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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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24/09/2012

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The Forever Game

Courting, Consolidation and Companion

       His own erection was straining against his robes but he ignored it in favour of concentrating on the green eyed boy and he continued moving his fingers inside, just the two for the moment as they kissed, tongues extended to taste the other. This was everything he had hoped for and he could feel the pull of the bond they shared. He’d exchanged a part of their souls and in the intervening years, the pieces had been integrated into the whole but they remembered where they came from and they now recognised the other soul as a part of their own. Being together, cuddling and hugging and kissing gave some relief, but the Dark Lord felt that even their souls were urging them on to a more intimate coupling. He wanted it, but he was content to take his time, because sex with the one being who could complete him was not something that should be rushed.

       Voldemort kept his movements smooth as he kept probing, twisting and turning his fingers to slowly stretch out his beloved. Each inward poke brushed against that spot inside Harry and after a few minutes his mate was reduced to little mews. The red eyed wizard smiled and when his fingers were moving freely he added a third, plunging them in as deeply as he could.

       “There now my little one, doesn’t that feel good?” Voldemort purred the question into Harry’s ear as he paused from the in and out motion to brush the tip of one finger back and forth over his mate’s sweet spot.

       Harry’s first reply was inarticulate but was a definite noise of agreement and the Dark Lord chuckled, renewing his pleasurable assault on the young body beneath him. He didn’t touch his little ones member that had once again hardened under his ministrations but instead he kept his attention on the beautifully tight hole. Even with his relaxation charm the vice like grip was strong. Not that Voldemort was complaining. He could already imagine what it was going to feel like, all that velvet heat wrapped around his cock, drawing him inwards while he used that most intimate connection to play his precious to a crescendo.

       The red eyed wizard began twisting his hand, rotating his seeking fingers as if they were some cog in a clock, one that snapped through half circles back and forth, which each tick of time. Harry groaned, the sound drawn out and after another few delightful minutes Voldemort laughed before moving to nibble at Harry’s neck, moving up to one ear to ask an additional question.

       “It’s good isn’t it? And there is no pain. I want you to imagine something, my precious one. I want you to imagine what something bigger, longer and harder would feel like.” The Dark Lord shifted his movements again, swiftly plunging his fingers in and out of Harry’s body, thrusting them as deep as he could into the hot passage. His other hand was still tickling over Harry’s skin, touching, caressing, teasing and tormenting him.

       Harry panted. “Good!” the younger wizard managed to gasp the word. “So good,” Harry added but was lost in the sensations he could feel from his body when his lover thrust into him. When the Dark Lord suggested something bigger, harder and longer in him his mind almost rebelled. It wasn’t in fear. Voldemort was as good as his word and there was no pain, just endless pleasure. He felt full but the thought of something bigger, stretching him wider, filling him entirely made him quiver. If that happened.... when that happened, he’d be stuffed to the gills and he almost wasn’t sure he could take it but since it would be his beloved, he knew already it would feel fantastic.

       His cock was hard again, though the Dark Lord had not touched it and seemed to be avoiding it. Just the sensations coming from his butt were making it react and it was in that moment that Harry knew that the boys in the dorm were wrong. They said sex between men hurt. It didn’t, it was amazing, and it promised to get better with actual penetration. They said it was demeaning to suck at a cock, yet the Dark Lord had swallowed his without second thought, making him almost mindless with the sensations and Harry wanted to return the unbelievable feeling, wanted to know what Voldemort tasted like. Sex between men wouldn’t result in a pregnancy but it was not only for the gratification of the man on the top. Harry focused on his arm. It was difficult with the Dark Lord driving his wedge of fingers deep into him but he was determined and slowly moved one hand down Voldemort’s chest, moving lower. He wanted to show his beloved how much he was enjoying this but how much he was going to enjoy what happened next. So far his mate had pleasured him, but Harry wanted to pleasure his mate.

       Through the Dark Lord’s robes the green eyed wizard’s questing hand found the hard mound that was his shaft. There was a hiss of surprise from his beloved but he made no move to stop Harry as he began stroking the hard member through the cloth. After a few moments he rolled carefully, though his darling was careful to move with him. Harry moved his upper leg draping it over the Dark Lord’s hips. Their proximity rubbed his member but Harry barely felt that stimulation over the constant pressure from his beloved’s fingers. He might not have consciously felt it but his body did and as Voldemort wriggled his fingers, each movement tapping inside Harry felt himself cum again with a strangled cry.

       Once again it was far more intense than anything he’d experienced and Harry was left gasping in the afterglow, lying still on the bed as Voldemort moved over him, rolling the younger wizard on to his back and supporting himself on elbows and knees, happy red eyes looking down into Harry’s green. Very slowly the Dark Lord leaned down and gently kissed his dear one before he rolled back to shrug out of his robes, throwing them aside where they slithered off the bed. Undergarments he just vanished and so it was only a few moments before he was once again resting on his elbows and knees looking down at his beloved.

       Harry’s entire body was limp and relaxed and Voldemort shifted, lifting one knee and putting it back down between Harry’s legs, gently pushing them apart. He did the same with his other knee and the Dark Lord let himself slip down, his erection gently brushing between Harry’s legs as he let his weight rest on his beloved. His upper body was still supported by his elbows and he had his hands on Harry’s shoulders stroking his mate’s soft skin.

       Harry looked up at him. “Please,” he said in a soft little voice Voldemort could listen to forever.

       “Hmm?” It was perhaps cruel to tease him with the question but the little whine Harry made was music.

       “Please,” Harry said again and Voldemort shifted slightly leaning over to support his weight on one hand moving his other to his shaft to position his cock head at Harry’s opening. He brushed Harry’s stomach as he stirred flicking another charm at his beloved. He had already stretched him far enough but the charm would ensure that Harry was completely relaxed. “Please! Now!”

       Now what type of mate would he be to deny his beloved such a reasonable request? Voldemort smiled, kissing Harry as he slowly pushed in. Harry threw his head back and the Dark Lord moved his hand as soon as he could to once again rest his upper body weight on his elbows and resumed stroking Harry’s shoulders. Harry had made a little moan, deep in the back of his throat and the Dark Lord shivered in delight.

       There was a resonance in his mate’s voice that he heard now and as Voldemort continued to chant he watched his lover.

       Voldemort ignored the pain in his heart as Harry sank on to Dumbledore’s erect member with his robes bunched around his hips. This was necessary and he could only imagine how Harry felt. It hurt to see his darling using all his tricks in an effort to bring the old man off. At least his beloved wasn’t facing the man but instead was staring directly at him, green eyes opened wide. Harry’s hands were on the Headmaster’s knees and he was using the position to rock back and forth. Voldemort spared a glance for the other prophecy child hanging on the wall. He was either unconscious or dead and blood was slowly dripping down the wall. It pooled on the ground but wouldn’t interfere with the runes.

       There was no way to stop chanting or they would have to start again and he would not put his mate through that but Voldemort tried to let his red eyes convey how he felt about this. Harry nodded slowly never pausing in his movement up and down, though his own member was completely soft. “He tasted foul, you know,” the young wizard muttered.

       The Dark Lord couldn’t answer but he nodded, raising his hands and pushing his magic out. He focused on Dumbledore’s magical core. The cambion’s magic was locked away but there were strands of it he needed and as he continued chanting he flexed his magical fingers teasing the strands of magic to pull out the ones he needed. Slowly the red eyed wizard wrapped them around Harry, gently caressing his mate with a magical touch. When the runes activated the magic would meld into Harry’s magical core and become a part of him, permanently and forever. But the runes could only activate because of the Albus’ life essence given into him, which related back to the potential for immortality the cambion’s father had bestowed on his half human child.

       Magic could be so finicky sometimes.

       Harry closed his eyes, pausing to grind his hips through tight circles. There was nothing gentle or sensual about his motions. He was moving purely for effect doing everything that resulted in the greatest amount of pleasure to bring the old wizard off the fastest.

       There came a groan and both Voldemort and Harry froze. Dumbledore was waking up. The look Harry directed towards his beloved was easy to read and the Dark Lord was almost desperate as he shook his head, holding up his hands which were still weaving the strands of magic while he chanted. He couldn’t spare the attention to knock the old man out again though it wasn’t like the man could do anything. Harry probably could do it but the surge of unknown magic might affect the runes and from the little jaunt Harry had taken earlier through his mind he knew that, hence the begging look. After a moment of shock Harry started moving again, an almost desperate cast to the way he was rotating his hips and the Dark Lord knew from experience that the way his mate was moving was highly arousing and designed to push the shaft deeply into Harry’s body allowing all his muscles to massage it.

       “No,” the old man cried out weakly still groggy but quickly realising what was happening.

       Harry drove himself up and down hard, his teeth gritted as he pumped Dumbledore’s member.

       “No, no, no!” the cambion screamed when Harry drove down once more, and held his position. Harry felt the man cum into him even as Dumbledore withered away.

       It was too late though and despite the revulsion still coursing through his system Harry rose to stand with his head raised and his arms outstretched. The runes, which had been glowing and spinning brighter and brighter as he had continued rushed to his body, wrapping around him, covering the skeins of magic his beloved had earlier draped over him. It was odd, because he could feel something seeping into him but when he moved his robes to look at his arm, there was nothing there. It was all happening to his magic and he could only imagine what Dumbledore was feeling. Something draining out perhaps?

       He didn’t care. All Harry knew was that his beloved had risen and was holding him tight, his lips locked onto his. The taste was heaven, the sweetest thing Harry had ever known and he wanted more, but he knew that until the ceremony was complete, he could not taste his beloved further, least the magic shift Voldemort’s immortality by mistake. Even this kiss could be dangerous and while Harry savoured the flavour he raised his arms and pushed his Dark Lord back.

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In another chapter or so we reach the end of Courting and I might give the fic a little break then. While I’m sure it’s wonderful for everyone to be getting regular updates, it can get a little stale, so I’ll see. It won’t be too long, a week, maybe two.

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Until next time…
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