Chapter 1
Tom Riddle had just gotten sucked off by Harry Potter, but—he couldn't even feel appeased about that fact. No, he was too stricken by the implications of Harry's words and actions during that encounter.
He felt cold. How was he to know that Harry didn't—that Harry wasn't—? Tom sucked in a harsh breath, unable to reconcile the memory of the young man's dispassionate expression while he gave Tom head with the fierce look in his eyes when he had agreed to Tom's bet. Those glittering emeralds had been alight with something burning, a bewitching anger that Tom admittedly aimed to incite as often as possible.
He loved seeing Harry so worked up; the life and challenge in his eyes had been what had initially attracted Tom in the first place, though it didn't hurt that Harry had a special kind of charm—with those wiry glasses and perpetually messy hair, he perhaps wasn't the most conventionally attractive, but there was definitely something beguiling about him.
Tom was digressing, though.
Harry's words echoed in his mind: “Because I wasn't allowed to. Your hand was at the back of my head. That means you would have punished me if I had pulled back.”
They sent chills down Tom's spine.
What the fuck—what the fuck—
That was—morbid, yes, but also—also—
The way he'd said it, as though it were an immutable fact—
“The whole point of this is to humiliate me, isn't it? I didn't want to take any chances.”
Tom had thought Harry was interested—why else would he have agreed to the terms? Of course, in retrospect, it likely had to do with the fact that Tom had deliberately goaded the other with condescending remarks about his skills, culminating in a fed-up Harry snarling out a furious agreement. Still, Tom hadn't given the matter much more thought; after all, for all that Harry Potter could be worn down or driven to impulsive decisions, he was also the most stubbornly noble person Tom had ever met, with an unyielding will—if Harry witnessed injustice, he would stop at nothing to see it corrected; and if he truly did not want to do something, no force on Earth could make him. Surely, then, he would have stood up for himself, instead of being baited, if he really wasn't keen on giving Tom a blowjob?
But no—obviously what Tom had overlooked was that, while Harry was still fierce in his defense of others, never letting anything stand between his protection of the helpless, he didn't extend the same consideration toward himself. It made Tom feel a revolting sense of guilt, made him feel like he had somehow taken advantage of Harry, even though that was not his intention in the slightest.
What was worse was that… a part of Tom was considering other avenues to force Harry's hand again, because honestly? Now that he'd experienced that mouth on his cock, Tom knew for a fact he'd never again be satisfied by anyone else.
“You'll have to think of something else if you want to fuck my throat again.” That was what Harry had told him right before he'd walked away, the terms of the bet fulfilled.
Tom already had ideas. Most of them hinged on determining the identity of Harry's boyfriend, so he could deal with the issue, and then Tom would use his charm and charisma to his full advantage—he'd get close to Harry, show him exactly what he could offer instead. Tom would treat Harry much better than however things were for him now, that was for damn certain.
He would have had his associates look into Harry and try to deduce who his mysterious boyfriend was—but Tom didn't trust anyone but himself to accomplish a task of such great importance. He would have to wait until summer to thoroughly investigate, which was inconvenient, but not unexpected; having kept close tabs on Harry throughout the school year, Tom knew there was no one within the walls of Hogwarts with whom the boy was involved.
Granted, Tom didn't know much about Harry's home life—he'd never needed to—but he was uncomfortably aware of the other's presence at the castle over the holidays mirroring his own; it was a clear indicator of tensions wherever he resided.
Perhaps someone had offered Harry an escape, a different environment, in exchange for sexual favours? Tom frowned; that didn't seem right… No, it was more likely that Harry had genuinely liked the person, and the relationship that would have resulted had gradually deteriorated until Harry was left trapped in a cycle of abuse.
Whatever the case, Tom was quickly coming to the conclusion that he would do almost anything to get Harry's mouth on his cock again—and if that meant charming the fuck out of Harry so he'd be receptive to Tom's advances… Well, there was a lot worse Tom could do.