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Possession

Tom stood backstage, leaning against a tall column. From where he was, he had a perfect, undisturbed view of Harry, in the middle of the stage, with just his guitar and a mike stand for company.

He loved listening to Harry sing.

The crowd did too, and as Harry came to the end of his song, they went wild, screaming and crying out for more. Tom's thin lips stretched into a smile. They loved him, and yet, Harry was his.

When the set was over, and Harry had done his encore, Tom wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulder and led him out the back way into the waiting car. Occasionally, they stayed for Harry to engage with his fans, but not tonight.

Tonight, Tom wanted Harry all to himself.

He slid into the backseat beside Harry, and lifted his arm. Harry tucked himself against Tom's side, closing his eyes as he nuzzled his face against Tom's neck. Tom finally felt himself relax into the leather seat.

This was what he needed, what he always needed. Though he loved to hear Harry sing, he hated that he had to share that magic with others. Harry should be his, only ever his, and yet, millions of people across the globe felt like they could claim him simply because they streamed his music or bought his albums.

"How'd I do?" Harry asked, tone low and sleepy.

"You were magnificent," Tom replied softly. "As you always are. One more night, my love, and then you'll be all mine once more."

Harry sighed and snuggled closer still. "It will be nice to go home for a while," he admitted. "I'm a little tired of hotel rooms."

Tom nodded. While they only stayed in the best hotels, Tom craved seeing his Harry spread out on his bed, in his house.

"I'll book the jet for immediately after the show tomorrow, then," Tom promised. "We'll be home before you know it."

Harry smiled up tiredly, his emerald eyes hooded. Tom knew he wouldn't make it back to the hotel before he was asleep. "What would I do without you?"

Tom nudged Harry's temple with his nose. "You'll never have to find out."

And he wouldn't. Tom had made sure of that over the years, removing any threat to their relationship. Anybody who could have even the slightest sway on Harry was taken out of the equation, swiftly and cruelly.

Tom had possessed Harry entirely, and nobody would ever get close enough to try and take Harry away from him.

Not that he thought Harry would try and leave. Tom was proud to indulge every single whim of Harry's, he did whatever was necessary to keep the smile on Harry's face at all times.

Harry being happy was Tom's primary objective, because if he was happy, then he wouldn't ever try and leave.

"Hmm, love you," Harry hummed, settling against Tom once more, his eyes drifting shut.

"I love you too, my Harry," Tom replied. "Sleep, sweetheart. I'll look after you."

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Auction - Tom Riddle

365. 137. Indulge

1000. 336. Singing