The Phoenix and His Basilisk (Completed)

Red Clementines for Domination

(A/n: freaky smut up ahead. Like, seriously freaky. I don't even know)
The next week after that was confusing to say the least.

Tom trained his followers every single day, and demanded that they get in shape.

He was bossier, more tense and more demanding than ever.

But when they were alone, he'd hug Harry close and then kiss him sweetly. He'd kiss him any chance he got, and always, always, he would be calmer.

It was like Tom was addicted.

And Harry has to admit that he was the same.

Every time he had to be further away from Tom, he felt sick to his stomach. His skin crawled with the wrongness of it, and he was tired of feeling miserable whenever Tom was away.

Tom lasted longer than Harry, actually. He was able to function without him for an hour at least.

Now, Harry felt utterly exhausted. He didn't want to get up from his bed for the next 30 years.

Wait, that was a coma.

Huh.

That sounded nice, actually.

The door opened. He didn't look up until a hand slid through his hair. "Birdie~."

His eyes snapped up and he purred at the sight of Tom. The omega smiled softly.

"Eveline needs you. You have to get up."

Harry made a growling sound. He shook his head and then with a simple movement of his wings, he had forced Tom under him onto the bed.

The naga jumped, and squeaked.

Harry chuckled and nibbled at his throat. He picked up, sucking at his scent gland. His hands traveled across Tom's cool skin, caressing the soft muscles and pressing against his hips.

Tom thrashed in pleasure and mewled. His tail whipped around until Harry caught it and rubbed the soft scales.

Tom shuddered as Harry raised his head.

He gently parted the soft slit on Tom's tail. Slipping a finger inside of the soft heat, Harry watched Tom gasp and writhe.

Wiggling the finger, he inserted another inside and stretched Tom's tight hole. His other hand unbuttoned Tom's long Chinese styled shirt.

When the bottom part was taken off, Harry reached down to lick at the soft folds right below the part where his tail started.

Tom shrieked, as Harry continued to finger and lick him. It was sweet and warm. Harry licked his lips when he stopped and then continued. His tongue dig deep into the slick walls.

Tom grabbed his hair, unsure whether he should push him away or pull him closer.

Then he moaned again, bending his back as he came into Harry's mouth.

Harry licked all of it, cleaning the tail as his fingers were sucked by Tom's tight walls, rhythmically clenching around.

Fuck, Tom was adorable.

He leaned back to savor the juices dripping from his mouth, and lovingly kissed Tom's stomach before he pulled his fingers out.

Tom looked at him with half-lidded eyes, glaring at him. Then he flipped them over.

Harry blinked as suddenly, Tom unzipped his pants and grabbed his erection.

He yelped as Tom's tail wrapped around it.

"Shut the hell up," Tom hissed before he started to give him a handjob—— tailjob???

He didn't know, but it felt incredibly good.

Little sounds fell out of his throat, and Tom smirked at him as his tail squeezed and moved up and down. Harry grappled the sheets and grabbed them, feeling Hadrian try to come through his mind and take over.

Fuck this! Hadrian growled.

'Well fuck you, Hadrian!'

Not me, Tom! Fuck Tom, you twat!

'What the fuck?!'

He was interrupted by Tom, who stopped moving. He looked up with confusion in his eyes.

Tom glared at him and then squeezed harshly.

"Don't get distracted," he said quietly, before his tail moved up and down again even faster than ever.

(A/n: smut ends. For now)
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Fred and George were discussing ways to prank Tom, when suddenly, six camellias flew towards them.

As it dropped softly in their laps, they picked them up curiously.

Two were pink, another two were white and the last were red.

George glanced at his twin, who glanced back at him in confusion.

Who sent these to them?

George stood up to look around. The door was still locked, so it wasn't possible that someone could've opened it.

The window was open, but they hadn't seen anyone send anything up (since they were on the second floor) and George didn't see anyone down in the yard.

Fred twirled a red camellia in his fingers. Suddenly, they both forgot about their project and were creating conspiracy theories about who it was.

However, Neville walked in after knocking.

"Hey guys, what are you—— whoa! Are those camellias?" He asked.

Fred nodded. "Yeah. Someone sent them to us."

Neville smiled. "Really? That's so nice! Pink camellias mean longing, y'know."

George blinked. "Really? What do the others mean?"

"Well, red camellias mean deep desire and white ones mean adoration. I think someone is courting you. Have you gotten any other presents?"

Fred thought about it. "I mean, there was once a box of sweets in front of our door when we didn't leave for a few days... and this other time, George got a bag of galleons when we needed to buy some things for our pranks..."

Neville chuckled, crossing his arms. His tail flicked absently. "Well, someone is definitely courting you guys. Do you have any ideas who they might be?"

The twins shook their heads.

Neville sighed again. "Well, I don't know, but your heat is starting soon. Be careful. Try to sniff them out, if you can."

They nodded as he then left.

George took a cautious sniff at the flower stem and the slight scent of lavender and driftwood, tainted by expensive cologne and jasmine invaded his nose.

He blushed. Fred blinked at his twin and tilted his head.

George motioned to the flower and Fred followed his example.

He blinked at the strange combination of scents. His wings twitched and he flushed slightly.

Maybe this person was special.

Draco clenched the area above his rapidly beating heart. His face was red and hot.

His tail swished in embarrassment and he thought of what he had done.

He had given the flowers to Fred and George.

Draco held his face in his hands and made a strangled sound.

Now all he had to see their reaction.

Hopefully, it was a good one.