Killer Queen | Tomarry fanfiction

Tom

"Hello Harry."  Tom said, laying on the bed with his arms behind his head. He wore his Slytherin uniform, his eyes closed as the warm fire roared quietly in the background. The room was almost all brown, ranging from shades of chocolate to tan. The clock ticked and tocked, making Harry very aware of the passing time between him arriving and him speaking.

"Master, what are we going to do today?" Harry said, bowing slightly as a warm smile appeared on his lips. He knew what was coming, a lust-filled kiss followed by the ultimate bliss. A waterfall of everything he had ever desired; somebody who cared about him was hard to come by. Harry walked up to the bed and bent down on two knees, waiting for orders. "What do you want from me, today?"

Tom sat up, fully alert and ready. He lent over to Harry's face and let their lips meet, a dance of true love. Everything was perfect, Harry feeling every little feeling in his stomach. It was bliss. When the kiss ended, Harry pulled on the band of Tom's trousers, asking for permission to discard them. Tom happily obliged, letting Harry take them off of him. Once everything was off of Tom, Harry let his lips meet Tom's member. The sounds Tom made gave Harry unimaginable pleasure, the sound making it's way down Harry's spine, through his stomach and into his trousers.

Nothing was said for a while, Harry sucking and kissing everywhere he knew would make Tom gasp. He felt like everything was right in the world as himself and Tom shared this moment together. Tom pulled Harry up onto the bed, pushing him onto the pillows. Harry's breath escaped him for a moment, his heart almost falling out of his chest. Tom pulled Harry's trousers down, throwing them across the room with a flick of his wrist. Tom licked his lips before he lined his member with Harry's ass and slowly pushed his way in. Harry whimpered in ecstasy, his eyes involuntarily closing. Tom grunted softly as he entered, his checks flushed with pink.

Everything was in this feeling, the way Tom moved his hips and Harry bit his quaking lip. The feeling was immense, every thrust causing shocks of pleasure to go through the lovers. Harry grabbed Toms cloak that still clinged to his body, trying to pull Tom deeper into him. Tom gasps mixed with Harry's moans, every second feeling like forever in this heaven. The pressure was so strong and Harry could feel it building up inside him. Tom reached over, grabbing Harry's member and playing with it loosely as he thrust deeper and deeper inside of him. He was going to cum -

"POTTER!" Uncle Vernon shouted. Harry awoke from his dream bleeding and covered in deep stab wounds and dark bruises. Harry let himself cry softly. Why did he have to dream of such pleasures when his life was really only filled with hate? "I want to play a little game. You were having a nightmare. Now let me make that nightmare a reality."

In a fit of uncontrollable hatred, Vernon began to pull open one of Harry's deepest wounds. It bled what seemed all off his blood, the feeling making him sick. Pleasure replaced by pain. Why did it have to come to this? But he knew that soon he'd be at Hogwarts. Soon he would be safe at home.