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The Forever Game	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 109808 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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28/08/2012

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The Forever Game

Courting

       Harry rocked back and forth, sliding himself along the shaft within him. He had known that his mate could kill, ruthlessly, without thought or consideration for a long time but just as he hadn’t been bothered as a child, today he didn’t care either. It was more than the burning excitement flooding his body, it was true and complete apathy for those who would die. It was truly easy to live with this Dark Lord, get out of his way or please him and Harry proceeded to do just that. After all, if the new Minister of Magic didn’t get the right start to the day, who knew what might happen!

       He rolled them over so that his lover was on his back. That left the Dark Lord’s hands free to trace over his body and the older man lost no time in attacking him. Harry groaned but was able to spin around, never letting Voldemort’s rigid member leave his body. He straddled the Dark Lord and smiled down before he ground his hips through the shape of the crescent moon, first left to right, then back again. Harry licked his lips at the feeling and his eyes were half closed as he focused on moving. The Dark Lord was caressing his nipples and Harry moved his hands to retaliate, using his finger tips to circle Voldemort’s little nubs.

       The Dark Lord’s skin was surprisingly soft but became flush and hard under Harry’s gentle touch. As Harry continued to grind his hips extending the crescent moon into a full circle he let his fore fingers trace around areola while his other fingers tickled the firm muscles. As he moved, he could feel Voldemort’s steel cock stirring around inside and he imagined if he pressed hands to his abdomen he would be able to feel it. Harry took his time, squeezing and moving effortlessly his balls brushing against Voldemort’s belly. The older wizard’s strong hands moved to cup his buttocks and Harry felt a slight lift upwards and he laughed before he lifted himself, deliberately tightening himself as much as he could as he rose. His tongue licked his lips at the sensation. Harry only let half the Dark Lord’s length from warmth of his body before he moved back down feeling the delicious fullness that came from having his beloved balls deep inside him. There were times Harry thought he could stay like this forever. He felt so complete this way.

       He lifted himself again, this time allowing a little more of Voldemort’s cock to exit his body. The Dark Lord’s hands lifted with him, squeezing his buttocks as he moved and Harry’s green eyes closed in bliss and he continued. Each time he rose he went just a little higher, to fall back down on to the hot hard shaft, loving the way it rubbed his insides. The Dark Lord’s charm made sure he was slippery but it was being with Voldemort that heightened his sensitivity so that he could feel the soft velvety texture and every bulging vein. He felt the bulbous head moving within him and Harry sighed in contentment allowing himself to indulge in that feeling of completeness he felt only with the Dark Lord.

       Harry had known Voldemort for most of his life as that man, never realising that the man who made him feel right was the man most of the wizarding community referred to as You-Know-Who, though they had no idea if he was alive or dead. Every year, for as far back as he could remember, on his birthday and at Halloween, the man visited him and they spoke for a few minutes or just touched nothing inappropriate when he was younger just cuddles and being held but it was enough. It made him feel... It was similar to the warmth of love Harry felt from his parents and ever growing horde of siblings but it was different. As a child he hadn’t known how it was different, now he knew that it was passion, a depth of feeling he would only ever hold for Voldemort who was now thrusting to meet him, filling him completely.

       But underlying that passion there was that subtle sense of completion that the young wizard felt just by being around his dark lover. And so even when they were joined as one, it was a comforting thought to know that this was the man for him and Harry remembered the first time he had been truly consciously aware of how the Dark Lord completed him.

       He had been lying awake on his eleventh birthday, trying and failing to fall asleep. He little lion was beside him, no matter how childish it might be seen he loved that little plushie and it had been with him for years. His brand new wand was on the bedside table and his new school things were scattered around the room but for some reason he was not content.

       It was almost a shock when he realised what was wrong. He hadn’t seen that man. The man who visited him each year on his birthday and at Halloween, the red-eyed man who’s warmth held him close and who spoke to him of the most amazing things. He’d even taught him some basic spells, which Harry had practiced as much as he could without a wand. He’d focused instead on practicing the other thing the tall man had taught him, building a wall around his mind. The red-eyed man always commented on that so Harry was diligent in his practice so that the man would be happy because when the man was happy Harry felt happy.

       As he lay in the darkness he tried to comfort himself. The man usually showed up at his party and this year, because he wanted his wand the party had been moved to the weekend, so perhaps he would see the man then. Even so he had felt empty and cold. He had wanted to show off the oak wand that was on the table beside him.

       As Harry held back his tears he missed the breath of air that announced the change but he didn’t miss the soothing whisper or the warm hand that rubbed his chest and without thinking he leapt from his bed, throwing his arms around the man who now sat beside him. The tiredness which would have eventually forced him to sleep disappeared and the man moved slightly to pull him properly into his lap.

       “I missed you,” the phrase was soft and Harry was surprised at the pain he could feel there. Automatically he reached out, brushing one small hand along the man’s jawline. The other wizard sighed and dipped his head, and warm air tickled through Harry’s hair as the other man inhaled his scent. They sat for a few minutes and Harry closed his eyes savouring how right it felt. The odd emptiness he always felt was gone and he knew now that it was because he was close to this wizard. “How was Diagon Alley?” the question was asked before Harry could form one about why he felt better with this wizard close.

       “It was amazing!” Harry exclaimed, distracted from his question as his excitement rose again. Now that he felt right it didn’t matter why. He’d been to Diagon Alley before but today it had been rather magical, if he could be excused from using the word! Everything had seemed fresh and new. “I got an owl so that I can send mail but I couldn’t find a familiar.”

       “Not too worry,” the wizard said, his voice understanding. “Sometimes it’s best to wait to find just the right familiar,” he added. “Did you meet anyone?”

       “There was this brat getting robes but he wasn’t very nice.”

       “Oh, what was his name?”

       “I think he said his name was Draco,” Harry shrugged. The blond had been obnoxious and Harry hadn’t really cared for him. He’d felt shallow.

       The older wizard snorted slightly, seemingly amused. “Did he not know who you were?”

       “After I told him my name he was nicer but Daddy always said that people like that aren’t worth knowing. They only want to know you because they think they can get something from you.”

       “Your Father is a very wise man. It’s no wonder he holds so much power in the Wizengamot.”

       Harry didn’t really know about that. He just knew that his Dad worked a lot and often dressed in really formal robes. It was usually Harry’s unofficial job then to keep his littlest brother and sister away from their Father so that they didn’t get him dirty. Harry knew how long it took to change those robes and magic was not effective on them. “Maybe that’s why Mr Dumbledore isn’t around,” he mused.

       “Oh the Headmaster hasn’t visited?” There was no hiding the interest in the older wizard’s voice.

       “Not as much,” Harry said after a moment’s thought.

       The man was quiet and Harry could tell he was thinking so he just enjoyed the warmth he could feel emanating from the older wizard. “What about your wand?” the man asked eventually.

       Harry reached out and picked up the length of oak from the bed side table, offering it to the other wizard who gently took it and examined it carefully.

       “You don’t seem happy,” the statement was a question.

       The young wizard struggled with the question for a moment before he answered. “It’s nice but it doesn’t feel quite right.”

       At the admission the other wizard frowned. “Ollivander could not find a better fit?”

       “There was another wand,” Harry said taking his wand when it was offered and putting it back on the bedside table, “but he said he was holding for someone else.”

       “What was the wand?”

       “Phoenix feather and...” Harry struggled to remember the wood. It was the magical part of the wand that interested him.

       “Holly.”

       “That was it!” Harry said brightly not even wondering how the other man knew about it. However he did feel the very distinct sense of... not worry, it wasn’t worry or concern but rather disturbance coming from the older wizard.

       “Why don’t you try this one?”

       Harry gasped. He had seen the other wizard’s wand but he had never thought to touch it. It was beautiful, the light coloured wood polished to a brilliant shine. Carefully he reached out and the instant his fingers brushed the wood he felt a jolt in his magic. The other wizard’s hand was still touching it and for a moment Harry experienced an odd double vision. He saw himself but he almost seemed to be on fire with odd wisps curling off him. Quickly the man drew his hand back, leaving Harry holding the beautiful wand.

       As his vision returned to normal, he missed the flare in his magic and the sparks that came from the wand. The other wizard didn’t and his smile was dazzling. Ollivander better have a good reason for denying his mate his true wand though the red eyed wizard suspected he already knew the answer. Dumbledore. The Headmaster probably wanted the wand for the miniscule protection the brother wand would give his prophecy child.

       “Well, mine definitely seems right for you,” Harry heard the pleased voice. “We will have to see about getting you a better fitting wand in the future, though do watch for that other wand, and keep track of it. It is meant to be yours and in time it will reject its false master.”

       The small wizard nodded snuggling deeper into the arms holding him as he felt sleep coming up on him. It had been a big day and with the comforting presence of the other wizard making him feel right, the sleep that had been eluding him was quickly making itself known.

       “You need your rest,” the other wizard said gently. “Just let me test your shields.”

       Harry nodded and turned so that he was looking into red eyes. It was odd but he felt a brush in his head behind his eyes as something slipped around his mind. “Very good, Little One,” the older man complimented him. “Though you need to keep working on them,” he added and Harry felt a caress against his mind. “There is one more thing,” the man said. “If you ever feel anything brushing up against your mind, you immediately look to the ground. I don’t care where you are, you look to the ground and you write to your parents telling them that someone was probing against your occulmency shields. Do you understand?”

       The insistence in the man’s voice was impossible to deny and Harry nodded, closing his eyes, resting his head against the soft fabric of the man’s robes as he felt sleep claim him.

       That was the first time Harry had really known exactly how much the Dark Lord meant to him. He hadn’t been aware then of how deeply or intimately they would be involved but he had known that somehow, he needed the other man in his life.

       Harry smiled down at Voldemort, rocking gently back and forth before he leaned back, placing his hands on the bed flexing his hips up and down on the cock within him. The Dark Lord moved his hands, wrapping them around Harry’s hard length and pumping at his lover. It was a blissful agony that Harry loved and between each thrust he ground his hips through a tiny circle, feeling his buttocks caressing Voldemort’s velveteen balls while his own brushed against the soft skin of the Dark Lord’s stomach. While they had been going slow, all pretence of that was lost as Harry drove himself down to meet the upward thrusts.

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Bonus Material from Harry’s First Year in School

       "Prongs! We've failed!" Padfoot cried theatrically.

       "I'm suspecting a changeling!" the stag animagus agreed, winking at his son who was the object of their discussion.

       "How could we have failed? A whole half year has gone by and not one single prank has been pulled! How?"

       "Tsk, tsk, tsk," Harry shook his head, struggling to keep the smile off his features.

     "Noo... we've failed," Padfoot sobbed at the tone his Godson took.

       "Padfoot, my dear man," Harry began in his most serious voice. "Have you ever considered the benefits of planning? The approach of subtlety? Did you never think this might be part of a larger plan?"

       "What larger plan could possibly call for no pranks?" The canine animagus questioned, his voice tragic.

       "The larger plan of 'They won't see it coming’," Harry drawled.

       "Explain!"

       "The way I see it," Harry said, playing to his audience. "Is that two, maybe three years of being a perfect student, with very little rule breaking on my part will set me up with a reputation of being that studious Potter," Harry smiled. "Then in fourth year, when I do have some rather grand ideas which I was going to ask some advice on, no one will even look at me as the culprit and I'll be able to make sure I get them all because no one will see it coming."

       Padfoot and Prongs shared a long look. "It's worse than I thought," Padfoot muttered.

       "How the hell did Moony get to him?" Prongs asked the question, agreeing with the canine's sentiment.

       "More importantly, could this possibly be out-pranking us?"

       "Padfoot!" Harry objected.

       "You will only get out of this if you tell us your plans now!" Prongs said to his son. "Moony isn't around to save you!"

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