Controlling

Chapter 44

"You still blame yourself for such mistakes" Harry couldn't contain the smile from spreading but he hide it well enough.

"Well, mistakes only serve to learn and fix" Tom reply, pulling the paper back and resuming his train of thought.

"How long have been working on this?" Harry asked, mentally doing the calculations and simulations he saw.

"When I started planning the break out" he answered distractly "I had to put it on hold so they wouldn't get worse in there" he added.

Harry hummed, half a mind revising what's wrong with the formula and another taking in Tom's features as he seemly fatigueless   worked.

Up until curfew, the two worked together, trading ideas and debating what could work and what it would do, how to counter if poisonous, etc.

Time slowly passed, the occasional reports of Sirius sighting causing the air around Hogwarts to fill with nervousness and anxiousness as the students now tend to group together.

When Halloween came, the portrait of the Fat Lady was once again attacked, but Harry did noticed a few claw marks on the gargoly guarding the Headmaster's office.

The rumors came back in full force, everyone throwing pity looks at Harry whenever he passed by.

November rolled out and December came, this time around, Dumbledore didn't asked him where he was going for the holiday.

Him and Tom went home, Tom's home for it, where they spent their time together either enjoying the silence while doing their own things or trading ideas for radom projects they started up.

The rescued Death Eaters were still confined to house arrest and being look after by some of the elves Harry owned, their magic still not quite where it was before and their minds even further.

When Yule came, Harry gifted Tom a silver dagger with black and green gems. Its abilities and properties explained neatly on a piece of paper that went it it.

In turn, Harry received a pair of glasses charmed, personally by Tom, to be unbreakable, immobile, unless moved by him, to see through glamours, detect wards, and many others, all incased in those pair of rectangular black frame of glasses.

After that, for Tom's birthday, Harry apparate him directly in front of the giant portal that connected the two planets and brought him there to see it.

The part of the planet Harry showed Tom after arriving was experience a hot summer, as such, a beach was shown where the water a deep red tone, deeper than blood red.

With a barely a flick of his finger, Tom's robes changed to muggle swimming black shorts and Harry had to look the other way, suddenly uncomfortable on his 13 years old body full of on going hormones.

"Aren't you going to come along?" Tom asked with a raised brow, lazily swimming back and forward.

Harry feeling his head heat up from all the expose pale and harden flesh, pointly turn his gaze away, cleared his too dry throat and finally reply.

"No, I'm go-good" Harry prayed to the deites that Tom didn't heard the crack on his deepening voice.

"Are you sure?" he asked, rising from the water and approaching "You are bit red in the face" he pointed, his face frowning slightly in concern before he put a hand on Harry's forehead.

Harry did his best to only focus on Tom's face and nothing else as the man deemed him healthy.

In fact, it only took a little slip from Harry's part, a glimpse at Tom's nipple and suprisingly muscle chest, for him to catch on.

Tom glanced down briefly, noting how Harry's hand covered his crotch and how he constantly either avoided looking at him or focused solely on his eyes.

And suddenly he was starving.

He hadn't feed himself since his inheritance, a full year, not the way his creature demanded it, not the way his being needed.

The creature in his mind lunged and suddenly thoughts so much like his own yet not filled his mind.

He lowered himself, hands resting on Harry's thighs and slowly moving up, Tom's now red eyes didn't leave Harry face, noting how the boy swallowed, his still developing adam apple bobbing up down under the pale unmarked skin, how sweat tickle down his temple, his face steadier growing red, how his breath come short and yet even for short seconds up until a gasp and Harry's hand shot foward to hold his, millimeters away from his manhood.

"Tom" despite the faint blush and trembling hand, Harry's voice was strong, a warning clear on that simple name.

"Yes?" Tom didn't seemed detained by that, his face faintly starting to blush too, his breaths short, his lips dry that he had to regularly licked it with his pink tongue.

"Have you fed yourself properly?" it pained Harry to asked that, but with the majority of his magic sealed and his body still developing, he doesn't have enough to satisfy his incubus' needs.

"No" Tom shook his head, trying to clear it and fight the sudden rising heat that's spreading all over his body.

He tried to move forward towards the source of the delicious smell he faintly picked up and greedly inhaled since, but the hands holding his didn't budge.

So he sat on top of it, ass resting on the food's knees, he enjoyed the sharp intake of air before trying to wiggle himself close to it, his body burning and the strange sense of emptiness starts to like an uncomfortable ich he can't get rid of inside himself.

He whines, when despite his insistence the hands holding his don't move and seemly tighten his.

His mind flashes with a different approach and he lung as soon as it crosses.

(Revised)