Author's Note!: This is le slash chapter. If you dislike, please don't read, or comment. Sorry it took so long to update. I got lazy. bleh.

Enjoy~

Harry was bored.

He didn't know if it was possible to be any more bored.

In fact! He was so bored that..that.. sigh

"he was so bored that all he was doing was laying on his bed thinking about how bored he is."

Harry looked up at the ceiling studying the intricate paisley patterns that were carved on the canopy of the bed. After they had finished breakfast, Snape barged through the door with a pile of papers in hand, and said to Tom that if he didn't go through this right now, Then they might as well give up the war.

Harry panicking, looked to Tom, expecting some sort of calm rage as he tortured Severus to a mental crisp. But he just sighed and got up and followed Severus out of the room. Right before he left he said, "I shall talk to you later Harry. It seems that if I do not finish these papers immediately, Severus will surely have my head. I trust you won't snoop around my house?"

If he didn't want me to snoop, why didn't he give me something better to do?

Harry swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. He grabbed his wand from the side table, and walked over to the door. He peeked around it looking both ways and then cautiously walked out into the hallway.

To the left were a bunch of doors and then a dead end, so he turned right towards the stairs. He assumed the doors would just be more bedrooms, although, he did wonder what Tom's bedroom looked like...

Harry froze with a blank look on his face, slapped himself, and continued towards the stairs.

Just as he reached the top of the stairs he heard someone begin walking up the huge spiral stairs. He looked around and spotted a large potted plant in the corner. Perfect!

He dashed behind it just in time and saw tom walk up the stairs. He paused for a minute, and for a moment thought Harry thought he was caught. But then he kept walking down the hallway he had come from. He waited until he heard a door open and shut, then got out from behind the plant and looked around. Harry left out a breath of air then-

"Hello Harry."

"Gah!" Tom chuckled as Harry jumped a foot in the air before spinning around to face him. "o-oh! Um, Hello! I was just- um." Harry blushed when he chuckled again.

Tom backed him up against the wall and placed his hands on each said of Harry's head. "You weren't by any chance.." Tom leaned down, and Harry shivered when he felt his warm breath wash over his ear. "snooping, were you?" He jerked when he felt him run his tongue along the shell of his ear, then dip in.

"o-of course not! Why can't I just w-walk around-ah~" Tom nipped at his ear and sucked into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it in apology. "W-what are- why are you..."

Tom pushed one of his legs in between his own and pressed up. "ugh! Oh~" Tom rubbed his thigh against Harry's clothed and quickly hardening cock, While he bent further over and pressed his lips against his neck. He began trailing kisses up Harry's neck and across his jaw, and hovered in front of his lips.

Harry nearly moaned in embarrassment when his body thrust back against his leg seeking more pleasure. He opened his eyes, distantly wondering when they had closed and looked up a tom who was staring at him with such an intensity he almost came from that alone. He couldn't hold back, and let out a deep moan.

"Marveloussss~" Harry's eyes widened when Tom began to speak in parseltongue. "Kisss me"

Harry gasped. "n-noo, pleassse- I-I..." Tom darted out his tongue and traced around Harry's lips. "Just a kisss Harry, and then blissss" Harry began trembling, the pressure on his erection was becoming too much, just too much... But he couldn't kiss him. He wouldn't kiss the man who killed his parents.

"You wont or you can't, Harry?" Tears pricked at his eyes, and he shook his head. Tom's hands slid up his shirt and started twisting and rubbing his nipples. "ah! P-Pleassse!"

"Just a kiss Harry..." Harry tried to think. It wasn't just a kiss. It was willingness. It was his surrender to the pleasure. Giving up. He couldn't just raise a white flag to this man. The man who had caused so much pain for him throughout his entire life.

Harry felt thoughts seep into his brain that weren't his own. But it is just a kiss... It doesn't have to mean anything... just a way to achieve physical pleasure.. release. It feels so good, but you need release... Kiss him... just a kiss...Just a touch of the lips...

'Yes..' Harry thought. 'Just a kiss. Only to achieve release. Not that big a deal..' The leg in between his own pressed harder and he gasped before hesitantly leaning forward. He pressed his lips against the surprisingly soft others. Their lips started moving together, dancing when The leg began thrusting faster and harder, making Harry gasp. Tom took the opportunity and darted his tongue inside.

Their Tongues resumed the dance their lips had left off, When Harry faded away, opting instead to focus on the pleasure that was building. Harry moaned into Tom's mouth and broke the kiss with a need for air. He looked into his deep crimson red eyes. The color of blood. He imagined they were stained from seeing so much blood shed.

"T-tom, I'm gonna-" Harry ran out breath. Tom looked down at him through heavily lidded eyes. "What Harry? What are you going to do?" Harry moaned again. "I-I'm going to..to..c-cum! Aaaah!~"

Harry's eyes shot open, and saw red in his vision, before bright white flashed in front of his eyes, and he was cumming, so hard, so good, in thick spurting strands, his shorts rubbing on the head of his still convulsing cock. He laid against the covers, floating in orgasmic bliss, when he finally realized where he was.

He lifted his head up and groaned. He had been dreaming, and rubbing himself off against the covers in his sleep. He rolled over onto his back and cringed as he felt his sticky release seep through the fabric of his pants.

He laid there for a few moments and thought about what had just happened. He had a wet dream. Of Tom. He had. A Wet Dream... Of Tom. Wet Dream... of Tom.

He could not let Tom know about this. Ever.

Harry swung his legs over the side of the bed (hopefully awake this time) And looked through the dresser for a pair of clothes similar to what he was wearing. He walked over to the door, and peeked outside. He cautiously walked into the hallway and looked around, wondering which one was the bathroom.

While he was thinking, one of the doors swung open and out walked the very object of his frustration. 'eek!' Harry quickly turned around and was about to dart back in his room when-

"Ah! Harry! You aren't snooping are you?" Harry froze. He knew. Oh god, he knew. He turned around and studied him. No, nothing in his expression indicated anything either teasing or sexual. "N-no...I was just gonna go and take a shower." 'A cold one' He mentally added.

Tom smiled. "Oh. Perfect timing. I was about to go take a bath, and twiggy has already filled the bath. Come with me." huh? Was Tom going to let him take a bath first? He was perfectly fine with that.

Tom led him down the hall to another door and went inside it. Harry followed and was confused when he looked around a bedroom a bit bigger then his own. It was similar to his, other then the fact that the color scheme was black and blue.

He watched confused, as Tom walked over to the dresser next to the bed and pulled out a cloak similar to the one he was wearing. He looked back at him and saw the clothes in his arms. "oh. Good. You already have your clothes. That's the bathroom right there." He pointed to an open door to the left of me.

Harry walked in and gasped, staring at the huge tub in awe. It was a bit bigger then the prefects Bath! And that..Was big. He looked around the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. To his left was the shower made completely of clear glass. It was large enough to hold to people comfortably, and Harry blushed at the images his mind conjured.

Harry undressed and looked beside the shower. Next to it was a huge shelf lined with tons of products and potions. Harry sniggered. "So that's how his hair always looks so perfect."

"oh, ha. I bet if you used all of those products combined, your hair would still be an impossible mess."

Harry gasped and spun around covering his privates. "Hey! What are you doing in here?" Tom's eyebrows raised and he smirked at him. He wasn't wearing anything either, and was ashamed of nothing. To keep his gaze from wondering down, he looked up at the ceiling.

"You didn't actually think this whole bath was prepared just for you, did you?" Tom crossed his arms and chuckled. Harry glared at him, then continued looking at the ceiling and huffed in annoyance. "I'd rather take a shower alone, if you don't mind!" He saw Tom walk over to him out of the corner of his eye. "What's the problem? Were both adults here. Unless.. Your too embarrassed to be around anyone..undressed?"

"W-What? Of course not!" Tom walked around him and Harry watched him lower into the water and lean back. "Then it should be fine." Harry's eye twitched. Stupid man. Always goading him. "Fine!" He hurried over to the water and got in before Tom could see anything he didn't want him to. He sat on the side furthest from him.

Tom relaxed and put his elbows on the edge of the tub behind him. "Why are you sitting way over there?" He looked amused. "What? I can't sit where I want now?" Tom chuckled. "Of course you can. I just figured where you wanted to sit, was next to me." Harry blushed, and glared at Tom. "and why do you figure that?"

Tom grinned and pushed off of the edge and started floating towards him with his nose just above the water. Harry was still covering himself and pressed back into the edge, then began to get out of the tub. Before he could however, Tom pounced at him and grabbed both his wrist, preventing him from getting out. In the process also revealing himself fully to him.

Because he had stood up his penis -which was unfortunately hard as a result of bathing with a naked Tom- was level with his face. Tom looked at his dick, and Harry was mortified when it gave an interested twitch. Tom smirked and looked up at Harry.

"I figured that.. Because of this." Harry didn't know if it was possible for him to blush any harder.

"I..It's your fault! I d-didn't want to take a bath with y-you!" Tom smiled and looked up at Harry with an expression of mock pity on his his face.

"Oh. Well I guess... Since it's my fault, I should take care of the problem?" He grinned, and before Harry could react, He leaned forward and dragged his tongue down his cock, and swirled it around the head. "Ah! N-no~"

Harry collapsed and sat on the edge of the tub as Tom buried himself between his legs. Tom let go of his wrist and moved them to his thighs spreading them for more access to his throbbing member. He moved his hands to Tom's head and thread his fingers through his hair urging him down.

Tom took the hint and in one go swallowed his cock down to the base. "Aaaah!~ T-Tom! More!" he didn't know what could be more and trembled as Tom swallowed around his cock. He could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching, and tried to warn Tom but all he could get out were gasps and throaty moans.

Tom pulled back until only the tip was in his mouth and flickered his tongue over the slit. That was as much as Harry could take and he cried out as he threw his head back. Tom swallowed all of his release and continued to milk him of any cum left. He pulled back and looked up at Harry, unconsciously licking his lips.

Harry looked back at Tom still floating in orgasmic bliss and well reality fading away. The last thing he heard was Tom say, "Sleep Harry. Our conversation can wait till you rest." Then the darkness took him.