Both obsessed/Tom Riddle (completed)

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The dungeon air was cold and heavy, wrapping itself around Ernesh as he sat in the silent classroom. His head twitched to the side, a sharp jerk that made his jet-black hair sway over his sharp cheekbones. He stared down at the test in front of him, his quill scratching furiously across the parchment.

His arm burned where his nails had carved angry red streaks into the pale skin, but the pain was distant, a faint hum drowned out by the growing noise in his mind. His pupils—thin, slitted ovals—dilated, and his forked tongue flicked out to wet his dry lips.

The other students shifted uneasily, glancing at him out of the corners of their eyes. They always did. Ernesh was an unsettling presence, a quiet figure whose dark green snake-like eyes seemed to see right through people. No one spoke to him. No one dared.

When the test was done, he didn't wait. He shoved the parchment onto the professor's desk and walked out of the classroom, his movements stiff and precise, like a marionette being pulled by invisible strings.

Down, down he went, deeper into the castle, into the belly of the serpent. The shadows seemed to stretch as he moved, the torches flickering and hissing in their sconces. His breathing was shallow, almost panting, as though something in the air was suffocating him.

The Chamber of Secrets opened with a hiss, the great stone door grinding against the floor. Ernesh stepped inside, his movements twitchy and frantic, his dark green eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.

He found Tom exactly where he knew he would be, standing in the center of Salazar Slytherin's private chamber. A faint smirk tugged at Tom's lips as he held up a small vial of shimmering, iridescent liquid.

Amortentia.

Ernesh froze, his pupils narrowing to thin slits as his gaze locked onto Tom. His chest heaved, his forked tongue flicking out to taste the air.

"Ernesh," Tom said, his voice smooth and slow, the sound curling through the room like smoke. "You found me faster than I expected."

Ernesh didn't respond. His body moved on instinct, his long limbs carrying him across the room in an almost predatory lurch. He reached Tom in seconds, his arms snapping around Tom's neck as he clung to him, his legs locking around Tom's waist.

"Ernesh," Tom murmured again, his tone tinged with amusement. "You're so predictable."

But Ernesh wasn't listening. His sharp fangs grazed Tom's neck before sinking deep into the soft flesh. Tom let out a soft hiss of pain but made no effort to push him away. Instead, he adjusted his grip, holding Ernesh up as the boy fed on him.

Tom's blood dripped down his neck, warm and sticky, as Ernesh latched on tighter. His forked tongue flicked out, lapping at the crimson streaks. His hands clung to Tom's shoulders, his nails digging deep enough to draw blood.

"You're such a desperate little thing," Tom murmured, his voice low and mocking. He carried Ernesh to the bed, sitting down with the boy still wrapped around him like a serpent coiled around its prey.

Ernesh's body writhed against him, his hips jerking involuntarily as he buried his face deeper into Tom's neck. "No squirming," Tom ordered, his voice sharp.

Ernesh froze at the command, his breath hitching. He pulled back slightly, his face a mess of blood, his emerald eyes wild and unblinking.

"I can't help it," Ernesh whispered, his voice trembling, almost a hiss. "You're everything. Everything." His forked tongue darted out, tasting the blood that lingered on his lips.

Tom smirked, his hands tightening on Ernesh's hips to still him. "Of course I am," he said softly, his tone dripping with cruelty. "And yet, I wonder... How much more can you take, Ernesh? How much further can I push you?"

Ernesh let out a low, broken sound, pressing his face back into Tom's neck. "Anything," he murmured. "Everything. I'll do anything for you, Tom."

Tom's smirk widened. He leaned back against the pillows, letting Ernesh drain him, letting the boy tremble and cling and worship. He knew he should stop this—Ernesh was trembling, his body too weak to keep going—but Tom didn't care. He wanted to see how far Ernesh would go before he broke.

Eventually, Ernesh collapsed, his body limp against Tom's. Blood stained his mouth, his chin, and Tom's neck. His breathing was shallow, his dark green eyes fluttering as he fought to stay awake.

Tom carried him to the bed, laying him down gently. He cleaned the blood from Ernesh's face and neck, his movements slow and deliberate. As he worked, he glanced at the vial of Amortentia he had left on the bedside table.

He'd brought it here to use on Ernesh, to push the boy's obsession even further, to see what might happen if he crossed that final line. But now, looking down at Ernesh—his sharp fangs bared in sleep, his lips stained red, his dark green eyes barely visible beneath his fluttering lashes—Tom realized that the potion might not even be necessary.

Ernesh was already obsessed. Completely, irrevocably. But Tom wanted more. He needed more. He wanted to see just how much he could take from Ernesh before the boy shattered completely.

And yet, as he tucked Ernesh under the emerald-green duvet, he couldn't shake the feeling that Ernesh held just as much power over him. That silent, unnerving control that Ernesh seemed to wield without even trying.

Tom leaned down, pressing a deep kiss to Ernesh's lips. The boy stirred slightly, his snake-like eyes opening just enough to meet Tom's gaze. He didn't say a word. He didn't need to.

Tom smirked as he pulled away, his mind already racing with plans. The vial of Amortentia disappeared into his pocket as he turned and walked away.

One day, he would use it. One day, he would see how far Ernesh's devotion could stretch. But not yet. For now, he would savor the knowledge that Ernesh belonged to him, body and soul.

And if Ernesh broke along the way, so be it.

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