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The first time Harry Potter met Tom Riddle he saw his blue eyes and that's when he knew, his world will never return to the bleak black and and white it used to be because he had met his soulmate.
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The second time they met, Tom smiled at the green eyed man and was fascinated by the bright red flush that stained pale cheeks and he knew, he will enjoy their meetings to come.
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Harry stood gaping at his closet, no wonder people who found their soulmates usually laughed at him or stared at him as he was crazy, all his clothes were bright neon colours or putrid yellow or vomit green! He should've know better than to trust his prankster godfather, who he so foolishly agreed when the other man offered to help him with his shopping after his father lost his ability to see colours when his mother died. The mated prankster was ever so helpful and he should've been suspicious and now he had nothing to wear for his first date with his soulmate!
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"You look beautiful." The older man complimented after he regained his senses, looking from the tight leather pants to the slightly feminine gray blouse he had on.
"Thank you." Harry blushed, internally thanking his friend Hermione for letting him borrow some of her clothes that her parents picked out for her because she wasn't mated, yet.
"Shall we?" The man smiled, offering his arm to Harry who gladly took it and was lead towards the expensive car and opened the car door for him before he walked towards the other side and got in.
"You still haven't said where we're going?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow when Tom gave him a smirk and a sideways glance.
"You'll see."
Harry sat back with a pout but Tom could tell that it was only teasing by the glint in his soulmates mesmerizing green eyes.
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"Oh my god." Harry breathed, his eyes jumping from one bright coloured flower to the other, his brain trying to categorize the colours he was seeing and blanking on most colours. "This is gorgeous."
"I'm glad you liked it." Tom smiled down at the dazed younger man and steered him to the table in the middle of the flower garden next to a flowing small waterfall and river.
"I love it." Harry admitted grinning at the older man, sitting down when he pulled his chair for him. They're date seemed to be going well so far.
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"You should move in."
Harry looked up from where he was laying on his lover's chest after a round of love making to look at the older man in shock.
"That came out of nowhere." He blurted.
"Not really." Tom sat up a bit, his hand not stopping from caressing Harry's smooth back. "We have been going out for nearly 8 months and you already have half your stuff here, plus you sleep here more than you do at your own place, it seemed like the most logical next step to make."
Harry hummed, staring at his lover's face who clearly found the ceiling interesting all of a sudden. He had to admit that what he said was all true and as he looked more closely at the bedroom it had his things all over it from his clothes in the closet to his toiletries in the bathroom and even the rest of the penthouse had his touches in them.
"I really should." He hummed again as he laid back down on his lover's chest, Tom showed that he heard him by tightening his arms around his waist and kissing the back of his neck.
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"What in the name of god happened to you?" His lover of two years asked as he slightly limped inside. "Tom?" He asked as he hurried over and supported the other man from his unwrapped arm and helped his towards the sofa.
"I'm ok." He grunted as he slowly sat back on the sofa and grinned internally in spite of his pain as Harry quickly raised his injured leg on the coffee table after placing a pillow on under it and started to fuss over him.
"You are not ok!" The younger man scolded softly, sitting down next to the injured man and fluffing the pillow on his back. "What happened this time?"
"An undercover job gone wrong," He grunted as a pain spiked in his shoulder as he slightly turned towards his lover who started fussing again. "We got the bad guys and everything's fine, I've been given two weeks off."
"Hmm, good." Harry muttered as moved his hand to push back his lover's hair soothingly.
"Yes, very good." Harry frowned when he heard his lover's voice become lower, he shivered when fingers caressed his bare thighs. "I love it when you wear these short shorts." Harry gasped when the hand slipped higher and in the back of his shorts over his bum. "And these ones barely cover your tight arse." He moaned when the older man bit his neck with a growl.
"Tom, we shouldn't." He breathed out carefully pushing the older man away.
"Why not?" He raised an eyebrow, smirking when his lover threw his head back when he slipped two of his fingers into his slightly loose hole from their activities before he left for work this morning.
"Your hurt." He groaned out, even though his body was already grinding back on the fingers slipping in and out of his arse. "We *Gasp* We can't."
"We can if you ride my cock, pretty." He growled as he suddenly pulled his lover to straddle his lap in spite of his injury.
"That could work." Harry grinned down at him, slipping his hands down and unfastening Tom's pants, making the older man roughly pull his shorts down one handed to below his arse cheeks and exposing his hole.
Tom swore to himself that even if he was bed ridden, he'd find a way to fuck his gorgeous mate.
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Harry was laughing with his friends as he cooked dinner for their intimate dinner party, every couple of minutes looking up at the clock and internally worrying about Tom, if he would make it on time or not.
Hermione looked away from her newly found soulmate to look at her best friend in worry as she saw him once again pause and check his phone.
"Maybe you should call him." She said startling him.
"No," He sighed and went back to his cooking. "He's probably on his way and I don't want him to answer me if he's driving."
"If you're sure." She muttered making him give her one of his looks.
He was about to move the bowl of salad towards the kitchen island where she was sitting when he suddenly screamed and the glass bowl crashed on the floor.
She hurried towards him asking what's wrong when he uttered the words that froze everyone in their place.
"I can't see colours." He screamed, tears falling freely as he sobbed.
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Harry has been sitting on the same chair in the same position for the past sixteen hours and no matter what his friends said not even his father and godfathers were able to make him move, he barely replied to any of them, his words stilted and dry not his usual mischievous and cheerful attitude.
A groan broke the silence.
For the first time sixteen hours, Harry sprang from his chair to the hospital bed and watched as the beautiful blue eyes he was so very fond of slowly opened.
"Tom?" Harry choked on a sob as his lover turned his eyes towards him and gave him a half smile.
"Hey." He breathed, his voice rough from not being used.
"You bastard." Harry hiccuped as tears poured down his face before he laid it on the pillow next to his lover's, mindful of the gunshot wound on his chest. "You fucking died."
"Shhh," The older man soothed, turning his head and kissing the top of Harry's when he realized he can barely move his body but thankfully he can twitch all of his body part, happy that he isn't paralyzed. "I'm ok."
"You are not ok." Harry hissed, raising his head and glaring at the other man. "Do you know how it feels when one minute you can see everything in vibrant colours to suddenly everything turns to fucking black and white."
Tom's eyes widened now seeing how his younger soulmate was looking worse for wear with large puffy red eyes and messy hair from no doubt pulling too hard.
"Harry," He sighed, successfully raising his hand and pulling Harry's head closer by his neck so that they were resting their foreheads on each other. "I'm alive and I'm ok, I promise."
"You're still a bastard." Harry sniffed, pulling a smile from his injured lover.
"You know my parents were married." He joked making Harry huff before kissing the smug lips.
"I love you." He whispered, his hand stroking the other man's hair.
"I love you too, but never do that again." Harry warned his eyes promising immense pain.
"I'll try." He grinned making the younger huff again.
"You better try harder."
Tom laughed and it brought joy and relief to Harry's heart.
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