Umm, are people still reading this?
The lapping of the calm ocean waves was all Harry could hear. That, and Tom’s snoring. It was near midnight, and they were both lying on the blanket Harry had set out earlier. Tom’s arm was lazily flung over Harry’s chest and he had the most serene expression on his face.
Harry shifted a bit, so now he was facing Tom. He carefully raised his hand, and used his fingertips to trace the outlines of Tom’s face. Soon his fingers were gently carding through his hair.
“Oh love. The things you do to me.”
Tom shuffled a bit, but gave no signs that he was awake.
Harry took this time to monologue, that’s what all the heroes in the story did at dramatic moments. This seemed dramatic enough. (Of course he was nowhere near the hero. But, hey, who wouldn't want to talk al- Oh God, he was turning into Tom)
“I really used to hate you. Like really really really hate you. Like on a scale of one to stealing my Reese’s, you fucking stole my whole stash, and killed my parents. I mean you did kill my parents.” Harry’s hand was still fingering (not that you dirty people) through Harry’s hair.
His face scrunched up a bit. “I mean you did kill my parents, but it wasn't you, not really. How could it be? You were barely surviving. Eight was always the limit. You were so close. I was so close to losing you . I always put the blame on you for my upbringing. I mean, how could you NOT!? You were like th e evil dude. Dark incarnate. Tom Riddle, angsty teenager extraordinaire!”
Tom shuffled a bit more, it was very eggciting (SEA what I did there? I’ll stop now). Harry carried on with his monologue. “It was always him though, wasn’t it! The barmy bastard had set everything up! Every single point in my life was set up. How he carefully unfolded his master plan. Which, ultimately sucked, in the end. I'm so glad I caught his soul. It's funny seeing him go through his worst nightmares over and over again. But you gotta admit, the fucker had dedication. He was there at every turn!” His voice got quieter, his words no longer containing anger, but a sadness. A great sadness, much like the feeling you get when you almost drop a croissant.
“And you fell, fell into every trap. Because he could not see past the little boy that acted so much like his former lover. So, he cautioned, and manipulated, and he got his way.”
Harry shifted again, so he was laying flat on his back, his hand now resting on Tom’s head.
“But do not worry my love, because I’ve got you, and I’m never letting you go.” I love you.
And when Tom was sure Harry was asleep, he whispered, “I love you too.”
/::/::/::/::/
“MORNING HAS BROKEN!” Harry’s beautiful, ear splitting, peace shattering voice, rang true, scaring away a flock of birds.
“Good,” Harry said, “don’t want no Goddamn birds.”
All the Boys groaned, because it was like this everyday, Harry would scream something like, “HERE COMES THE SUN DO-DO-DO-DO!” And the birds would fly away, only to come back, and then, the next day, “WAKE UP IN THE MORNING FEELIN’ LIKE P DIDDY!” It was an endless cycle. More fun on Harry’s part though. Cause he was kinda (totally batshit) insane.
The boys didn't care though. They had been here for a few months, some of the boys bordering on years with the couple, they liked Harry and Tom well enough.
Tyler was up first, and he was coming to the campfire, where Harry was making breakfast. Of course, Harry could just snap food into existence, but his homemade food always seemed to taste better. Richer, more filling, killing your taste buds, just for them to be resurrected by the sheer amount of taste that you had consumed.
As Harry finished flipping the eggs, he poofed up a stack of paper plates, took one, put the eggs on it, and gave it to Tyler. Jared and Chris were next in line. Jared still seemed to be half asleep, his brown hair was covered with sand, and resting on Chris’s shoulder. Chris kept moving his shoulders up and down in an attempt to wake Jared up. It was a failure.
Out of the remaining four, only Noah and Isaiah were up, and they didn't look very hungry. Considering they were almost falling asleep again.
Tom was just waking up, on the blanket he and Harry had shared last night. He wondered if last night was a dream. Had Harry really meant those things? He knew Harry had loved him, they had been soulmates since the beginning of the universe, which Harry made when he was bored.
“Hey! You!” Tom got no answer. He was standing on nothing, floating through space. This was new, this was something he was not used to. He was floating through Purgatory, when suddenly it felt like a string was tied to his chest and pulled.
Now Tom didn't know this person, they looked vaguely familiar, but Tom would've remembered someone like this. Tall, strong build with muscular arms, wild jet black hair that looked good messy, in a ‘I just had sex’ way (because that's what Tom had to think about at this time. Priorities).
When the man turned, he studied his face, the perfect jawline, accompanied by bright green eyes (green eyes he knows those green eyes the green eyes that he last saw-his last breath-he was dyingdyingdying)
“Hello Tom, I want to grant you a wish.”
They were still floating through space.
What wish could he possibly want, there was no being powerful enough, except for those on the-.
It hit him, then, what the man was wearing. A dark purple suit, with galaxies, planets, and stars all over it. If you looked close enough, you would be able to see the specks of stardust floating around the man’s hair.
“I'm sorry, my Lord, for not recognizing you earlier, I hope you can forgive my impertinence-”
The being waved him off, his eyes sparkling. Not like Dumbledore’s. Never like Dumbledore's.
“None of that lord business,” He paused, a breathtaking smile that could power a star (which really, it could, he was the Creator ) overtaking his face. Tom was unabashedly staring at the man. “If you must know though, I prefer master.”
Was the Lord of the Universe teasing him?
“Yes, yes I was, but I was serious about that wish bit.”
“I’m dead.” Tom deadpanned. “What could I possibly get? Everyone knows that even as powerful as you are, no one can stop death, for it is just a natural way of life.”
“Well then,” the being paused, smirked, and said, “Well, I guess everyone doesn't know everything about me.”
Tom sputtered. “W-w-what? Y-you can't stop Death!” Tom hurried to correct his mistake, “Respectfully, my lord.”
“My dear Tom, let me let you in on a secret,” The being paused, floated over, because they were still floating through space, the Creator cupped his hands together, and whispered into Tom’s ear, “I can stop myself anytime I please.” A long pause followed.
And so, like two fingers about to touch, two magnets coming together, Tom figured it out.
“My lord,” Tom licked his lips nervously, now bordering on panic, “You mean to tell me, that you are not only the Creator, but also...Death?”
The grin that adorned the entity's face was more than a little insane. “Yes, Tom, that's exactly what I'm saying. Now, about this wish thing..”
“Do you want your eggs scrambled?” A voice asked.
“Yes, now go away.” He mumbled.
“You wish.”
“Yes, I do wish.” Tom was just starting to fall back asleep.
“You’ve already used all your wishes, dear.” Harry commented. Tom was going to die. He always forgot how handsome this man was. It should be illegal. Maybe-
“What if I wanna fuck?” Well, it seems that Tom’s mouth was thinking ahead.
“You know, you only need ask. § And I am always eager to give my beloved what he wishes for.§” Oh God. That was kinda hot. Parseltongue was always a bit of a turn on. Especially the way he said it.
“Then suck it Harry.”
“I think not. You are mine”
“I don't know what the fuck you just said-”
Tom yelped as he was bitten on the neck.
“Hold still for me, love.” Harry murmured lovingly.
“Still don't know what the fuck you said-”
§Yess!§ Tom cried, §right there. Need you. Need you so much!§
“No. I just think, I’ll go away, like you asked me too.” Harry's smirk was evil. He rose to his knees, and started to rebuttiong his shirt, when did he take off his shirt-
Tom pouted. “Please! I didn't mean it! You can't just leave me like this!” Harry was already walking away though.
“Payback!”
“For what?” Tom said indignantly.
“Remember when I was your father? You still wouldn't stop asking me! People frown upon that Tom!”
“Hey! You know you really didn't seem to care when I was screaming your name, and you were pounding into to me, your beautiful body towering over-”
“TOM. Wait for the kids to be somewhere else. You will answer for this later.”
“Of course, master. ”
Harry's answering smirk sent shivers down his spine.