Jonquils And Lightning

Waking Revelations

Harry groaned a little as he woke. There was something pinning one of his arms to the mattress, which wasn't good, and at the same time, there was incredible pleasure locked around him, drawing him deeper into a wet mouth. He thought he must still be dreaming.

And then he opened his eyes and found the blankets knotted around his arms, holding them back, and Tom kneeling between his legs, sucking Harry's morning erection down his throat with incredible determination.

"Fuck," Harry gasped, his hips tilting up and his eyes rolling back. Then he shook his head. No, this would only confuse things. He had only meant to do anything with Tom once, he'd made that promise to himself...

His thoughts scattered again as Tom licked all around him with the same level of attention that Harry could imagine him bringing to conquering the world. But this couldn't happen, and Harry directed a burst of magic through his skin at the blankets. They melted away as if they'd never existed, taking the magical bonds with them that Tom must have put there.

Harry promptly sat up and pulled Tom's head off him. "No," he said softly.

Tom blinked at him, large eyes with a shine deep in them that Harry wanted to surrender to. He held himself back from doing it. "But I only wanted to make you feel good," Tom said softly. He raised a hand to touch Harry's hip.

Harry fought for control of himself. Tom's voice was hoarse. It made him imagine all sorts of things that he—

Wasn't going to imagine. Harry gave Tom a tight smile and said, "Last night was nice. But it can't happen again."

"Why not?"

"Because you want to return to your world. And I don't want to go with you. And you'll regret it if you sleep with me."

Tom licked his lips. "I haven't seen anything to regret so far. Not your emotions or your magic or your level of interest in me or your...taste."

Harry held back a groan. Tom wasn't as evil as Harry had thought he was, but that didn't mean he didn't seduce people. "I want someone who will want to stay with me all their days."

"And I do want that. I want you to come back with me, and engage in earning the justice that people in my world don't have. You've seen Dumbledore. You think that he's going to allow me to just return? Or that he'll be fair to the people who follow me? Or anyone else, Muggleborn or not, who's caught casting the Unforgivables?"

Harry narrowed his eyes. "That was something you planned to use to lure me after you, wasn't it? That there's a world full of people to save?"

"Yes." Tom said it without a trace of shame. "The way I originally planned to use the pleasure that exploded between us when we touched." He sat up and shook back a lock of his disheveled hair, which was so unfairly handsome that Harry restrained another groan. "It doesn't mean that I despise you, Harry. It means that I want you so much I would have done anything."

"Would have done?"

"I've realized that I can't trick you like that. It has to be your own choice. And if you want someone who can keep up with you, and someone who would never be afraid of your magic, and someone who would always desire you, then I'll be everything you need."

Harry took a deep breath. "I want someone more than that, although it's a good start. I want someone who loves me. And someone who wants to stay in this dimension, where for the first time in my life I have family."

Tom tilted his head as if listening for the sound of distant bells. "I think I could grow to love you. I don't know if I would describe myself as arriving there yet. I've never loved anyone in my life except my mother, and even then, I don't know if the emotion would be recognizable to you."