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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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His eyes felt gritty as if filled with sand. He rubbed them as he paced, refusing to keep still. If he kept still, if he stopped moving, he might never go where his heart insisted he go. When the elevator doors opened, he stepped out into hallway. The spare key he'd stolen from Harry worked like a charm the second time around and a moment later he was inside the condo.

He went to drop the key onto the little table thingy next to the door and stopped. A bowl of candy sat there. Yellow and red and pink wrappers. Butterscotch and strawberry and caramel. All kinds of candy. Voldemort fell back against the door. He hadn't noticed that the night before.

Damn Harry. Damn him to hell.

He charged forward, toward the bedroom, stumbling over a silver plate or some kind of a saucer. The door to Harry's bedroom was ajar, light filtering out. Voldemort pushed it open. Harry sat up in the middle of the bed, tablet in hand, staring at something. He looked up, no surprise in his eyes. He'd expected Voldemort. For some reason, that angered Voldemort even more. Harry opened his mouth and Voldemort snarled at him,

"If you speak…"

His words shuddered.

"I swear to God, if you speak…"

Harry watched him, gaze steady as he leaned over and placed his tablet on the bedside table. Voldemort kicked off his boots, hurried need crawling up his spine, itching him. He couldn't be bothered to take off his socks so he kept them on as he tugged his jeans down his hips and kicked them aside. He was unable to look away from Harry who watched him so intently, face nakedly expressive, filled with remorse and hunger and a need that Voldemort was all too familiar with. He yanked his t-shirt over his head and stalked to the bed. Harry waited for him.

Voldemort crawled up the bed and fell into Harry's arms, taking his lover's mouth in a brutal kiss. Harry hugged him tight, feeding Voldemort his tongue. Voldemort writhed on him, on the hard cock poking his belly, already damp through Harry's briefs.

"I don't forgive you,"

He murmured into Harry's mouth.

"I can't."

But he could have this, take this. He threw a leg over Harry, straddling him as the other man deepened the kiss, cupping the back of Voldemort's head, holding him steady. Hands so tender and rough, fingers so tight, pressing into his skin. Voldemort shuddered. All of this, he missed all of this. He moved against Harry, rubbing against him, skin to skin, hot and explicitly delicious. Everything Voldemort had, but lost. Not lost, taken. Harry had taken it from him.

He kept the kiss going, swallowing Harry's grunts as he took his lover's left hand and brought it down and behind him, to his hole. Harry's fingers went to work, gliding over his entrance, taking hold of the plug he'd put there before he left his house. Harry tugged on the plug and Voldemort's head snapped back.

"Ahh"

He humped the toy, hips rolling fast, hungrily.

Harry screwed him with it, in and out then he eased it out. Voldemort clamped his jaw shut to smother the whimpers. He lifted himself up and grasped Harry's cock, pulling him from the confines of his briefs. He lined him up, rubbing the wet head against his aching hole then he slid down and down and…

"Damn."

It was exquisite, that welcome bite of pain, of fire. Harry clawed at Voldemort's ass, pulling his cheeks apart as Voldemort bounced up and down on his length.

Nothing like it. Nothing. He broke the kiss and buried his face in Harry's shoulder, inhaling hot skin and tasting the salt of his sweat as he plunged up and down, taking him deep enough to feel, to hurt, to chase away the loneliness. So many words sat on the tip of Voldemort's tongue. So many. But none were as loud as this, the death grip Harry had on the back of his head, tugging him backward so their lips could meet, so their tongues could coil around each other, so their breaths could mingle.

And it cut deep, this. It cut as deeply as the betrayal. Because Voldemort understood now that Harry was right. It was real for Voldemort. As real as the lies, as the bullets that flew past his head.

He turned, mouth against Harry's neck to muffle the sobs as he rode him, taking him into his body as he'd taken him everywhere else. Harry's breaths were ragged in his ear, loud. His hands left Voldemort's head, smoothed down his back and cupped him, his ass.

He slapped Voldemort. Hard. Stinging. On each cheek, over and over. Voldemort gasped and clenched around him. Harry's breath hitched then he went back to slapping. Between their bodies, Voldemort's cock bobbed, pre-cum dripping with each swivel of his hips. With each slap. He felt the impending release, a hot fist around his balls, getting tighter and tighter with every smack of Harry's palm on his ass.

Then with one last slap and a tug on his nipple, Harry bit him, high on his neck. A sob gurgled in Voldemort's throat as he burst apart, cum pouring out onto Harry's stomach. In response, Harry kissed him, a hard press of their lips, groaning as he came inside Voldemort, his cum's heat licking Voldemort's insides, setting him ablaze. Voldemort jerked and cried out.

"I love you,"

Harry whispered at his temple.

"V, I love you."

Voldemort lifted his head, a difficult thing after his orgasm, but he did. He didn't meet Harry's eyes nor did he respond to him. He simply climbed off his body and got off the bed, standing on legs that felt like spaghetti. Something tickled the back of his legs and he looked down. Harry's cum, running out of him…Damn. The sight kicked his heart rate higher. How he loved that? Proof of Harry's claiming. His possession. He'd love that before. Now? He didn't know. He just didn't know. The mattress creaked. Voldemort took a step away.

"V. Baby, please."

He spun around and he shook his head.

"Don't. I can't…"

Meow. He froze, gaze flying to Harry's. His lover's mouth curved and Harry looked down and behind Voldemort. He followed Harry's gaze and turned slowly.

Meow. Soft fur rubbed up against his legs and Voldemort gasped.

"Butch."

He mouthed the name as he stared. He cleared his throat and looked over his shoulder at Harry. He found the other man watching him, eyes filled with emotion. Pride and happiness and….

Voldemort made himself ignore the cat meowing at him, the man gazing at him with his heart in his eyes, and his own traitorous emotions. He made himself grab his clothes and his boots and run out the room.

"V, damn it. Don't go."

He ignored Harry's call. The meows got louder as Butch followed him. He didn't look at her. Instead he rushed out the condo, knocking over the bowl of candy, and dressed in the hallway, Harry's cum sticky on his ass and the back of his thighs.

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