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Summary: Madness is not a state of mind. Madness is a place. What happens when Harry stumbles into it and gets trapped there? A Harry Potter version of Alice in Wonderland but a thousand shades darker.

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"Thanks for trying to help me."

Voldemort leaned his head back on Harry's shoulder as they stood in the backyard and watched the cat disappear into the darkness. They aborted the bathing process when she scratched some deep gouges into both their arms. Damn cat was fierce. And kind of averse to getting washed by anyone but herself.

"I had no choice,"

Harry said at his temple.

"You threatened to withhold sex."

Voldemort grinned as Harry hugged him and pressed a kiss to his head,

"I don't recall that. I think you just wanted to make me happy."

Harry's voice went deeper, thrumming through Voldemort,

"That is my main goal, yep. I see you're growing attached to her."

He waved a hand in the direction the cat went.

"Remember, she might belong to someone else."

Voldemort slid his thumb over the back of Harry's hand. He knew there was a possibility someone had lost the graceful and vocal feline, but he thought it unlikely,

"I know. I don't think Butch belongs to anyone."

Harry laughed, but it sounded like a cough,

"You named her? Butch?"

He cupped Voldemort's jaw and tilted his head up until their gazes met.

"You're getting attached, V."

He turned around in Harry's arms, chin up,

"She looks like a Butch, and so what if I'm attached?"

Harry's gaze softened.

"She might never come back, even if she doesn't have an owner."

He tweaked Voldemort's nose,

"You want a cat? I can get you a cat when we get back."

Voldemort shook his head.

"No."

He ducked his head before Harry could read him. Harry getting him a pet, that would definitely signify permanence and Voldemort wasn't sure…he couldn't be sure. Harry remained silent for a beat, staring steadily into Voldemort's eyes.

"I asked you a question earlier, right before Butch showed up."

Voldemort was kind of hoping they could forget about that, or at least pretend to. He took a breath and nodded,

"Yeah."

Harry asked,

"What was your first reaction? Before you started really thinking about it, before you talked yourself out of it, what was your gut reaction?"

Voldemort chewed on his lower lip and looked away. His insides squeezed, as if held in a tight fist. He shook his head mutely, afraid to meet Harry's gaze. Harry touched him, rough fingers trembling slightly on his chin, turning his head, bringing his gaze back to Harry's. Voldemort snapped his eyes shut.

"V."

Harry's tone was hushed, pained, filled with emotion Voldemort couldn't deal with, couldn't acknowledge,

"Tell me."

Voldemort lifted both hands and placed them, eyes still closed, to Harry's chest. He touched his lover, touched his hardness, his heat, hands roaming over him.

"Yes."

Voldemort opened his eyes. Harry held him captive with one look, the intensity tripping him up.

"M-My gut reaction was yes."

Harry's mouth curved. Voldemort hastened to finish his thought.

"But I can't. I don't—"

He stopped himself, rubbing a palm over his head in frustration.

"I don't think it's a good idea."

Harry asked in a low whisper,

"Why?"

"Permanence. A relationship. Those things aren't in the cards for me,"

Voldemort said softly.

"Not now and maybe not ever. I'm not the type."

Harry cocked his head.

"What type? The type of man I can love, who can love me back? The type of man I can commit to? I can enjoy myself with? You're not that type?"

His voice grew harder, rougher with each word he spoke, raising the hairs on Voldemort's arms. Voldemort shook his head.

"Yes. I'm not who you settle down with."

He tried to school his features into a semblance of nonchalance, but that wasn't easy.

"I told you this before."

He rubbed his arms.

"I care for you and this, this is great, but it can't be more. I can't give more."

He wanted to, wanted to give and get more. But there was no hope for it, for them. He wouldn't con Harry into thinking they could have it. That wouldn't be fair.

"Let's enjoy now."

He cupped Harry's jaw.

"Let's not be greedy."

Harry's nostrils flared and he stepped back. Voldemort let his hands drop to his sides.

"Take off your clothes."

Harry's harsh words made Voldemort's entire body clench.

"I want you naked."

He turned and headed back toward the house.

"And don't you dare move."

Voldemort gaped after him before he hurried to do as Harry had ordered. There'd been a flash of something in Harry's eyes, like heartbreak, like pain. The last thing Voldemort wanted to cause, but he had to speak the words. He had to make sure Harry knew there wasn't anything for them beyond what they had. His chest hurt. Worse than it did when he had watched Lucius slip away, way more than anything he had ever experienced. This. It felt like someone was hacking his heart out of his chest. Not someone. Him. His pain was all self-inflicted. But what else was to be expected from a masochist?

He continued to chew on his lip as he stood naked, hands clasped behind him. It was dark out and they were on a private, fenced in property. But even if they weren't, he didn't give a damn about propriety, about someone seeing them. In fact, that would turn him on. He just wanted to give Harry what he wanted. To obey his lover, to take away the heavy darkness in his gaze, on his face.

Something told Voldemort that his words had not only hurt, but disappointed Harry. But his lover had to understand, he had to know that Voldemort couldn't get even more tangled in Harry than he already was. Too much was at stake.

Harry opened the back door and strode to Voldemort with something in his hand. As he drew closer Voldemort made out a whip and…the black belt Voldemort couldn't seem to part with.

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