Beta's Note: Sorry Vannah didn't update earlier. 'Twas all my fault, I was being lazy and didn't want to leave the bedroom to beta. Don't know what I'm talking about? Well Vannah shall explain it to you.. She knows what I mean. Heh.

Part Two...

A small, wicked smile played on the corners of Riddle's lips as he leaned closer to Harry's face.

His breath caressed Harry's cheek as he whispered, "I want things that I could never get from you willingly," his voice was soft, almost nonexistant and he slid his thumbs over Harry's jawline as he spoke.

Harry pulled his face from the touch and glared daggers at him, "If you know you can't have it from me, then don't try!"

He lept from the beams of the bridge onto the sloping concrete, which he soon discovered was a huge mistake as he jumped right into Riddle's arms.

"Silly boy," Riddle stated; his eyes swept over Harry's smaller form as he held onto him, his fingers entwined in Harry's hair.

This could be it, Riddle. You could have him now. Nobody's here to stop you, he's all yours.. thought Riddle as he looked down at the boy's now struggling form. His eyes were so innocent. Still, he knew the boy had seen more than his share of the unholy.

And Riddle couldn't see hurting him now, especially after he said he wouldn't. Riddle gave up, setting the boy down as he continued to fight an inward battle with himself. You Bloody Fool, you're the damned Dark Lord. When do you think about what other people feel? You've waited fifteen years to get your hands on him and hurt him, and now that you have him, you don't want to hurt him-- just because you told him you wouldn't?

Riddle scowled at himself.

Harry blinked, completely unsure of what was happening. He didn't remove his eyes from Riddle, but instead stood very still, fascinated by the other. Could it be that he didn't know what he was doing, or couldn't bring himself to do it?

Expirimentally, Harry took a few steps away from him, watching him with his eyes.

"If you don't mind, Riddle," he stated in a slightly calmer voice, though his breathing was still a little erratic, "I plan to swing. It's been awhile, you see."

Riddle startled, barely remembering the other boy was there. He couldn't stop his toungue from lashing out over his bottom lip as he watched Harry move slowly toward the swings.

"Very well," he managed, his expression going from shock to unreadable once again.

What the hell are you on about? You're bloody Voldemort, follow him...

Hesitantly, Harry sat on one of the swings, thinking silently to himself about how dark and dangerous the other man looked, looming silently in the night shadows. Harry began to swing back and forth, the creaking of the swings quickly becoming almost too annoying for him. He didn't stop, however. It had taken him too much effort to get there.

Riddle slowly walked toward his new companion, stopping only when in front of the boy. Slowly, he reached his hand out, firmly taking hold of Harry's chin, and looked deeply into his emerald eyes, bringing his mouth inches from Harry's ear, "Why do you fear me?"

Harry had always been afraid of Voldemort, even when he acted as though he didn't. He remembered what Dumbledore had said about the two of them-- that only one would live. After a moment he whispered, baring his teeth, "I don't know what to expect from you. I'd be afraid even if I had my wand. I expect you to kill me like you did my parents..."

It was then that he noticed Riddle's touch. It was cold, yet it blazed with heat. He tried pulling his face away, but was unable to.

Riddle looked down at the boy, his expression still unreadable. His eyes closed suddenly, and before he knew it, his face was inches from Harry's ear.

"You could be brilliant you know.."

His hot breath caressed his prize's ear and a small smile played on his face as he licked his lip once more, the tip of his tongue grazing Harry's flesh.

Harry froze when he felt the hot sensation of Riddle's breath in his ear, and the moisture that followed it. He gasped lightly and knew he couldn't move if he wanted to.

"I've been told that before-- in what circumstances would you call me great?"

Riddle smiled at the response he was getting.

"Along side of me," he replied softly, lashing his tongue out again in a snake-like fashion.

That's it, taste him... So good, Riddle thought to himself as he brought his other hand to the back of Harry's head, fingering the unruly black hair.

Harry sighed and rested his head against the hand. His eyes narrowed in tiredness, and Riddle's touch was oddly arousing and relaxing.

"You'd like that too much," he replied, almost lazily.

Riddle arched an eyebrow, unsure of the reason behind his own action. Was it to the comment, or the way Harry relaxed to his touch? Riddle could feel the heat coming from Harry's body, and was all to aware of it, when he replied.

"Don't you get tired of being everybody's hero? Don't you get tired of being used?"

He paused, "Do you ever just wish for something more?"

Riddle hissed softly as he ran his tongue the full length of Harry's ear.

Harry tensed, and let a soft moan escape from his parted lips. His fingers gripped tightly onto the chains of the swing, and he replied, "Yes, sometimes I do. But I would not betray everyone."

He leaned into the feel of the snake-like tongue, and let it penetrate him deeper. His breath became misty and visible, and his body was covered in goosebumps. His black silk nightshirt and pants he had recieved for a Christmas present some time before from the Weasley Twins did not ward off the cold well.

Riddle took a deep breath, a result from the moan Harry gave, before moving to look his companion in the eyes. He leaned so close to the other's lips, he could feel the heat and smell the pumpkin juice left on his breath from Dinner.

"What if it was just for one night?" Riddle replied softly.

Harry's eyes flitted nervously over Riddle's features. For one night... wasn't that the way a lot of dirty things happened? He now wished he had listened to the perverse topics the boys in the dormitory always spoke of, more often.

"One night?" he repeated.

He couldn't think straight anymore; none of this was realistic. He would just go with what he felt was best.

"One night," Riddle wispered, and soon his lips found themselves placed upon Harry's. At first the kiss was just a ghost, but then Riddle became more demanding, his toungue slowly finding its way into Harry's sweet mouth. Riddle was now caressing Harry's mouth with his tounge, though he was still holding Harry's face, only softer, like a lover would. His other hand found itself entangled in Harry's raven hair.

At first, when Harry felt the lipse close on his own, he tensed, and for a moment tried to resist the demanding mouth. Slowly, however, he slipped his arms around the other man's neck, and began to kiss back with equal passion. He stood up, to avoid Riddle pushing him so far back with his desperately seeking mouth, that they both toppled over the swing.

With Harry's arms around his neck, Riddle found it easy to lift the boy up. He carried Harry the few yards to the flaming tree, the one that he had laid him under at first, only the sun was completely beneath the horizon. Riddle hadn't noticed, until now. Even in the darkness, the smaller Wizard's emerald eyes, pierced the sky. Riddle broke the kiss for a few moments, just so he could look into those amazing eyes.

"Are you sure? There is no turning back once I start.." hissed Riddle in husky parseltongue.

Harry gazed into the other man's eyes, confused as to why he was being observed so intently. He shyed away a bit and turned his face sideways to avoid full contact. Without realizing it, Harry's reply was made in the same snake tongue, only his hissing was more aggravated, like that of a female lion in heat.

"Yes."

He was dizzy from the lack of air from the desperate kisses, and he could not care anymore what happened in this instant; he only knew he wanted more of this angry passion. His eyes shifted to the flaming tree, and he became entranced.

Placing kisses, and nibbling softly on Harry's neck, Riddle shivered in anticipation. Slowly he started to undo the small annoying grey button to Harry's black silk pajama shirt, running his tongue over every inch of bare skin as it became exposed to him, his teeth nipping softly.

Harry brought his eyes back to look at the actions that Riddle was performing, and he could not believe what he had agreed to. It didn't matter, though; it felt good, and he was able to say, so far, he liked it without remorse. His arms still remained around the other's neck, and when it was exposed to him, he nipped gently on it. Harry continued to sigh softly, parting his lips, his breath turning to fog in the cold autumn air.

Riddle finished the task of unbottoning Harry's shirt and carefully lifted him up so he could remove the shirt with out loosing contact. His bluish green eyes gazed into Harry's emerald's as his hands skillfully rubbed up and down the boy's stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of the silk pants. Tugging them down, revealed a pair of silky red boxers. The Dark Lord paused for a moment to look at the boy in front of him, the pale moonlight giving him a slight glow.

The Golden Boy's face was completely flushed from being stripped naked in the outdoors, even though the air was cool against his skin.

"Tell me what it is you want of me..." he hissed quietly in Parselmouth, closing his eyes, which made the anticipation stronger. He removed his arms from Riddle's neck and stared longingly at the grass, lightly brushing one of his fingers across one of his erect nipples. He shuddered pleasantly.

Riddle smiled as he leaned down beside Harry's ear, "All I want is you, and after tonight, all will go back as it was. If that is what you wish..."

Slowly, he removed Harry's now tight boxers, once again leaning back to observe the beauty in front of him. Then, he moved to undo his dark green shirt, sliding it down the length of his arms.

Harry groaned at the feeling of his nudity, and he laid down on the grass without further adeu. He opened his eyes to observe the man in front of him stripping off his own clothing. He could not believe to what he was agreeing.

"I'm not dreaming...am I?"

He realized then that perhaps it would always be a dream. He had never done anything like this before, and his groin was beginning to ache for release. His face was still flushed, and only grew redder as he remembered that no one else had seen him naked besides his cousin on one very awkward ocassion before.

Riddle smiled, "No going back now."

Soon he to, was naked in the moonlight, and even sooner he was lowering himself onto Harry's body, sliding a warm tongue down to Harry's shaft. Riddle softly lashed his tongue out to taste the precum dripping off of the aroused boy.

Harry stiffened and tensed at the sudden warmth over his member. He sighed and moaned in his arousal, and lifted his hips in hopes that the older boy would allow it in his mouth. He didn't know how much he could last with this simple teasing and seduction.

"I want you..." the boy whispered in a low hiss.

Riddle's mouth closed over Harry, taking his whole length in. He moved up and down slowly a few times, before stopping suddenly.

"I want to feel you," said Riddle softly, moving up to kiss Harry's mouth, and letting him taste himself, " I want to be inside of you, Harry."

Harry moaned in reply and reached up to kiss the other violently. His tongue battled viciously with the other's, tasting his own sticky coating in Riddle's mouth. He spread his legs, imagining the organ of the Dark Lord moving freely inside him. He began to thrust his hips to the rthymn of the heavy kisses, and when he finally pulled away for air he gasped, wheezing.

Riddle ran his hand up to Harry's mouth and slid two fingers into it, making him coat it with his saliva. He withdrew his fingers and brought them down to Harry' opening, slowly pushing one in, moving it in and out, before adding the second one. He let Harry adjust.

"Tell me when you're ready," Riddle said in a voice to soft to belong to the Dark Lord himself.

Harry, who was laying on his back, gripped at the ground with this fingers and propped himself on his elbows, feeling the large fingers invade him. He gasped loudly, and tightened himself around the fingers, finding it the normal response to counter the invasion. He gritted his teeth and whimpered, collaspsing onto his back, trying to relax.

Riddle looked down at Harry, unsure.

Why do you care if you hurt him you damned fool? He's Harry Fucking Potter... Riddle thought, then sighed, still so damn beautiful...

"Are you ready?"

Harry nodded, not really sure, but he didn't want to take the chance of upsetting the other man. His gaze ran over the other's face, begging him not to hurt him. His eyes were wide in fear once again at the idea of the sudden invasion; there was a reason why most men did not do this sort of thing. He reached his arms up to Riddle's neck again, motioning that he was ready. He lifted his hips off the ground slightly, and while he was afraid, he was eager to know what it would feel like being taken like a girl.

Riddle shivered at the look Harry gave him. Putting his hands on either side of Harry's body, he positioned himself to enter him, his mind pleading, one quick movement, hurt him...

Yes, it was a plea, but Riddle didn't want to hurt the boy who lay under him. He wanted to make him feel good. Slowly, he pushed himself into Harry, inch by, agaonizing inch, never taking his eyes aways from his new lover's. Then he was all of the way inside of him, causing Harry to gasp, pant and wince as he felt Riddle enter him fully. His arms slid down to grip at Riddle's shoulders, digging his nails into the pale skin when he first felt the intrusion.

He loosened his grip and arched his back when he felt the end of the shaft press into his inner walls, triggering a pleasant response as it brushed past his prostrate. He groaned in pleasure and pulled the Dark Lord down on him so that he was bearing all of his weight on the boy.

Slowly Riddle began to move in and out of Harry, moaning into his hair, and looking in to his eyes to check that he was okay before picking up the pace. He pushed hard, kissing every inch of exposed skin he could reach.

"Mmm, so good, so tight.."

Harry lifted his hips to meet each of the Dark Lord's thrusts. He groaned and whimpered softly each time he was completely filled, and felt his lower body being stretched and fit to burst. Sweat was dripping off of his face and between their bodies, and he was suddenly very aware of the cold air. His body began to shiver not only in his final moments of his lusting but also from the cold.

He cried out, "Harder, my Lord. Harder!"

He panted heavily, trying desperately to come, tears streaking down his sweaty face from the pain in his posterier, "My God, you're so big.."

Riddle thrust in harder, faster, and deeper, wanting to satisfy his new lover, completely.

"Call me your Lord again," Riddle said suddenly, close to the edge

"My Lord," Harry obeyed, lifting his hips further up. His grip tightened on Riddle's shouders, his fingernails digging into the flesh again, as he felt his orgasm spill over him.

He continually cried, "My Lord," into his ear as he felt it pass over him, and he collapsed, feeling complete.

With a final thrust, Riddle emptied himself into Harry's body, hissing some incoherant words in Parseltongue as he came. Then he collapsed all of his weight onto Harry, laying there fore a moment before slowly withdrawing himself.

Harry whimpered and assisted him carefully, moving his hips gingerly. He laid completely spent, his eyes at half-mass, wanting to close and sleep soundly. He watched the Dark Lord cautiously.

Riddle smiled down at the boy, asking, "Are you still scared of me?"

Then he pulled his wand out of what looked like thin air. He murmured a quick cleaning spell, and before Harry could reply they were both dressed.

Harry hesitated before answering; he would always be afraid of him, and he was sure that Riddle knew that.

"You know the answer to that," he stated simply.

He leaned on Riddle, tired, and wanting to sleep. So it seemed that it had been real. Well, he would know for sure when he awoke in the dormitory that morning.

Riddle chuckled, but of course.

He held the now sleeping Harry tightly in his arms, stroking the side of his face gently. A content smile played across his face as he muttered the ancient words again, transporting them back to Harry's dormitory.

Riddle carefully laid Harry down in his four poster bed, before softly kissing him on the lips.

"Good night, Love. We'll meet again, soon..." said Riddle before slowly dissapearing into Harry's darkness, which were his dreams.

Riddle watching Harry as he slept, waiting for him to wake...