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Tom had been having more shared dreams with Harry lately. The reason wasn’t clear yet, but most of the dreams they had been sharing always involved Harry’s dark past or that dreaded orphanage Tom hated so much.
He had been having more dreams lately, which would’ve been bad news usually. But lately, he had been having.. different dreams. He felt like a teenage boy in heat, he dreaded sharing those dreams with Harry more than the ones about Wools. He didn’t always realize he was dreaming until halfway through, but that made it more fun.
Harry had been invading his every thought. They weren’t lovers, no. Tom didn’t date, but Harry was his. His to use, his to own. His to fuck.
Luckily for him, all of his sexier dreams had yet to involve the real Harry.
Well, that was until tonight. Tom was frustrated. Nothing was working out how it was supposed to, Dumbledore was meddlesome and Harry was being a frustrating prick. That Malfoy heir had been getting on his nerves too, every time he looked at the sick puppy love look in his eyes it made him sick. He wanted to gauge his eyes out for even looking at his Harry.
He was hoping to have another good dream tonight, anything to get rid of these pent-up frustrations.
He dozed off easily that night.
When he opened his eyes again, his mind felt hazy. He blinked and wiped at his eyes when he felt something shift on his lap. His cock twitched, his eyes opened wide. Harry was sitting on his lap, cockwarming him.
Where was he?
He wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and looked around the room.
Oh, they were in the room of requirements. How fitting. It seemed that they were having a meeting before he had dozed off. How did it get to this point? His eyes met Malfoy’s, who quickly looked away.
He felt Harry’s hand reach out to touch his, his flushed gaze meeting Tom’s. "What are you doing?’’ He whispered fiercely, his brows creased. Harry looked so cute when he was angry.
"No idea, but I quite like this.’’ He grinned.
Did the others realize what was going on? Harry was covered with a blanket, but he could feel Harry’s soft thighs on his. He was naked under there, in front of all his men.
Orion cleared his throat. "My lord?’’ Tom glared at him, nipping at Harry’s neck. "What?’’
"We got the.. uhm, results back.’’ Tom snorted at his stutter, his laugh making his cock twitch inside Harry. Harry stiffened. He felt so incredibly full that he didn’t know what to do with himself.
How did he even get into this situation? He was supposed to be mad at Tom, not whatever this was! Last he remembered he was sleeping, and now he was here with Tom’s dick up his ass in a meeting of the knights.
He froze when he felt Tom’s hand slide under the blanket, grabbing at the skin of his thigh. His thumb was caressing his thigh, his hand slowly moving up and down his skin. It made his skin crawl, he felt utterly humiliated. No way these people didn’t know what they were doing.
Tom was claiming him, once again.
He couldn’t say anything, he didn’t want to make it more awkward for the other members.
"I don’t care.’’ Tom said eventually, taking a long pause between words.
Tom smiled, suddenly feeling a lot bolder now that he realized this was another one of his dreams. This dream version of Harry was a lot quieter than the usual one, maybe it had to do with his perception changing due to their little quarrel?
Doesn’t matter. He moved his hands upwards, having to stifle a quiet moan when he felt Harry lean into his chest. He wrapped his hand around Harry’s cock, but he didn’t move. Harry closed his eyes and tried to distract himself. He didn’t want to look at anyone, he didn’t want them to see him like this.
“I missed this.” Harry didn’t know what Tom was referring to, but it pissed him off. He clenched his thighs and felt the man underneath him squirm in his chair. “You don’t deserve this.” He grumbled. Tom lifted his head from the crook of Harry’s neck, looking at him intently as if he was trying to confirm something for himself.
Tom ran the tip of his finger over Harry’s cock, holding intense eye contact with him. Harry held his stare, glaring back at him with flushed cheeks.
Tom grinned and leaned over to kiss Harry, but Harry pushed him away before they could even make contact.
His mood considerably soured. Right, Harry didn’t know they were dreaming yet. He gave the people in the room another once over and decided that this was the perfect opportunity to prove to everyone who Harry belonged to, even if it was just their dream selves. He needed to see the heartbroken expression on Malfoys face as he watched Tom fucking Harry to tears, reaching the spots he knows Malfoy never could.
“Kiss me.” He hissed in parseltongue. The knights flinched, the rough sound of parseltongue still bringing chills to their very souls.
“Are you mad!? I’m not doing anything in front of all these people!”
Tom scoffed a laugh and smashed Harry’s face against his, their noses colliding roughly. Harry attempted to push him away, but the hold on his head was strong. Harry bit on Tom’s lip in retaliation, he didn’t want to humiliate himself even further. Tom had promised him to keep their situation hidden from the others, but this went against all those rules.
The hand on his cock finally moved, sending shivers down his spine. God, Tom was jerking him off. Everyone is watching.
He could feel their eyes on him even with his eyes closed, and he could feel their eyes dragging over the parts hidden by the blanket.
Tom ran his thumb over the slit, paying extra attention to moving just the way he knew Harry liked it. Harry intertwined his leg with Tom’s and did his best to keep his breathing even. His cheeks were a beautiful shade of red, a stark contrast to his lover's pale skin.
Tom shook his legs up and down in an attempt to gain some friction, it was getting increasingly harder to pretend he gave a damn and not fuck Harry into the desk.
Harry moaned into his mouth, unable to keep the sounds at bay. Harry had enough and pulled away from the kiss, attempting to glare at Tom through hazy eyes.
“Fuck you.” He grimaced. He was starting to get lost in the feeling, slowly rocking his hips back onto Tom’s at the same pace Tom was going.
Something in his mentality changed. Harry only noticed the dark look in his eyes for a split second before he was roughly pushed against the table. Tom held his head down against the table, the humiliation burned across his entire body as he locked eyes with Malfoy.
Not that this was unnoticed by Tom. “All of you, go do something useful. Malfoy stays.” Malfoy froze. The others quickly left the table and went their separate ways to follow the orders Tom had given them. Malfoy practically shrunk in his seat with the way Tom was glaring at him.
“..My lord?”
Tom smirked, grabbing his wand from his sleeve single-handedly. Harry struggled against his hold, but it was easier to hold someone down than to get up.
“Please-I-I didn’t mean–” Before he could even finish, Tom cast Silencio at him. “Silence! Stop staring at what is mine.” The malice dripped out of his voice, Harry couldn’t see his face but he was sure he looked angry. If it wasn't such a droughtful situation, he’d find it attractive.
Tom brought his fingers to Harry’s mouth, practically shoving three fingers into his mouth. Harry gagged, tears prickling in his eyes as he looked at his classmate. He didn’t want anyone to see him like this.
Tom grinned, “Since I’m such a merciful lord, I’ll let you watch.” The blush that appeared on his face only made Tom angrier. Dream self or not, he was really itching to kill the man. Not that Harry would approve, and he didn’t feel like letting him know that it was just a dream yet.
“Crucio!” Harry froze underneath him, the tongue that had been silently licking at his fingers stilled. Malfoy gasped out, squirming in his seat from the pain. He fell from his chair, clutching at his head. “Watch if you can.” He chuckled cruelly. Harry bit down on his fingers in an attempt to wiggle free. He felt the tears stinging in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down when he felt cold, hard metal being pressed against his throat.
“Calm yourself,” Harry whimpered, shifting away from the knife. “we wouldn't want you to get hurt, right?” Harry whimpered, his eyes once again drifting towards Malfoy who was rolling on the ground. The blade itched further into his skin. Only a little further and his throat would be split, Harry Potter would be no more, Tom thought gleefully.
Harry nodded, the knife itching further into his skin. Tom watched gleefully as the blood dripped down. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as Harry thought it would have.
“Now, where were we?”
Harry didn’t get another word in before his shirt was pushed up so that Tom could properly admire his back. He pulled his pants down properly and admired the smooth skin of Harry’s ass. He liked Harry way better this way. Struggling but obedient.
This was his Harry. Perfect as always.
Tom pulled himself all the way out before slamming his hips back in at a quick pace. Harry moaned against Tom’s fingers, gagging on them from the sheer force of being harshly fucked into.
God, how Tom had missed this. This is what he wanted, he finally got it. He needed Harry, he needed every inch of him, his every thought and his every waking hour.
Harry’s hair clung onto his forehead,his face feeling stick from the sweat and dried up tears. Tom angled his thrusts just right to hit his prostate. He nearly bit Tom’s fingers, moaning loudly. Tom relished in the sound and grinned at Malfoy, who had his eyes everywhere but the two of them. He was going crazy— because every second spent under the cruciatus curse felt like a century— Tom knew that from experience. He would survive, this was only a dream after all.
Tom pulled his fingers out of Harry’s mouth. Harry gasped and tried to regain his breath, leaning his head on his arms. Tom wiped Harry’s saliva on his shoulder. ‘’Ha–Tom.’’ Harry moaned out, the embarrassment was overpowering, but he was leaking on the table. He was so hard it hurt, he wanted Tom to let him cum already.
His lust-driven mind was put to a halt as his eyes trailed over to Malfoy, who was twitching on the floor. He had totally forgotten about him in his daze.
‘’Tom.’’ He tried again, more stern this time to catch his attention. ‘’You have to–ah! Stop that! You’re tortur–’’ Tom’s hand covered his mouth, he didn’t have to look back to know that Tom was irrationally angry because of his jealousy.
Tom grumbled under his breath and fumbled with his wand, pointing it at Malfoy to undo the curse. Harry let out a sigh of relief, but it didn’t last long as Tom threw Malfoy against the wall with another spell, knocking him unconscious.
‘’Is that what you wanted, Harry?’’ He said, his mocking tone annoying Harry greatly. Harry licked at Tom’s hand in retaliation, holding onto Tom’s arm for support. Tom glared at the back of Harry’s head, annoyed by how unbothered he was that Malfoy had been staring at him.
He’d let him know who he belonged to.
Tom reached for the knife again and sped his fallen pace up again. He leaned down next to Harry’s ear, his breath tickling him. ‘’Be good now.’’ Harry’s eyes darted to his, the defiance shining through strongly. The defiance didn’t last long when Tom removed his hand from Harry’s mouth and wrapped a hand around his cock, he practically melted in his hold. Tom timed his thrusts with the motion of his hand.
He barely noticed as the knife glided across the skin of his back, creating bloody scratches in its wake. Tom removed his hand from his cock for a moment, the stinging in his back suddenly noticeable. ‘’Tom, what are you–’’ Tom put the knife away and smiled at him. He leaned down and put his hand back on Harry’s cock, his complaints disappearing instantly. Tom nipped the skin of Harry’s neck with his teeth, sucking and nipping on it until the skin bruised.
He felt Harry tense under him before he said anything, Harry moaned loudly, ‘’Tomtomtom–’’ He chanted his name and thrust his hips desperately back into Tom’s to gain more friction. He was so close that his vision was swirling. Tom groaning into his ear was his breaking point, his world dissolving into pleasure. Tom froze as he felt Harry tense, the pleasure being so greatly over-powering that he had to imagine a naked Malfoy to keep himself in-check. This wasn’t over yet.
Harry shuddered, moaning loudly as Tom slowed his thrusts down. He collapsed further onto the table, the reality of the situation dawning on him. He came, in a room full of people. Everyone heard, everyone knew, everyone saw–
Tom kissed him deeply, rolling his tongue over Harry’s. Harry moaned into his mouth, a tired sigh leaving him. He was utterly exhausted, mentally and physically.
Tom shifted his hips, and Harry’s eyes widened in mortification. Tom hadn’t cum yet. Every brush of Tom’s hips sends him into overdrive, his prostate being viciously abused. It was all so much, the pleasure was starting to go into his head. All of his morals had flown out of the window.
And then, Tom stopped. Harry bit at Tom’s lip, sucking on the skin. Tom pushed Harry away, and to his surprise, he pulled out. Harry whined and looked back at Tom with contempt.
‘’Bastard.’’ He gritted.
Tom sat back down in his chair and pulled Harry forward and into his lap, ‘’Shut up.’’ Bruised lips met in a hot kiss. Tom lifted Harry’s hips and slowly let him sink down. Harry sighed into his mouth, Tom greedily sucked every sound out of him. His palm rubbed at the skin of Harry’s ass before coming down hard on the skin. Harry flinched and buckled his hips, the friction burning deliciously.
Tom pulled Harry away from him by his hair, ‘’Move.’’ He commanded. Harry glared at him through hazy eyes, but he still ground down on Tom. Harry looked so utterly pathetic, just for him.
He lifted his hips and came back down, Tom buried his face into Harry’s neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the skin as, mumbling small words of encouragement.
It was so painfully slow, Harry felt like his legs were dead weight. Tom was starting to feel incredibly impatient. But this was his dream. That meant that he could do whatever his heart desired.
And by just thinking about it, Harry’s hips started moving on their own. Tom’s hands came to his side. Harry’s eyes widened, incredibly confused. He couldn’t dwell on his thoughts for long as he repeatedly sunk down on Tom. The angle was just right and his dick sprung back to life, the pleasure being greater than the pain.
He didn’t know where he got the strength to move from, but it was working. Tom was moaning into the nape of Harry’s neck, his hands wrapping around Harry in a possessive hug. Every move set his skin on fire.
Tom shivered underneath him when he pushed him away, and Harry kissed him again. He whined against his lips, the painful orgasm building up again.
Harry couldn’t still his hips, tears stinging in his eyes. ‘’Fuck-hurts!’’
Tom squeezed the fat of Harry’s ass in his hand. He wanted to come with Harry, he wanted to mark him as his. He wanted to prove to Harry that he could please him, that he would be the first and last to do so.
He hastily grabbed ahold of Harry’s cock once more, wiping the cum of Harry’s stomach and using it as a makeshift lube. Harry separated himself from Tom to regain his breath, muttering. ‘’Nononoono cant-cantcant!’’
Tom could barely think, Harry’s desperation clouding his mind. He was so close, he just needed Harry to– ‘’Tom pleaseplease–’’ He came hard, his groan turning into a low moan.
Harry’s finally regained control over his hips, moaning loudly as he came for a second time. They leaned into each other as they tried to regain their breath, Harry pressing open-mouthed kisses to Tom’s chest in his post-orgasm high. Tom didn’t seem to mind the post-sex affection this time and cradled his head closer to his chest.
Time seemed to start again as he heard low murmurs come from inside the room, he pushed himself up slightly and saw that Malfoy was starting to wake up. Tom laughed at Harry’s humiliation, even more so when Harry hit him on his shoulder. ‘’You bastard! What are we going to–’’
Tom pulled him forward and kissed him, sweeter than his usual kisses. He pulled back just as quickly, ‘’Let’s wake up, shall we?’’
‘’You–!’’
And with that, it was over.
Harry opened his eyes, feeling sweaty all over.
He was in his bed, in the dorm room. He shot up in his bed and pulled his curtains open. Tom’s curtains were still closed, and he didn’t know if he just had the craziest wet dream of his life or if it was a shared dream. They had never had a shared dream like.. that before.
He rushed towards the shared bathroom, his reflection staring back at him with a look of horror. His entire neck was marked with hickies. There was a faint scab on his throat from the knife.
He hesitantly reached out to touch it, his fingers gliding across the marks.
It was real. The dream had been shared.. Did Tom know?
‘’Let’s wake up, shall we?’’
That bastard, he totally knew!
Harry gritted his teeth. He was supposed to be angry with Tom for trying to blatantly cross their rules, and definitely not have sex with him. If he knew it wasn’t a dream then–
He could hear the other students starting to wake up and quickly got his wand out, mumbling a spell to cover the hickies on his neck and chest. He had Quidditch practice later, so he couldn’t let anyone see these..
Tom was usually always around to bother Harry, especially when he was angry. But this morning, Tom was nowhere to be found. Not in any of his usual spots, and during class he just gave him an infuriating smile whenever he noticed Harry staring.
Tom knew that when Harry noticed, he would come to him.
The Quidditch practice went great. Harry felt a little sore in his lower back and his arse but he managed to keep it mostly to himself. His arse he understood, but his back.. Tom had pushed him against the table face first, not back.
Nope, he shouldn’t be thinking of that right now. He was mad at Tom, very mad.
He did not need to think of such things. That’s a conversation to have when Tom properly apologizes.
He pulled his shirt off and grabbed a fresh towel, ready to go wash off the sweat after a busy practice.
‘’Potter, what the hell is that?’’ He froze, looking over at Abraxas. Had Tom left any marks on his back?
‘’Oh, the bruises are from pra-’’
‘’No, not the bruises! The damn scratches.’’ Abraxas’ worried words quickly quieted down when he realized what the letters stood for.
Scratches? Tom wouldn’t–...the knife.
‘’..I have to go.’’ Harry put his clean shirt on and rushed out of the locker room with his stuff. He could shower in the dorms later, he needed to look at his back, in private.
He pulled his shirt off again and turned around, looking back into the mirror. He saw the letters T.M.R etched into the skin of his lower back, right above his left cheek. He felt a lot of things, embarrassment a the fact that people would be seeing that until it healed, anger at the fact that Tom had tried to claim him once again even though he persisted that he and Harry weren’t dating and, much to his shame, arousal.
Tom claimed him.
He knew why he did it, he had been jealous of Malfoy. He even tortured Malfoy in that dream, he knew Malfoy would be the one to see it. It was shameful and incredibly stupid.
Harry put his shirt back on and rushed to the common room, immediately picking Tom out of the crowd. Before Tom could even greet him with that stupidly handsome face of his, Harry cast a hex his way.
‘’You prick!’’ Tom was able to jump out of the chair at the last second. The knights cowered in fear. Harry might’ve been well-liked by Tom, but this must’ve pushed his limits. Tom looked greatly amused, probably planning this poor fool's end.
Instead, he laughed. ‘’Whatever do you mean?’’
‘’You knew! You knew it was a dream!’’ He cast a hex at him between each of the words, Tom doing nothing but casting annoyingly strong shields or simply sidestepping the spells.
‘’Oh? I didn’t know it was, you’ll have to show me proof.’’ The smug look on his face only made Harry’s embarrassment grow.
Rosier was the first who spoke up, glaring at Harry for even daring to cast a hex at Tom. "What’s your problem? Aren’t you going to deal with him, my lord?’’ Tom’s smug smile fell, immediately glaring at Rosier.
"How I handle Harry’s defiance is none of your business, Rosier.’’
"I’m so–’’ Tom held his hand up and completely ignored whatever sputtered out of his mouth, looking back at Harry. ‘’Let’s talk about it later, I’d love to see the proof. For now, I believe we have a potions class to get to. Wouldn’t want to keep Professor Slughorn waiting.’’
Harry glared at him half-heartedly, "As if! You just want–’’ Tom walked past him without a glance and exited the common room. Harry grumbled under his breath.
He’d get his payback, one day they’d be in a dream of his own.
But for now, he had to keep pretending to be mad at that smug bastard.