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Tom was chilling in his new apartment.
In fact he was drinking like always, watching the telly and snacking on some crisps.
It’s been almost a year since the incident, he killed Tord.
He would never admit it to the others but it did take a toll on his mental, having known the guy for so long and gone through some stuff with him.
Also the fact that by definition he is now considered a killer, that sent a shiver down his spine.
But it all didn’t matter at the end, he killed him and that’s final.
He sighed and looked down on his bottle, he wasn’t even halfway through.
The telly showed some stupid zombie movie and that’s when Tom knew that he had enough.
He stood up, turned it off and went to the kitchen to place his vodka in the freezer.
Out of nowhere he heard the front door knob rustle, he went to check and then the door started shaking.
Oh uh.
He ran to get his harpoon and moved to the side of the door.
The knob rustled more then stopped.
Tom let out a sigh of relief, thank god the intruder let go.
Then a fist ripped through the door and reached for the knob unlocking the door.
Making Tom scream in panic.
Tom's heart was beating through his chest, he was scared shitless, the arm didn’t even look human.
So he gripped on his harpoon and when the door opened he saw…
Tord.
“Stupid door and stupid Tom.” the norsk groaned as he flexed his mechanical fingers.
Tom’s grip on the harpoon weakened, making it fall from his hands.
Tord turned towards the sound now met with a very pale Tom.
“I rise from the dead!” Tord smiled towards the Brit who stood in shock.
Tom couldn't believe his…yeah whatever.
The norsk held a smile and Tom took in all the differences between when he saw Tord the last time.
The older man was now noticeably taller, his body much more toned but not obnoxiously muscular, his face
Tom felt a hole in his stomach, half the face was scarred and had an eyepatch on his eye.
Tord decided to boop him on the nose “Boo.”
That made Tom react “AH!” He backed away and slammed his head into the wall.
“Haha you’re so stupid.” the norsk giggled and ran his mechanical hand through his hair.
Tom took notice, so that’s what happened.
He would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit relieved.
Tord lost his arm but still how did he survive?
“How”
Tord cut him off before he could continue “Oh you were not even close to killing me.”
The norsk chuckled and turned around.
“In fact you failed miserably.” Tord placed both his hands behind his back and casually moved towards the sofa and flopped on it.
Now the Brit was regretting failing “Right…” he crossed his arms “Tord.”
“Red Leader.” Tord quickly stated which made Tom confused “What?”
The scarred man smirked “I’m the red leader, address me as such.”
“I won’t be doing shit.” Tom grabbed the object from the floor and instantly the norsk took notice.
He eyed the Brit and once their eyes met he spoke up.
“Put down that harpoon.” Tord instantly stood up from the couch.
The harpoon rested heavy in Tom's hands.
He looked at it and back at the shaken norsk “Are you scared of it?”
Now it was Tom's turn to smile, even though he hasn’t had contact with the norsk in years he knew that face.
Worry, anxiety, fear.
He was scared of the weapon in his hands and truthfully it sent Tom into a power trip.
“Answer.” the Brit demanded “What are you doing here?”
“…” Tord looked straight at him, not moving an inch.
Tom moved closer and made a move with his harpoon making Tord wince.
“Now!” The Brit yelled and Tord’s face scrunched up.
“I could kill you.” He looked at Tom straight on and moved his robotic fingers, the arm gave a subtle glow that was not there before.
That made Tom falter and the grip on his harpoon got stronger.
“But I can’t, consider yourself lucky.” the glow dimmed out.
“I will tell you why I’m here.” Tord sat back down on the sofa “But you need to drop that damned harpoon.”
“You won’t kill me?”
“Trust me, I wouldn't even think about it, unless you force me to.”
He had no choice.
Tom placed his harpoon on the floor next to him while looking at Tord all the time who chuckled.
“You never stop being cute”
Tom bared his teeth at that comment.
“I came back to have fun.”
“Thats a shit answer.”
“Ha! Well that’s the answer you’re getting.”
“Just to make sure, you are…” You never can be too sure, he could be a clone or maybe some alternative universe version of the norsk.
If that’s one thing Edd taught him is that somehow things that don’t make sense always happen to him.
But unsurprisingly “I’m Tord from the future duh.” He then added
“But you and everyone address me as the Red leader.”
“I wouldn't do something that dumb.”
“You say that but I’ll change your mind.” The Leader stood up and went up to the Brit.
“Exactly how do you plan to do that?”
Tord smirked and came closer to Tom, his breath now hitting against the Brits lips.
Tom felt his face heating up.
“I have my ways. Ways that you don’t even know that work on you…” Tord tipped Toms chin up “Ways that me you say Leader to me.”
Tom scowled but didn’t dare move.
He looked into the silvery eye and felt the similar rush that he always got when with the norsk.
“Thomas.” Tord came closer and his lips almost touched with Toms “Follow my orders and you will be greatly rewarded.”
Tom felt his lip tremble, it’s been so long since he had last been touched and honestly…
He somehow found the older man in front of him hot, the long hair, nice body and wrinkles that somehow suited his already sharp features.
He and Tord once had a thing going, it got physical and sure as hell got messy.
Teenagers, hormones and feelings do not mix well.
They would fight a lot, messy stupid fights that made both Matt and Edd anxious
Obviously they would smack,slam and punch each other till their nose and gums bled but sometimes Tom could feel Tord’s bulge rubbing against his when they fought.
That was probably why they kept on fighting, it turned both of them on, it was fuel to their tender and hot flame.
That was set ablaze by their different views, desires but same emotion that they both didn’t know how to navigate or what to make of it.
Eventually it burned down the house that was their bond.
An innocent childhood friendship.
Tom tried to keep a stoic tone to not show the inner turmoil within him “What do you want.”
“Simple.” Tord whispered with his thick accent into the Brits ear “Your obedience and submission.”
Then he moved his mechanical fingers from Tom's chest to his bulge “And your reward will be my body.”
Tom felt his face get hotter, he didn’t even know that it could do that.
Then Tord moved back observing the Brit and moved his face closer again.
The Brit without noticing parted his mouth.
“Hah…good boy you catch on well.”
They closed the space between them, the scarred part of Tord’s lips gave a somewhat wonderful sensation.
It was rough, raw and somehow still soft.
The norsk dominated the kiss,diving deeper and pushing his tongue against the other.
Tom instinctively put his hands on the norsk's waist, starting to feel him up and Tord retaliated by biting his bottom lip making him groan.
He pulled away, his lips were now glistening with saliva and he licked at it.
Tord whispered “Who gave you permission to touch me.”
“Oh so now I need permission to-“ before Tom could finish his sentence Tord grabbed his wrist hard and dragged him to the bedroom.
“Oy! Let me go”
“You need to learn how to listen.”
When he opened the door he threw the Brit on the bed.
“Hey!”
Then crawled on top of him, sat on his lap and started taking off his belt.
Tom gulped at the gesture.
“You need to be more grateful, if it was my Tom he would be on the floor begging for forgiveness.”
“You torture me?”
“Hah I’ll show you how I torture you”
Tom felt his body go cold and he tried to trash around unsuccessfully, Tord tied his wrists.
He shut his eyes getting mentally ready to die but then he felt the bed shift.
He opened his eyes and saw Tord standing in front of the bed with his hands on his coat.
“Observe.”
The norsk meticulously took off his coat, he then sighed and rubbed himself through his pants next pulling his turtleneck off.
Tom felt his boner somehow get harder.
The scarred flesh somehow added depth to the beautiful pecs the other had, he was definitely more toned than before, abs visible and shoulders more defined.
Then Tord smirked at him and pulled the hair tie from his hair letting it all loose.
He swished his head a few times, the locs placing themselves beautifully without a care.
Tom felt himself sweating, he was so aroused by the body in front of him, the confidence and roughness were the cherry on top.
Then the norsk turned around , he massaged on his neck then moved his hair to the side revealing his nape and back.
Tom heard a zip and with that Tord’s pants were being pulled down.
The perky ass and legs greeted him.
And then the underwear started going down, finally Tord stood naked or so Tom thought as he looked at the calves.
Gather belts who were holding up the norsks socks.
A sigh then soft groan turned his attention away from them to the hands that were now reaching towards Tord’s buttocks.
He slightly parted them and Tom for a second forgot how to breathe.
This maniac had a buttplug in.
“Are you willing to listen now?”
Tom gulped thick saliva and nodded.
“Speak.”
“Yes I am.”
“Good dog.”
Tord turned around and walked towards Tom who was watching the way the norsk's cock bounced every time he took a step.
Then he crawled on the Brit then sat down on the bulge.
“Agh!”
“Aahhh…” Tord rubbed his ass back and forth on it, sometimes the bulge hitting the plug making him groan.
The hips started going round, the soft globes rubbed against Tom’s hard dick.
Without thinking much he moaned out “T-Tord”
Tord slapped him in the face hard.
“FUCK! Are you MENTAL?” Tord slapped him harder and pushed his ass hard on the Brits bulge.
“Ughhhh!” Tom trashed around while the norsk kept on giving him a lap dance.
“I’m your leader, address me as such.”
Tom opened one of his tear stained eyes and spat “You’re delirious.”
Tord smacked him again and then grabbed him by his cheeks now sitting down with his full weight on the hard dick.
“I am your leader. Address me as such.”
Tom looked at the norsk who looked intensely at him, he gave up.
“Fuck…yes leader.”
Tord gave him a smug smile “Who’s leader?”
The Brit grit his teeth ‘My leader.”
“Good boy.”
He then went back to rubbing against the covered bulge, the tip of his cock leaked over Tom's blue hoodie.
Tom tried to move his hips a bit to get some more release but the man on top of him stopped, making him groan.
“You shall take what I give you and no more understood?”
Tom felt humiliated and yet somehow “Yes my leader.” felt good.
“I can get used to this, all the emotions in your voice, I can hear your hatred and your inner turmoil.”
Tord felt a weird sense of pride, it’s been so long since he last saw his husband in this state.
This little angry chihuahua who desperately wanted to bite back and fight.
He clenched on the plug inside of him.
“But also…” he came up closer and moaned into Tom's ear.
“I can hear your desperation and your want.” He moved his hips away from the boner, now noticing the wet spot where he assumed was Tom's tip.
He moved his hand on Tom’s bulge and started rubbing at it.
“Mnnah…” Tom moved his head to the side at the stimuli.
Tord unzipped Tom's jeans and moved his boxers down making the dick spring out.
“Ahh there he is…”
He touched the weeping dick then bit his lip.
“Only three?” He rubbed his fingers against the barbells making Tom's hips jump.
He let go of the cock and reached to pull of the plug inside him, it has been sitting there for some time, at times rubbing against his prostate.
“Mnnh” he pulled it out then placed it on the bed, his hole fluttering around nothing.
Tom observed him through it all, he had to admit the man in front of him looked cute for a second.
The furrowed brows and blush on his skin…then he felt a warm palm rub up and down his cock.
“Ahhhh…”
The hand placed Tom’s dick against the wet plucker, he felt it twitching.
Then the norsk moved slightly up making the tip tease the rim.
“I’ve been plugged all day, been patiently waiting for this.” not letting the tip come in just yet, just letting it push against it.
Tom tried to move his hands, the belt keeping his wrists together above his head.
He was desperate “Aaghh, Leader…please”
“Thomas tell me how much you want to fuck me.”
For some time no one spoke, The leader just looked down at him expectantly, waiting.
Tom hoped that the other could see that he felt embarrassed instead it seemed that that’s what the norsk wanted.
His dick leaked more precum, The hand on it waiting.
At some point it smacked his cock slightly making him jump.
The norsk was getting impatient…
God this is embarrassingly hot.
“I want to please you my leader, I want to see you come undone on my dick. I don’t care if you use it as a toy I just need you”
Once he finished his sentence he closed his eyes and tried to hide in his hoodie.
“You’re so adorable.” Tord then went in to peck Tom on the lips the Brit quickly tried deepening it “Be good Thomas, don’t get too greedy now."
The Brits eyebrows furrowed and he pouted.
Tord finally pushed the head in and he let out a groan.
Then he quickly slammed his hips down.
Tom threw his head back “AGH!”
The insides were wet and clenching around his sensitive length he looked at Tord’s dick which was leaking then back at the norsks face.
Tord looked focused as if trying to control his urges, he nibbled on his lip and both his hands rested next to the Brits waist.
He was panting and slowly he moved his hips around “Mnnmahh…” the tip deliciously moving and occasionally tapping against his prostate.
“T-Thomas are you ready?” He opened his eyes looking down at the Brit who quickly nodded yes.
“Speak.”
“Yes my leader, I’m ready.”
The leader gave him a smile then he moved up and slammed his hips down again making them both moan.
After a few test thrusts he started to roughly ride the Brit.
Tord’s pecs follow his movements hypnotizing Tom who wished he could nibble at them.
Eventually Tord took notice.
“You’re so predictable, it’s charming” he moved one hand and squeezed his nipple between his two mechanical fingers making him clench around the cock.
“Mngh!” Tom moaned at the erotic display, the nub after some time started to become red and the sounds from the norsk let him know that they’ve become sensitive.
Tord kept on riding him, abusing his nipple while his own cock freely drooling and jumping to his bounces.
All the while looking down at Tom who was whining and groaning, his eyes shut, lips and cheeks red.
The reason why Tord even allowed his Tom to use the Time Machine to travel back was because…
Tord could relate, he also sometimes missed their previous dynamic, messy and chaotic.
So arousing.
Him and his Tom did fight, but they were scene fights, they were meant not to escalate.
Their earlier fights were not planned or even sensible but they were raw and bloody.
Younger Tom had a bite to him, the need to protest and get his way. But he was also insanely loyal.
Just like a pup.
Tord moved his mechanical hand from his nipple to the Brits throat and halted his bouncing.
His thumb rubbing against Tom's adam apple.
Tom's face scrunched up, he was bloody close too.
“Why did you stop…”
“Because I can.”
“Fuck…I was close.”
“I know”
“Ugh…I hate you so much.” Tom bit back.
“I don’t think it’s polite to say something like that when I’m so generously warming your dick.”
“If you were oh so generous you would go back to bouncing on it.” then he smirked “Like a slut.”
Tord’s face got hotter, those eyes and brows furrowing showing determination.
He misses those eyes.
Yet he has a status to uphold.
His hand squeezed hard against the neck.
“Ack!”
“You need to learn about matters and respect.”
“Ha…you’re clenching around me…” Tom forced out.
Tord bit his lip then pressed harder against the Brits neck, the cock inside him twitched.
“Well you’re twitching from being choked so, who’s the slut here.”
Tom’s smile faded and he moved his head back trying to get some air.
Tord let go.
The younger man inhaled the air and coughed a few times then forced out. “You’re insane”
“Just how you like it.” Tord teased, he kept on not moving and Tom was about to go crazy from it.
The belt held tight against his wrists, forcing his hands together and he tried to break out of them.
He tried to get the norsk to let him at it “Come on get me out of this, I’ll fuck you good.”
“Hm…” Tord rolled his hips around again and Tom groaned.
The Leader didn’t respond, Tom whined pitifully and he looked down, wanting to come so badly.
He didn’t dare move, he didn’t want the norsk to stop.
It seemed the norsk had other plans though.
Tord started to move up and Tom's cock started slipping out.
“NO!” Tom instantly thrust up his hips making the norsk let out a shocked moan.
Tom started to quickly thrust up slamming his dick in the norsk “Ahh…Thomas…you mutt” surprisingly Tord didn’t try to move away again instead he let the Brit desperately thrust into him.
“T-That’s right…” That’s what he wanted, Tom to be desperate, if only the Brit could see what he saw.
Clear desperation, sweat on his forehead and focus in his eyes.
Tom trying his damned hardest, trying to show how good he can be.
And he was, Tord moved down to face the Brit who now had this eyes closed in focus.
“G-good boy, youre fucking me so good” Tom opened his eyes and saw met with the norsk looking blissfully at him.
He then looked at the lips who were letting out soft moans every time he thrust in.
He slammed his face to the norsk’s, catching him off guard but they catched on and started to make out.
Their tongues were messily trying to find a mutual connection, and Tord’s ass finally slammed down on the cock giving Tom’s hips a much needed rest.
They moaned into the kiss, Tord’s arms reacted close to the Brits as he started meeting the Brits thrusts.
Tord bit down on the bottom lip and swished his tongue around the other one, moaning in it occasionally.
A particularly delicious thrust against his prostate made Tord break the kiss.
“Oghh!!”
Tom dove into the kiss again, since Tord was caught off guard he took it upon himself to show he could dominate too.
He deepened the kiss and moved his tongue around the mouth, licking at the sides and occasionally biting at the tongue.
He was close dangerously so, he wanted to come this time so he broke the kiss and brokenly asked
“Can I please cum?”
Tord looked down at the Brit with a smile “Where?” that made Tom's lip tremble.
“In you my leader.”
Hard and wet thrusts kept on going “Do you want to fill me up?”
“Y-yes my leader.” Tom tried to hold onto his orgasm so he wouldn't come yet unless he got permission.
“Good soldier, come in me.”
Immidiatly he came he thrust hard a few times trying to push his come deep.
“Oghhh T-Thomasss!” Tord followed after him cum coated his stomach yet Tom didn’t stop his thrusts.
He kept on trying to push the come deeper.
But it seemed that the norsk was tired as he pathetically moaned at the added stimuli, he moved his torso down.
Tom now seeing the chest in all its glory.
He slowed his thrusts down, eventually stopping.
Tord then moved back into a sitting position, Tom looked at his face.
His hair was a mess, drool on his chin and eye lidded as he panted.
Then he looked at the tied up wrists moving to unbuckle them “Y-You’ve done good.”
Once he let Tom’s hands free they immediately wrapped around Tord’s waist and slammed him to the side.
The action surprised The Leader, Tom tightly hugged him.
“Hah…cuddle time?” Tord felt his face getting warm, Toms cock still buried deep inside on him and he was satisfied.
Before he came here, he was insecure that Tom would reject him because of his ugly scars.
He had those days where he was sure his husband would leave him, and truthfully his husband pushed him to go back in time.
That was the true point of coming here.
Because he was scared that his looks would drive the other away and even if multiple times his Tom told him he would never do that.
The insecurity never went away, hence the idea to see if Toms younger Tord hating self would find him attractive.
So finally the norsk could have the closure that he is indeed not unlovable.
Tom pushed his face into Tord’s pecs.
Tord wrapped his arms against Tom's head while rubbing on his hair.
“Hm some things really stay the same…”
He placed a soft kiss on the Brits wet forehead.
Out of nowhere, Tom started to thrust in him again.
“Oh!”
Tom squeezed around his midsection and bit down on his nipple making him gasp.
Then he heard the Brits voice softly speaking.
“M-more…”
Tord looked down and he felt his heart clench.
The Brit gave him a sad puppy look, his pout softening his heart.
This was the Tom he grew accustomed to, clingy and sex driven.
He felt a soft smile tug his lips “Go on then you mutt, show me what you’ve got”
Instantly Tom slammed his pelvis against his ass which forced a moan out of the leader.
Wet and fast smacks, the bites on his chest and eyes rolling back his head.
An old man like him couldn't compare to a 24 year old’s libido and stamina.
So he just let the other go crazy on him.
“Leader…” hands gripped onto Tord’s ass cheeks and nails dug in.
“Ooghh, Thomas” wet licks and nibbles on his nipples “Aghh…” Tom wrapped harder around him, not letting go, keeping a hard rhythm.
They were close, not a distance between them, Tord’s dick rubbed against Tom's hoodie every time he moved.
Every time he tried to move, Tom held him down, forcing him to meet his thrusts
“N-naughty pup…”
That made Tom whine and slam against his prostate.
“I’m not…” he mumbled against Tord's chest.
Hah…so cute!
Tord felt his orgasm fast approaching the rubbing and stimulus to his prostate egged him on.
Tom started to suckle on his nipple and that’s when he knew he was done for.
“MNNnaahh! Tooooom”
Tom groaned as the walls tightened up on his dick, he slammed his hips a couple more times and came in the norsk.
They both gasped for air, their chests moving up and down.
Tom kept on clinging to the norsk, then he let out a sob.
That freaked Tord out he looked down “What’s wrong?” And placed both his hands on the Brits cheeks forcing him to look up.
“I th-ought you were dead.”
Tears rolled down one after the other coating the norsk's palms.
“Are you sad I'm not?”
“No, I'm relieved.”
Tord cooed and wiped Tom's tears away and kissed both of his tear stained eyes.
“Then there’s no point in crying.” he let go of the Brits cheeks.
Tom nodded and placed his ear on Tord’s chest hearing his heartbeat, while the norsk rubbed on his scalp and through his hair.
They rested, Tom relaxed, the tears on his cheeks dried up from the soft treatment.
As much as he hates to admit it to himself, he could see himself get used to this.
Eventually Tord pulled him away “I need a cigar.” He looked cutely at Tom and thankfully the Brit understood.
Tom moved his cock out of the norsk and groaned.
He stood up, got to the leader's coat and grabbed the pack of cigars from the pocket.
Then he got back on the bed and passed the pack to Tord who had an amused smile on his face.
“How thoughtful of you Thomas.” He opened the pack.
“Don’t get used to it red fuck.”
Tord giggled “Of course.” and took his cigar and lit it then he moaned “Nothing better than an aftersex cigar.”
Tom looked at the action and then reached for the plug on the bed, while the norsk was relishing on his cigar he felt something against his stuffed hole.
“Hm!?” He looked back and Tom was now shoving his plug back in him with a smile.
“There you go cream puff.” he smacked the asscheek a few times, then went to wrap his arms around Tord’s waist from the back.
He was dumbly grinning.
Tord rolled his eyes “So corny…” he took a few puffs until he noticed that the Brit was eyeing his cigar.
“Want some?” He tried to pass it to Tom who stuck out his tongue in disgust.
“I don’t smoke.”
“There’s always a first time.”
“Okay…I don’t know how to smoke.”
“That’s not a problem” Tord moved around, took a long drag and slammed his lips to Toms.
“Mhpm?”
Tord’s tongue rubbed between his lips asking to open them up.
Tom complied and they got straight to kissing.
It was soft, smoke filled his senses and the god awful taste of tobacco got on his tongue.
Smoke got out every time their lips moved.
But it felt good, his head got lighter and he dove deeper into the kiss.
They continued and started caressing each other.
Then Tom felt his lungs protesting and he backed away, abruptly breaking the kiss and started coughing.
“Bloody *cough* hell!” his lungs fucking hurt.
Tord laughed at his inability to tolerate the smoke.
“I’m choking and you’re laughing?” Tom pouted and The Leader looked at him with a grin. “Not the first or last time.”
He decided not to respond to that.
Instead he closed his eyes and relished the warmth of the other person next to him.
The relief on his heart made sleep come easier.
Without even realising or wanting to, he fell asleep.
As soon as Tord heard those snores he knew he had to go.
He slowly pulled away from Tom and started to dress up, he took one more look at the Brit.
Came closer, put his spent cock back in the boxers,pulled the covers up and placed a kiss on his cheek.
The man rustled under the sheets bringing them closer to his face, Tord’s chest fluttered.
“See you soon.”