Authors's Note: Quick backstory - basically, this came from the idea that Tom succeeds with his diary and comes back as the sexy sixteen year old Tom (but he doesn't use Ginny to do it). While Harry is destroying horcruxes, Tom discovers that Harry is a horcrux so he can't let Harry die otherwise he will be in danger of dying. Magical Europe ends up split into two nations, one run by Harry, the other by Tom Riddle. Sorry for the delay - on to the story!

Harry Potter leaned against the wall, seething, his arms crossed. When they met up, it was always here. In the study of this small chateau just outside of Paris, with its big open windows and distant view of the Eiffel Tower.

Neutral territory.

Tom Riddle stood opposite him with his brown hair perfectly quaffed and his muscled body in a finely-tailored blue suit. With a smirk, he straightened his tie.

"Why do I want you so badly?" Tom asked under his breath.

"Because I'm the one person who doesn't give a damn who you are."

"You think so, Potter." He stepped closer to Harry who tensed.

"No. I know it."

Tom tilted his head, smiling the kind of smile that made Harry's head spin. "You don't fear me."

"Of course I do – but there's a difference. You fear me too."

With his back turned, Tom pulled his wand from his pocket and ran his fingers over it. "What brought on this explosion of courage?"

Harry grabbed Tom's shoulders, turning Tom to face him. "I'm a Gryffindor. Being born brought it on."

"Fair enough."Tom started drawing a lazy circle on Harry's neck, sending shivers through his body. "But I have another question for you, Harry? Why do you want me?"

"I don't," replied Harry firmly.

"You're lying." Tom grabbed Harry's red tie and loosened it.

"Am I?"

"Yes." Tom's lips grazed Harry's earlobe and Harry could not stop himself from whimpering.

"Fair enough" Harry tugged away from Tom, stepping quickly away. If he wanted to get out of here without... well, without that, then he'd have to keep his distance.

"Are we going to do this all night? Because there are other things I'd like to be doing instead."

Harry shook his head."You think that's what I came here for?"

"It's exactly what you came here for." Tom undid his own tie and let it slip to the floor.

With his teeth gritted together, Harry resolved to focus on his actual purpose for being there. "Fourteen prisoners."

Tom sighed and collapsed on a plush leather arm chair."And we're off to the races."

Feeling anger rising up inside him, Harry stormed up to Tom. "You have fourteen of my people and I'm here to ask for them back."

Tom looked slightly amused as he said,"Release Bellatrix and Wormtail and I'll return three of your little friends."

Harry shook his head. He needed to ask the question he'd been thinking all along. The obvious one."Why aren't they already dead?"

Tom brushed some lint off his pants, his red eyes glinting like rubies."The ginger one amuses me... Why do you think?"

Nobody was more frustrating than Tom Riddle. Harry could just... just... slap him, punch him, kiss him, touch him...

Harry backed up, realizing he needed more distance. "So I'd have to come here tonight."

"I do love to watch you beg."

"Go to hell," Harry snarled.

"If I ever die, I imagine I will." With a yawn, Tom stood from the chair and closed in on Harry again.

Couldn't he just leave me alone? Or go back to trying to kill me?

"You'll die. I'll make absolutely certain of that," said Harry with as much anger as he could muster. It was absolutely necessary to stay as mad at Tom as possible.

"But if I die, who'll do this?"Tom slid up behind Harry and wrapped his arms around his waist. Wet kisses trailed along Harry's neck. His eyes shut... he was about to give in...

Harry tore away from Tom's touch, missing the warmth the moment he moved.

Focus, Harry. "Longbottom, Lovegood and Weasley."

Tom's laugh was cold, empty. "You're out of your damn mind if you think I'll give you your little girlfriend back."

A sudden surge of jealous jolting through him, Harry turned back to see Tom's handsome face staring.

"And you're out of your mind if you think I'm going to give your little girlfriend back."

Tom rolled his eyes."Bellatrix isn't-"

"She's in love with you," admitted Harry, but the words left a bad taste in his mouth.

"I do have that effect on people."

"I loathe you." Harry sneered.

"I have that effect on people too." Tom sighed, the redness in his eyes dulling slightly. "I'll give you Finnigan, Lovegood and Longbottom."

Arrogant bastard.

"That's cute," said Harry.

Any hint of relaxation in Tom's countenance disappeared. "What is?"

"That you think I'm actually negotiating with you."

"I thought that's – oh, that was just you having a little bit of fun," said Tom."This is why in some circles you have a reputation for being a pain in the ass."

"I've cultivated that reputation."

Tom stared out the window, releasing a long sigh."That's your decision?"

"The Ministry doesn't negotiate with terrorists," replied Harry.

Tom turned around, sending a sensation of raw, magical power through the room. "So I'll ask you again. Why are you here?"

"You're going to release all fourteen prisoners."

Tom showed off a few of his perfectly white teeth, his pink lip curled. Harry pushed away his desire to feel those lips against his.

"I'm really not," said Tom.

"Yes you are. And you want to know why?"

With a swift movement, Tom was next to him again, whispering in Harry's ear."Enlighten me."

Harry ducked away from Tom, clinching his fists."Because I've had it," Harry shouted.

Tom raised an eyebrow, a devilish look that made Harry's stomach drop."I don't think your security council is going to let you-"

This time Harry stepped closer to Tom, refusing to back down, to break eye contact. His friends were in danger and he had to save them. "It'll take fifteen minutes to have my spies in the WIA take out several members of your high council, and an hour after that to have my allies in the muggle government fly a pair of stealth fighters over the city and drop some bombs just to see if they work. And the moment, the moment, the fire burns out, I'm ordering the 20th Auror Division to take your capital."

Trying to catch his breath, Harry waited for Tom's response.

Tom smiled. "Merlin it turns me on with you talk like that. Let's have sex."

Frustration mounting, Harry's shoulders slumped. He couldn't take much more of this torture. "No."

"May I ask why not?"

"I have the unique experience of having done it before." He could smell Tom, so warm and spicy and inviting but he wouldn't give in.

"I didn't hear you complaining last time."

Unable to take the temptation for a minute longer, Harry grabbed his wand began to cast the patronus that would take the message to his Shacklebolt, the security council chairman. Harry had not been bluffing.

"What are you doing?" asked Tom.

"Making the call."

Tom shook his head, a blush growing on his smooth cheeks. "They're already on their way back."

Harry dropped down his wand, the silvery patronus melting away."Excuse me?"

"Your fourteen friends are being escorted across your borders at this very moment."

It was impossible.

"What?"

Tom leaned in, his hot breath against Harry's neck. "Your welcome."

"I stood here arguing with you."

"You also stood here threatening to carpet bomb a highly populated city center, an act I highly admire by the way." Tom tugged on Harry's tie and it slipped away from his neck. He reached up and adjusted Harry's glasses.

His heart pounding frantically, Harry was doing everything to keep saying no to Tom but it was hard when Tom's nimble fingers were working open the buttons on his shirt.

One last feeble attempt.

"If this was your plan to get me into bed, you should know it didn't work," said Harry.

Tom bit down on Harry's ear, making him wince."It really did."

Tom's lips crashed into Harry's, making him growl. It had worked. Of course it did. As much as he pretended otherwise, Harry wanted Tom every bit as much as Tom wanted him.

As their mouths moved together, Harry started working the buttons on Tom's shirt until it was completely open and he was able to push the fabric over his shoulders. Harry couldn't help but stare. Tom's body was perfect – lithe but muscled, cut abs and sharp hip bones.

"Like what you see,"hissed Tom.

"Shut up."Harry slipped out of his shirt and brought their bare skin together. His fingers wound in Tom's hair. With surprising ease, Tom lifted Harry off the ground and backed him up against the wall. Harry's legs wrapped tightly around Tom's waist as lips sucked on Harry's neck.

Tom dropped him to the ground and spun Harry so his back was pressed to Tom's front. Long fingers worked his belt buckle, causing Harry's feet to tingle and his mind to go fuzzy with desire. Tom reached to the desk by the window and knocked everything onto the floor. Without warning, Tom grabbed Harry neck and pushed him face down on the desk.

Harry's breath hitched, his legs numb and heart racing. He would be lying if he said he didn't want it, but he was still pissed at Tom – and if this was going to happen, it wasn't going to happen like this. Not tonight, at least. Harry pulled out of Tom's grasp and turned around to face him.

"You want me?" breathed Harry who could feel Tom shaking.

"You know I do."

"Then we're doing this my way." Harry pulled Tom's wand out of his pocket and flicked it toward the corner of a room. A large bed appeared out of thin air complete with pillows and linens.

Tom smirked. "How traditional of you, sweetheart."

Harry whispered hoarsely in Tom's ear. "Nothing about us is traditional."

A shaky breath escaped Tom's lips and he seemed about to say something but Harry kissed him before he could. As their mouths met, the kissing grew faster, wilder. Before he knew it, Tom's legs were backed up against the bed and his arms around Harry's neck, pulling him down on top of him.

Harry kissed down Tom's neck and chest.

"Harry... oh, Harry."

It was so strange to hear his name on Tom's lips being said with such abandon, such want. But whenever they did this, which had been more times than Harry would like to admit to himself, he had to shut down a part of himself. The part that knew this man had killed his parents, had tried to kill him.

But Tom felt so perfect, he looked so damn perfect, that another part of him said to hell with it. To hell with what was right – he just wanted to feel good, even if it didn't last, even if he regretted it.

"Tom," Harry sighed into his ear.

Tom smiled. A genuine smile.

"What?"

"You've never said my name before while we-"

"Of course I have," said Harry.

Tom's hands grabbed Harry's face and forced him to look into his red eyes. "No you haven't."

With that, Harry kissed him again, forgetting everything and everyone except for the man lying beneath him.

"Merlin, Harry," breathed Tom, turning over on his side. "That was – damn, sweetheart."

I know.

Shaking his head, trying not think about how wonderful he felt and how much he wanted to grab Tom and do it again, Harry climbed out of bed and reached for his boxers. He had started to put them on when Tom said,

"Those are mine."

Scowling, Harry tossed the boxers at Tom, grabbed the other pair and pulled them on swiftly. He found his pants that were in a pile on the floor and his shirt draped over the chair. Tom's eyes never left Harry as he slipped into his shirt and tugged on his pants. While he was buckling his belt, Harry felt that old eruption of anger inside him and turned to Tom who was still blushed and sweaty from what they'd just done.

"I swear to Merlin, Tom, the next time you so much as get near one of my people, I'm not going to show up here. I'm not going to play this game with you. I won't respond calmly, or reasonably, or rationally. I will blow your entire nation off of God's green earth."

Thanks for reading. Please review and let me know what you think. I'm on a huge ship Tom Riddle with everyone kick right now so if you have a character pairing you'd like me to do with him for a one shot, let me know and I'll see if I can come up with something. Also I have Tom Riddle tumblr which has some graphics for this fic and some of my others if you want to take a look. It is wearetheriddle at tumblr dot com