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“Today during the early hours of seven o’clock, a corpse has been found in the hill named-”
Harry stopped for a moment, looking at the flat screen tv he had turned on for background noise. Smiling mischievously as the bacon sizzled harshly on the pan, the delicious smell intermingling with the mouthwatering aroma of sausages and scrambled eggs in the air. The rich fragrance of tea- or more specifically, the English breakfast tea- brewing in the background came to join as well. Tom would no doubt come rushing in the kitchen in a few seconds from now.
“The victim is a young beta who goes under the name of Aston Pearce, a barber and a man who has been missing for the past week. Autopsy reports say that the body has been dead for almost over five days and the authorities have soundly concluded that the killer is none other than Lord Voldemort- the hunt continues for him and the Master of Death. Everyone, please be safe and don’t go out alone during the night.”
Placing the bacon carefully on one of the plates, he frowns hearing that. The news has begun to become as stingy as bees about revealing more information about their murder ever since their messages towards each other became flirtatious rather than aggressive. Honestly, it was no fun. Harry and Tom loved sending each other messages through murder, no matter how wrong it was. The thrill they feel was enough to overshadow any guilt they would have. But now the Scotland Yard is ruining their joy, how selfish of them…
“How unfun…” he says, his green eyes darting on Tom, who was trying to be sneaky, flashing him a sweet smile in the process. “Isn’t it, Tom?”
“How do you always know when I’m here?” The alpha asks, dragging himself to the breakfast bar and lazily reaching out to one of the plates.
“Stop being lazy, Tom, it’s Monday.” Harry scolds him, however, he still scooted over the plate gently to Tom, who did nothing but flash him a grin.
“Exactly why I’m being lazy, it’s Monday. Honestly, Mondays are the worse-” He had the decency to stop speaking as he lazily ate his breakfast.
“Tea or coffee?”
“Black coffee,”
“Shall I brew it for you?”
“Yes, please sweetheart.” Harry purred at the pet name, putting away the black tea he had prepared for himself. Normally it was Tom who would brew his own drink for himself, but he felt bad for his husband… he looked so exhausted.
Harry approached Tom, who was eating silently whilst staring at him, observing him like a hawk. He tended to always do this also, every morning, even during the weekend where they pretty much just stay in the bed for the majority of the day. It was nice… Tom’s gaze wasn’t scrutinizing, they were the exact opposite, he looked at Harry like he was a treasure, a prized rare jewel. And that always made him feel very loved and shy.
“Even when sleeping or right now, you’re always pretty.” Tom suddenly blurts out, causing Harry to shyly turn red.
“Sweet talking me won’t work, babe. You’re still doing laundry and cleaning the bathroom this week.” He says, giggling softly as he heard the alpha groan.
Harry went behind him, massaging Tom’s shoulders. “How many clients do you have today?”
“Eight,” he rumbles out, leaning on Harry’s hands, his tense muscles relaxing every time the omega kneaded his back with his surprisingly hard hands. “I should come home late.”
“You look exhausted, maybe cancel some appointments and come home earlier?” Harry suggests as his husband fed him a spoon full of scrambled eggs.
“And I wonder whose fault it is as to why I’m exhausted…”
Harry pouted, still chewing, earning him a deep chuckle from Tom. Who, in an effort of removing the pout, kissed him, taking a piece of the egg from the shorter man’s mouth and eating it. Harry looked bewildered but didn’t resist as they continued kissing there.
“You have your own food, why steal mine?” Harry asks as he snakes his arms around Tom’s neck, not even noticing that he was now settled comfortably on his alpha’s lap.
“Because,” he starts, touching up the small omega’s body. “Everything here is mine.”
Harry didn’t even complain as he sat there in silence, just basking in his husband’s scent and presence for the time being. Tom continued to eat the food prepared for him with an arm still wrapped around his mate’s middle, supporting him.
“Do you have any plans today? I’m sure being alone in the house would be terribly lonesome.” Tom asks as Harry expertly fixes his tie for him. The front door behind them was already open, the neighbourhood was still rather quiet and there were barely any people despite the sun being so high up in the sky.
“Ron invited me to hang out with him, he got a nice break from… the murders.” He says, smiling softly, knowing who exactly was responsible for the reason why the police were so stressed.
Ronald Bilius Weasley was a male beta he met in university. He worked in Scotland Yard while his wife, Hermione Jean Granger, a brown-haired female beta, worked as a journalist covering the Master of Death and Lord Voldemort murder cases.
“Probably came to complain to you,”
“Hopefully not too long. I’m assuming that Hermione is coming as well.”
Tom let out a low hum, kissing Harry’s lips once again and then his neck, not hiding the fact that he was scenting him. Harry just grinned, letting Tom indulge in his possessiveness for the time being. He did enjoy his unrelenting overprotectiveness, as long as he wasn’t controlling or too domineering.
“Be safe…”
Tom smiles, letting him go. “Of course, however, I should be saying that to you. You don’t know if Voldemort will target you.” Harry just made a face at that.
He finally got out of the house, and headed towards his car as Harry watched from the porch, making sure he got to his car with no problems- even though he knew there shouldn’t be any problems.
Locking the door behind him, he went into the kitchen once again to put the dishes into the dishwasher. Then putting on shoes to take care of the plants in the yard. It was a mundane list of things he would do everyday before actually working- that was IF he had a gig ongoing. Some would say it was boring, but Harry quite liked it. He didn’t feel rushed and felt quite calmed during these times of the day. The peacefulness and silence while he worked was therapy to him, especially after a tense chat session with a rude client. Freelance writing could be as stressful as any full-time job after all.
It didn’t take long for his phone to start ringing and for him to dress appropriately for outside, knowing that he’ll at least be there for half the day.
Harry would say that unlike most omegas, both female and male, he doesn’t take an hour for just preparing his clothes, makeup, and hair. The only time he would ever take that long was if he and Tom were going out for a date (usually a dinner date). Of course, he would want to look his best if he was going out with his handsome husband. Being with friends was different, the most time he would take is 10 minutes and he was quite proud of that.
“The messages those two write to each other gives me chills.” Ron says as Harry sat himself down to the booth the beta pair occupied, not minding the thirsty and lecherous eyes on him. He was a small, dainty omega. The gazes were commonplace and although they were unsettling, Harry could bear with them, because in every room, he was the most dangerous one. He had dealt with worse ones, he could stand these things with ease.
“What do you mean?” Harry asks, feigning ignorance.
“I mean, You-Know-Who and the Master of Death’s murders got even more disturbing.” The corners of Harry’s mouth twitched. The public feared Voldemort a lot more than him, to the point that some became scared when uttering his name, that continued until ‘You-Know-Who’ became an official pseudonym. It was ridiculous if he had to comment. “I could stomach it if they only threatened each other through the killings, but god… they are both psychopaths, the fact that they’re using murders as a form of communication between them is sick!”
Hermione’s face looked pinched. “Ron! You weren’t supposed to say anything about the murders! You already told me-”
“Mione, you’re my mate and wife, of course I was going to tell you. And it’s just Harry, he’s our best friend, he isn’t a bad person.” Ron argued back. Harry, feeling like a third-wheel, just laughed, both in amusement of their dynamic and Ron’s ignorance.
Oh, only if he knew…
“I’m no harm, Hermione,” Harry says, smiling when Hermione blushed in embarrassment.
“I didn’t mean it in that way! It’s just-” She paused, taking a deep breath from the- unclean- air in the restaurant. “Dumbledore told Ron not to tell anyone about the “love letters” the two murderers were sending each other.”
Harry snorted, “what did the letters say this time though?”
“I hope the bed wasn’t too cold during the nights I was away.” Ron says, cringing at every word he said.
“Oddly sweet…” He said, smirking inside when he saw Hermione and Ron’s disgusted expression.
“Sweet? Are you mad, Harry?”
“It would be if it didn’t come with the cost of an innocent life!”
Harry just smiled sweetly, he knew it was wrong. Murder was wrong, killing another human was against the right morality. It wasn’t his fault that the adrenaline he got was so fun… the police was stupid. It’s already been over five years, yet neither of them have even been considered as suspects.
“I know, but it’s just unusually intimate. Why did both of their ‘letters’ to each other suddenly turn so flirtatious? I thought they were on bad terms?” Harry asks, subtly. He was genuinely curious to what the police thought of their relationship. He knew Tom would get a kick out of it too.
“They were… until five weeks ago. The messages suddenly turned intimate.” Oh, he remembered that exciting day. The rough fucking he got from Tom that day and the weeks that came had been the best thing that has ever happened to him, second only to their wedding. He was surprised that he hadn’t fallen pregnant after those escapades considering most of the time they forewent protection. “Dumbledore thinks they accidentally met each other during a murder and they decided that instead of fighting, they could work together. It’s messed up but I think that’s what happened too.”
“What about you, Hermione?” He asks, looking at said beta.
“I have some theories, I’m planning to write about it some time. But my strongest theory is that… they may have been together without realizing that the other was their rival, and only then, did they recently find out about the truth. They seem very intimate with each other, it’s weird for new couples.” She says and Harry gave her an interested look, raising his eyebrow.
She had been always the smartest, but he didn’t expect her to actually guess what happened. Should he feel threatened? Defensive? Scared?
“What about your other theories?”
Hermione simply smirks, “you have to wait in a couple of days.”
“Come on, Hermione, I’m your best friend.”
“No, you have to pay for the article.”
Harry feigned displeasement.
Harry had gone to the grocery store in the mall to pick out some food for dinner that day before driving home. He had picked out some red meat out of instinct and a few avocados. He wasn’t even sure what he was planning to do with them.
By the time he got home, it was already five o’clock. He laid out his groceries on the large breakfast counter and was thinking about what to cook when he got a call. Once he saw the name, Harry smiled and quickly answered.
“Alpha,” he says softly.
“Baby, have you eaten yet?” Came Tom’s deep voice. Harry crooned, both at his voice that he didn’t even notice he missed and the pet name. Tom calling him with pet names always made him weak.
“No, I was just thinking what to eat.” Harry says, leaning on his right hand and smiling lovesick-ly. “What about you? Have you eaten yet?”
“I was about to have dinner, but I knew the next client I have next is going to be quite a pain. I decided that hearing your voice would help me prepare for the shit I’m going to deal with later.”
Harry chuckled, “I should take that as a compliment then-”
“Of course, your voice is delightful to listen to. Soft, warm, and tender, just what I need.” Tom interrupts, whispering almost intimately as he purposely said each and every word with warm affection. Harry just smiles, letting the redness crawling up his face reign over.
“Doesn’t mean you can skip dinner, by the way, I found out why the police are being stingy on releasing our messages to each other.”
“Hm? Really? Why then?”
“Dumbledore,” Harry says, without elaborating further, although Tom barely needed any to figure out what he meant.
“Of course, it’s that old coot again. Trying his best to hunt down criminals, despite hiding one purposely years ago.” Tom scoffed, and Harry couldn’t help but agree.
“When are you coming home?”
“I’m not sure, around midnight or so, you’re probably sound asleep.” He says, Harry could already feel his frown from the other side, mirroring exactly his expression. “I’m sorry, Harry. I’ll cancel a appointments tomorrow if you want. I’ll try to get home as fast as possible.”
“It’s fine, you don’t need to do that. Just eat dinner, so you’ll have at least some energy. I’ll leave some for you in the fridge as well.”
“Harry…”
“Really, it’s fine.”
Harry drops the call a few minutes later, deciding to just prepare dinner instead of being preoccupied about him sleeping alone again. He knew he was being childish, sulking and everything, but he couldn’t help it. He was allowed to sulk once in a while. The calls from Tom went ignored, either because he purposely ignored it or because he was distracted by his cooking. Who knows really.
He had eaten his dinner rather quickly all the while watching the tv. Harry had quickly settled himself in the bed early that night, earlier than normal. The bed beside him was unbearably cold as he squeezed Tom’s pillow, that thankfully still had the alpha’s scent.
He didn’t know what time it was or when his eyes closed when he felt a presence in the room. Nothing dangerous, but familiar, quickly taking the quilt off his prone body, he sat up. Only to be met by a half-naked Tom changing to his sleepwear.
“Sorry, did I wake you up?” Tom asks, quickly entering the bed with him. The soft mattress dipped at the weight of two men- one weighing lighter than the other. The alpha kisses his neck as a greeting.
Harry squinted at the fancy wall clock. It was 10 PM, yet the room was very dark already, as well as the sky outside.
“I thought you were coming home at midnight?” He asks, his voice croak-like.
“I came home an hour earlier or so. I cancelled my last appointment, because my omega is sulking and craving some attention from me.” Tom says, laughing softly when Harry screwed his face up.
“I wasn’t sulking,”
“Yes, you were, it’s cute.”
Harry’s frown deepened, “of course you’d find it cute, you sadist.”
“I’m sure you’d like my present for you when people discover it.” Tom smiles, watching in satisfaction as his mate’s facial expression changed dramatically, his green eyes shone in the darkness, lit up brightly by a sick fascination. The same fascination his eyes held just a few hours ago.
“Really?”
“Yes, she was the reason why you were sulking and my omega needs some retribution.”