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if I had only known you	By : sailorsimon Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 23798 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 2: I spy with my little eye…

"Good boy, Potter."

Riddle waved the wand wordlessly and in a bright yellow flash of light, with the exception of a Basilisk's corpse and a phoenix, the chamber of secret was empty.

When Harry opened his eyes, he realized he was inside a hotel room. The room itself was pretty empty and rather austere. Harry felt so bleak and unsafe, standing within these unknown walls.

"Where...?"

"A hotel room obliviously, what does it look like?"

Tom was already undressing himself; he first got rid of his black robe, followed by his grey blazer and then practically ripped off his jumper. It felt so good to be able to do it for real once more. Just as little more to be flesh and blood again, he thought. He then turned around to face the puzzled and rather scarred expression on Harry's face. Again with this dilemma: do I feel bad about it or do I just plain enjoy it? Either way, Tom felt inexplicably bound to answer Potter's question a little bit more thoroughly.

"It's just some muggle hotel I remembered getting a particularly good night sleep in, that's all and moreover that's all you need to know. Now undress and get on the bed"

"Where is Ginny!"

Harry was getting sick and tired of Riddle's condescending attitude. The older boy only smirked at his anger and pointed him to a corner of the room where, close by a television, was the body of the little red-haired girl. Harry ran to her side and checked her pulse, it was regular. He felt so relief and gently ran his hand across the little girl's face.

"See, I've respected my end of the bargain, now it's your turn."

Tom couldn't wait to be truly alive again and he quickly approached the Gryffindor as Harry turned back to face him. Riddle was walking with assurance and determination toward the smaller boy. His eyes were now so full of anger and greed for life that Harry could clearly see the red within Tom's dark orbs. He knew he couldn't escape it; he had made a deal with the devil. Still he hoped... and there it was: his wand lying on a desk. But just as he caught a glimpse of it, he felt the Slytherin's firm hand squeezing his right arm tightly.

"Don't you even think about it Potter, I thought I made myself clear."

And with a wave of Riddle's arm the wand vanished. Harry might have been a Gryffindor, but now all strength and courage seemed to have abandoned him as Tom glared at him with fire in his eyes. He looked just about ready to kill him.

"Please... can I at least... clean myself?"

The older teen seemed to calm himself down and his irises came back to their original darkness. He took a step back and examined the dirty boy. He was covered in sweat, blood and black dirt from the chamber. His clothes were basically ruined. Riddle sighted.

"Fine, there is a bathroom on your left, there's a shower in it.

"Th-thanks... "

Harry rushed to the bathroom without another word or thought. He just closed and locked the door behind him and took off his clothes one by one, letting them fall to the floor as though nothing mattered. His mind was done racing, he knew he couldn't beat Riddle, he was lucky to even still be alive. More importantly, he knew trying anything meant putting Ginny's life in danger once more and he just couldn't take a chance like that ever again. Harry opened the shower and let the warm water clean him.

As the Slytherin heard the bathroom's door close and a few moments later the sound of the shower start, he let himself fall into a nearby chair. Like many times in his life, he was overwhelmed. Too much questions went through his head, too many feelings ran across the heart he thought had turned to stone years ago. He didn't want to do this, no matter how much pain he wanted to inflict upon the young Gryffindor, but he had no choice. Potter had made his decision. Tom honestly preferred him over the Weasly girl. He had only ever bedded men before and quite frankly the idea of doing it with a little girl sickened him. Not that the prospect of violating a 12 year old boy particularly enchanted him either.

Whilst this wasn't technically pedophiliac, seeing as they were both minor, it was still pretty sick and no matter how twisted Tom was, he was still sane enough to see that. Even if he really did hate Potter for what he had done to him or rather to Voldemort, Riddle really had no desire to rape the boy. He knew firsthand what that was like. He tried convincing himself:

No! I mustn't think like that, I mustn't think about those awful memories. I cannot let myself be weaken by those pitiful feelings, I must stay strong, not let it get to me. I have to do this, it's the only way. He was the one to choose after all! I have no reason to feel this way.

Yet he just couldn't help himself. Deep down, he felt plain guilty. He had felt that pain and literally didn't wish it upon his worst enemy.

Meanwhile in the bathroom, Harry's was calming down. His mind had stop racing and he was simply cleaning himself, appreciating the hot water and the feel of the soap on his skin. Maybe he should have just listened to Dobby and not have come to Hogwarts this year, he though and couldn't help but smile. The idea of what was to come then started to form in his mind. He was about to lose his virginity... and to a man no less. Harry didn't know which of the two freaked him out the most. Harry didn't know the first thing about sex, and he had never even though about another boy in that way. Though to be fair, he had never thought of a girl in that way either. He could tell a beautiful girl apart form an ugly one just as well as he could tell a handsome boy from an ill-looking one. Furthermore, He had seen boys and girls flirting in the past but he himself had never felt those feelings people ironically call "magical" for anyone, really. So the whole "both of them being men" issue just seemed... less important to him somehow.

He remembered how Uncle Vernon once talked about those disgusting queers who now lived in their neighbourhood. This happen when he was just 8, he remembered. A gay couple had just moved in the house across the street. They seemed like nice enough people, no matter what his uncle said. Then again, most of what his uncle said was full of prejudice and ignorance and that, Harry had figured it out on his own quite early in his life. He even remembered one time when he had scratched his leg after Dudley had pushed him on the ground to amuse his friends. One of the men, Vince had immediately yelled at the kids, scaring them off and his boyfriend Will disinfected the wound and put a band-aid over it. So indeed to Harry the idea of two men together wasn't a big deal.

The really important issue was the sex part of it all. Harry had heard people talk about it, he had read some stuff about it, and he had listened to people talk about it on the radio and on television but still had never had the contact with the real thing before. He knew had it worked in theory. He even knew how it worked with two men, but that still didn't do anything to help. On the contrary, it only made him freak out even more. He took some time to calm down. He figured the most rational thing to do was simply to take it step by step. First of all he figured that since he was the one who would be... taken, he needed to... prepare. Harry was so confused. Sex was supposed to be about pleasure, or at least that's what he had heard. He simply couldn't understand how this sort of intrusion could be pleasurable. Still, if it had to happened, he'd rather be prepared.

Harry looked around for some object he could use. Finding none, he resolved to simply using his finger. He first coated his left hand in soap before bringing it to his behind. He started rubbing his butt cheeks slowly. It felt weird somehow. He had never tried touching himself like that before. It wasn't bad just... strange. He then brushed pass his ass crack and felt a tingle in his lower stomach. He decided to carry on with the exploration of his nether region. He used his other hand to grab his left ass cheek, allowing the exposure and access to his sweet pink puckered hole. Harry first touched is anus slightly with the tip of his finger. He gasped, realizing the great sensitivity of his asshole. Yet, the feeling he got from it was rather nice and so he started circling his cute little entrance, feeling the heat rising up in his body as he did so. Harry began to feel so warm and good, the hotness of his cheeks indicating to him how furiously he was blushing. As he gently pushed his finger inside, surprised at the tightness of his own anus, his penis suddenly began to get hard.

Harry was a little surprise at this. He had had boners before but never like this. He had never felt these immense waves of pleasure flowing throughout his entire body just by getting hard. Usually it happened to him when he was nervous or stressed about something. It was never anything but a rather painful annoyance to him. But now it felt so good, so right. It did hurt, but not like before. This time he knew what to do. It just felt so natural to him. He didn't need to ask himself any question. When his meat got fully solid, he just knew what the next step was. He slowly took a hold of his dick with his unoccupied hand and started squeezing and moving it down and up his shaft.

Harry hadn't realized he had made any noise, but Tom sure had. He had been taken right out of his thoughts by the boy's gasp and slow moans. He slowly and silently approached the bathroom door and whispered a quick alohomora accompanied by a swift hand movement. He then very discretely pushed the door open revealing quite a sight. One that the teen would have pretty much never imagined, even in the current situation. Harry, a finger up his ass, playing sensually with his little pink butthole and hand jacking off his rather big for his age prick. Tom was just completely puzzled as to what to do or think. Part of him was just paralyzed by incredulity. Another part told him to just close the door, let the boy finish off and get on with things.

Then Harry turned a bit to the left as he felt something rising up inside of him and more particularly within his dick. In doing so he unwittingly shoved his buttock right in front of Tom's gaze. Tom felt his need growing in his underwear. He tried to calm himself down. More importantly he tried to get himself to think of anything else so his groin would soften. It started to work but just then Harry had to go further. Indeed, the boy was beginning to get so tired from all the back and forth efforts and fingering action to keep procuring himself all those waves of pleasure. So naturally he had to remove his finger from inside his backdoor so he could put his hand on the bathroom wall and rest some of his bodyweight on it as his other hand kept working his rod.

This left his poor little rose hole all alone at the mercy of Riddle's eyes and the boy began to lose all self control as his cock began to rise up again. This time the young man knew there was nothing he could do to get himself out this heat that was starting to consume him. For the first time he truly did realize how beautiful Harry was. Before he could have just dismissed him as charming or adorable, but know it was clear to him; Harry Potter was not only handsome, but also increasingly sexually appealing. Good dam, he could just eat the boy up with a spoon! His hair was all dark and wild. His body was slim and hairless. His snow-white skin was flawless and looked so smooth that Tom felt in desperate need of touching it. He had long legs, strong arms and manly hand with long fingers that he was sure had a firm grip even for his age.

And that ass! Oh god that sweet ass! It was just big enough, plumb and nice. Tom just kept imagining it bouncing up and down in the air. His ass cheeks were just so round he felt like giving them such a good smack. Oh yeah Harry was such a naughty boy he deserved to get spanked a hundred times until his backside was perfectly red, hot and stingy. To would gladly do the spanking: anything to touch those sweet pale cheeks which definitely needed some colour. Harry then spread his legs as though he was deliberately determined to drive Tom to insanity by exposing more of his scrumptious body parts. And how deliciously attractive that body part was, Tom mused. As Harry bended down a little due to his body's difficulty to cope with all the pleasure he was giving himself, his arse parting in two, he completely revealed his luscious rosebud to his enemy. This display was more than enough to drive Tom over the edge and made him realize just how very tight his trousers were. He quickly unbuttoned them, along with his shirt which he trough on the floor before pulling his pants and briefs down. He took his long and fat stick in his hands started wanking at practically the same rhythm as Harry, all the while not missing a single minute of Harry's anal disclosure.

As Tom liked one of his fingered before starting to stimulate his left nipple, he stared shamelessly into the pink hole and liked his lips at its perfection. It was so small yet so darn sexy. Tom had to resist the urge to just go over the little boy, get down on his knees and start liking and kissing that boy's pretty little anus. Tom was certain little Harry tasted delicious down there. Then again Tom pretty much always enjoyed the taste of guy's ass; so musky and manly. Although he felt shameful to admit it and considered it to be one of the lowest forms of degradation, Tom had always been a fan of rimming; both on the receiving or giving end. Besides the oblivious hotness surrounding the sight alone of a nice warm and sweaty man's booty, there was so much more to it. First there was the sweet scent literally radiating with manliness.

Then there was the skin contact of his lips with the smooth skin of the butt and the far more sensible feel of the anal region as a whole as well as the soft touch of the perineum. And then the taste; Tom had never though he would like it. First time he had done it he really didn't have a choice as his face had been forced into the older guy's butt crack and his nose pinched until he was force to open his mouth. The guy forcing his head in had told him to lick if he valued his life and so he had no choice but to comply. Although surprised at first, Tom had quickly come to love it and had proceeded to eat out the asshole like his life depended on it, which at the time it did. Fortunately for him that older bastard as well as all the other guys he had rimed after that in the past had all been very self-conscious about their personal hygiene and Tom could tell Harry was just as extremely clean in that particular part of his anatomy.

Tom could just tell the taste of this cute little bum hole was going to be succulent. As he kept working on his penis, he imagined all the things he'd like to do to that fine little arse. First he would start by inhaling it and taking in the sweet smell of adolescence. He would then commence kissing and sucking on each of the butt cheeks, all the while getting screams of pleasures and deep moans from his nemesis. He would then bite into his butt skin, not too hard to make it too painful for the boy, but enough to leave marks at various places: marks that would serve to mark Harry as his property. To appease the young Gryffindor he would then let his tongue pass all over his little backside, knowing all the licking would help to make the pain go away. He would then spread his cheeks, lick on each sides of his asshole and circle around it with his tongue to tease him.

He would then quickly dart the pucker with the tip of his tongue a couple of times before giving it a nice long and huge lick. He would follow up with many quick licks which would both tickle and pleasure Harry who would start melting under his attentions. Then he would spread the cheeks even further apart to open the puckered entrance as much as possible and just literally plunge his labial organ inside the muscle circle and fully taste his captive. Afterwards, he would go even further by moving his tongue within the rectal canal, latching at Harry' anal walls in order to make him quiver with desire for more. Oh yeah, before long he would have the little guy begging for that older boy's dick up his ass. Tom would finish his meal by planting his teeth delicately yet fiercely into the meat ring, assuredly making Harry cum without even the slightest stimulation to his shaft.

With all these images of salad tossing literally tossing through his mind, combined with the superb view of a sexy young Gryffindor touching himself, Tom was not surprise to feel his release coming a lot sooner than usual. However, just as he kept pumping he couldn't help but let a yelp escape his pink lips which was unfortunately heard by Harry who was just as close to coming as Tom. The boy turned around and, seeing Tom starring, stopped all action tried and covering himself up with the shower curtain. Tom quickly putted his trousers back on and went to sit back down in his chair, furiously blushing.

Harry eventually got out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe far too large for him. Tom turned to look at him and saw fire in the boy's eyes.

"How dare you spy on me! You had not rights."

Although Tom agreed deep down, he just could not admit that he was wrong, so instead he decided to tease Harry even more.

"Well it's not my fault you were so laud. I had to come and check on you. You could have been trying to escape."

Tom said quietly before getting out of his chair and facing the wall so as to avoid another frankly disturbing eye contact with Harry.

"Still, you didn't have to... you know."

Harry went to face him and quickly glanced at Tom's crotch while saying that and the Slytherin understood that the boy knew he had been masturbating while watching him. This just angered and shamed him even more and he turned to avert the boy's eyes once again. His pride was now hanging in the balance so first tried denying everything.

"I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about."

"Oh please, you totally had one hand... down there."

Harry was just not going to let him get away with it so easily. Tom was angrier than ever and turned to face the boy with deep red eyes that almost burned through Harry's skin who took a few steps back.

"Like you are one to talk; the guy who had one hand squeezing his tiny prick while the other was busy feeling his buns and playing with his arsehole."

Harry, though still a little scared couldn't just take that without a comeback.

"Well it's not like I really have a choice here! I mean you are going to... to..."

Seeing the pain and fear in the boy's gorgeous emerald eyes, Tom calmed down a little.

"Look I'm sorry... I don't want to do this to you anymore than you want me to do it to you, I just..."

Tom tried putting his hand on the boy's shoulder but it was quickly knocked aside by Harry who looked furiously at him.

"Ha ha! You're so full of it! You just can wait to do it!"

"That's not..."

"True? Oh yes it is. Just admit it Tom, you can't wait to hurt me again."

Tom frown, exasperated and angry.

"Hey I'm not the one making the bloody rules here! It's not my fault the ritual requires blood taken from a virgin. Besides you're the one who chose this. Don't you think you're being a little unfair here!"

"Unfair! You took my parents away from me, you were going to kill Ginny and you tried to kill me. I think I'm being more than fair when I say that you are nothing but a murderer!"

Tom was surprisingly hurt by that remark and tried to defend himself.

"Hey I did not kill your parents, Voldemort did!"

"Like it makes a difference; you killed that girl just because she was muggleborn when you were just sixteen. You were always the same. You have always been a killer. Like it or not, you are the one responsible for the death of my mom and dad and you would have killed me as an infant if you could have and you know why? Because you're evil, you just are and you always will be. There's just nothing else to you but a selfish monster."

Tom was completely shocked and was having a hard time trying to stay calm and retaining his composure. For the first time since he had discovered his powers, not only was someone courageous enough to stand up to him, but the things he heard actually affected him. Hearing the pain and sadness in the boy's voice and seeing the anger in his eyes made him feel genuinely guilty and remorseful. He no longer had any witty remarks or savant comebacks to throw at the kid. Tom didn't think he had ever felt this horrible about himself. The emotions were rising up inside of him along with a powerful rage. He was really beginning to hate Harry potter. Before, he just hated him by principle, because he had vanquished his future self when he was just a baby. But now the boy was making him doubtful, making him loose his legendary coldness and focus, and he hated him for that. He had spent years solidifying his amorality and antipathy but now, the boy's words were echoing in his mind and shattering his internal barriers and that, he just could not stand for it. When tears began to form in his eyes, he knew he couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop it!" he ordered.

Seeing the tears, Harry should have known to stop, but it felt so good to see his enemy finally feeling remorse for his acts, it was so satisfying to see him loose his cool. So, against his better judgment he kept going further.

"What's wrong? Can't take the truth is that it? Can't accept the fact that you took everything from me and made my life miserable? Can't deal with the fact that you're just a monster who enjoys torturing people? Face it Tom, anyone who enters your life ends up either hurt or dead."

"Stop it." Tom's voice was almost silent and he started backing up until he touched the wall. Harry enjoyed this and went forward, getting closer and closer to Riddle as he kept tormenting him. His voice took a sarcastic tone as he decided to hit below the belt.

"You know, it wouldn't be so bad if you were just a murdering fiend but no, of course you also have to be a homo-pedophile rapist!"

"Stop it… please." Tom sounded like he was begging, but Harry was so happy to see the table turns and finally be the one in power over the older boy that he just couldn't help himself. He got so close that his mouth was only a few inches from Tom's ear.

"Come on, admit it. You were totally getting off watching me naked. You just wanted to get closer so you could take me against my will right then and there. Tell me. What excites you the most? That I'm a boy? Or that I'm still just a kid, you perverted freak!"

Tom cracked. He just couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop it… Stop it… I said Stop it!"

And before Harry knew what had happened, he was laying on the bed with Tom on top of him, the older boy's hands holding down his wrist and his knees keeping his legs from moving.

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