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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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Three days. Harry waited for Voldemort to show up at his home, in his condo, for three days. He'd thought seeing Butch would help Voldemort, but it looked as if he'd succeeded in scaring his lover away completely. He wasn't about to sit around and wonder. Time was up. He'd given Voldemort the lead on this, but the man didn't seem to want to make any moves. Time for Harry to do it for him.
He drove, arriving late evening as the sun started setting over the water. Voldemort's candy shop, named simply Sweet, was open so he parked in front, fed the meter and walked in.
The man behind the counter was familiar and when he pointed the gun at Harry, he realized he was one of the men in the basement on that messed up day. He put his hands up, palms out.
"I'm not here to cause trouble,"
He said clearly.
"I just want to see him."
The man grinned.
"Are you suicidal, my friend?"
Harry looked around,
"Where is he? Tell him I'm here."
The man just stared at him.
"I need to talk to him,"
Harry said, frustration creeping into his voice,
"One minute. I just need one minute."
"He doesn't want you."
"Then he can tell me that to my face."
Harry looked up at the ceiling.
"He's up there? Let me see him."
The man's gaze flicked to the ceiling and a smile broke out on his face.
"Yeah. Go on up."
He pointed to a door Harry hadn't even seen to his left.
"Up the stairs you go."
Then he went back to doing what he was doing with the register.
Harry frowned at the sudden about-face, but he wasn't about to question it. He hurried out the door and up the stairs. The door to the apartment above the store was closed, but unlocked so he opened it and stepped inside an apartment. Voldemort's place.
He didn't get a chance to explore, look around because the bed was right there, a few feet away and there were three people in it. A woman, one of the other men who'd been with Voldemort in the basement, and Voldemort in the middle. Everybody naked. One of the woman's creamy thighs was draped over Voldemort's legs and the other guy's palm spanned Voldemort's torso. They were asleep, snoring.
Harry saw red. Hell, he saw bloody fire. He strode over and picked up the gun he spied on the floor next to the other man and slammed the butt of it into his face. He came awake on a grunt. Harry hit him again. That felt good. So he hit him a third time. Blood dripped from somewhere, running down into the pillows. Everyone came awake at once. Voldemort jumped up when he saw Harry.
"Harry, what…"
He glanced over at his male bed mate and rage darkened his features.
"I warned you,"
Harry said calmly.
"I warned you, V."
The woman started screaming. Harry cocked the gun at the bloodied man's temple.
"Get them out of here, V. You and me. This is between you and me. Get them out, otherwise someone's dying today."
Voldemort launched off the bed and began throwing clothes at the bed.
"Damn. Bella take Rodolphus out, get him cleaned up. I'll deal with this."
He didn't look at Harry, instead he focused on the crying woman and the guy…Rodolphus…who held his bloodied head in his hands.
"Go. NOW!"
They went out the door, both naked, clothes in their hand.
"Clean him up, Bella."
Voldemort called after them. The door closed and Harry rushed him, slamming Voldemort up against the wall.
"I bloody warned you, V."
He bit Voldemort, his shoulder, teeth sinking in deep. Voldemort cried out and tried to buck him off, but Harry held fast.
"You slept with them? You let them touch you?"
He shoved Voldemort's head into the door.
"You belong to me."
He didn't even know where all this anger and violence was coming from. Harry didn't care.
"Me."
He raked his fingernails down Voldemort's back, loving the strangled cry Voldemort let out. Loving the way his body arched so gracefully.
"Damn you."
Voldemort snarled. He fought, he fought Harry's hold. But Harry wasn't letting him go, wasn't letting him have his way. Not now. Not when the sight of him in bed with those bastards made him want to shoot somebody, not when the hot rage boiled in his gut.
"Damn me?"
He reached around and pinched Voldemort's nipple, tugging hard, without mercy. Voldemort sobbed.
"Damn me? They don't know you. They don't know you like I know you, V. They should know you belong to me."
He licked two fingers and pushed them into Voldemort. He was tight. Dry. And that jacked his balls up, hardened his dick. He licked Voldemort's neck, bit him again as he screwed those fingers in and Voldemort yelped and pushed against him.
"They should know that you're mine, body and soul."
He twisted the fingers, sank deeper and, Voldemort clenched, hot and needy.
"I'm the reason you can't sleep, the reason you creep into my house at two in the morning."
He sawed in and out of Voldemort, grinding his cock on his ass, pinching his nipple before releasing it.
"They should know this is mine."
He cupped his balls, squeezing.
"Damn. Harry."
Voldemort writhed. Harry loved it, the cries, the sobs, the hurt that Voldemort begged for. He zeroed in on Voldemort's prostate, tapped it and Voldemort bucked hard, screaming out his release. He worked his cock, milking him for every drop of cum and when Voldemort sagged against the door, Harry stepped back.
"They don't know you, V. But I do."
He touched a finger to Voldemort's nape and the other man dropped to his knees to the floor. Low whimpers falling from his throat. He curled away, and Harry stepped over him and opened the door.
"I love you, you know it. So, come to me when you're ready for me. When you're ready to admit that you love me like I love you. That you need me like I need you, because, V…"
He looked down at the sobbing Voldemort, his own heart breaking.
"I need you in my life. I need you because I can't imagine going another day without you."
He walked away, footsteps heavy. His heart felt heavier.
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