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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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31/08/2012

Well we start the second part of this fic with this chapter – Consolidation. It runs in time with Courting so enjoy.

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The Forever Game

Courting and Consolidation

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.

       The young wizard was gasping in unison with the Dark Lord and each movement drove him higher and higher, making him feel tight until he thought he would burst.

       “Harry!” Voldemort cried out, red eyes locked on to Harry’s face as he came into the hot depths of his beloved.

       He felt the Dark Lord cum, gushing into him and he drove down. Harry clamped his muscles down, milking the cock within him as the feeling of the rock hard shaft spurting into his depths sent him over the edge. “Voldemort!” Harry’s cry mixed with the Dark Lord’s as they came together.

       After a moment, Harry fell forward, heedless of his cum splattered on to Voldemort’s stomach. The Dark Lord remained buried within him but his hands moved to stroke up and down Harry’s back. The younger wizard smiled and shifted slightly, kissing his beloved tenderly but the Dark Lord deepened the kiss as they both softened, his tongue demanding entry into the hot cavern that was Harry’s mouth.

       Harry smiled at his lover as the joyous afterglow flowed through him. The feeling redoubled when the Dark Lord smiled back, reaching up to brush a stray hair from Harry’s face. “Good morning Harry.”

       “Good morning, Minister,” Harry said again.

       “Oh no!” Voldemort warned though his smile brightened. “The Minister would love to greet you properly again but I do have to go be the Minister today.”

       Harry sighed and he shifted, suppressing his gasp when the Dark Lord’s now soft shaft exited his body. He felt almost weakened but he scooted over on the bed and stood. They had little rituals after they had made love and this was one of them. Harry felt the wash of magic over his body, cleaning him completely and the instant he was clean he picked up his wand which was always on the bedside table and flicked it through the same spell, cleaning his beloved. Voldemort licked his lips as he watched Harry and the younger wizard blushed, fighting the rising heat the dark wizard’s licentious gaze made him feel but the moment faded when the Dark Lord turned and walked towards his wardrobe.

       A moment later he returned carrying a set of full formal robes. Harry had slipped into a tunic but his eyes widened when he saw the gear. Those were the robes you wore only at the most important functions, the highest ceremonies of power.

       “I’d better help you,” Harry said as he moved back around the bed, moving towards the wardrobe to fetch the undergarments. The few times he remembered his Father wearing similar robes, his Mother had helped him dress, though Harry expected that sometime soon, he would have to wear similar robes in the Wizengamot as he was presented officially as his Father’s heir. He was of age but that presentation was done after he had completed his N.E.W.T.s which the Wizengamot Lord’s claimed gave them the measure of a man.

       He handed the Dark Lord the garments and deliberately turned to find the first layer of robes as the man shifted, not even noticing his own nakedness as he dressed. Harry had though and he wanted his beloved all over again, wanted to taste him, wanted to tease him, wanted everything about him. Just as he found the right cloth Harry felt himself grabbed and spun, red eyes burning into him and his heart rate soared. Voldemort leant down to kiss him, crushing their lips together as he forced his tongue into Harry’s mouth. An instant later, the younger wizard was released and Harry watched as the red eyed man threw back his head, licking his lips as he tasted Harry on his skin.

       “As much as I would love to let you give in to your desire, Harry,” Voldemort said after a moment, his voice showing his own craving, “I really do have to be the Minister today.”

       Harry smiled, deliberately appearing cheerful as he brought his racing heart back under control. “I know,” he said, firmly telling his hormones that they had to wait before he held out the first layer of robes. He knew the Dark Lord wanted him and he knew that Voldemort had wanted him since he was a baby when he had tied their souls together but Harry hadn’t felt this needy since... Since he realised that male or not, he wanted to have sex with the Dark Lord.

       He’d been fourteen at the time and it was Halloween. The feast at Hogwarts was as wonderful as always but Harry had been waiting to see him, the red eyed man who made him feel whole. He’d heard the boys talking in their dorm and he knew that some of them were experimenting kissing girls though Terry Boot had boasted of going ‘all the way’ Harry thought that was a lie. He didn’t want a girl. He loved his sisters and Mother dearly but he felt nothing for any other woman beyond friendship. He wanted a man and not just any man, he wanted the red eyed man who had visited him every Halloween. Harry had been very careful to make sure that none of his dorm mates even suspected his desire because he knew what they would say and he knew what they would be like. Wanting a man was not exactly taboo in Wizarding culture, but it wasn’t talked about either. So long as you go married and had at least one kid, you could do what you wanted. He knew he wasn’t ready for sex but he intended to make his feelings known.

       The man had said that sometimes it was difficult for him to visit Harry at Hogwarts but so far he hadn’t missed a single visit and Harry didn’t think he would start now. He’d had slipped out of his dorm earlier, heedless of curfew and he was waiting in a class room sitting on one of the desks. While he waited he planned a prank. He’d told his Father and Godfather back in his first year that he would play possum for a few years and they had reluctantly agreed it was a great plan but now he did have to implement the pranks he had planned.

       He’d just gotten to where he would be placing the anchoring charms when there was a breath of air and a soft foot fall behind him. Harry suppressed his squeal of happiness but he didn’t bother to hold himself back, jumping off the desk and into the man’s arms, boldly placing a kiss on the red lips. For an instant the man returned the kiss before his arms wrapped around Harry and gently but firmly pushed him back.

       “Harry, what are you doing?” came the inevitable question.

       He looked to the ground, fighting tears. The man didn’t want him. “I...” he managed to sob not able to get out further words. For a moment they stood before Harry felt a little twist within him and suddenly the man’s arms were around him again, crushing him as they embraced his trembling body.

       “Oh Harry,” the wizard said and the young wizard felt a relaxation charm cast at him while the older wizard ran his hands up and down his back, soothingly. His head was tilted up so that his tear filled eyes were looking up into red and he could see the wry smile on the man’s face. “Harry,” the other wizard breathed and the green eyed boy managed a weak smile. “You must never think that I do not want you. I do. Every time I visit you, I want you more but you must understand, I will not touch you until you come of age, until you truly understand who and what I am. Though my Little One,” and at this point the man had leant down to place a kiss on Harry’s forehead, “I warn you, on that day, your world will end for I will no longer be in the shadows.”

       Harry frowned. He didn’t understand, though he had heard the desire in the man’s voice, he had heard the truth of the words. He could always tell when someone was lying to him and the man holding him close was almost in pain from the truth. “What do you mean?” Harry asked.

       The man’s smile turned truly amused though tinged with cunning. “Ask your parents about the one the wizards whisper about, the one whose name they will not say but who they acknowledge as a Dark Lord.”

       Harry felt his green eyes open wide and his knees went weak. “You are?” He didn’t know what else to say but before anything could happen, before he could scream or faint or run a hand went to the back of his head and he was kissed, the older man’s lips crushing against his own. Instinctively Harry replied, opening his mouth and gently pushing his tongue forward. The other man quickly dominated him, his own tongue wrapping around Harry’s, rubbing and caressing. It was wonderful, far better than the boys had said and Harry felt his knees give out but his weight was supported by the other wizard. At length they parted, panting and Harry licked his lips lightly, deliberately tasting the other man.

       “I am a Dark Lord,” the man said as he picked Harry up and sat him on one of the desks before he drew back, “because my power is dark. It is therefore assumed that I am evil and while I am capable of great evil, a look from you would stop me. But you must understand, I will take over, but it won’t be via a war.”

       “War?”

       “It was the path I was on when I found out about you but war is too destructive and thus I decided that there were other means to power. There will be some deaths, but not as many. I do not want death, what I really want is a few changes.”

       Harry blinked. He wasn’t sure what he should say and his doubt must have shown on his face. The man who had identified himself as the Dark Lord reached out and stroked his cheek. “Little One, if I had to choose, I would pick you because I want you more than anything. That is what you should focus on though for now, talk to your parents,” the man said with a smile. “And keep working on your shields,” he added with a little laugh.

       Harry had done just that and at his next birthday he had been a little apprehensive but he was sure of his feelings. His parents had been honest and had explained what they knew of the Dark Lord, sorting through most of the lies to tell him the truth and Harry had appreciated that. The man had been born Tom Marvolo Riddle but had dubbed himself Lord Voldemort. He had killed, hundreds, maybe thousands and then at the height of his rise to power, when wizards were dying daily he had disappeared. Most thought he had died from something Neville Longbottom had done but no one was sure what had happened especially as half of his forces turned up dead.

       But while the dying had stopped, his influence had not disappeared. Policies, procedures, opinions, they still followed the Dark Lord’s teachings so a few, Dumbledore being the most prominent amongst the wizards, took the belief that he was not dead, that he was merely waiting. As Harry had sat on his bed that night he had truly appreciated exactly how much the Dark Lord had trusted him when he had revealed himself. He could have made up a name, he could have done any number of things but he had been truthful with Harry and his heart was swollen with love.

       He’d looked up at the older wizard when the man had entered his room, smiling softly. His smile had been returned and Harry had been swept into strong arms and after they’d spoken everything was all okay. He still wanted the Dark Lord and the kiss they shared that night only reinforced the feeling. It had been hot and heavy and filled with need on both sides.

       But both their needs had more than been filled once he had come of age and Harry smiled at his beloved as the older wizard stood with his arms out and Harry laced up the heavy dress robes. While he’d been remembering the inner robes and the outer robes had been pulled into place and he was lacing up the final ties now. He stepped back once he was done and sat back on the edge of their bed.

       Today, with the first session of the Wizengamot with the new Minister of Magic would truly mark the first day of his beloveds rise to power because as Harry had learnt, it was one thing to take power, it was quite another to keep it. He had every confidence in Voldemort’s ability though and he looked forward to finding out if today was the day Dumbledore died.

       “Probably not, Little One,” the Dark Lord said and Harry flushed with the endearment. “He still thinks he can win but I plan on debasing him of that knowledge soon enough and then he will die, but he will die when I am ready because his death will be part of something far, far more important.”

       “Oh?” Harry raised one eyebrow questioningly.

       “Not today Little One though you will find out in time. Do your homework, you need to pass your N.E.W.T.s and you won’t have time to study tonight.” The Dark Lord’s smile was suggestive and Harry shivered happily as the older wizard let himself out.

       He didn’t know everything of Voldemort’s plans but he did know they were proceeding exactly as the older wizard wished and Harry smiled. His beloved didn’t mind adversity, and positively loved it when someone was troublesome but he was so kittenish when everything was going his way and Harry did so love that side of him. Harry dressed properly before he sat back at his desk, quickly tidying his notes before he grabbed his bag and ran for the floo. He was home schooled but that didn’t mean he could be late!

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