Fall from Grace

A New Turn

Chapter 15

A New Turn

Kissing Tom was very addictive. Carraway has been dead for less than five hours and Tom and Harry had spent most of their time with their mouths attached, clawing at each other. Somehow, they made it to Tom's bed, both shirtless as they kissed and touched each other, Harry submitting to Tom's teasing licks and pulls before scratching Tom's back in pure need.

"Tom—Tom," Harry panted. "What are we—oh fuck," he cursed as Tom sucked at his neck, "what are we going to tell the others?"

"The truth," Tom murmured, moving up to nibble on Harry's ear and earning another throaty moan. "They are my boys, and now your boys." Harry gave a groan as Tom went back to sucking his neck. He pushed Tom away and stared at him, flushed and panting.

"I need to talk to you about that," Harry said breathlessly. "Who are they, exactly? You keep calling them your sons, your boys. Who are they?"

"My Knights," Tom said. He moved so that he was resting against his bed's headboard and pulled Harry onto his lap, the smaller, younger teen fitting perfectly. "We are the Knights of Walpurgis. I am the natural leader and together, we will make the Wizarding World a new place, a better place. And now more than ever, I know that we will succeed with you by my side."

Harry hummed and relaxed against Tom. "We still need to talk more," he muttered.

"I would rather take the night devouring you, my kitten," Tom purred. He moved to kiss Harry again. Harry allowed him, arching his head so Tom had better access to his neck as he groaned.

"We need to talk about Carraway," Harry groaned. "We should tell them. OW!" He flinched when Tom bit his neck and sucked on it, his tongue dancing across the bruise. "Did you just give me a hickey!?"

"Of course kitten, our boys need to know you're mine now," Tom smirked. Harry pushed him off and groaned as he summoned a mirror, frowning at his neck. It looked as if he was assaulted with how many bite marks there were, but the worse of all was a deep, dark hickey high above his neck that he had a feeling his shirt will not cover.

"We need to talk about this too," he said, turning to Tom, who just gave Harry a Cheshire cat grin, looking very smug and proud of himself. Harry grabbed the first shirt he could and frowned when it was big on him, blushing when he realized that it was Tom's. "Keep it on," Tom said when Harry started to take it off. "Please? For me?"

"Possessive much?" Harry muttered but kept the shirt on. Tom just continued to smile at that and got up to dress himself, putting on a new shirt. Harry looked in the mirror and huffed when he saw that Tom's hickey did appear above the shirt's collar. "If we're going to make this work, you need to know I am a person, I can't be owned," he said.

"I know that Harry," Tom said. "I am not completely emotionless." He stepped behind Harry and gently place a hand on his throat, his thumb caressing the hickey. "You are your own person, a powerful person. I just want everyone to know that I have the honor of dating you."

"Then shouldn't I give you a hickey instead?" Harry asked.

"If you wish, though I say my back is proof enough," Tom chuckled. He looked into the mirror and rested his head on Harry's shoulder. "You look beautiful," he purred. "Let's go comfort our boys."

Harry nodded but couldn't help but frown when Tom slipped away. The two made their way back to the common room, where they found the others waiting. "Follow," Tom commanded, and he led them out into the dungeons. Moonlight drifted in through the windows as they climbed through the castle. Harry was relieved to see that they didn't run into anyone, and even better none of the others questioned why he was there. The worst he got was a few knowing smirks from Sylvain and Xavier, but the rest seemed to be too sad or grieving to notice.