Title: Do You Still Love Me?
Pairing: Lord Voldemort x Harry Potter
Rating: Mature - Explicit
Warnings: Sexual Content
Summary: Sometimes, falling in love isn't enough.
When you love someone with your all, you allow them to see you at your worst. They see not only your tears, but also your heart. When Harry had given himself completely to Tom, he had fully expected the other man to give himself up, as well. Alas, things didn't work out that way.
Rather than being the wonderful husband Harry had imagined him to be, he changed. Back in the day, the older man would bring him flowers and shower him with praises. Now? Now, all Tom did was dismiss him, giving him the occasional insult wrapped in pretty words. Gone was the man who told him that he loved him on a regular basis. Gone was the man who kissed him goodnight, holding him close. Gone was the man Harry had fallen in love with.
The mere thought of it makes him want to cry.
"Tom?" Harry calls out softly, entering their shared apartment. No one answers him and Harry sighs, already knowing that the other man wasn't home. It's been like this for weeks. No matter what time Harry came home from his shift at the police department, Tom was never home. Then, when Harry was on the precipice of falling asleep, the man would come home, stumbling through their shared apartment.
Drunk, always drunk.
On those nights, Harry would roll his eyes and help the man get to bed, protesting half-heartedly when Tom would try to grope him. He would always give in; the man's entrancing crimson eyes always making him melt on the inside.
"This is the last time," he would always say. He knew it was lies, yet he would still try to be firm. Tom would merely nod his assent and lean down to nip at Harry's throat, encouraged by the loud moans of approval. From there, they'd have sex. No longer did they make love. Love was something that couldn't be found in their relationship. Everything they did was fast and dirty, no kindness in sight.
In the morning, Harry would regret it too. He'd clutch his sore arse, glaring daggers at the peacefully slumbering man. In the end, he'd go to work, allowing the cycle to start again.
Downright pitiful, that's what it was.
Sighing, Harry makes his way up to their bedroom, cringing when the smell of sex hit him full throttle. He enters the room, going to pick up the clothes that they had thrown last night in their haste. When that was done, he goes to throw himself on the bed.
He doesn't know what to do; doesn't know how to fix the situation he's somehow found himself in. He loves Tom, he really does, but he can't help but wonder if Tom loves him anymore.
Looking up absently, he feels tears begin to burn in his eyes.
Once upon a time, Tom had been everything. There had been no Harry without Tom. He had loved the man; had wanted him with every fiber of his being. He knows that Tom had felt the same; he knows that the other man had loved him so much it hurt, but he didn't know if those feelings still existed.
Curling into a ball, Harry loses track of time. He doesn't know how long he's laid there, tears streaming down his face. He simply knows that Tom's arms are suddenly around him, pulling him to a familiar chest.
"Don't cry, little one," Tom whispers, placing a kiss on Harry's forehead. Harry whines low in his throat, cuddling closer to the other man.
"Don't leave me," he begs. "I love you, Tom."
Tom sighs, reaching down to gently pull Harry's chin up, forcing the younger man to look him straight in the eyes.
"I'm not going to leave you, Harry," he promises. "Don't you know I love you?"
"Do you?" Harry retorts. "You're always drunk, always away. Where are you, Tom?"
"I'm right here," Tom rushes to assure him. "I just have stuff to take care of, baby. It has me stressed out. I'm forever and always by your side, though. Don't you remember our vows?"
"Of course I do," Harry answers with a fond smile. "I love you, Harry James Potter. Until the day I die, I'll always love you. Forever and always…"
"Exactly," Tom begins. "Now, let's stop before you get to the mushy stuff."
Harry laughs, the sound watery.
"Those are my favorite parts, though," he comments idly. "You were so adorable, blushing like that."
"How about mortifying?" Tom tries. Despite his words, he's smiling too, his eyes gleaming with amusement. They sit there in silence for a moment, each lost within their own thoughts.
"Tom?" Harry asks after a while, suddenly serious. Tom nods, instructing him to continue. "We're alright, right?"
Instead of answering, Tom leans down and presses a chaste kiss on the other's lips.
"Definitely."
Written for:
Fanfiction Month October - 809.
