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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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After sending his assistant on an extended vacation, Harry was officially on an indefinite leave of absence. He stayed with Sirius in the hospital until visiting time was over then made his way back home. His head and neck throbbed, so he washed down a couple painkillers with water and climbed into bed. A noise woke him sometime later. He lifted his head in the dark room, straining to hear it again.

"Don't make a sound."

Voldemort. Goosebumps broke out on Harry's skin at those tightly growled words. He opened his eyes, barely making out his lover's silhouette.

"You wanted me to come to you, Mr. Potter."

Voldemort climbed onto the bed, straddling Harry as he lay on his stomach.

"Here I am."

Harry inhaled when Voldemort's erection poked at him through Voldemort's clothes. He hugged the pillow tight. He wanted to speak, to say Voldemort's name, to tell him how sorry he was, but the blade at his neck forced him to obey his lover's words.

"You ready for me?"

Voldemort whispered in the darkness. He obviously didn't expect a reply. He lifted off Harry and yanked off the covers. Harry tensed. He wore only loose boxers that Voldemort quickly and expertly skimmed down his hips and legs then tossed aside. He flattened his body against Harry's, mouth pressing at his nape. Harry smelled it, the alcohol on Voldemort's breath. He felt it, the tremors that shot through Voldemort's body.

"V."

Voldemort dropped the knife and grabbed Harry's neck.

"What the hell did I say about talking?"

He squeezed, hard, rough, making Harry wheeze and gasp for air, but he didn't fight. He didn't try to escape Voldemort's hold.

"You're not in control, Mr. Potter. Not now. Not ever."

One of his hands moved away then something trailed down Harry's spine. Warm, solid. A gun.

Voldemort traced Harry's spine with the gun, traveling over the bumps and ridges until he got to the swell of Harry's hips.

"You don't get to walk away,"

Voldemort spoke against his ear.

"You don't get to dust me off and walk away unscathed."

But Harry wasn't unscathed and there was no way in hell he was walking away. Voldemort wasn't looking for words, though. He came on a mission.

The gun slid over Harry's hips then dipped between his crease. He tensed up, that couldn't be helped. He panted, that couldn't be helped either. Voldemort touched him, the gun muzzle to his hole and Harry started shaking. His head spun.

"V…V… Please."

They couldn't do this. Couldn't go there, but his lover was past listening and Harry was at his mercy. He gasped when the gun rubbed against his hole, rough, no finesse. Voldemort was in no mood for it.

"V."

Voldemort's hands trembled. Harry tried not to move. The gun moved away from Harry's hips, and he heaved a loud, shuddering sigh when the hand at his throat also went away, but moments later he was crying out when the gun returned to his hole, slick at the tip and pressing its way inside him.

"No… No… V."

He was too damn scared to move, to breathe. Voldemort snarled,

"I trusted you with my life,"

The gun slid in another inch.

"With my heart."

Harry dry-heaved and his body moved, but with each slide against the mattress the gun penetrated him deeper. His hole burned at the forced stretch. He hadn't been breached in years. He buried his face in the pillow.

"You made me want it."

Voldemort bit out.

"You made me want everything and now you tell me it's a lie. Now you tell me it's not real."

Harry ground out.

"It's real. It's real. V…"

His words cut off when Voldemort thrust the gun into him and Harry cried out,

"V… I love you…It doesn't matter what you do… I love you… It's real."

"Damn you."

Voldemort spat,

"Damn you, Harry."

He did something with the gun, twisted it and Harry screamed. Voldemort retreated and cursed,

"Damn."

Pulling the weapon out of him. He tossed it onto the bed then crouched behind Harry. Hot, hard and heavy, Voldemort's cock settled between his crack. Wet and slick. Harry hissed in a breath.

Voldemort rocked on him, his cock sliding up and down Harry's crease. That made his limp dick harden. Voldemort's heartbeat echoing through his cock, made him wet. He fisted the pillows. Voldemort's cock head bumped against Harry's hole, making him lift up, trying to take it in. But Voldemort wasn't interested in that, he screwed himself between Harry's hips, dripping all over him, breath loud and panting. It shouldn't get Harry hot or aroused. It shouldn't, but he was soon bucking back, grinding into the mattress as Voldemort took what he wanted.

It wasn't close to what Harry wanted. Not even, but he'd take it. Voldemort's hands on him. Voldemort's scent filling his nose. The press of his lover against him, in anger or in love. Harry would take it any day.

"V."

The name left him in a breathless whisper. Voldemort grunted behind him and cum poured onto Harry's back and hips, dripping and sliding down into his crack. Harry's body tightened in response, but Voldemort leapt off of him seconds later. He turned on the overhead light.

"No…V…"

He tried to turn onto his stomach, but Voldemort's voice stopped him, sharp and painful as a whip.

"Don't you dare move."

He grabbed the gun from the bed.

"I swear, I will shoot you."

"Please..."

Harry wouldn't stop begging. He had to make Voldemort see.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. V, I swear."

Voldemort zipped up his pants with a snort.

"There's nothing you can say to make me believe...Nothing."

He turned away once he'd retrieved his knife.

"Believe that Morfin wanted us to kill you,"

Harry lifted his voice to make sure Voldemort heard him.

"Believe that he was the one who tried to kill you in the elevator. And in that parking garage."

Voldemort's steps faltered. Harry sighed.

"V, your uncle wanted you dead. He was hand delivering you to us. He had to be dealt with."

"Why?"

Voldemort looked over his shoulder.

"Because you're the only one allowed to hurt me, to kill me?"

Harry spoke softly,

"Yes."

Voldemort sneered,

"How do you like your new tattoo?"

"If you wanted your name on my skin, all you had to do was ask. I would have done it. Anything for you."

Voldemort nodded once.

"We're done, Mr. Potter."

Harry made a sound of denial.

"No, we're not. Otherwise you wouldn't be here. You can't end us."

Voldemort grinned, pure predator in that gesture.

"Watch me."

He walked out Harry's bedroom, footsteps loud and thundering as he made his way out the condo. Harry remained the way he was, on his stomach, Voldemort's cum cooling on his lower back, hips and the back of his thighs. They weren't over, he and Voldemort. Not by a long shot.

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