Energy

Chapter 2: Owning

Harry had only made it a block from Mr. Masbeth’s house when a black Mustang pulled up next to him. Harry knew exactly who was in the car without even looking. With out the slightest hesitation he opened the car door and hopped inside.

“I figured you would be leaving early again today.”

“Can you blame me, Tom?” The handsome man in the driver’s seat chuckled at this.

“I guess I can’t. I see he had you dress up again.”

“When doesn’t he?!?” Harry snapped back.

“Someone doesn’t seem to happy this morning” Harry chose to ignore the comment and skip ahead to what was really on his mind.

“Is there something that you wanted?” He knew he should watch his tone but it had been quite a long night and he was tired and sore.

“You know I don’t like when you act this way, Harry. I would hate to have to remind you of your place.”

“Of course, you must forgive me.”

“Already have, lovely.” Tom’s hand slid over to Harry’s thigh where it rested. “So what are your plans for the day?”

“I have to stop by the food store at some point today. Vernon and Dudley have managed to eat everything. Then I have an appointment at 3 this afternoon.” Tom looked at him confused.

“I don’t remember scheduling you any one at three.”

“That’s because it isn’t that type of an appointment.” Harry couldn’t help the nervousness that settled into him at the moment. He had been trying to keep the information from Tom but it seems that it would not be.

“And what type of appointment is it?”

“Just a meeting with one of the representatives of the local community colleges. I was hoping to start taking some classes. From what I understand I can get my high school diploma in only five months.”

“No!” Harry had expected that but he was not going to just be dismissed.

“This is something I want to do Tom. You can’t stop me!” Even as he said this he knew it untrue. He had been under Tom’s complete control since he was six years old. Now Harry was 19 and Tom had more power over him than ever before.

The ebony haired man stayed silent but Harry could tell that he was furious. Harry had once again stepped over the line. It didn’t take long at all to get to Harry’s home which was nestled right in the middle of the crumbiest part of town.

The house was a nasty grey color and the roof looked ready to cave into itself. The yard was over grown with weeds and trash littered the ground. Tom exited the car and quickly stalked over to the passenger side where Harry sat. Tom nearly ripped the door open and pulled Harry out, none to gently.

Tom marched into the shack of a home, dragging Harry behind him. The inside of the house looked no better than the outside. To the left was a kitchen. The floor was covered in cracked and dirty linoleum and many of the cabinets were missing their doors.

Tom bypassed the kitchen and strode forward through the living room passing a moth eaten couch that was occupied by Harry’s uncle. Empty bottles littered the floor. Tom dragged Harry into the room that was his. Once they were two Harry’s room Tom threw him to the floor.

“I want everything, Now!”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Harry feigned ignorance.

“Don’t play dumb with me Harry I know you to well. I want all the books, papers, information, and whatever else you have been collecting on this school.” Harry didn’t move.

“Should I go wake your Uncle and tell him that because of you the landlord has decided to evict you lot.” Tom smiled at the sudden spark of fear that lit up in emerald eyes. Harry moved slowly around the room gathering books and pamphlets. After picking up about five or six different items Harry slowly handed them over to the taller man.

Tom gathered them and grabbed Harry once again and dragged the boy back to the car. He threw him back into the car and took off at an alarming rate. Harry tried not to feel nervous as Tom drove further away from Harry’s home and closer to his own gorgeous apartment.
It took a record time to arrive at Tom’s apartment. Harry had spent plenty of time at the ritzy apartment complex to know his way about the 6 story building. He got out of the car before Tom could drag him out and waited patiently at the entrance for Tom to get his key out. Before Tom could get to the door however, it opened. A tall, dark skinned teen exited the building hastily.

The teen was too busy talking on his cell phone to notice Harry whom he had nearly knocked down when he swung the door open. He did see Tom and much to Harry surprise, the boy sneered at him. Tom also glared at the boy making sure to knock into him none to gently.

Before Harry could observe any more Tom was next to him and the entrance was opening once again. Neither said a word as they rode the elevator up to the six floor and made their way down a nicely decorated hall. Tom paused at his door only to swipe his key again and then he pulled Harry into the room right after him.

Harry found himself thrown onto the soft black couch before the door had even closed.

“Tom, I’m...”

“Shut up, Harry!” The ebony haired man glared down at the boy on his couch. “What makes you think you can speak to me as you did earlier!”

“I’m sorry, I was thinking.”

“Of course you weren’t!” Harry couldn’t help but flinch as Tom reached forward and grabbed his chin in a bruising grip. “Evidently I have been giving you to much free time these days.”

“No...”

“I said keep your mouth shut” By now Tom was only inches away from Harry’s face. His hot breathe warmed Harry’s cheek. It only caused Harry to shiver slightly. “If you have time to waste on classes you had no permission to join in the first place then surely you can take an increase in your clientele.” Tom smirked at this.

Harry just stared at the space over Tom, his owners, shoulder. This was exactly why he had gone out of his way to keep his plans a secret. All his life he had been under someone else’s control. Tom had claimed ownership over him for nearly thirteen years now and he didn’t seem like he would be letting go of his precious emerald any time soon.

His thoughts came back to the present when he felt a hand slowly moving up his leg, drawing ever closer to the edge of his very short skirt. He looked into Tom’s eyes seeing lust starting to cloud over the anger. The grip on his chin was loosening. With hands so steady, they surprised him, he began to slowly unbutton his top.

Tom smiled and released his hold on Harry’s chin and lowered himself onto the couch next to his pet. Harry, with practiced lower his mouth to Tom’s neck placing soft kisses from the man’s collarbone to his ear. A knock at the door interrupted any further progress.

“Who is it?” Tom yelled rather rudely at the door.

“Marcus” Tom sighed deeply and turned his eyes to Harry.

“Get in the bedroom, I’ll be in as soon I finish some business.”

Harry didn’t need told twice. He rose from the couch and walked down a short hall before entering the bedroom that was on his right. He closed the door softly and awaited his fate