#ujiin

Tom Sr is horrified to find out that his son is the lowest of the low in society. Not an alpha like himself, or even a beta like his deceased mother. An omega. They have virtually no rights, and no bodily autonomy to speak of. Practically breeding stock, in the eyes of society. Maybe good for a housewife, if not a sex slave, as far as the average alpha is concerned. So you see, Tom Sr has only one reasonable thing he could possibly do, within a cruel society that shuns his son for his unfortunate birth defects: Become an omega rights activist. Oh, and ensure his son dies a virgin. That too.

Tom is in a little bit of a predicament. "Did you need anything else, Slytherin?" he manages to say without a single hitch or stutter, even though it feels so incredibly wrong to address a literal founder of Hogwarts this way. Not that the man--nay, the boy--he's addressing is a founder as of yet. He's about the same age as Tom, actually. God, this is so fucked. And if Tom is reduced to using muggle curses, then that really ought to show how fucked up the situation really is. "Well, Tom," Slytherin says with a smirk, lips wrapping salaciously over Tom's given name. Holy shit. "I certainly had a few things in mind." His ancestor, Salazar Slytherin, is honest to God flirting with him. Tom isn't sure which is more of a shock, that Slytherin apparently indulged regularly in sodomy, or that he's still pursuing Tom despite his obvious muggle origins. Not that Slytherin has shown an iota of his prejudices--if they even exist yet, that is.

Tom is in a little bit of a predicament. "Did you need anything else, Slytherin?" he manages to say without a single hitch or stutter, even though it feels so incredibly wrong to address a literal founder of Hogwarts this way. Not that the man—nay, the boy—he's addressing is a founder as of yet. He's about the same age as Tom, actually.