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"Because I'm about to give you what you came searching for tonight."
Harry allowed a small smile to touch his mouth.
"I think the Glock might be in the way."
A muscle ticked in Voldemort's jaw,
"You think I'll let you anywhere near me after what you did?"
"I messed up, V. I know that, but I'm sorry. I want to make it up to you, and you're going to let me."
He moved closer, watched Voldemort's eyes flicker and his nostrils flare.
"Yeah?"
Harry touched him, his jaw, and almost wept at the relief that flooded his body.
"Yeah, let me, baby."
He whispered.
"Let me give you this."
Voldemort gazed at him until Harry thought maybe it wouldn't happen, maybe this would be it, when he finally got to watch it all disappear from his grasp. Fear and remorse and guilt ate at him, choked him,
"Please…V… please."
Voldemort turned away and began walking over to the cross. He placed the gun down and kicked it aside,
"It's not loaded."
With his back to Harry, he put both hands up, wrists together and waited. Harry went to him. He'd never make him wait. No one would be waiting again, if he had his way. He used the built-in restraints to strap Voldemort in place then stood there, his chest to Voldemort's back and just felt. Felt the heat emanating from Voldemort's skin, the sudden heavy air pulsing between them thick with need and want and so much more. Harry brushed his nose to Voldemort's nape. Voldemort moaned, head falling forward.
Harry stepped back. He brought the leather wrapped around his hand to his mouth, kissing it then he let it fly. Voldemort hissed, but he didn't cry. Harry let him have it, the whip and the pain it brought, but Voldemort didn't make a sound. And it tore at Harry, the absence of Voldemort's cries, the vocal knowledge that he was getting what he wanted. Needed. This time, unlike the others, he didn't beg for more. The begging didn't come. Red welts cross-crossed Voldemort's back, bright amid the tattoos, but Voldemort didn't cry for him, didn't beg and plead for him.
Harry missed that. He wanted it, but didn't know how to get it back. He wanted to know how Voldemort felt, about Harry and about them. His heart climbed into his throat and stayed, stomach knotted. His wrist cramped and he paused. Took a breath.
"I messed up,"
He said. Low, but Voldemort heard because he shifted on the cross. His bowed head lifted,
"I messed up,"
Harry said again,
"But I want to make it right. I want the chance. Nothing's right when you're not with me. V…"
The words cracked, broke, fell at his feet.
"V. Let me back in. Let me prove how sorry I am. How much I'd die before I hurt you that way again, before I lie to you again."
Harry lifted the hand holding the belt and touched his chest, the middle where it hurt so Goddamn much. Voldemort didn't speak. Harry didn't know what else to do…so he let the belt talk. Let it fly one more time.
Voldemort arched and cried out then, pulling on the restraints. Every sound cracked Harry's heart, every cry Voldemort made shattered the tight hold he had on his emotions, and sweat and tears rolled down his cheeks as Voldemort cried out in relieved pain and fulfilled agony. His body writhed, bucked and swayed.
He beat Voldemort until his hand ached. Until Harry was on his toes, fighting the orgasm threatening to burst him wide open. He let the belt fall until Voldemort sagged with a scream then he stopped. A bouncer appeared as if he'd been standing just outside the door, monitoring. Harry gestured to the limp Voldemort, panting heavily,
"Help me take him up to the loft."
He and the bouncer helped Voldemort up and carried him upstairs via the back entrance. Inside the loft, Harry sank onto the couch and pulled Voldemort onto his lap as he waved the bouncer away.
"Thank you."
"Of course, Sir."
The bouncer left closing the door quietly behind him. Harry focused on the man in his arms, who remained so still and silent. Voldemort wasn't fighting, wasn't cursing, wasn't yelling. It was as if all the fight had left him, and that messed with Harry on so many levels.
"V."
Voldemort shivered. His lashes fluttered,
"Open your eyes, baby. Let me see you."
Harry brushed his lips over Voldemort's temple,
"I missed you."
The words were thick, filled with emotion,
"I've been missing you, V. Like crazy."
Voldemort's eyes opened, startlingly gorgeous. Bright and intense, still filled with the pain from his whipping and more. They'd have brought Harry to his knees if he'd been standing.
"Not knowing where you were, how you…"
Voldemort finally spoke,
"But you knew where I was. Setting fire to everything you built."
A wrinkle creased his brow,
"And you let me."
Harry nodded.
"Yes, but, I don't think there's any 'letting' where you're concerned. I understand you, I always did."
He tightened his hold around Voldemort and bent, brushing his lips over Voldemort's nose.
"I knew I couldn't mess with you, hurt you like I did, and not expect to feel the burn."
Voldemort's gaze searched his face. He whispered,
"You broke me. That's what you wanted, right, to break me?"
Harry closed his eyes,
"No…I wanted you to feel what I felt, to acknowledge that it was more than just the sex and the pain."
He took a deep breath, searching for the words to explain as he reopened his eyes.
"I didn't know how to tell you who I was without losing you so I put it off for as long as I could."
Voldemort's fingers curled into the t-shirt Harry had pulled on,
"You said you'd never leave."
His lips trembled and he looked away,
"You did… You did… You left me."
Harry straight-up ached looking into Voldemort's face,
"It was business,"
he said softly.
"I wanted something and you were in the way. But when you came up to me downstairs, in the bathroom I…"
He snorted,
"I wasn't prepared for you, V. I wasn't ready for you. You pushed and shoved your way into my life until all I cared about was having you there. Having you near."
"I've been numb."
Voldemort murmured.
"And I've been searching for ways to feel, to get back what I had in your arms."
Did that mean he'd been sleeping with other people? Acid burned Harry's stomach, but there wasn't anything he could do. He'd brought it all on himself.
"I miss the smell of your skin."
Voldemort nuzzled Harry's neck, touching his nape and making him tremble.
"Your touch. That look in your eyes when you stare at me."
Voldemort's words broke off and he buried his face in Harry's chest.
"I've been missing the way you lay me down."
Harry gritted his teeth against the urge to sob.
"I've missed you, too, baby. So much. Your sweetness. Your skin."
It tore him up, what he'd done to Voldemort. To them.
"Come back to me,"
he whispered.
"V…"
He cleared the emotion from his throat.
"V, let me love you again. Please."
He cupped the back of Voldemort's head, tugging him back until their eyes met.
"Let me love you again."
Voldemort's hold on Harry's t-shirt tightened. He licked his lips, tongue swiping over his lower lip,
"Did you stop?"
His voice shook badly.
"Did you stop loving me?"
"Never. Never."
Harry hugged him close.
"I'll never stop."
He couldn't. It wasn't an option,
"Let me take you home. To see Butch."
Voldemort smiled.
"Come home with me, V."
Voldemort's eyes closed. His nostrils flared.
"Words cannot explain how much I've missed hearing you call me that."
Harry kissed his nose,
"I can call you that forever,"
He promised,
"Forever."
"I'm tired,"
Voldemort said, opening his eyes again.
"Of sleepless nights. Of wondering if you've moved on. Of wanting to hate you when all I can do is love you."
Harry couldn't breathe. His chest hurt,
"V…"
"Love me."
Voldemort touched his face.
Harry blinked at him,
"God, baby. I do. So much. So Goddamn much."
Voldemort wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him hard,
"Then take me home."
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