Tord led him into a room with a desk. All the walls had been covered with notes and bulletins. He was creeped out at all the notes he could see from where he stood. 

Tord leaned up against the desk sighed, finally ready to say something.
                 "This is my home away from home." He smiled lopsidedly, but still looked guilty.

To Tom, this place didn't really look like a home. It looked scary and uncomforting.
He also felt slightly hurt? Tord lived with him, wasn't that home enough?

Tom chewed his lip and kept reading the tacked papers. His face scrunched up and he looked at Tord.
                  "My plans, I've been drawing these things out for a long time actually. My parents are proud." He smirked and walked back over to the door.
                   "You stay here, I must go get them. They asked to see you." He exited the room quickly and shut the door behind him.

Tom was left in the dark with the subject, what was going on. The more he looked on the more pieces he could put together in his mind.

Tord planned to slowly take over the world.

Which, from Tom standpoint, sounded insane. Even a little funny. One person alone could never take over an entire planet.
And a person like Tord? Tom couldn't picture it. He'd always known Tord to be soft and sweet, and not at all organized. Tord was only rough and destructive when he needed to be, and extremely over protective of his things.
Tom had never pictured Tord to want to do such things. He'd never hinted at it before, and had never shown any signs of this obsession in the slightest. It almost fascinated Tom.
How could he have missed such a crucial detail of his most studied person?

You know the feeling you get when someone jumps out and scares you? Or the way your stomach drops when you ride a roller coaster? The feeling Tom felt...was like that but on a loop. That was the only way he could describe it.
And it was awful.

The sound of the door clicking behind him tore him away from his thoughts.
He was met with a smiling Tord, followed by a shorter but very intimidating man and a lanky guy with stylish hair.

Tord smiled brightly, his eyes closed. He gestured over to the two with his hands.
                   "My dads!"

Tom smiled like a child, the new discovery warmed his heart.
You don't see these kind of family's often around their area.

Tord moved behind Tom and shoved him forward.
                 "Well! Don't be lame, make nice."

Tom blushed and put out his hand, the hand being covered by the sleeve of the large jacket he sported.
The taller man smiled a toothy grin and came forward first, gladly accepting the hand in a shake.
                    "Patryk. It's nice to finally meet you. Tord talks about you quite often."

The man beside him continued to stare skeptically at Tom until Patryk nudged him.

He grunted and finally came forward and shook his hand halfheartedly.
Then turned and left the room.

Tord rolled his eyes.
                  "His name is Paul. He doesn't talk much so don't expect much from him."

Tom let it slide and waited for the next thing to be said.

Silence.

Patryk awkwardly walked out of the room after being compelled out by the quiet.

Tord sat at the large chair at the desk, and looked up at the many papers scattered over the walls.
Tom adjusted the ankle length coat on his shoulders, waiting for Tord to confess his intentions.

He finally spun around to face Tom once more and motioned for him to walk over to him. Tom warily approached and was snatched by the wrist, being pulled down into Tords lap.

He squirmed for a bit but Tord held him close, resting his chin in the nape of his neck.
                   "Just chill for a second, seriously. You looked so pale I thought you were going to sick everywhere." Tord breathed against his ear.

Tom blushed horribly and bit down on his lip. He was uncomfortable being so close to him, especially at a bad moment like this. But it still felt very right.
                   "You still haven't enlightened me on these plans Tord." He pushed off of him aggressively and stood once more. He sternly looked down at him.

Tord sighed again and and put on a face of authority and stood up abruptly, startling Tom.
                   "I plan to take over the world." He squinted at Tom and watched his face twist up in a mix of emotions. " But I cannot do that without a certain factor." He flipped through a few files in a draw to his desk, pulling out a pack of papers.
He turned back to Tom and smiled down at him.

Tord reached his hand out and caressed the shell of Toms ear. He leaned in a whispered to him, his hot breath tickling Toms throat.
                      "I need you."

•••

He took Tom home soon after.

Tom wanted nothing to do with him.

Tom wanted love, craved passion. But he was stuck with was what he once thought was the most perfect supplier, that turned out to be a psychotic heartless asshole who only wanted to take advantage of what Tom could give.

'He needs me in battle to see color? He wants nothing more, nothing less.'

All he could think about that was the amount of ink he wasted on this man. How many pages of every damn book he owned soiled with his name.
He thought about how things were in the past when Tord didn't need him.
But now he was using Tom for war.

Tord didn't want love. He wanted to gain power and control.
And if that meant using and loosing something as beautiful as love to get what he wanted, then by all means he'll do just that.

He cared for Tom, yes. Maybe even loved him at one point.
But with the new circumstances of their 'relationship'  Tord had to look past those feelings to get what he wanted.