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Desirable Undesirable	By : SpiteSpawnsLies Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 27253 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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_{^{Desireable Undesireable}}

_{^{Harry fails to escape the ministry and is left behind under his invisibility cloak with the locket, which has bound itself around his wrists and held him captive to the Horcrux in inside of it.}}

_{^{AN: This story came about when I was playing the xbox version of the Deathly Hallows Part I video game....When you are stealing the locket from the ministry. Has anyone else noticed the sounds Harry makes when he gets under the Invisibility cloak? Its alarmingly sensual....I get that they intended for him to sound breathy and NERVOUS. but come on now.}}

_{^{Pairing: Tom/Harry Rating: NC-17 Contains: Smut, Mild bondage, Dark tones, Invisible Exhibitionism.}}

Please R&R so that I will be well motivated to write more stories in the future. <3

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Harry's mind blurred as his head collided with the marble behind him.

He could recall Umbridge's squatty face as Hermione's stun hit her and she went flying back along with her startled kitten patronus. He also remembered Ron, and Mrs. Cattermole, and the snatchers chasing them through the flurry of papers. Oh, that's right..

They were going for the exit, and they apparated without him.

Harry winced in pain as he slid down the wall to the ministry floor. He could feel his invisibility cloak around him, touching the silky fabric at his side as he watched a snatcher race past his location. How he'd so quickly gotten it around himself and become invisible, he couldn't remember.

"They can't see you or toucch you heerre, you're saafe." He heard something whisper.

The hairs on his neckline prickled instantly at the voice, backing slightly into the wall, only to find that there was something in between it and him.

Instantly there was a dampened scent, dusty and somehow covered in sweets. Like Knockturn alley, or the old cabinet in Borgin and Burkes. It also smelled like fine chocolates and riches, like the ones of Hepzibah Smith.

Harry felt the horror flit across his skin as an all too familiar voice spoke from behind him.

"I finally found you." He chuckled, sighing into Harry's neck.

As quickly as Harry drew his wand, there was an equally quick blur of long white fingers as Tom whisked it expertly out of his hand, just like he had in the Chamber of Secrets all those years ago. He wheeled his head around, to see a much older and wiser, yet still handsome Tom Riddle smirking down at him.

"Shh! Harry, remember where we are," he said wisely, as though he were educating a child on his manners. "The Ministry wouldn't be too kind if they found you were still here, and so soon," he laughed.

Harry's breath betrayed him, giving his fears away for a short moment until he gulped them down and moved to get up as quickly as possible, to fight if he had to.

Tom sprang forwards, wrapping his arms around Harry's middle. He yelped in surprise, falling back down and closer to Tom, into what felt like a very surreal and dangerous embrace. He watched terrified as the locket around his neck unclasped itself and fell to his hands, wrapping its chain several times around his wrists, and binding them together painfully.

Harry froze, his eyes darting around helplessly watching more Ministry workers float passed him, unbeknownst to his plight. His breath grew more ragged as Tom's ethereal breath grazed his ear. Somehow, somehow Harry had accidentally released the locket. Released Tom. A sensual Tom.

"Let me go!" he whispered foolishly. "Please, Tom." He felt ashamed, pleading to Tom the way he had the diary. Like a friend of his that he'd just been playing a game with.

"Hahaha, what is this? Harry Potter, the boy who begged to live?" Tom chortled. Nuzzling Harry's neck affectionately in response to his boyish tone. The locket around Harry's wrists seemed to pulsate when those slender fingers brushed past the hem of his shirt, pulling it up gently to reveal Harry's flat stomach, his soft skin slightly bruised from his travels.

"I don't think I can let you go, not when we have the moment to ourselves to catch up." He added darkly. "I felt what you did to my other Horcrux. Drove the basilisk fang straight through it didn't you? Clever boy."

Harry was trying his best to ignore him, trying not to think of what he meant by "catch up." He doubted it was anything nice. Anything other than torture, and knowing Tom, it would be agonizing and humiliating. He wanted desperately to move his hands, but the locket's chain would cut into him the more he moved, leaving red marks around it from pressure. He let out a small "Mmph." in pain from where the gold dug into him.

"Relax, Harry." Tom smiled, sliding his cold hand against his skin and wrapping his arm around Harry's waist. Harry exhaled sharply and held completely still in shock. "You wouldn't want anyone to hear your dirty sounds," he whispered darkly.

He was going to torture him, and It was definitely going to be humiliating. Harry panicked. Writhing away from his captor as best he could, feeling dirty and sick being pressed against his younger and much more handsome enemy.

Harry glanced upward at the large 'Undesirable No. 1' poster waving gently from the ceiling of the ministry. His own face looking down at him. Seeing through him. Almost knowingly.

Tom pushed into him from behind, and bit down on his shoulder. Eliciting a loud gasp from the boy before bringing his free hand up to cover his mouth.

Harry focused, terrified, on the realness of Tom's body. How he seemed so solid. His teeth so sharp and painful. Moreso than the gold coil around his wrists. This Horcrux was much darker, much wiser, and somehow, much more powerful than the diary Harry had faced in his second year. It wasn't blurred around the edges or faint in color.

Harry winced, letting a tear fall down his cheek, the locket whispered like darkness, lulling him to the edge of consciousness.

"Let go." It seemed to say. Harry felt the need to listen, and trust, and beg. He struggled in response to these feelings, abandoning his mind and acting on instinct. The instinct that was slowing turning against him as well.

Tom licked the marks left from his incisors, nibbling gently at the forming bruise as Harry whimpered.

He pulled Harry closer to him and slid his hands further up his shirt, caressing his stomach in gentle loving patterns while his other hand became humid and wet from Harry's breath through his fingers. He teased and scratched lightly, moving up and down, until finally resting on the hem of Harry's pants, making him squirm above him as he began to pull at the strained button.

"Are these feeling tight?" He teased in his ear, breathing out his words languidly.

Tom maneuvered his fingers past the button and unzipped the pants slowly, pushing his hand down further and rubbing Harry through his boyish Gryffindor boxers.

"Mmmmph!"

Harry's protests and groans were stifled through Tom's cold fingers, making his voice sound more sensual than he'd meant for it to.

"Mmmm." Tom hummed against his tousled hair, burying his face in Harry's neckline.

Tom continued to reflect Harry's noises with a dark and more deliberate tone. His hand was rubbing around the boy's open pants, sending prickling waves of unwanted lust across Harry's skin. Making his head fuzzy with pleasure and lack of air. Tom's eyes lidded slightly, and Harry gasped for a fleeting moment as he forced his hand past the tight fabric and over the now hardening muscle beneath his fingertips.

"Ahhnn Harry...What's this?"

Harry was whimpering again, ashamed that Tom's fingertips were sending electric shocks through his nervous system. He could feel the older boy's unoccupied hand moving its long fingers over his mouth, spreading it open gently as his lips unwillingly parted.

Tom pulled Harry's head to the side, moving around to comfortably look at his enemy's flushed and vulnerable face.

Harry panted with the new jolt of fresh air being supplied to his open mouth, filling his lungs. A new sense of dark euphoria was assaulting his mental state, the locket was skewing his morality quite successfully, like the imperious curse, blurring the line between the air that he needed and the hand that he was starting to want.

The hand, which was now moving in short circles, cupping around him protectively. He couldn't stop his body from curling, or his back from arching sensually into the Tom's mature and angled chest.

"Neeeed it."

Tom's long fingers were still holding his mouth, tracing the curves of his lips, dampened with the moisture of his breath.

Harry's mind was going blank, he was starting to forget where he was, who his enemy was, or what his own name could be...The locket around his hand was pulsating harder. As though desperately attempting to make him lose his mind.

"Moan for me Harry." Tom said sensually, nipping his neck and squeezing Harry through the fabric of his boxers.

"Ahhn!" Harry gasped sharply, his eyes wide in shock at the sudden pressure on his groin and the betrayal of his own voice.

Tom clamped his free hand over his mouth, silencing him.

"Quietly." He said with soft urgency.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, and swallowed his treasonous voice as best he could.

Tom moved his hand along Harry's pants, moving upwards slightly to his chest, only to slip back down and under the fabric of the boxers and wrap itself firmly around the boy's erection.

His eyes rolled slightly at the sound that Harry made, a breathy moan escaping him as his head lolled back onto Tom's shoulder. He laughed faintly in Harry's ear as the boy melted into him.

Ministry workers were scarcely passing them now, the crowd muchly dissipated. No doubt because everyone was searching hard to find their very desired Undesirable no. 1.

A few that still hurried passed seemed to hear something unusual and slowed their pace just a bit, as if trying to figure out what they were hearing before continuing onto their more important queries.

Tom slid his hand away from Harry's mouth again with another whisper of "Quiet." To hear Harry breathing hard and moaning in short soft intervals. He moved his now freed hand to the other side of Harry's pants, He pulled at the loops and tugged them down over his waist along with his boxers, so that his working hand was completely visible with its ministrations.

Harry laid his head back to rest on Tom's shoulder once more, closing his eyes in pleasure as the cool hand stroked his bare hip and the warmer hand began to move up and down his exposed erection.

"Ahhnn."

Tom could see Harry's entire face from this angle, his forehead had begun to sweat, and his messy black hair was sticking seductively to his skin, covering slightly, the scar that was so very famous. His glasses were slightly skewed, and his mouth was open, allowing him to take in sharp breaths in between his moaning.

"Nnnnn..T-tom.." He stammered, loudly.

"Shhh." Tom cooed, closing his eyes to stop them from rolling again in satisfaction at the sound of his filthy father's name on his enemy's lips, tangled up in the heat of passion. He sat up as best he could and bent forward to meet his lips with Harry's in an unexpectedly passionate kiss.

The position was awkward, Harry being turned sideways and Tom facing forwards, not that it made the kiss any less sensual. Tom's mouth was stretched and languid, and Harry's lips were accepting and almost begging for him. Tom was exploring his mouth whole, his tongue slipping in and around like a snake.

It felt pleasantly toxic. Stinging slightly, but not burning the way Harry always remembered Voldemort's touch to be. Tom from the locket was different. He was evil yes, but still learning in this part of his life.

Harry wondered if Tom had made this Horcrux in the peak of his sensuality. When he was the most vulnerable to his emotions and senses. It made sense that he'd gotten hold of the heirloom so easily from Hepzibah Smith with nothing more than a handsome glance. Because this version of Tom was irresistibly human, and weak to his own wanting.

Tom seemed to sense what Harry was thinking, and bit him roughly on his lower lip, drawing the blood that was so potent to him.

"Aaammph!" Harry seethed, protesting against the mouth that slammed into his to silence his yelp of pain. Tom ran his tongue sensually in and out of his mouth, as though lapping up his weakness from the wound would make him stronger somehow. The kiss was tight and hard, he could feel Harry starting to writhe as he pulled him and his pain closer.

Harry despised the copper taste on Tom's tongue, and it made him feel slightly sick. His scar began to ache just as it always had. As though venom from a deadly snake were coursing through it.

The locket pulsed faster, and seemed to be hissing to itself.

Tom's eyes were shut, his features pained as he lapped the blood that was genuinely stinging his system, it was hurting to hold onto the boy for very much longer, to consume any more of Lily's infamous love.

He finally parted, his eyes lidded in pleasure and slight anger at the pain Harry's blood, which coated his mouth, had already managed to inflict in such a short time. Tom's eyes flashed red, and his mouth opened and let out a faint hiss that formed into languid words.

"I've learned all about you, and your family. You're blood is sssickening. Impure, just like the one who sssacrificed herself for you." Tom seethed under his breath. Resenting the sting that increased over his tongue as he spoke about her. All the playfulness had run out of his face. Harry stared into his terrifying eyes, his emotions were on fire, feeling Tom's hand continue to work below, and listening to the lingering hiss that had accompanied Tom's dark words in parseltongue.

"You have about asss much right to ussse magic as your pathetic mublood mother." He hissed, ghosting over Harry's lips with his own again. His words cut like a sharpened blade and brought Harry's mind reeling back to him for a short moment.

"I have about asss much right to ussse magic...asss you, Tom Riddle." Harry managed to breathe out, Hissing back to him in his own ancestor's language. Still gasping as Tom brought him to the very edge with his hand, and then abruptly stopped.

Harry once again looked somewhat afraid as Tom glared at him so close to his face. He looked calm and on the other hand angry, furious, murderous at the deliberate mention of his muggle father.

Harry knew it was puzzling Tom as to how he could know about his heritage so easily. When it had taken himself sixteen long years. Harry had unleashed the darkness within Tom's soul at this. The suppressed monster. It was the basilisk all over again, and Tom's gaze was nearly fatal.

Harry swallowed as Tom's hand came around and clutched Harry's shirt sleeve. He felt his legs shift beneath him and suddenly Harry realized how exposed he was, having been too distracted by the pleasure to notice previously.

His face flushed again, in shame. Tom was playing a cruel game with him, and he was letting him. Harry attempted to resist the locket binding his hands, only to hiss in pain as it wound tighter, creating a scarlet red line all the way around them.

He closed his eyes in horror as he heard Tom unbuttoning his trousers, and shifting beneath him so that Harry was positioned perfectly on his lap, so that he could feel he was sitting on something hard and sinful, one sharp movement away from being defiled.

Both of Tom's hands came up and clutched Harry's arms possessively, preparing him. He could feel Tom's breath on his neck, his perfectly angled jaw resting on his shoulder, as he whispered in his ear.

"Quiet." he hissed harshly, moving his hips expertly into Harry's, and thrusting himself mercilessly into him.

Harry wanted to scream, His back arched and his head flew back, mouth open, but no sound came. His chest swelled with the unfulfilled need to call out, to cry for help, to stop the pain that was viciously ripping through his being as Tom completely filled him.

Tom moaned into his shoulder. Biting down over a new patch of formerly unbruised skin. Harry was tight around him, and even he was losing his infamous composure. His cold cheeks beginning to flush only slightly.

Harry's breath was shaky and filled with pain. Being quiet was becoming increasingly difficult, but it didn't seem to matter seeing as the Ministry was now nearly vacant, papers fluttering around along the floor, remnants of the earlier chase, where his friends had seemingly abandoned him.

Tears stung Harry's eyes as his head fell forward, Tom was inside him, hurting him. All he could feel was pain everywhere, making his entire body ache and writhe, and his scar burn like white hot fire.

Tom moaned as Harry wriggled on top of him. He buried his face into his shirt and began to move sensually. He was beginning to lose himself.

Harry bent, his face falling towards the floor as his glasses slipped off his face and to the marble with a small 'clatter'. He gasped at the sudden surge of pleasure that hit his system like a powerful curse, as Tom began to move, quickly dissipating any of the pain that was running through him.

Tom leaned forward into Harry's back, forcing him down into a submissive bow. He climbed over him, and pressed Harry to the cold marble so that the boy's nose was touching the surface and his rear was angled upwards. Tom tugged the cloak further over them to ensure it did not slip off with his continued movements.

"Ahhh Harry, You haven't experienced sex before, have you?" He breathed, making Harry flush in humiliation.

Harry wondered briefly if they were still conversing in parseltongue. His mind was drawing a blank and he could no longer concentrate on the hisses that came from Tom's mouth and bounced off the marble tiles around them. Asking him luridly of his experience, or lack thereof. He leaned forwards again, thrusting into the boy, eliciting a sharp moan from him. Tom smirked. This was what he'd wanted from the beginning, to find just one more thing to take from him. One more thing to violently rip from his unfortunate life.

Harry panted on the ground, his mind blank from the pleasure that was warring its way through his body, and conquering his mind completely.

"Mmmmnn!"

Tom thrust in and out, angling himself differently each time, trying to find that spot that would force a real, unclean, raw sound out of the boy's mouth.

Harry closed his eyes tight, feeling Tom's hands slide from their place on his hips to his erection, to resume their earlier acts.

Just as he began to pant harder from the sudden contact, Tom thrust into him again and hit the place that sent so much pleasure through his body that he saw small flecks of light dance across his eyes as he moaned incredibly loud into the marble floor.

"AAAhhhhnnnnnn! T-Tom!!!"

Tom laughed darkly into Harry's sleeve. He began to thrust even more roughly into that place. Making Harry move back to him desperately each time he pulled away. The boy was getting increasingly louder, even as Tom put one of his hands once more over his mouth, Harry's sounds grew ragged with sinful pleasure.

It was now better than the blissful feeling of the imperious curse, even more shocking and exciting. He couldn't remember anything but Tom.

Tom and this feeling of complete euphoria. Harry moaned into Tom's hand, and parted his lips when his slender index finger pushed its way in, followed by his middle. He could feel them pulling in and out along his tongue, mimicking what Tom was doing to him elsewhere. He reflexively sucked them into his mouth, rubbing his tongue and teeth purposefully across the cool skin. Harry was enjoying for once, the sound it elicited from Tom.

Tom's voice was too quiet, and his breathing more sensual each moment that passed. His hair was becoming unkempt, his eyelids were heavy, and Harry could feel him start to sweat.

Harry could feel something rising inside of himself just by thinking of the effect he was having on Tom, his enemy with no weakness. Something was building and filling him to the top with ecstasy. With a sense of the forthcoming satisfaction.

"Come." Tom whispered, ordered. Nipping at his ears, and burying his face in his shoulder again. He was moving in and out in a steady but quick rhythm, making them rock back and forth under the silky fabric of the cloak.

Harry lifted his head, moaning in short clips as Tom dominated him. His cheeks were burning and his vision was blurred from his lost glasses. He could feel his hair sticking to his face, and the building pleasure in him suddenly shot through him like a bullet.

Harry was alarmed by the white hot pressure and lack of oxygen to his body. His entire being had seized up and all there was in this whole world, was Tom and this pleasure.

It seared through him as he came into Tom's hand, and felt a similar sensation inside of him. Tom seemed to have stopped along with Harry's world, and was letting out a long moan into the fabric of Harry's shirt.

They both collapsed forwards onto the cool floor in silence. And everything seemed to fade black.

"Harry." Tom's voice seemed to carry, echoing around the dark marble walls. And fading in a wisp like a dying patronus.

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Harry's eyes snapped open, and he whirled around, looking around wildly for Tom. Harry looked down at his body to find that his pants were still up and buttoned, and that his hands were not bound, but completely normal and unscathed. His glasses were also steadily returned to his face.

Had he fallen asleep and dreamt it all, or had the locket really tricked him?

Harry tried to stand but felt as though his entire body had been crushed by something heavy, he looked down, expecting to see some other real evidence of Tom, now that he was awake and upright.

But all that remained was the steady pulsing of the locket kept securely around his neck and a faint copper taste on his lips.

-end-

AN: Please R&R so that I know if you liked it! <3

I should probably explain one or two things, such as the ending. It wasn't a dream, but more of a possession. In the books and movies, the Locket has an effect on people's minds, making them feel more angry, sad, or selfish. I decided to explore this with the idea of a concussion from Harry's head hitting the marble and of course good old hallucination.

Most of what went on in the fic actually happened, The ministry workers walking by and Tom speaking with and touching Harry.

What was hallucinated was Harry feeling as though his poster was watching him and the illusion of being held down and restrained by the locket which remained around his neck the entire time.

I hope that helps, let me know if you have any questions.
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