Fics like color in all the shades of the rainbow

Tom traces a slow shape over Harry’s side. His mind flickers, trying to place the pattern of Tom’s fingers. Images explode across his gaze, a twisting snake on a pale forearm, blood running down skin, the pain of a brand. He flinches reflexively. Tom’s hand freezes. “Harry,” his voice has dropped to a whisper. “Are you okay?” Harry claws back his smile, even though his stomach is twisting over itself. Tom’s face doesn’t change, and now anxiety is creeping in and crawling up his throat. “Yellow,” he says again. “Like the sun exploded behind my eyes.” “Yellow,” Tom repeats with a bit of wonder. The impassive mask breaks, and he smiles, like he’s seen the sun itself. He leans forward, kissing Harry’s temple. His lips are feverishly hot. Again, red soaks through Harry’s mouth. He tries not to flinch away. Tom pulls away, his hand coming up to stroke the hair out of Harry's eyes. “Don’t worry,” he whispers, a long while later. Harry’s closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep. Apparently Tom thinks he already has. “I’ll never let you go.”

Fics like color in all the shades of the rainbow

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