My True Salvation
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Adult +
Chapters:
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15,687
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8
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My True Salvation
Title: My True Salvation
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Riddle/Harry potter
Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, PWP, Lime, Slash.
Declaimer: Don’t own.
*If you recognize this, yes, I am Macvanaly, kay?*
“Because here my heart, so filled with loving
Crying out the wonders that I feel
Here I will find my true salvation
And my ways are bringing you to me”
Vnv Nation ‘Tempest’
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My True Salvation
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Harry sighed, nibbling on his bottom lip, waiting for Snape with Tom right beside him. He couldn’t believe he’d actually just said those things. Gosh, this was so embarrassing. If only he’d covered it up better. Harry sighed deeply again and stood, unable to sit down any longer, his nerves on end.
He was still chewing on his lip; the action enticed Tom to know end. He stood as well and put his hand on Harry’s shoulders and pushed, surprising Harry into compliancy. Tom continued to walk forward, driving Harry backwards until Harry was pressed into the wall. Harry was too confused to protest.
“Tom, what are you doing?”
Tom didn’t answer. Instead, Harry felt his arms pulled above his head. Harry looked up at the taller boy, perplexed by the sudden action. What in Merlin’s name was going on?
“Tom?” Harry tried to yank his wrists out of Tom’s grasp, they were both held above his head by Riddle’s left hand, keeping them there nicely. “W-What are you doing?”
“You think sexual contact is sickening, do you?” Riddle whispered, grabbing Harry’s chin and forcing it to look up at him. He ran a thumb over Harry’s bottom lip and the shorter boy shuddered. “That it’s…vulgar? Repulsive? Painful?”
“That’s-” Harry stuttered, “That’s how it’s always been for me. I don’t know any other way to think about it. I-I just-”
“I see,” Riddle purred, sliding his free hand over Harry’s chest and down his stomach.
Harry froze.
“Wh-what are- you doing? St-Stop!” Harry breathed as Tom’s hand descended slowly, the long fingers sliding over the fabric of Harry’s shirt. Harry’s eyes began to become cloudy and Tom recognized the first symptom of a flashback forming.
“Now, freak, do something useful with that mouth of yours.”
“Harry!” Tom snapped causing Harry’s eyes to clear automatically. “I know your uncle hurt you. But…it doesn’t have to be like that.”
“N-No, no please…I c-can’t do it again…” Harry shook his head violently.
“You don’t have to do anything,” Riddle said softly, fingertips tickling the waistline of Harry’s pants. “I just want to make you feel good.”
“P-Please don’t…”
“Let me show you, Harry. Let me show you how good it can be….” Tom’s hand slipped into Harry’s trousers and the smaller boy tensed automatically as the digits brushed against his manhood. “If it starts to hurt, I’ll stop, alright?”
“Wai-Ah!” Harry cried as Riddle’s firm hand gripped his member. He lightly began to stroke, his thumb massaging the tip gently. Harry became hard, and every Tom’s every touch became magnified. He threw his head back and resisted the urge to moan under the gentle caresses. “Ah…nng…. your h-hand!…ngh!…S-stop…”
“Does it hurt?” Riddle muttered, looking at Harry intensely as he began to speed up his ministrations on Harry’s swollen manhood.
“N-no… b-but- Ah!…nngh!” Harry’s breath was so ragged that he was sure he’d die of oxygen deprivation. It felt so good. As Tom ran a fingernail softly over the slit, Harry found himself raising his hips to meet the hand. His wrists were starting to hurt with the hands holding onto them tightly, but Harry could scarcely comprehend it. “Nn…gnh!”
Tom could barely believe how much those gasps and sighs were effecting him. Harry was so sensitive and responsive. Harry closed his eyes and turned his face away, only to feel the hand that was keeping his wrist above his head let go and grab his face, turning it back to Riddle quickly. Harry looked to see what was wrong and saw Riddle looking at him, blue eyes luminous. Harry once again gasped and arched into Tom’s hand, the friction causing him to want to turn away once more, lest he blush. But firm fingers held his chin in place.
“Look at me,” Tom ordered huskily, “And keep your eyes open.”
Harry did just that, he wasn’t in any position to refuse, and he kept his eyes open, albeit with difficulty. With every stroke and touch he wanted to close his eyes and loose himself in the caresses. The fingers slid across his flesh and pinched and rubbed, causing Harry to loose control of his bodily functions. “W-why?…nn…! Nnggh!”
Riddle smirked and leaned in to whisper in Harry’s ear almost inaudibly.
::I want to sssee the look in your eyesss when you come::
“Ah!” Harry whimpered, his newly freed hands clutching tightly at Tom’s shoulders and digging into the dark fabric. His preciously kicking legs were now wrapped around Tom’s calves, help him thrust into Tom’s hand harder. He barely registered that it was parseltongue Tom was speaking. “Nn….gah!…Ah!”
It continued on for a short time longer until Harry could no longer take the large hand rapidly stroking him, and he arched his back one final time. Yellow sparks flew in front of his eyes and the spot just above his nether regions tightened in an unbearable seize of white-hot pleasure. Tom was sure he’d have bruises on his shoulders the next day where Harry had clutched him. Harry’s strangled orgasmic cry aroused Tom to no end and the warm semen exploding onto his hand did nothing to cease his less than innocent thoughts.
He held Harry through the post-climax tremors and when the pants and gasps for air had settled down, Tom removed his hand from the other’s trousers. He pulled out his wand, muttered a cleaning spell on both his hand and Harry’s pants, and then pocketed the stick soon after. Then his blue eyes scanned the smaller boy, who was now hugging himself like he was cold.
“Are you okay?” Tom asked, reaching out a hand. He was surprised and incredibly pleased when Harry didn’t flinch at the touch, but instead leaned into it. Tom held his palm to Harry’s soft cheek and the Boy-Who-Lived allowed himself to tilt his head slightly and relax his face into the others hand.
“I’m…fine,” Harry muttered, his green eyes searching the room for something else to look at. A crimson blush stained his cheeks.
“That’s good then,” Tom smirked at the adorable expression on Harry’s face. He decided to go for it, no questions asked. He boldly leaned in and was about to bring his lips to Harry’s gently but he halted at a knock at the door. Tom backed away and sighed.
“Should probably get that,” Harry said, eyes on the ground.
Tom nodded and removed his hand from Harry’s cheek, and then turned and walked away, heading to the door. Harry took a deep breath. He’d just been nearly kissed by Tom Riddle. He’d just been…more then kissed…by Tom Riddle. How had it come to this? A month ago he had extreme feelings of loathing for the boy, and sure, they’d formed a sort of friendship once he’d found out about the abuse, but… touching? Harry had thought he’d never want to do that sort of thing again. Well, he hadn’t exactly wanted it, but still…he’d thought activities like that would be cast away from his life.
He’d been nearly certain that he’d never do that again.
Especially not with Tom Riddle.
And yet for some strange reason, he didn’t regret it.
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I hope you liked that. Please Review.
Sincerly,
AMV
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Riddle/Harry potter
Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, PWP, Lime, Slash.
Declaimer: Don’t own.
*If you recognize this, yes, I am Macvanaly, kay?*
“Because here my heart, so filled with loving
Crying out the wonders that I feel
Here I will find my true salvation
And my ways are bringing you to me”
Vnv Nation ‘Tempest’
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My True Salvation
----------
Harry sighed, nibbling on his bottom lip, waiting for Snape with Tom right beside him. He couldn’t believe he’d actually just said those things. Gosh, this was so embarrassing. If only he’d covered it up better. Harry sighed deeply again and stood, unable to sit down any longer, his nerves on end.
He was still chewing on his lip; the action enticed Tom to know end. He stood as well and put his hand on Harry’s shoulders and pushed, surprising Harry into compliancy. Tom continued to walk forward, driving Harry backwards until Harry was pressed into the wall. Harry was too confused to protest.
“Tom, what are you doing?”
Tom didn’t answer. Instead, Harry felt his arms pulled above his head. Harry looked up at the taller boy, perplexed by the sudden action. What in Merlin’s name was going on?
“Tom?” Harry tried to yank his wrists out of Tom’s grasp, they were both held above his head by Riddle’s left hand, keeping them there nicely. “W-What are you doing?”
“You think sexual contact is sickening, do you?” Riddle whispered, grabbing Harry’s chin and forcing it to look up at him. He ran a thumb over Harry’s bottom lip and the shorter boy shuddered. “That it’s…vulgar? Repulsive? Painful?”
“That’s-” Harry stuttered, “That’s how it’s always been for me. I don’t know any other way to think about it. I-I just-”
“I see,” Riddle purred, sliding his free hand over Harry’s chest and down his stomach.
Harry froze.
“Wh-what are- you doing? St-Stop!” Harry breathed as Tom’s hand descended slowly, the long fingers sliding over the fabric of Harry’s shirt. Harry’s eyes began to become cloudy and Tom recognized the first symptom of a flashback forming.
“Now, freak, do something useful with that mouth of yours.”
“Harry!” Tom snapped causing Harry’s eyes to clear automatically. “I know your uncle hurt you. But…it doesn’t have to be like that.”
“N-No, no please…I c-can’t do it again…” Harry shook his head violently.
“You don’t have to do anything,” Riddle said softly, fingertips tickling the waistline of Harry’s pants. “I just want to make you feel good.”
“P-Please don’t…”
“Let me show you, Harry. Let me show you how good it can be….” Tom’s hand slipped into Harry’s trousers and the smaller boy tensed automatically as the digits brushed against his manhood. “If it starts to hurt, I’ll stop, alright?”
“Wai-Ah!” Harry cried as Riddle’s firm hand gripped his member. He lightly began to stroke, his thumb massaging the tip gently. Harry became hard, and every Tom’s every touch became magnified. He threw his head back and resisted the urge to moan under the gentle caresses. “Ah…nng…. your h-hand!…ngh!…S-stop…”
“Does it hurt?” Riddle muttered, looking at Harry intensely as he began to speed up his ministrations on Harry’s swollen manhood.
“N-no… b-but- Ah!…nngh!” Harry’s breath was so ragged that he was sure he’d die of oxygen deprivation. It felt so good. As Tom ran a fingernail softly over the slit, Harry found himself raising his hips to meet the hand. His wrists were starting to hurt with the hands holding onto them tightly, but Harry could scarcely comprehend it. “Nn…gnh!”
Tom could barely believe how much those gasps and sighs were effecting him. Harry was so sensitive and responsive. Harry closed his eyes and turned his face away, only to feel the hand that was keeping his wrist above his head let go and grab his face, turning it back to Riddle quickly. Harry looked to see what was wrong and saw Riddle looking at him, blue eyes luminous. Harry once again gasped and arched into Tom’s hand, the friction causing him to want to turn away once more, lest he blush. But firm fingers held his chin in place.
“Look at me,” Tom ordered huskily, “And keep your eyes open.”
Harry did just that, he wasn’t in any position to refuse, and he kept his eyes open, albeit with difficulty. With every stroke and touch he wanted to close his eyes and loose himself in the caresses. The fingers slid across his flesh and pinched and rubbed, causing Harry to loose control of his bodily functions. “W-why?…nn…! Nnggh!”
Riddle smirked and leaned in to whisper in Harry’s ear almost inaudibly.
::I want to sssee the look in your eyesss when you come::
“Ah!” Harry whimpered, his newly freed hands clutching tightly at Tom’s shoulders and digging into the dark fabric. His preciously kicking legs were now wrapped around Tom’s calves, help him thrust into Tom’s hand harder. He barely registered that it was parseltongue Tom was speaking. “Nn….gah!…Ah!”
It continued on for a short time longer until Harry could no longer take the large hand rapidly stroking him, and he arched his back one final time. Yellow sparks flew in front of his eyes and the spot just above his nether regions tightened in an unbearable seize of white-hot pleasure. Tom was sure he’d have bruises on his shoulders the next day where Harry had clutched him. Harry’s strangled orgasmic cry aroused Tom to no end and the warm semen exploding onto his hand did nothing to cease his less than innocent thoughts.
He held Harry through the post-climax tremors and when the pants and gasps for air had settled down, Tom removed his hand from the other’s trousers. He pulled out his wand, muttered a cleaning spell on both his hand and Harry’s pants, and then pocketed the stick soon after. Then his blue eyes scanned the smaller boy, who was now hugging himself like he was cold.
“Are you okay?” Tom asked, reaching out a hand. He was surprised and incredibly pleased when Harry didn’t flinch at the touch, but instead leaned into it. Tom held his palm to Harry’s soft cheek and the Boy-Who-Lived allowed himself to tilt his head slightly and relax his face into the others hand.
“I’m…fine,” Harry muttered, his green eyes searching the room for something else to look at. A crimson blush stained his cheeks.
“That’s good then,” Tom smirked at the adorable expression on Harry’s face. He decided to go for it, no questions asked. He boldly leaned in and was about to bring his lips to Harry’s gently but he halted at a knock at the door. Tom backed away and sighed.
“Should probably get that,” Harry said, eyes on the ground.
Tom nodded and removed his hand from Harry’s cheek, and then turned and walked away, heading to the door. Harry took a deep breath. He’d just been nearly kissed by Tom Riddle. He’d just been…more then kissed…by Tom Riddle. How had it come to this? A month ago he had extreme feelings of loathing for the boy, and sure, they’d formed a sort of friendship once he’d found out about the abuse, but… touching? Harry had thought he’d never want to do that sort of thing again. Well, he hadn’t exactly wanted it, but still…he’d thought activities like that would be cast away from his life.
He’d been nearly certain that he’d never do that again.
Especially not with Tom Riddle.
And yet for some strange reason, he didn’t regret it.
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I hope you liked that. Please Review.
Sincerly,
AMV