of Tom's hard cock and stroked it in time with his trusts, setting a punishing pace. He captured Tom's mouth to dominate him by every part of him that could be made to submit.
It all worked, the building tension shot at the same time as the boys release. Harry marked Tom in the depth of his being, and Tom coated Harry with pearly white cum. Both marking the other in their own way. Harry was still holding Tom in his arms, murmuring sweet nothings in his ears and holding him as they started drifting to sleep. But not before Harry casted a number of cleaning charms on them and on the bed.
They kissed again, knowing this was just the beginning of this newfound relationship. Harry would be marked next before they decided on what they would do. Even though, one thing is certain, they would have to be the other’s only one for life now, because, no one could even wish to recreate a pleasure as intense they just experienced.