Tom Marvolo Riddle

Jealousy

Jealousy

Abraxas didn't like it.

He didn't like how Tom was actually giving someone attention other than him and his friends.

The Slytherin Heir had been making time for Athens Fawley for weeks now.

The two were hardly seen together but more than once Abraxas saw them snogging.

Of course..he didn't want to admit the sight left him feeling out of sorts but it still didn't deter from his anger. He knew he was always first to Tom. Always.

But there was that Hufflepuff brat, touching Tom in ways Abraxas could only imagine and it made his blood boil.

Right then Tom was staring off into the distance, his blue eyes hazy and his breathing deeper than usual. It was just the two of them and Abraxas thought spending time with him would help the situation but it did not.

"So, what is it with you and that Fawley?" he commented, finally fed up with the obvious lust in Tom's eyes and the way his mind was wondering.

The Slytherin Heir snapped out of his thoughts and tilted his head toward Abraxas. "What is what?" he replied, Abraxas narrowing his eyes at his friend.

"You know what I mean Tom. All of a sudden you're off being touchy feely with some Hufflepuff brat when usually, no one but us can touch you. You trust no one other than yourself and I. And touch from anyone else sends you into a breakdown. Yet he somehow gets his tongue in your mouth and now you're in some sort of trance?" bit out the blonde, Tom's expression darkening at the boy's tone.

"Abraxas. Watch your tone." murmured the darker haired boy, only to tense up when Abraxas rolled his eyes. He ignored the pain he felt of speaking out of turn toward his Lord and continued on.

"Don't patronize me, my Lord. Do you plan on courting him?" he remarked and Tom snorted. "Of course not." he said, flinching when Abraxas pushed him into the wall, eyes blazing. "Then are you playing with the both of us?" said the Malfoy scion, his eyes searching Tom's and the darker haired boy raised a brow. A challenge in his blue gaze.

"And if I was?" replied Tom, his breath catching in his throat when Abraxas leaned in close, his eyes on the boy's lips.

"You wouldn't dare do that to me. I know you better than that Tom and don't tell me I don't. What does that brat have on me?" he uttered quietly, Tom silent for a moment.

"Nothing. You are my greatest weakness and my greatest strength Abraxas. He could never compare to you..no one in this century could. He was just bold in his actions and it interested me. However..he is not a friend. He is not an ally. He is not my best friend. He is not everything to me which is why, I am not afraid to toy with him. I am not afraid to break him. But I am, terrified of losing you for any reason. Big or small, I could never risk it. I adore you far too much to treat you like a play thing."

At these words Abraxas couldn't help but smile, sighing.

"You and your silver tongue will be the death of us all, but that doesn't change the fact that I don't care. I know I am not meant for you. Something in my magic just knows the one for you won't appear for some time. But until I have to be married off to someone else, you are mine Tom." he said and Tom smiled.

"I know. I do hope your future spouse won't be too out of sorts knowing how close we are." he replied and Abraxas hummed.

"She'll be fine. So, he took your first kiss?" said the blonde and Tom, nodded once.

Abraxas was silent a moment, then caressed Tom's cheek, the darker haired wizard staring at him curiously.

"Abraxas.." he trailed off, eyes hooded when the boy leaned in close, their lips touching. Tom's breath hitched and Abraxas smirked at the obvious want in his eyes.

"Yes Tom?" he murmured, giving a gasping laugh when Tom wrapped his hand around the boy's neck, squeezing gently.

"You will always be mine." said the Slytherin heir, their lips meeting in a heated kiss. Unlike Athens, whose kiss was more gentle a passionate, Abraxas' kiss was rough and aggressive, a kiss that had Tom's blood boiling for more.

"Abraxas." he breathed, shuddering at the little whimper his friend gave in response. He pulled the blonde into his lap and they both groaned at the feeling of their lower halves touching on impact. "That feels.." muttered Tom, eyes closed as Abraxas left kisses down his neck and shoulder blades, reveling in the way Tom's grip tightened on the boy, obviously wanting more.

Abraxas bucked his hips and Tom let out a heavy groan, his face flushed now as he hid in Abraxas' neck. "Fuck Abraxas, I feel..so hot." he whispered, whimpering quietly when the two kissed again, much faster and more aggressive than before.

Tom knew for sure no one else his age had done this, but he felt as if he was going insane for the need of touch. He didn't think it was this bad, but he loved the buzz on his skin and the way his heart pounded. He loved hearing his name so breathlessly from his best friend.

"Tom your lips are like the sweetest of tarts." muttered the blonde, eyes hooded as Tom began leaving his own marks on his flawless skin. He bit down hard, loving the blood that flowed after and the way Abraxas began to pant with need. He lapped it up eagerly and kept going, the Malfoy scion's robes undone and their bodies moving against one another's.

Each time Tom felt Abraxas' hardness press into his own, he got a chill down his spine and his stomach ached strangely. He wanted something more..but he didn't understand what.

"We..need to stop." panted Abraxas, his blood on fire now. They both wanted more but Abraxas was almost in pain with how much he yearned for Tom. The latter didn't feel that way, he just wanted more. He wanted what belonged to him. Abraxas was his, he couldn't get away.

"No." muttered Tom, his hand snaking around Abraxas' waist and Abraxas shook his head. "Tom it hurts. Please. I need a break. I think it's because of how close we already are.." he said quietly, staring up at his friend and shuddering at the irritated expression that graced the boy's face. "Please my Lord?" he whispered, kissing Tom again and the boy relaxed, his skin buzzing pleasantly.

"Sorry..we can stop." he responded, just now noticing the look in his friend's eyes. He was scared, but he also wanted what Tom did. Their connection however wasn't right, and it showed in the pain Abraxas felt. He wasn't supposed to get so close to Tom, but they both wanted more.

The two were silent as they tried their best to calm down, Abraxas slowly removing himself from Tom's lap and Tom running his fingers through his hair as he tried to think of something other than the boy he adored so much. "You really are touch starved." commented Abraxas as he fixed his robes and Tom rolled his eyes. "I am. But your touch has always been my favorite. Sometimes I look at you..and I want to rip you apart because of my affection for you. It drives me insane Abraxas." murmured Tom and he knew Abraxas was his, because the boy didn't look at him in horror.

He smiled.

"You can do whatever you want to me Tom. But thank you for holding off on my untimely demise." said Abraxas, Tom scowling in response. "Don't play around like that Abraxas. You will never die. Never. I won't allow it." he said quietly, his expression steely and Abraxas nodded.

"I know."