AN: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I couldn't help but laugh when I saw some of them. Here's a new, but short, chapter for y'all. Sorry for the delay!
I don't think I'm very good at this whole romance thing... Especially scenes where Harry and Tom have to get to know each other. I feel so... Awkward writing them. I don't usually care much for sappy things, so most things with romance in it that I read is usually dark or angst all the way or one of the characters is crazy. (Although I'm not sure if Tom counts as sane...)
"Is this your idea of a date? If it is, I'm really regretting agreeing to letting you date me."
Harry was sulking.
"But it's a good way to spend time together, is it not? And it doesn't arouse suspicion."
Yup, he was sulking.
"Are you for real!?"
And there was a very, very good reason as to why, exactly, he was sulking.
"Of course. After all, most the school is convinced I hate you and the other, much smaller part is... Well, the fanclub, but no one takes their opinion seriously, since they're just a fanclub."
Tom had, in the name of finding a way to spend time with him discretely, given him detention.
Harry thought that he was a sadistic bastard.
"You're a bastard, you know that?" Harry sighed, resigned to going along with Tom's logic.
"Actually, I was born in wedlock. My parents were, and still are, married when they conceived me." Tom was sitting at the desk in his office and, since all the chairs and couches except for one had spontaneously disappeared from his office, Harry was sitting on said desk.
He had refused outright to sit on Tom's lap when offered and the floor wasn't at all comfortable. So, the desk was the prime location.
Unfortunately, a miscalculation on his part had Tom between his legs. Oh well, at least they were the same height now.
"..."
"..."
Harry having nothing to say in reply, an awkward silence reigned. Or, well, Harry was feeling awkward, especially with the intense scrutiny Tom was giving him. Oh, and the hand that had landed on his lower back, right above his ass. Speaking of...
Harry glared at Tom who quickly whipped his hand back and put both up in a gesture of surrender, his smile annoyingly innocent and puppy-like. It seemed like the other had learned his lesson. Good.
Harry coughed. "So... What is it like, being a Quezal Cult?" He asked, trying to break the awkward silence.
"Quetzalcoalt," Tom corrected him, studying him intently for a moment and making him shift in discomfort before replying. "Well, it's certainly better than having to be human all the time." The older man gave a grimace. "I don't understand how one can stand to be so... Fragile and weak all the time."
Annoyed, Harry glared. "Hey, I'm human, you know? And anyways, we are not weak."
"Yes, you are," Tom stated simply, raising an eyebrow, "I could overpower you easily and always have to be ever so careful with my strength as to not make anyone suspicious. It's... Troublesome."
Harry felt an eye twitch and sighed, trying to let go of his anger. Maybe this wasn't the best way to go about with this... Tom was an arrogant jerk and that was an undeniable fact, but, being a couple and all, Harry really wanted to get to know Tom better. He wasn't really sure why, but he might as well try, right?
"Then, tell me your favorite color."
"Black."
"Why?"
"It's the color of my feathers." What an arrogant answer. "But..." Tom leaned forwards with a smirk and cupped Harry's face, fingers stroking his hair and cheek. "Also because it's the color of your hair. It's like silk darkness, absolutely beautiful."
Harry tried his best to fight his blush, he really did, but it was his natural response to a compliment of any kind. "Um... Er..."
Tom chuckled. "You look so endearing when you blush," he whispered, voice low and husky. Then, he pressed forwards, pushing his lips and tongue against Harry's.
Harry gasped at the unexpected assault and Tom, bastard that he was, took advantage of that to push his tongue into fray. Harry felt his cheeks heat as Tom's lips and tongue moved against his own, as if the other was trying to devour him. Considering what Tom was, that might not be too far from the truth.
A moan escaped his mouth as it was ravished by Tom's own and he whimpered when he felt sharp teeth bite into his lip, splitting it. A forked tongue followed as Tom retreated slightly to lap up the blood with a moan of his own.
Wait-! Sharp teeth, forked tongue!?
"Gah!"
Knee up...
Thud!
"Argh! Ow!"
Harry squirmed a bit, uncomfortable under the stares of his two best friends as they scrutinized him.
"Harry... Are you feeling alright?"
"Yeah, I'm.. Uh, fine, Hermione. Why'd you ask?"
"D-dude, you just said you had to go see Riddle and couldn't come to football practice. You never miss practice! And for Riddle? You hate him!" Ron choked out in surprise. "Did he give you a detention when I wasn't looking? If so, just ignore it, mate! You know he's an absolute jerk. He's totally unfair towards you."
And, for once, Hermione agreed with Ron about a teacher. Harry felt touched at that. "That's right, Harry, you should report him or something. It's an abuse of authority, to be picking on you like that."
"I-it's fine, guys," Harry consoled, "I just want to talk to him about homework."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at that. "I thought you did all of your homework... That's what you told me... Harry?"
"Yeah, well, I did. This is, uh, something else. I gotta go, bye!"
With that, Harry made a break for Tom's office.
What his friends had said made him frown though. Tom was really taking up a lot of his time. More than he realized. He was sacrificing a lot of his free time to be with Tom and- wait! When did Riddle become Tom to him?
He slowed, making a face. He couldn't possibly be falling for the pervert, could he?
"We should go out, like, out of the school and hang out somewhere."
Tom raised an eyebrow at Harry's suggestion and smirked, but was cut off as he opened his mouth to speak.
"No, I'm not... falling for you or anything. I said I'd give you a chance and I'm going to, but there's no way we can keep our dates in school." Harry rolled his eyes. "What kind of couple does that? The only problem is if we're recognized. Your career here would be doomed."
Tom raised an eyebrow, not missing the tone of concern in the teen's voice. "You do realize I don't need this job right? You should know I'm rich enough without it."
"Still!"
Another smirk found its way onto Tom's face as he wrapped his arms around the other's slim waist from behind. "Aw, you care so much about little old me?"
Immediately, Harry began to struggle, though lightly and giving up quickly with a huff. "Well, I'm a compassionate person and it's my job to care about pathetic life forms that no one else will care about," the teen drawled.
"You're calling me a pathetic life form?" Tom asked, a hint of incredulity creeping into his tone. "Me? The Great leader of the Quetzalcoalts?"
"Well, someone needs to curb that ego of yours before you have trouble getting your head out the door."
"Hmm..." Tom narrowed his eyes and lowered his head, flicking his tongue out to lick at Harry's neck. The yelp he earned in return was cute and the taste if Harry's skin was exquisite.
"H-hey! Watch that forked tongue of yours!" The boy within his arms squeaked, voice high.
Deciding that he enjoyed Harry's actions, Tom proceeded to lather the other's neck in his saliva. Harry squeaked and wiggled in his arms, struggling with all his might, unable to stop the giggles that were forced out of him.
"S-stop! Th-that tickles!" Harry's words were breathless and Tom wanted to hear more of those sounds, just in a different context.
But, shit, he was getting hard and it appeared that Harry could feel it, too, since he froze. Tom stopped his assault a second later, listening to Harry's pants filling the silence.
"Um, Tom, would you mind..." Harry shifted awkwardly and tapped Tom's arms, which were still locked around Harry's waist. Tom let go only after a moment's hesitation and Harry stepped back and turned.
An awkward silence reigned, but Tom found it preferable to getting kicked in the spot that Harry seemed to aim at automatically.
"Well, then..." Harry cleared his throat.
"Let's go to the movies this Sunday."
"Uh... Sure...?" Harry agreed uncertainly, startled by the sudden proposition.
"Good. I'll pick you up at two. We can go to dinner after that. For now though, I have a class to teach."
"W-wait!" Harry blinked as he was left staring at the closed door of Tom's office.
Well. That was rude.