TomTord Oneshots

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The Leader could feel the lump in his throat inching back when he saw his face, his nose scrunched up at the chilling of the room after coming out of that blanket den. This was him, this wasn't a picture. This wasn't his dreams.

It was Tom. He's here, alive and peaceful. His skin smooth as always, the same feeling, the same scent just as the future.
Real, so real right before his eye.
God, such beautiful voids. Those eyes you can get lost in, a black the color of dripping ink. So outrageously beautiful.
Too bad the goggles he had in the future covered them up.
His mouth. His neck, his cheeks his legs his arms. All precious, all used to be Tord's and it was just so.. Him. Nothing could beat the beauty right in front of him.

Except Tord. He can beat him when he's angry. Funny joke Tord.

The Leader turned away. It was getting hard to swallow.
Swallow the truth of how much he hurt his lover perhaps, how he's the reason Tom isn't with him in the future anymore.
Or maybe that lump crawling up in his throat was making it hard to actually physically swallow.

Tord raised his hand. His organic one, finishing what he came here to do.
His thumb gently slid along Tom's forehead, fingers entrailing through the tangles of that sweet, creamy-coffee brown hair.

He missed this feeling.

Tord remembers when he used to have Tom wrapped around in his arms, sitting in his lap tiredly, on the edge of passing out from Tord's smooth and enchanting hands that ran through his hair like a melody.
Tom loved falling asleep like that, in his lover's grip.

But that was four years ago, in the future at least. Tord stopped doing that long ago after dominating the world finally got to him.

God, what happened?
What lead him to become such a monster? What cognition in his mind changed gears that forced him to beat his own fiance as if he wasn't even human? To love the feeling of dominance and control, to be able to look down on everyone?
He trembled, biting his lip.

However he had heard a small grown from underneath him, making him glance down only to see a pair of tired, half-lidded black voids staring right back at him.
Tord widened his ey-

"Mnng.. Tord? What the fuck are you doing here.. This late.." Tom yawned, bringing his hand from underneath the sheets to rub his voids. "I hope it's not for a second round, asshole.."

His voice made Tord shiver. A voice of a man yet to be broken, still young with life ahead of him. Before the future, before he left them behind.

He paused for a second, mouth open yet no words able to get out. Tom turned his head in confusion- concern even- until Tord shook his head and smiled almost.. Sadly?

"No no, I just wanted to sleep with you tonight. Is that alright?"

To Tom, Tord's voice was different. It was scruffier, deeper and maybe even older? That thick accent was a little more neuteral than Tom remembered. Not to mention, although it was dark.. Why did it look like Tord had scars on the side of his face..? Tom ignored that, thinking it was just his imagination.

But beside that, Tom couldn't help but blush for the first time in a while. Tord seemed so much more gentle than usual. And.. Sleep with him? God, he never thought he'd seen the day that Tord wanted to cuddle after sex. It made him feel a little happy, a feeling of comfort and security. Nothing Tord ever made him feel before.

"Y-Yeah, come right in." Tom smiled awkwardly, moving to the left side of the bed as he ignored the stinging pain in his rear.

Tord couldn't help but smile as he took off his work pants for more comfort in bed. Oh what he longed for so long, the craving of having his love right in his arms again after a bitter period of time. The gut wrenching feeling in his gut, yet the happy twist in his chest that made his heart pound. So very overwhelming, so damn regretful and bittersweet. Tord wanted to cry, yell, and kiss him all at the same time.