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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 3: Stop it. Stop it! Stop it? !

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

Harry was completely petrified now. He no longer had the guts to say any more cold or harsh words to his captor. In fact, he no longer had the guts to say much of anything. Tom's gaze had gone beyond fire. Harry though he might have been able to gather up some courage again if what he had seen in those eyes was the red of fury or hatred. But this was just different. His eyes were neither in their normal black state nor in their fiery red one. This colour was one Harry had never seen before. It was pretty much a mixture of the two, giving a rather burgundy shade. While Harry was puzzled by them, the expression that accompanied those eyes left no place for interpretation. It was an unmistakable combination of cold rage and lethal desire. Harry thought: "so this is the colour of passionate death": a murdering glare, the kind that you felt could kill you if only let it.

Tom's face had become a mask of frozen bitterness which, Harry though matched just about perfectly with the winter paleness of his skin. Harry knew he had crossed all the lines he could have possibly crossed with that person. One who was not only stronger and more powerful than he was, but who also had already several reasons to want him dead. He cursed himself for his own daring and foolishness. The Gryffindor felt the older boy's warm breath on him. It smelled nice and minty and Harry shuddered when he felt a shiver down his spine as the hot air came in contact with the bare skin of his neck. That's when the boy realized he had not stopped starring at the teen's face. Harry couldn't help but notice the beauty of it and he wondered; how could a demon possess such angelic features? Yet, as he examined the Slytherin's expression more thoroughly what he saw in it was nothing beautiful. Indeed, the boy noticed something that further afraid him: disdain. An undeniable superiority mangled with disgust was engraved in Tom's features. It made Harry feel like he was worthless, like his life was totally insignificant. He felt like he was nothing under that gaze and whatever happened to him was not important.

Suddenly the young man above him slowly let go of one of his harms. Harry felt a slight release that was cut drastically short when both his wrists were harshly squeezed by Riddle's left hand and brought above his head. The boy let out a quick cry of surprise as his nemesis' right hand went to caress his groin through the bathrobe's fabric. Harry moan softly as his cheeks began to boil up. He looked at Tom with a mix of confusion and embarrassment. Tom began to spoke in a sensuous and distinctively cruel voice.

"My, my... what do we have... here?"

"Wha... what are you... doing?"

Harry was having a hard time speaking and breathing normally as Tom accelerated his movements in his lower region.

"Again with the dumb inquiries, Potter. What does it look like I'm doing?"

Then Harry began feeling less horny and more scared as the strokes became less gentle and controlled and more rapid and rough.

"I'm doing exactly what you told me. I'm being the very monster you told me I was. You should be happy... I'm going to... what words did you use again? Oh yeah! Take you against you will right here and there!"

Tom's hand went under the bathrobe and his moves took a definitely violent pace.

"Ah! Please... it..."

"Hurts? ! Is that it? ! Do you think it actually hurts? ! Oh believe me Potter; you have nothing to worry about... because you've yet to experience any real kind of pain!"

And with that Tom undid the knock of the robe. The garment remained attached by some buttons so he simply ripped it open, still holding Harry down with his own body, his right hand now holding Harry's meat in its grasp. Tom smirked and spoke viciously in the boy's ear.

"Again... don't worry... I'll take care of that."

He began pumping Harry's cock furiously. He then licked and bit sharply into the boy's ear, enjoying the cries of pain he got out of him.

"See... told you. And that's just the beginning."

Tom used his free hand to arc Harry's back, bringing his chest closer to him; the teen lowered his head and took of the boy's nipple into his mouth; licking, sucking and biting at it until a little blood came out. The desperate yelp of pain that came from his enemy was all the incisive he needed to continue, so he started giving the same treatment to the other nipple. Tom worked it to the core until it was blue and kept on sucking and biting Harry's flesh on various places all over his torso. He would always start gently and then, it would just get plain brutal. Tears began forming in Harry's eyes. The boy kept trying to say something but the only things that came out of his mouth were broken whimpers, loud moans and sometimes even deep screams. When he finally gathered his thoughts enough to utter words, the only thing that was spoken was;

"It... Ah! Really... Oh! Hurts! Please! St..."

"Stop it? !"

And he stopped... and looked at the boy with uncontained rage.

"Did you? !"

Understanding the question, Harry realized what a jerk he had been before being put on the bed. Even though he still felt justify for what he had said, he couldn't help but feel bad about it, now that he saw the hurt and resentment in Tom's gorgeous face. But the Slytherin was far from done.

"Did you stop? ! Even when I literally begged you like a poor defenceless child. Did you, you bitch!"

And though Harry never saw that slap in the face coming, he definitely felt it. The tears began rolling down his eyes and though he suffered, he had felt Tom's pain through that slap even more than he had felt his own afterwards. The boy looked at his opposite with compassion but all he got in return was ire and despise.

"Don't! Don't you dare look at me like that... I don't want your pity! You're the pathetic and vulnerable little boy here, not me! And I think it's time I put you right back in your place!"

As he yelled at Harry, he took one of the boy's legs up and spread it so he could easily get in between the two. His captive looked at him terrified, knowing what was to come.

"No, no, no please! ... Please... Please not this... not like that!

Seeing the boy so desperate and scarred, Tom's wrath slowly dissolved... only to be replace by his detestable smirk. He had turned back into his original, cold, composed and deathly self. Now that he was past his excess of uncontrolled emotions, he was ready to act cunningly again. Now that he was over his previous fury and had regain the focus that boy had made him loose, he was finally ready to gain is proper revenge. He was ready to act out with his brain on his new-found hatred instead of brutally and stupidly like one of the brawny subordinates he had back in the days at Hogwarts. He was ready to have some fun now. He was ready to really hurt the boy now. Ready to destroy him. To scar him for life. Inside and out. His devil smile widen as he started stroking Harry's member gently again.

"Oh come on Potter... stop acting like this isn't exactly what you want. I think we both know you... quite like it down there... don't you?"

Harry was completely baffled now: way past the point of confusion with all of Tom's mood swings. Just a minute ago, Riddle's voice was harsh, rash and full of anger and now... not only was it calm, it was kind of... overly sweet and lascivious... and his hands moving like that, so softly on his shaft... like he was trying to seduce him. And yet, Harry could just tell there was something wrong with that voice. Something not so seductive and not quite as charming as his captive had probably intended it to be. Something in the intonation toward the end of the sentence that the Slytherin tried to leave uncovered but that the boy had perceived. Whatever it was, Harry figured it did not bode well for him. The boy spoke through moans.

"What... what are you saying...?"

"Oh please Potter. Admit it. You are enjoying what I am doing to you right now... Aren't you?"

"I'm... not! It's... gross... and wrong! I... uh..."

"Huh! That pretty little mouth of yours might be able to lie well Potter, but as for the rest of your tiny and oh so frail body... it just doesn't seem to be as talented."

Tom chuckled and cupped Harry's ball before starting to delicately play with them using his fingers. The boy was desperately trying to look as angry on the outside as he felt on the inside after hearing all those insinuations about him. However, he failed miserably as he sensed his entire being melt under Tom's rather expert attentions. He felt like his body had a mind of its own in this situation; a mind that only thought of the pleasure at end. What's worse, he couldn't seem to keep the sounds of pleasure from escaping his oral orifice. Theses moans were simply delectable to the young man teasing him and Tom laughed at his enemy's expression and helplessness.

"Stop pretending little boy! Just face the facts: if I'm perverted then so are you!"

"No! No you're... uh... wrong... um... I'm... nothing... like you!"

"You can keep trying to lie to me but honestly... how long do you expect you'll be able to lie to yourself?"

Harry felt cornered just then. He indeed had been trying to deny his pleasure to both his captor and himself. He refused to admit to something his body had long revealed: that he was in fact having an excruciatingly good time under Tom's caring touch. Although he knew the teen only did it to enrage him, he could not fake any displeasure. The older boy's hands were complete miracle workers and all the pain he had felt earlier seemed to have transformed into pure ecstasy. A surprised moan escaped his lips when Tom touch the tip of his dick and gathered some precum between his index finger and thumb.

"Would you look at that? Looks like somebody is having even more fun that what I suspected."

That was it. Harry didn't care how much he physically enjoyed this; he was no going to let Riddle have the pleasure of humiliating him anymore. The strength and confidence of his voice just then, astounded both Tom and himself.

"Get your hands off me Riddle! I'm serious. Let go of me right now. This is just sick!

Tom chuckled and took Harry's chin in his free hand. He turned the boy's head so he could gaze down at a frail little read-head girl's body laying there.

"Isn't our little hero forgetting something here?"

Harry looked at Ginny and realized he had completely forgotten about her. Tom let go of his chin and the Gryffindor turned his head back to gaze up angrily at his nemesis.

"If you really have to do this, at least have the courtesy of knocking me unconscious so I don't have to endure anymore of your disgusting behaviours!"

Tom was once again taken by surprise. He kept his cool none the less and even smiled at the boy.

"Silly rabbit... Don't you get it? I want you to feel every single thing I'm going to do to you. I want you to feel... the pleasure... and the pain even more: one that will stay with you forever... just like that scar of yours. And though probably nobody will ever see it, you will always feel inside of you. That's what matters to me. It will haunt you. It will slowly kill you from within even. That's all the revenge I need."

Then Harry understood. So that was it; that weird intonation, the dark desire hidden behind his sweet voice. The boy looked at the teen with a gaze that spoke for itself.

"So... you mean..."

"Yes. Not only am I going to fuck the life out of you... I'm going to make you enjoy it... I'll make you scream, I'll make you like it. And you... you'll never be able to look at yourself in the mirror... ever again. Shame and humiliation will be your eternal companions, you heard me? I am going to make you hate yourself Potter. That is exactly what I mean... I'm glad to see we finally understand each other."

Harry was on the brink of tears once again but he refused to allow the water to pass his eyelids again. He knew that was all Tom wanted: his reaction, his tears, his moans of pleasure and his cries of pain. He wanted him to suffer and enjoy it so he could feel deep shame. He wanted to make him feel like a piece of meat, like some gutter slut with no self-esteem, wanted to make him feel like he was nothing but skin. Harry could not believe anyone would actually want to make a person feel like that. He could not believe one would be so heartless and cruel that they would degrade someone like that. The boy didn't understand how even someone like the Heir of Slytherin would not think twice before taking away not only a person's pride but also her sense of self worth; her dignity as a human being.

After all, Tom was human too. Harry knew he had said to him that he was nothing but a monster but... he just said it to hurt him, to pay him back for the life he had had to endure because of Voldemort. Deep down, Harry did see the difference between this young man and the Dark Lord he had faced, just one year ago. But back when he had said that the two were the same, he was just so satisfied with his revenge that he had refused to listen to anything other than his anger. But the boy had seen Tom on the edge of tears. He had seen his humanity, his vulnerability. He had seen him in the very same state he was in now. And that made it even more difficult for Harry to believe that this was actually happening.

He was completely shocked that Tom was serious about this. The teen wanted to make him feel guilty... for enjoying his body... for enjoying sex. That is what it was... and though he still knew so little about sex, somehow... Harry just knew that that was horrible and he could not accept it. Sex was not supposed to be about guilt or shame. It was supposed to be about pleasure and beauty. Harry's stupefaction was beyond words... he wanted so hard to believe that Tom was not going to prove him right... that he was not going to be the monster he said he was and yet... a monster... void of feelings and compassion... is exactly what he could see in that young man's eyes. In fact, that's all he could see. No matter how hard he tried.

In fact, he was so consternate with the young man's words and his lack of humanity in that very moment that he let out a little cry of surprise when the Slytherin lifted his left leg for a better access to his posterior. Seeing the hint of a tiny little pink entrance, Tom smiled and felt his erection taking life again. He huffed and smile evilly at the boy who tried to cover his fear with his best anger face. Tom smirked and took two of his fingers to his lips. He then licked them from bottom to top before sticking them in his mouth. Then he started sucking on them in the most obscene manner, closing his eyes sexily, taking each of his long digits slowly in and out of mouth suggestively and licking his lips seductively. Although he did not say it, Tom very much appreciated the taste of Harry's precum that had previously dried on his fingertips.

The boy looked at him with a mix of anticipation and faked disgust: he was actually a little turned on by Tom's luscious display although he refused to give Tom the very benefits he was looking for. However, seeing the resistance in the boy's glare only made Tom want go further. And so he did. He let his hand slide down between Harry's two soft hairless buns. The teen had to actually take a moment for himself to cope with the soft feel of the boy's buttcheeks: they were even smoother and creamier than what he had expected. The feel of Harry's little anus was even more extraordinary. It felt so amazingly fragile that contact with that little boy's flesh only became all the more appealing to Tom. Harry's facade started cracking as the older boy started swirling his extremely sensible anal cavity with the tip of one of his wet digits.

"Hum... I seem to remember a little boy who liked to play with his little butthole just like that. He really did look like he was enjoying himself while doing it... now why is it that you remind me so much of him?"

Harry refused to play along. Tom had no problem seeing that but to him it only made the game that much more fun, so he kept going.

"Must be because you're both whores."

Harry gazed upon his enemy with indignation and fury. He was rewarded by a devilish smile.

"Oh don't look at me like that Potter. You know it's true. You are nothing but a little whore who enjoys anything up his ass."

"Not... true."

That was all the answer he got out of the boy.

"Oh don't try and play games with me... you know I saw you. I saw you... fingering yourself... like this."

And he inserted his index inside the pink cleft. Harry gasped at the intrusion and tried to control his body without great success. Tom was even more turned on as he felt the boy's incredible heat warm him up and his rectal wall closing in on his digit.

"Yes. Just like this. Merlin's beard, I come you can even get a finger in there without screaming... so damn tight..."

Harry blushed as his body began to accustom to the presence inside of him.

"Now... where was I? Oh yeah! Then you started... pulling out."

And he quickly retreated half of his finger.

"And pushing back in again..."

And the Slytherin pushed his digit all the way up Harry's bum.

"So... very... tight. Hum... speaking of tight... I've got a little friend here who's getting more and more impatient to visit you boy."

Harry's eyes widened as he saw the size of Tom's bulge.

"So then, I supposed you did that a couple of time just to enjoy the feeling of friction inside your arse."

As Tom spoke he began a quick series of push and pull in and out of the precious little hole. Harry didn't know it but the other boy was having as much pleasure shoving and moving his finger inside his little derriere as the he was, feeling the tiny member deep within his special place. In truth, he was slowly but surely losing his mind to the pleasure. Tom was already more than good with just that one finger, so when he added a second one Harry was completely caught off guard. It felt a little painful at first since he only had so much space in there. However, as Tom's expert digits worked him up nicely, the pain quickly became pleasure again. Tom did some back and forth with his two fingers before starting to scissor Harry's asshole. The boy was totally out of it now, so Tom took that opportunity to rapidly take his fat cock out his trousers. Unfortunately for him, as soon as Harry saw that monster of a shaft, he became frantic and lost all self-control. He was crying, shouting and struggling with his captor, utterly terrified.

"No! No! No! Please! ... I can't! It's too big... I can't! I'm scared!"

When he saw the boy in such a state, Tom immediately let go of his anger for a moment and tried calming him down while holding him down on the bed.

"Hey, hey, hey... Shushhhhh... it's okay. Everything's alright, just calm down boy. It's going to be alright okay. Shushhhhhhhh... just relax... I'm not going to do anything..."

"Yes you are!"

Harry sounded just like a hysterically afraid little child. All of his emotions were mixed up and he felt more confused and lost than ever before.

"No, no, no I promise... I'm not going to do it... now please relax!"

"No! The second I stop you're just going to tear me apart and make me... make me..."

Harry was trying so hard not to seem so helpless, but it was way too hard for him to keep a front anymore. He was just so distraught: his whole world didn't make any sense anymore. He was crying so hard that Tom couldn't help but realize that he had indeed gone way too far.

"Please Potter... I'm being serious here! Please believe me... I'm sorry okay! I really am sorry, please! Please, just calm down. Just stop it... you heard me? Please..."

But Harry would not stop crying. Tom couldn't take it anymore. Guilt was starting to grow back inside of him, so he took the boy by the shoulders. He shook him hard and yelled:

"Stop it!"

And Harry stopped and stood there, bewildered. He looked into the young man's eyes and saw something he was certain he had never seen there before... genuine regrets.

"Please... I'm being honest, I swear... I really am sorry... believe me damn it!"

Harry just stood there speechless for a good five minutes. Unable to speak, unable to think straight until, eventually he made his decision. And while part of him really did wanted to believe...

"Liar!"

And as he shouted that fateful word, Harry hit Tom in the face with the back of his hand. The Slytherin just stood there... in the exact same state of bewilderment as Harry was in, only a few moments ago. The boy breathed heavily a couple of time as he let anger take over his entire body and mind. Once he was completely full of rage and hatred, he spoke again. His strained voice was barely recognizable due to all the previous crying and shouting.

"I don't believe you! You're just a liar and a thief who took everything he could away from me. My life, my parents, my friends; everything I've ever had... That's what you do... you just take, and you take, and you take without ever caring about anybody else but yourself! ... I hate you! You're just a monster Tom. That's all you are: a monster!"

Then Harry froze, noticing a mark across Riddle's cheek, right where he had slapped him. A little blood was leaking from the wound and the boy realized he had scratched Tom's oh so perfect face and had actually made the older guy bleed. Tom turned his head back slowly to face him. Just one look was enough for Harry to see that the demon was back in town. The young man took his hand to his face to wipe the bleeding cut. Tom looked at the red fluid running down his hand and squeezed his fist in anger. He then turned his gaze to the boy.

"Is this really what you think of me?"

Harry was hesitant at first but refused to back down now. He was fade up with being the scarred little boy.

"Y... yes!"

Tom chuckled a bit then through his head back laughing. His laugh had nothing cheerful or joyful about it. It was just painfully cold and horrifying. The Slytherin then swiftly grabbed the boy firmly by the throat. Harry began to struggle for air and tried using both of his hands to release himself of the older boy's grasp. It proved very difficult but he managed anyway. However, just as Tom lost hold of the boy's throat, he grabbed both of his wrists and putted them over his head, just like before.

"Wha... what are you doing!"

"Well like you said, I took everything away from you right? ! ... So you probably won't have any problem with me taking just one more little thing... right here and now."

Tom positioned himself. His cock was right in front of the boy's tiny hole. Harry looked down at the dick, absolutely terrified.

"No!"

"Oh yes! Take it bitch!"

And just like that Tom penetrated Harry. The boy screamed his little heart out. Although he had had some preparation, nothing in the world could have prepared him for such a forced entry. The older boy had stopped halfway to appreciate both the pain he had made his enemy feel and the spasm of utter pleasure he had felt in a single thrust inside that little body. Hearing his victim cry out with all he had left of voice and seeing blood spilling from his anus, Tom was ready to keep going. He pushed in further, completely filling up the boy's rectum. Harry had never felt his ass being so full. Tom had literally stuffed his little buttock with his huge meat. The boy didn't have time to adjust to the size of that member before the other guy started pounding his arse hard and deep. Tom thrusts became more violent each time and drew more blood out of the Gryffindor's anal wounds. His tiny pink opening had been ripped had several places after the Slytherin had forcefully took him. The sounds of desperate yells, crying outbursts and Tom's balls slapping against Harry's bubble butt resonated through the small room.

"Please! Stop! It hurts so much! Ah!"

"Yeah you like it when hurts don't you? Uh! You're nothing but a little slut who gets off getting fucked up the ass. Oh! Now tell me! Tell me how much you like it Potter. Um... I know you like it! You like taking my big dick in your tiny rear! ... Oh, you're fucking getting your rocks off right now aren't you! God that little rump of yours is tight... ha, ha no wonder you're bleeding like a stock pig you fucking whore!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Go on! Keep on screaming! That's all a bloody cum bucket like you deserves! Keep crying I tell you! It freaking turns me on! Ha, ha! You should see your face Potter! Pathetic! You heard that? ! Fucking pathetic!"

Tom kept rushing in and out of the small, pink and now bloody entrance. It was so thigh despite his efforts to tear it open that the young man knew he would not last very long. So, he accelerated as much as he possibly could until he reached a pulverizing climax. As he came in a deep and loud holler of release, Harry reached the culmination of his pain and let out a most powerful bellow. In a second the entire room was filled with the loudest noises it had ever known... but just then... Tom's gaze was overcome by a powerful flash of light! He suddenly had many visions running through his mind. Visions so vivid, at first he believed they were really happening right before his eyes. Visions... of Harry's past.

Tom witnessed a younger version of Harry... being abused... by a fat man, a skinny lady and a chubby boy. They were all rather unpleasing to look at but what were really displeasing to watch were the things they were doing. In the visions little Harry was being pushed into a closet under a staircase and locked inside. He was given no meals for days. He was being hit and yelled at for things the little fat boy clearly had done. He was thrown on the ground by that very same boy and beaten up by him and his friends. Even worse, he was actually forced to make breakfast for those bastards! He was being so physically and mentally bashed by those awful pigs... Tom could see him cry, all alone in this poor excuse he had for a room. Seeing the pain, the hurt and more importantly... the truth behind all those accusations that he had made the boy's life a living hell... and he really did had... Tom just lost all of his anger and psychopathic mindset altogether.

However, when the visions stopped and he came to... Harry was laying silent and motionless on the bed... the sheets were covered in his blood... and Tom couldn't even hear his breathing anymore...
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