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The Forever Game	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 109808 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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18/09/2012

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I managed to get the last chapter up just before AFF went down, but since it’s all fixed, never mind about that. Though from the responses, I think I managed to squik a few peoples, sorry though but how else should I have made Harry immortal?

On with the show!

The Forever Game

Courting, Consolidation and Companion

       Harry moved one hand to Dumbledore’s balls as he fisted the slowly hardening prick. The motions were the same as he had done to his lover many times but they felt different. Touching Voldemort excited him. Touching Dumbledore made him feel dirty and Harry almost felt his skin crawl with grime but he continued, coaxing the Headmaster’s cock to erection. As he worked he let his mind wander, grateful for anything that would distract him and almost automatically Harry remembered his first time with the Dark Lord.

       On the day he turned seventeen, the day he came of age in Wizarding Society, he had had a wonderful party with all his family. His Mother and Father had been there, all ten of his siblings though little Charles and Calla didn’t understand and Zinnia and Rohan only loosely grasped the edges of the idea. There had been a large number of his friends there, though not many from Hogwarts. He hadn’t attended the school for almost two years and that had given him time to find out who really had been his friend. There was a muggleborn witch who was avidly talking with Moony and his growing brood and a few others who had kept up correspondence but most had seemingly forgotten him. It didn’t matter, he was not lonely, though he was a little nervous.

       Last Halloween the Dark Lord had made it very clear to Harry how he intended to celebrate his coming of age and it was not at some party with half the wizarding elite parading their daughters before him. It would be a much more private affair for the two of them. Harry was nervous but every time he thought about it, he quivered with anticipation.

       Voldemort had kissed him breathless that Halloween and after the older man had left Harry had needed release. He’d stroked and played with himself, not for the first time, until he came and that day, with the taste of his lover on his lips and in his mouth, had been far more intense than anything he done all year. He’d masturbated before thinking of red eyes and an inhumanly beautiful Dark Lord but compared to that time it was as if he was merely going through the motions... almost like Quidditch practice. It didn’t compare to the game.

       And that night he was going to go all the way... With the man he loved... Just thinking about it that morning had almost made him cum.

       After the party was over, and Harry’s family had eaten a more sedate evening meal he had feigned fatigue. It didn’t fool his parents but they had walked him up to his room, leaving the children gathered around the table. At his door they’d both embraced him tightly. They knew exactly what was going to happen as well and while they knew this was his choice, Harry could see the worry both of them felt. What parent wouldn’t worry when their child, no matter how long the betrothal was about to get married in one of the most permanent ways known to the Wizarding world?

       “Oh Harry! I love you so much and you are always going to be my son,” his Mother had said and Harry had hugged her tight, whispering the words in her ear. “I love you too Mum.”

       James had been slightly more serious as he had embraced Harry. “I want you to remember there is always a place for you here and if he ever hurts you, Merlin help me, I will find a way to hurt him. I love you Harry.”

       That had been a little more difficult to respond to because his Father had meant every word and Harry had believed him. The man he had loved all his life, the man whose name the wizarding world would not say was dangerous beyond all others, but Harry believed that somehow his Father would have found a way to fight, no matter how futile it may have been. He loved his Father, he always would and Harry had just smiled at him, trying to find the best way of reassuring him. In the end, he’d hugged him. “I love you Dad.”

       And with that he had stepped into his room, feeling the tingle of magic pass over his skin. Lips were crushed against his before the door even closed properly and warm arms embraced him. In the spinning kaleidoscope of colours and sensation that assaulted Harry he didn’t even feel the pull of apparition and he only realised they were no longer in his room when he was tossed on to a bed that was far larger than his own. When the Dark Lord didn’t join him Harry sat up and looked over to see the red eyed wizard pacing.

       “What’s wrong?”

       “I need to slow down or I will hurt you.”

       It had been a while since Harry had been in the Hogwart’s dorms but he remembered the boys all said it was painful for two men to sleep together. He didn’t mind, he might be nervous but he wanted this. Just their kiss was making him aroused. “It’s okay, the boys said it would hurt but that doesn’t matter.”

       The Dark Lord turned burning red eyes towards him and Harry felt his heart melt. He more than wanted this. “It was painful for them because they do not know what they are doing. For a girl, yes there is pain because there is a membrane that needs to be broken, for a male there is nothing. The only reason it would be painful is if I go too fast and I have waited almost two decades for you, my Little One, it would not speak well of my skill if I could not take the extra few minutes required to make sure you enjoy this as much as I will.”

       Harry felt his heart tremble at the thoughtfulness of his beloved but he knew only he would ever see this level of consideration shown to his wellbeing and comfort. The Dark Lord cared nothing for the rest of the wizarding world. They were pawns that kept him amused, nothing more. “And before you are concerned that you will not live up to my expectations, the mere fact that I am making love to you is enough. I’ve slept with others, but it is you who I have courted, you who I have waited for and you who I want in my bed, no one else.”

       Harry shuddered as he remembered the words. His hands were still jerking Dumbledore’s now erect cock though thankfully the cambion was still unconscious. With a bit of luck he would remain that way. The Headmaster couldn’t move but Harry wasn’t sure he wanted the man awake for this. It was bad enough as it was.

       He’d moved to straddle the captive wizard’s knees and was sitting fully clothed as he continued to work. Voldemort was chanting something and Harry vaguely recognised it as a necessary component though the Dark Lord was watching. As Harry had bade him, he would not look away from this so that in sense, they would do this together. If it had of been Voldemort beneath him Harry knew his own member would have been tingling with excitement and probably hard against his pants. He felt nothing which was making it easier to convince himself that this was just a job, something he would do this once and then forget.

       There were some things he didn’t want to forget though, like the way the Dark Lord had touched him that first night.

       Voldemort’s reassurance that he would not care about Harry’s skill had relaxed him even though he had not consciously been aware he was concerned about that. After taking a few more moments to calm himself down, the Dark Lord had then come to the bed, smiling at Harry. “Now, let’s start again,” the dark wizard had purred, pushing the younger wizard down on to the mattress as he once more joined their lips.

       He’d kissed the Dark Lord before but somehow this was different. It was more intense and Harry squirmed under the older man reaching up to embrace him.

       As Voldemort drew back, breathing heavily with an almost contented smile on his face he chided Harry. “Just lie still and enjoy my Little One,” he whispered before taking the younger wizard’s mouth again. He let his tongue lick at Harry and after a moment pushed inside into the warm cavern, tasting everything. Voldemort let his hands rove all over Harry’s body, touching and caressing him through the robes he was wearing. His mate moaned appreciatively under his touch and he smiled against Harry’s mouth. He had waited years for this day and now that his initial greed had been curbed the Dark Lord could feel his usual patience returning.

       Harry tasted so good and while they had kissed before the little noises that his beloved was making were caressing his senses. Methodically Voldemort began moving his hands under Harry’s outer robes, pushing them off his mate. Every now and then he drew back from kissing to take a few breaths and to lick at Harry’s face though he was careful to keep his movements human. The Dark Lord was sure Harry would love his tongue but maybe not on their first night.

       His chamber was warm, so much so that when Harry was naked there was not a single bump of gooseflesh on his skin. The younger wizard didn’t seem to notice his own lack of clothing as he was gasping with pleasure. He’d begun pushing his tongue forward to meet the Dark Lords and the two of them had duelled in a tangle of flavour that left them both breathless. Voldemort moved his hands to Harry’s nipples, resting his weight on his elbows as he loomed over his young mate. His hands reached out and he began tracing the areola. That sent a small surge of blood into the area and the red eyed wizard altered his motion to roll Harry’s nipples between his fingers.

       Harry threw his head back, gasping. This not yet truly sexual but he felt so good and as his older lover began tugging at his nipples, gently pulling each up then releasing them before grasping them again with a grip that was firm but tender that made Harry make little meeps of pleasure. The green eyed wizard already felt like he was on fire but every time the Dark Lord’s strong hands touched him they seemed to burn at his skin. He even felt the whisper of hot breath on his throat and when Voldemort began kissing him, nuzzling the soft skin Harry felt his heart beat soar. If he felt this good, with the Dark Lord just caressing him and not even touching his private parts, he couldn’t imagine how it could possibly hurt. Or maybe it was as the man who made him feel whole had suggested; it hurt only if ones partner did not know what they were doing. Harry had always known the Dark Lord was not a virgin but he was no longer scared by that. When he could think again he would feel grateful.

       He gasped, almost groaning as the red eyed wizard began licking him, sensitising every inch of his skin. It should not be humanly possible to feel this good just from the touch of his lover but Harry did and he could feel in the back of his mind, that Voldemort was also feeling great, just from the torment he was putting Harry through. It was a torture that was exquisite and he could do little more than accept it.

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-whistles innocently- I think I better run for leaving the chapter when I did. :P

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