⋆ Tomtord Oneshots ⋆

Late Night Affairs

⚠️Warning ⚠️
This oneshot includes smut and Dom!Tom
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The arrhythmic click of impatient footsteps against the marble floor echoed through the near empty hallways. Only one person dared to venture past a certain pair of doors at this hour in the night, all other soldiers having been prohibited of this for unknown reasons. That person was the red leader himself, an esteemed individual who ruled with an iron fist. But everybody has there dirty little secrets. His just happened to be a lot more... promiscuous, per say, then some might expect.

At what happened to be the stopping point of a seemingly never ending hallway, a pair of large oak doors greeted the male who seemed much smaller in comparison. No windows lined this part of the army base. Just plain white walls and sickeningly clean floors, a single lamp the only source of weak light. He paused long enough to look over his shoulder in order to ensure that no curious onlookers had come to join him on that specific night. He needed to be alone for this. Nothing other than that would do.

After a few moments of carefully surveying the area, the cameral blonde exhaled a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding in. He knew he had to hurry up or the consequences he faced would be excruciating. So he slowly pushed opened the door, stern eyes meeting those of the focal point of the room.

There, sitting calmly with one leg dangling over the edge of an old rolling table as the other rested lazily against his chin, a visor wearing male locked his gaze with the leader. A cigarette was positioned between two of his bony fingers, its tip pressed against his slightly chapped lips. The moonlight seemed to perfectly illuminate all of the male's structured features, his chiseled jawline being especially visible.

"Are you going to keep drooling over me or are you going to come inside? I'm fine with either, to be honest." An accented voice chirped, his eyes scanning over the familiar figure in front of him. A permanent smirk stayed plastered on his lips.

"As smug as ever, aren't you Thomas?" A quiet, throaty chuckle left the grey eyed males lips. He walked through the maze of tables and chairs until he reached a specific one in the middłe of the room. The room had previously served as a place for meetings, but as the army expanded he no longer had a need for such an outdated area. Yet again, he'd proved himself wrong. He waisted no time climbing into the lap of the taller of the two, now know as Thomas or more preferably Tom, with a content expression.

"You know me all too well, red leader." Tom hummed, puffing out a cloud of memorizing cigar smoke. He watched as it slowly disintegrated into the air, the smell of cheap wine and smoke still hanging heavy in the room.

A slight growl emitted from the supposed to be feared man, "Stop calling me that. It's Tord to you." He honestly couldn't stand the way Tom tried to use his leader name, despite the fact that they were in complete different armies. And he specifically gave him permission to use his real one. "Otherwise you'll remind me of all my insufferable soldiers."

Tom clicked his tongue in response, bringing his cigarette down and pushing it against Tord's lips. He knew it was fine for him to do so. They'd done this a million times before. "Newbies giving you hell again?" He inquired, watching as he inhaled a long drag of the cigarette. He pulled it away from the shorter's lips as he exhaled, pushing his head back against his chest.

"I've never met such incompetent fucktards in my entire life."

Tom chuckled at this, letting his arms find their usual place around Tord's waist. "Tough luck, hun. Hopefully the next few will be better."

The two fit together uncharacteristically well, like puzzles pieces that just simply belonged together as they were manufactured to. No matter how cheesy that sounds. But maybe a more accurate representation of them would be two pieces from different puzzles, that somehow fit together even if they weren't originally meant to be.