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Tom opened his grey eyes instantly once he felt something cold and metal-like touch his neck. The grogginess in his eyes immediately dissipated once he realized that his beloved was straddling his previously asleep body. Harry’s mouth was scowling, however, his green eyes smouldered in glee, the sadistic glee that Tom would have whenever he would hear his victim’s final breath. He never expected that he would see the same in his delicate, kind mate. Pleasure crawled quickly into his body and directly onto his groin. Tom wanted to ravish this man, and those silk- almost like mesh- sleeping robes on him weren’t much of a hindrance.
Harry swatted the hands crawling up his thighs. “Took you long enough to wake up.”
Tom simply smirked. If Harry was not his husband he loved very much, he would have woken up the moment he heard a noise. He didn’t feel danger from him- if anything, Tom felt very safe with him- not even now when he was holding him at knifepoint.
“What is troubling you, my dear?” Tom asks, although he already suspected something as to why he was like this.
That seemingly just made him angrier as he pressed the sharp blade of the knife harder into his throat. “You’re disgusting,” he spat out.
Tom frowned in disappointment.
Ever since he saved Harry from an alpha the night he was planning to make somebody his fifth victim. He had always been interested in him, especially when he seemed to be pissed afterwards. Tom did save him, so he was rather confused. It was a question he has never gotten the answer to. Coincidentally, they met again the next night and again. That was when he finally asked him to dinner. They knew shit about each other, yet Harry accepted. Tom normally didn’t seduce anyone to kill, he just killed them right on the spot, but for some odd reason, he decided to make him an exception. And exception did he make him because throughout the dinner, they found so much in common in each other. Tom didn’t kill him or anyone for that matter, thoroughly distracted the entire night.
The time he got home, it was already too late and he couldn’t bait this ‘Master of Death’ person into finally outing themself. He was a bit annoyed.
It didn’t take them long to start dating and marriage eventually came. It was risky considering his ‘night profession’ as a serial killer. However, juggling between his life as Tom Riddle and as Voldemort was rather easy as Harry didn’t ask much.
Tom does love him very much, probably the only he would ever do, it was just too bad that he had to kill him… he couldn’t let himself be exposed as the notorious Voldemort, could he?
He tries sitting up but the hold Harry had on him was surprisingly strong.
“Don’t you dare,”
Tom only could sigh as he asks: “how did you find out?”
“You aren’t even denying it!” Harry sniffs, a lump forming inside his own throat. Oh, Tom had the strongest urge to comfort his hysterical omega but he was sure Harry wouldn’t want his hands anywhere on him. “You’re a cheat! An absolute bastard! How dare you do this to me! I thought you were different!”
His heart clenches painfully at the sight of him. His eyes were glazed over, tears already forming but the fiery passion of sadism was still there.
“Harry- I-”
“SHUT UP!”
The knife on his throat stabbed through the dark wooden headboard just behind his head. Tom’s grey eyes were blown wide open now as he watched as Harry slowly took back the knife, menacingly caressing it.
“I should have been suspicious from the first time you said you were working late!” Harry yells, loud enough to be a yell but low enough that their sleeping neighbours wouldn’t hear. “I can’t believe I fell in love with you! I should have killed you the first time we met! You’re better off dead!”
Tom ignored the fact that he just threatened to kill him. He was in hysterics and trembling all over, add to the fact that he couldn’t imagine Harry hurting a fly. There was no way he meant those words.
If he were to kill Harry, how would he do it? Make it look like a suicide? Dispose of his body and make it seem he went missing? Make it look like it was a break-in went wrong? Or use him as Voldemort’s victim… he would become number one suspect then and it wasn’t Lord Voldemort; breaking in one house and specifically killing an omega who literally has nothing to do with him.
“Tom, I want to hear you say it.”
“What?”
“Say it and with who… please.” He says, pleading as teardrops started dropping from his cheeks and to his clothes.
Tom nodded frantically as he closed his eyes. He couldn’t see those tears, he didn’t care if his expensive clothes got ruined, Harry’s tears will always be his number one weakness… and what his omegas wants, his omega gets especially during these ‘trying’ times.
“I’m the serial killer Voldemort, that’s why I was always working late-”
“Who is the bitch you’re cheating on me with-”
They both froze and stared at each other, Harry’s sniffing stopped entirely even as some tears still left his eyes.
He… he thought Tom was cheating on him.
Tom didn’t know whether to cry or laugh then.
It made sense.
The reason why Tom was always missing at least a few nights a month. The strong scent of perfume on him, the faint scent and pieces of hair- be it blond, red, black, he saw each of them- stuck on some of his clothes. At first, he merely attributed it to his paranoia and ignored it. But every night his alphas thought he was sleeping and slipped into the bed with him, he would always smell a faint scent on him and every time it happened his heart would crack slightly.
Harry finally accepted the fact that his beloved mate, who he had loved so dearly the past years they’ve been together, was unfaithful. He shouldn’t find it so surprising nor that painful, he has experienced the same thing years ago. But the fact that it was Tom who had cheated on him made everything worse.
Although their first meeting wasn’t exactly the best. The dinner they had after the third consecutive night they met each other was definitely the best thing that has happened to him. Harry would daresay it was better than the time he killed his cheating boyfriend, the time that finally awakened the hidden sadism he had been suppressing since his horrible childhood. He was far from a psychopath nor someone with the dark triad personality. But killing alphas filled him with unexplainable pleasure… especially the vile ones and the abusive ones- Harry would entertain the fact that he was doing the right thing, but he knew that he was no better. He had killed innocent alphas before, and Harry didn’t think he could stop himself.
The night they met was when Harry purposely lured a disrespectful alpha. Tom had ruined the plan by ‘saving’ him. Of course, he was pissed. He needed a victim to convey his anger on to that piece of shit Voldemort who was challenging him. Harry wasn’t normally that rude but he couldn’t help it, he had tried his best to lure that knothead into a dark alleyway only for someone to intercept. He just ran out of there after saying an insincere ‘thanks’. Expectedly, he felt guilty afterwards and was glad that he actually ran into him again the next night (even though he didn’t get the chance to hunt for prey again). And then Harry meets him again… he didn’t expect that. But honestly, did he regret it? No, because his relationship with the alpha flourished unexpectedly quick.
There was just a lot common between them…
But right at that moment he finally accepted Tom was cheating on him? He would say otherwise because it meant that he had just spent years with a man who was going to betray him eventually.
Harry was going to kill him and that bitch. He didn’t even care if he got caught.
But after that bomb he dropped, he was completely wordless.
“Oh,” was the only thing he could say, lifting the pressure he had on his husband.
“Cheat on you? I would never in a million years, Harry!” Came Tom’s frantic voice as he sat up, brushing away the tears on him.
Harry didn’t know why he felt so relieved that Tom wasn’t cheating on him- but instead was killing people. On a morality standpoint, that would be a lot worse than if he was being unfaithful. For god’s sake, he was killing people!
He felt Tom embrace him and he accepted it, dropping the knife he has- he really did spend too much time trying to sharpen that. Harry buried his nose into the crook of his alpha’s neck, seeking comfort, which he did get as his husband started stroking his back and hair soothingly.
“Are you… are you not disturbed?” Tom whispers tenderly into his ear, not in a menacing way but in… fear. “That I’m a serial killer… I mean.”
Oh, he wasn’t. Harry could already imagine how Tom would drive a knife into someone’s chest and moving it around to break the skin, not even minding as his hands started to become soaked in the crimson red liquid coursing through everyone’s veins. And just thinking about how hot he’d look like covered in blood and entrails of his victims. It was oh so wrong… but it made him questionably aroused at the thought.
What are even morals anymore…
“I’m angry,”
Tom just sighed helplessly, “please, love…”
“You’re that son of a bitch who keeps trying to bait me out.”
Tom pulled away in confusion, facing Harry’s full glare.
“What.. what do you mean?”
“Turns out my murder rival has been my husband. I feel we just came out one of those cliche young adult films.” He then smirked at his older husband. “I’m the Master of Death, Voldemort.”
The smirk painted on Harry’s face widened as cold, white shock wash over Tom. He caresses his jaw, his cheek and his ear. “That’s right, I’m the alpha-hating killer-”
“Who knew a little thing… a small, delicate omega like you could be so vicious?” Tom says, smirking as he fingers his silk robe open. The robe opens up slowly, almost dropping from Harry’s shoulders. Immediately, he latches his mouth onto the omega’s naked neck, caressing his sides up and down suggestively. Harry instinctively tilted his head in submission, earning him a light chuckle from Tom. He was sure by tomorrow, it’ll be impossible to hide the bite marks on his neck. “So submissive… so sweet…”
“Only to you…” Harry says, barely able to contain the moan inside his throat as Tom bit at one sweet spot. “T-Tom…” He could feel Tom’s smirk against his throat.
“This is your fault, baby… you got me all worked up.” He says, letting out a pleasurable groan when Harry mewled. “With your knife and paired up with that lacy lingerie of yours…”
“You’re messed up-” He gasped when Tom went lower, leaving a trail of kisses. “Though- the thought of you covered in blood makes me- uh- wet.”
The alpha’s eyes burned brightly in desire- Harry swore he saw them turn red for a second-, forcing the omega in his lap to finally get back to his place. Below him like a proper breeding bitch should be.
“Who’s more messed up between the both of us then? Omega?”
Both of them were, they would be each other’s greatest ruin and sin.
And they both loved it.