Both obsessed/Tom Riddle (completed)

042 Morning of

The soft light of early morning seeped into the chamber bedroom, muted by the heavy green curtains draped across the high windows. The flickering light cast shadows over the stone walls, a quiet contrast to the stillness within. Tom Riddle woke first, his eyes opening slowly as his senses sharpened, a mixture of habit and a deep-seated restlessness pushing him from sleep.

But as his mind stirred, he felt something off, something different.

Ernesh was draped over him, his body fully sprawled across Tom's, limbs wrapped around him like ivy. His head rested against Tom's chest, his hair still slightly damp, the faint scent of the potion lingering. His breath was warm against Tom's neck, shallow and soft, and his hands were clutching at Tom's sides with an almost desperate grip.

Tom blinked, piecing together the events of the night before. The bath. The potion. Ernesh's damp hair. A flicker of irritation passed through him as he realized his mistake. He had buried his face in Ernesh's wet hair, inhaled the lingering traces of the potion. Foolish. Reckless. And yet...

He couldn't think of anything but Ernesh.

The weight of him, the press of his body, the sharp lines of his face softened in sleep—everything about him felt magnified, amplified in Tom's mind. A burning heat pooled in his chest as he stared down at the boy, unable to tear his gaze away. His mind, normally so sharp and calculating, felt clouded, consumed by thoughts of Ernesh. He wanted to hold him tighter, to keep him here, to make him his completely.

Ernesh shifted in his sleep, his snake-like green eyes briefly fluttering open before slipping closed again. He murmured something unintelligible, his forked tongue flicking out and brushing against Tom's collarbone. Tom shivered at the sensation, his lips curling into a slow, predatory smirk as he noticed the faint glisten of venom pooling at the corner of Ernesh's mouth.

It was feeding day.

Tom's gaze darkened as he watched Ernesh move. The boy squirmed, his hips rolling slightly against Tom's in a way that felt almost instinctive, as though seeking something even in his sleep. A quiet hiss escaped Tom's lips as the friction sent a spark of heat through him, but he forced himself to remain still, his hands gripping the bed beneath him as he observed.

Ernesh's movements grew more erratic, his breathing shallow as he clung tighter to Tom, his nails digging into his skin. His arms wrapped around Tom's torso, pulling him closer, as though afraid he might slip away. The desperation in his hold was palpable, and Tom's smirk widened, a flicker of satisfaction curling in his chest.

"Clingy, aren't we?" Tom murmured under his breath, his voice low and amused.

Ernesh whimpered softly in response, his head nuzzling against Tom's neck. His tongue flickered again, tasting the air, tasting him, and Tom could feel the faint sting of Ernesh's fangs grazing his skin.

The boy's venom dripped lazily from his lips, a thin line trailing down his chin before landing on Tom's chest. Tom's eyes narrowed as he watched, his hand moving instinctively to wipe it away, but he stopped himself. No—he wanted to see how far Ernesh would go.

Ernesh's arms tightened around Tom once more, his body trembling slightly as his breathing grew heavier. "Don't leave me," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. The words were raw, filled with an aching need that sent a shiver down Tom's spine.

Tom's fingers found their way into Ernesh's hair, stroking it with calculated tenderness. "I'm not going anywhere," he replied smoothly, his voice a low purr. "You know that."

Ernesh's grip loosened slightly at the reassurance, but he didn't let go entirely. Instead, he pressed himself closer, his legs tangling with Tom's as though trying to fuse their bodies together. His lips brushed against Tom's collarbone, leaving a faint, damp trail of venom in their wake.

Tom's patience began to fray. The boy's movements, his touch, his very presence—it was intoxicating. The potion's lingering effects only amplified the intensity, turning what should have been irritation into a deep, all-consuming desire to keep Ernesh close.

"Ernesh," Tom said, his voice sharper now, though still laced with a dangerous sort of affection. "You're being greedy."

Ernesh's head shot up at the words, his dark green eyes wide and filled with a mixture of guilt and hunger. His lips parted slightly, revealing the faint gleam of his fangs, and his forked tongue flicked out, tasting the air between them.

"I can't help it," he admitted softly, his voice trembling. "I—" He cut himself off, burying his face back into Tom's chest. "I just need you."

Tom's smirk returned, sharper this time, as he tilted Ernesh's chin upward to meet his gaze. "You already have me," he murmured, his thumb brushing against Ernesh's jawline. "Completely. But don't think for a second that means you can control me."

Ernesh whimpered again, his hands clutching at Tom's robes as though to anchor himself. "I don't want to control you," he whispered. "I just... I want to keep you. Forever."

Tom chuckled darkly at the words, his fingers trailing down Ernesh's spine. "Forever is a long time," he replied, his tone teasing. "Are you sure you can handle that?"

Ernesh's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening. "Yes," he said firmly, his voice trembling but resolute.

Tom's smirk widened. "Good," he said simply, pulling Ernesh closer.

For now, he let the boy cling to him, his venom-damp lips pressing soft kisses against his neck and chest. The potion had done its job well, amplifying Ernesh's already obsessive devotion to unbearable levels. But Tom wasn't immune either—not anymore.

As Ernesh settled back into a restless sleep, his body still tangled with Tom's, Tom's mind raced. He had created this—this perfect storm of obsession and devotion. And now, he would see just how far it could go.

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