TITLE:
Taming the Animal
AUTHOR:
Heartfelt Death
RATED:
M for maturity and language, for yaoi too. Just the usual.
SUMMARY:
Song fic. HP/TR. Read if you'd like to.
DISCLAIMER:
Not mine.
Sorry.
Some
say, now suffer all the children
And walk away a savior
Or a
madman and polluted
From gutter institutions
Don't you breathe
for me
Undeserving of your sympathy
Cause there ain't no way
that I'm sorry for what I did
Tom sat in a lush chair next to Harry's bed, watching him sleep. The boy had had a rough life, caused mainly by himself, but maybe…maybe he could change it…
Harry's eyes fluttered open, emerald meeting crimson. He smiled sleepily and said, "Am I cured?"
Tom smiled softly. "Yes you are."
Tears rolled down his cheeks, green eyes overwhelmed with sadness. "Tom…I'm so sorry…I'm so sorry for everything…" He began to sob, burying himself in the covers of his bed.
And
through it all
How could you cry for me?
Cause I don't feel bad
about it.
So shut your eyes
Kiss me goodbye,
And sleep.
Just
sleep.
Tom reached over and pulled Harry close. "No, hush, hush…you did nothing…you never ever have wronged me. I wronged you."
Harry's sobs increased, his body shivering in Tom's arms. Tom pulled him closer, wishing he could take all of the younger boy's pain away.
"Hush, my love, hush…it's alright now, never will I hurt you again…ever…"
The
hardest part is letting go of your dreams
Harry rested his face against Tom's chest. Nothing had ever been right in his life, but…being with Tom, not trying to kill each other…it was new, and it broke his heart how right it felt.
Why had no one ever cared? The Dursleys hadn't, the whole world hadn't. And now, how ironic was it to find that he had feelings for his enemy, and it seemed Tom had some for him?
He cried and cried, until his voice was hoarse when he spoke.
"I want to stay with you Tom."
A
drink for the horror that I'm in
For the good guys, and the bad
guys
For the monsters that I've been
Three cheers for
tyranny
Unapologetic apathy
Cause there ain't no way that I'm
coming back again
Tom conjured a glass of water and gave it to the green eyed boy.
"I want you to stay too, but now is not the time to discuss those things. Now is the time for you to get some rest and heal physically. We'll work on the emotional wounds at a later time…"
Harry sniffled. "O…ok. Erm, will…will you stay here?"
Tom nodded. "Of course. I'll even sleep next to you if that's what you wish."
Harry nodded shyly, moving over to make room for Tom.
The older man in question watched Harry drift to sleep, crimson eyes lost in the past. He wasn't sorry for all the wrong things he'd done…well, actually, he was, but he could never tell anyone such a thing.
Except Harry.
'Such a beautiful boy,' he thought, tracing the scar that he himself had created on the boy's forehead.
And
through it all The hardest part's the awful things that I've seen
How could you cry for me?
Cause I don't feel bad
about it
So shut your eyes
Kiss me goodbye
And sleep
Just
sleep
Tom
began to cry, having finally broken down. He had hurt this boy so
much; he hoped he burned in hell for all eternity. 'It would serve
me right.'
Harry stirred at Tom muffled sniffles and sobs.
"Hmmm…"
Just
sleep
Just sleep
Just sleep
Just sleep
Just sleep
Just
sleep
Tom quieted himself, smoothing Harry's hair back.
"Just sleep, my love, just sleep…"
Pulling Harry closer, he kissed Harry's lightning bolt scar, and they feel asleep in each other's arms.
Wake
up!
I'm terribly sorry. I haven't updated because of writer's block and all the fucking shit that's going on in my life…you know, you never take into account that the people writing these fics have a life too as a reader. But once you start your own story… (shakes head). Anyhoo, I know many of you are very anxious for more on Time Twisted Twins and the Truth and the Cross Over, but my life just doesn't like me. If any of you could appease it with some chocolate, I would be eternally grateful. So, yes.
I've also had some requests that Not Gonna Get Us should be continued. If anyone would like to send in suggestions or even chapters or outlines of them, I'll see what I can do, because, though I would love to continue it, I pull up a blank for any ideas.
Also, I'm in dire need of a beta. Anyone willing to be my beta please contact me through a personal message through FFN. Don't just email me, because then it'll be confusing as to who you are on FFN, and then I'd have to go through the search engine to find your profile.
Once again, my sincerest apologies, and my overwhelming gratitude and thanks for your patience.
Heartfelt Death
