Title: Intoxicating
Pairing: Morfin/Tom Jr.
Rating: T
Warnings: Incest, Implied Dub-Con/Non-Con, Bloodplay, Implied Murder, Slash, Angst
Note: Umm, I don't even know what to say about this… I regret nothing. This was originally posted as it's own story, but I thought it fit better in this collection *shrugs*
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Tom was a mixture of disgusted and disappointed. Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't this.
The house - if you could even call it that - was filthy. He opened the door slowly, stopping at the threshold to look around the place in disdain.
His noise wrinkled at the pungent smell that wafted through the air. The man sitting in the armchair was unkempt and obviously inebriated. He looked like a wild animal. His eyes looked up and met Tom's gaze.
"YOU!" he bellowed, bounding towards Tom with his wand and knife out.
"Stop," Tom commanded in Parseltongue. The other man skidded to a halt, staring at Tom in confusion and interest.
"You speak it?" he replied in the same language, and Tom felt his stomach squirm in excitement. He'd never heard it spoken by another human being before; it was undeniably alluring.
Morfin didn't hold anything back, telling Tom exactly what he wanted to know without even realizing it, though the conversation brought him nothing but disappointment and blinding anger. Marvolo was dead, the disgusting man in front of him was his uncle, and the worst part was that Tom looked similar enough to his filthy muggle father to be mistaken for him. The thought made him sick.
"Robbed us, mind, before she ran off! Where's the locket, eh, where's Slytherin's locket?" Morfin continued ranting in Parseltongue, and Tom stayed silent, appraising the man before him.
It seemed unfair that such a pathetic man had purer blood than he did. He deserved to be the pureblood. He was overcome with the sudden desire to take his uncle's blood; to mix it with his own and make it better and stronger. The idea left him reeling.
He quickly cast an Imperius Curse, watching in a detached fascination as Morfin instantly relaxed. Tom considered him for a moment. In order for his plan to work, he couldn't leave any obvious signs of injury on Morfin. If the authorities suspected foul play, then he would never get away with his revenge. There are a few places that no one would notice an injury, Tom's mind supplied, and he grinned dangerously.
"Kiss me," he commanded. He felt excitement course through his veins as Morfin obeyed. The other's kiss was clumsy and rough, but it hardly mattered. Tom bit down hard on Morfin's tongue, delighting in the way his uncle was too entranced by his spell to protest.
Tom lapped at the blood filling his mouth, a shiver of arousal running through his body as he savored the taste. It was so lovely and pure. That was how he should taste. He sucked on Morfin's tongue greedily as blood continued to flow from it. It was intoxicating, and he needed more.
His high was interrupted as Morfin began to make noise, though it was muffled by Tom's lips. He pulled away in annoyance to see if the bloody fool had been able to break out of the Imperius Curse, but he hadn't.
Morfin was mumbling dazedly in Parseltongue, and Tom felt his cock twitch in response, only then realizing that he was hard. He took a step back to calm himself. They could – and would - finish this later, but right now, he had something else to take care of.
"You don't have worry about that muggle anymore. He won't be bothering you again. I'll take care of him for us."
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A/N: Reviews are always appreciated, but flames are not.