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He tightened the rope, pulling while Voldemort opened his mouth, fighting to breathe, to live. His toy whispered, voice gritty, his dark form wavering in front of him,

"I want you to say it…..Say it's more. Admit it."

Voldemort struggled, unable to do much other than wiggle and lurch forward. With his hands tied behind his back, he couldn't grab the rope, couldn't pull it away to gasp in air. His heart raced almost out his chest as he fought.

Nothing to say. Nothing he could say, not like this. The rope loosened and he coughed, throat burning as he gasped and gulped in air. Dots swam behind his eyelids.

"I'm going to break you, V. Until you tell me you want it."

He tightened the rope again and Voldemort fell forward, face mashed up against his toy's leg, fresh tears wetting his face,

"Tell me."

But Voldemort didn't have anything left. He parted his dry lips, gasping to breathe. His sounds, the rattling breath, his sobbing. He choked, as his vision swam.

"Come for me. Damn it! Come, V."

He yanked the rope, wrenching Voldemort backward and he went, coming even as he lost consciousness.

Harry braced himself for Voldemort's reaction as the man roused, rubbing along Harry's sheets with a rumbling moan. He'd placed Voldemort face down on his bed after pulling off his shoes. He'd had a hell of a time getting him into the elevator and up to his floor. Even out of it, drunk on his submission, Voldemort had rebelled at stepping into the elevator. His high had been the only reason Harry was able to get him out of the club and here to his condo at all.

Voldemort's reaction, now that he didn't look forward to.

Voldemort whispered something, too low for Harry to decipher, then he rolled onto his back, face contorting into a pained grimace. His back would still sting.

"V."

Voldemort stopped moving. One eye opened, locking in on Harry,

"Wha…"

Harry smiled,

"Welcome back."

He held out the glass of water,

"Drink."

Both of Voldemort's eyes opened, darting around the room.

"Where am I?"

He lurched upright then hissed.

"Where am I?"

Harry replied nonchalantly,

"At my condo."

Voldemort laughed and fell backward onto the pillows, one arm flung over his eyes.

"Could've sworn you said I was in your house, Mr. Potter."

Harry didn't say anything. He waited and Voldemort lowered his arm, staring up at Harry with the most anguished expression.

"Why am I here?"

Harry shrugged.

"I want you here."

It wasn't easy to say the words when his rational mind battled his heart on what to do, but he managed. Voldemort took the glass of water from him and flung it across the room without breaking eye contact.

"I don't care what you want. This isn't about you. It's about me. I don't want to be here."

Harry just stared at him, because obviously that wasn't the truth.

"You had no right."

Voldemort's words trembled and Harry stared at him closely. Was that fear he saw reflected back at him in Voldemort's gorgeous brown eyes? Finally, Harry spoke softly,

"Stay the night with me. Give me that."

Voldemort shook his head. Eyes wild, he looked like a trapped animal, searching for a way out of his predicament.

"We're not friends. We're nothing. I can't…"

He flipped over, burying his face in the pillows.

"Don't make this personal. It's not."

Harry hovered a hand over Voldemort's back, aching to touch him, scared to do anything that would make him run.

"V, you're in my bed."

His lips quirked when Voldemort's hips rolled.

"You're humping my sheets."

Voldemort groaned, words muffled by the pillows,

"I can't help it. They feel so soft."

He shuddered.

"And they smell like you."

His fingers fisted the sheets.

"I'm surrounded by you and I…"

He sighed and lifted his head, meeting Harry's gaze over his shoulder.

"I can't. Not with you. Not now when my life's so damned volatile."

Because of him. Harry swallowed the guilt, bitter in his throat. He wanted to reach for him, hug him close. He opened his mouth, to tell Voldemort who he was, but he saw it, Voldemort leaving, walking away and Harry was way too selfish to let that happen. He said instead with a rueful smile,

"V, letting you walk away from me at the police station was difficult. Harder than I thought, way harder than I'd expected, and these few days..."

Harry shook his head.

"Stay with me, V."

Voldemort's Adam's apple shifted up and down. He licked his lips and whispered, broken, rough.

"I don't do this. I don't do more. I'm not considered first choice when it comes to more, Mr. Potter."

Bastard that Harry was, he wanted more. The last thing he should want, the last person he should want, but he did. Voldemort spoke again,

"I don't even know you. We don't know anything about each other. I have to keep it like that."

Harry got to his feet and held out a hand.

"Stay with me tonight and I'll tell you whatever you want to know about me."

Voldemort bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes.

"V."

Voldemort's eyes flew open and he said, scowling,

"Don't call me that."

He sighed and blew out a breath.

"One night."

Harry's heart leapt, but he nodded demurely.

"Yes."

Voldemort took his hand, grasped it tight, and Harry swallowed before hauling Voldemort into a sitting position.

"Come with me,"

Harry jerked his head toward the bedroom door.

"Let's get you something to drink."

Voldemort's cheeks pinked, but he nodded and got off the bed with Harry's help. Harry made his way out the room and through the condo to the kitchen with Voldemort following closely behind. In the kitchen, he poured Voldemort another glass of water and offered him something to eat which he declined. That was a good thing, since Harry had no idea what he had in all his cupboards that was edible. Debra was in charge of food. He could barely make scrambled eggs without burning them.

He stood there next to a topless Voldemort in his kitchen, watching him drink his water. Other than Debra and the odd visit from Sirius, Harry didn't have visitors. Voldemort looked like he should be there more often. Harry wasn't prepared to feel this way for this man. He needed to step back, but not from Voldemort. Not right now.

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