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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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27/09/2012

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The Forever Game

Courting, Consolidation and Companion

       “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.

       “Wait,” he forced himself to say and Voldemort’s eyes showed his complex mix of emotion; sadness for putting his beloved through this, acceptance, because this was the only sure way and pride because Harry was strong enough to insist on doing this properly and doing this himself. Harry gasped as the first wave hit him and suddenly he didn’t want his beloved to see him go through this. “You’d better go,” he said, trying to sound calm.

       The way the Dark Lord looked at him was all question.

       “We’ve just defeated the last bastion of resistance against your rule, my love,” Harry started, sounding completely reasonable. “Your troops will need to see you, they will need you there to make sure they don’t do anything stupid.”

       Voldemort locked his eyes on to his lovers and projected his thought. :Are you sure?: He didn’t use their bond like this much but now that Harry was on the verge of becoming truly his equal it was something they should experiment with. And this method of speaking carried far more than his words, it carried his doubt and the sure knowledge that he was not fooled by Harry’s rather realistic supposition.

       “I’ll be okay,” Harry whispered, fighting against the rising pain. The green eyed wizard knew he was probably going to collapse and scream his guts out soon but that didn’t mean his rather hastily cobbled together excuse was not true. Harry needed to be alone for this; he didn’t want his mate seeing him this weak.

       “You won’t be, but I will go,” Voldemort nodded towards him and after one more quick embrace the dark wizard apparated.

       The instant his lover disappeared, Harry fell to his knees as he felt the true change beginning. There was no mark upon him but he knew the runes were active. They had gone into his body and were now enforcing the changes necessary to make him immortal. Harry had known there would be pain. He had accepted that, but he had not realised there would be this much pain. It was comparable to the Cruciatias Curse but unlike the times he had been hit with that, it went on and on.

       Harry fell further, writhing on the floor, as he alternately tried to fight and tried to accept the change. Nothing worked and nothing gave him a reprieve from the burning sensation that was his whole body. In the back of his mind he was aware of blue eyes watching him but they were slowly losing vitality as Harry felt his entire body shift somehow. Beneath the pain the sensation was hard to describe. It was like he was tingling all over, but the sensation wasn’t only on his skin, it went right down into his bones and after a few more painful moments Harry couldn’t feel any subtle sensations as he screamed.

       There was no end to the pain and Harry clawed at his throat when his vocal cords became scratched and his voice hoarse. All his shields were down and his screams echoed through his mind and he knew that Voldemort heard. But the Dark Lord didn’t come and deep in his mind Harry was thankful that his beloved was honouring his wishes. He screamed and he screamed and he had no idea of how much time passed. Harry retreated into his mind as much as he could and he held one of his precious memories close, trying to lose himself in it.

       The very first time his beloved Dark Lord had entered him was branded into his very being. Voldemort had been gentle and had pleasured him so that he was lying limp on their bed before he took his own fulfilment. And even that had been wonderful. He had felt the red eyed wizard’s fingers in him but Harry had not been aware until they were gone how much he needed them but the thought in his mind was what his beloved had put there. What the feel of something bigger, harder and longer would be like and even as he lay, replete with his own release he had longed for it, begged for it. He hadn’t felt right knowing that Voldemort had pleasured him but he had given nothing back. He wanted to and when the Dark Lord made a move he’d begged and given his acceptance with the word.

       His breathing had been shallow and he had gasped as every inch had slowly been pushed inside him. It felt.... It felt so satisfying. Harry had just lain there when the Dark Lord stilled, fully inside him, a salacious smile on his face as he looked down at the black haired wizard. “You feel good,” the words had been whispered to him and Harry had felt loved beyond all others with the tone. He had wanted to move but Voldemort held him pinned and they lay together for long minutes.

       Finally it was the Dark Lord who moved and through the last tingles of his release Harry had felt that and had been lost again. It had not been a big move, a mere shifting to settle more comfortably while lodged in his beloved’s butt but it had been enough. Stars had danced in Harry’s vision and he must have cried out, because Voldemort had given a throaty little chuckle, dropping his head down to share a long slow kiss with Harry.

       After they broke apart, the red eyed wizard had whispered into his ear, “Concentrate, little one. Feel everything, love everything.” And then Harry had felt when his beloved had licked at his ear before nibbling, though he remained lying still, a warm solid weight above and within him.

       That time, it was almost a compulsion to do as Voldemort had commanded, to feel everything and as he did, his breathing, which had almost been under control became short, earning him another little chuckle. When the Dark Lord laughed like that, it was impossible to believe he was a man who had killed hundreds, maybe thousands and as Voldemort rocked his hips through one small circle, pulling back slightly from Harry’s hot core before pushing back in, Harry didn’t care. That wasn’t quite right, he did care, he just couldn’t think about it because the physical sensation was drowning everything. And really, even if he had the power to stop Voldemort Harry wasn’t sure he would. But that was not a thought for now.

       The man Harry had known all his life was currently licking his neck in long sure strokes, starting at his collarbone and ending with an odd flick at his chin. He felt so full, and the pressure in his butt was emanating through his body making him tingle. It felt so good, better than his own release, the shaft within him was everything and Harry’s pulse raced and he moaned.

       “Oh, you want more?” Voldemort had teased, moving again through that little circle and Harry surprised himself, lifting his legs and locking them around his darling, even as his hands grasped the Dark Lord’s head, pulling him down for another kiss.

       When Voldemort rose, breaking the grip of Harry’s hands, the red eyed wizard was laughing and he shifted slightly lifting his weight off his elbows to push himself up to rest on his hands looking down at the smaller wizard below him. After a moment the Dark Lord began grinding his hips through small circles, around and around and then left to right. Harry gasped and moaned with every motion. He wouldn’t have thought the pressure could feel good but it did and Harry felt his own cock twitch again, hardening as the Dark Lord began moving more freely. His movements were slow but Harry felt every tiny motion and he loved it. It felt so good, like little explosions in his centre and he felt the shock waves down into his fingertips.

       “Please,” Harry cried out, though he wasn’t sure what he was begging for. The Dark Lord just laughed again, pulling almost completely out of Harry to shift slightly before he pushed back in on a different angle. Harry was in heaven and he closed his eyes, focusing on feeling everything as again and again his beloved Dark Lord thrust his rock hard member into him. It was almost too much but he wanted to remember this forever. Sex was part of the promise between them but it wasn’t everything, he knew that. But he wanted to feel it all, to know it all, just as Voldemort had instructed him to.

       The Dark Lord was driving himself in and out of Harry’s hot core, gaining speed as he moved and the little sounds his mate was making were confirmation of everything he loved. They made the years of waiting worth it. Harry’s body was gripping him and the young wizard, despite the earlier charms, was so beautifully tight that he knew this feeling was something he did not want to live without. He had pleasured his little one to prepare him and while doing that his anticipation had grown.

       Voldemort had not been disappointed. Harry was everything he could have ever wanted. His little one was expressive and his heat was divine. The charms had worked and Voldemort was moving smoothly within his tight young body, Harry’s exquisitely hot passage slick because of the magic. Already Harry was learning how to respond, flexing his muscles and moving his own hips. It was incredible and even now the Dark Lord could feel that he was close.

       “So good,” Voldemort bent down to whisper into Harry’s ear. “You feel so, so good,” he added, thrusting as he spoke. It was nothing but the truth and he moved to swallow Harry’s little cries, kissing him deeply. He enjoyed each thrust, each plunge into his little one’s tight hot core. He loved the massage each muscle was giving him and the texture that was rubbing against him. He fitted beautifully, Harry’s body wrapped around him, moulding to him, adjusting as he stroked within. Voldemort had slept with many but no one had ever felt this good. Almost stupidly he could hear the ancient basilisk whispering into his mind, repeating the words from years ago. -Find instead now your equal, the one who you will share your centuries with.-

       And he had.

       Harry completed him and while the green eyed wizard had power over him, it was not something he feared. It was, miraculously something he delighted in and it calmed him. Deep in his own mind Voldemort could feel serenity, a pool of content that had not been there previously. The years of patient waiting for this young wizard to grow up were now rewarded and the Dark Lord could feel his magic respond to his inner tranquillity, strengthening, growing, surging through his body with his release.

       It happened so fast that he was almost not aware, save for the way his hips ploughed his cock deeply, almost savagely into the heat that was Harry. And then he was laughing as his seed poured into the hot body beneath him, dipping again and again into its depths and loving the way Harry instinctually tightened around him. It was unbelievably good and he stilled to appreciate the feeling. It would have been nice to cum together but on this first time, Voldemort was realistic, it was better this way and tomorrow, when he took Harry again, when he anticipated Harry wanting to try a few more things now that he knew how good it felt, then he could time things differently so that they came together. For now, this was enough and this was almost too much!

       Long moments passed before Voldemort carefully withdrew from his beloved’s body. Harry’s legs released him so that he could lie beside the young wizard breathing deeply as his hands ran over smooth skin. Almost unconsciously his fingers flicked through the motions of several cleaning charms and his magic responded, caressing Harry as it took effect, cleaning off the sticky results from their love making from both their bodies and the sheets.

       “Happy Birthday, my beloved,” Voldemort whispered, pulling Harry into his arms. The Dark Lord was surprised when his heart fluttered at the smile Harry returned to him and the younger wizard turned to him reaching out to fit his body to his older lovers, his head tucked under Voldemort’s chin so that his breath was a whisper of warmth on the red eyed wizard’s skin.

       “Love you,” The young man’s voice was slurred and his breathing quickly levelled out with sleep.

       Those words didn’t just make the Dark Lord’s heart flutter, they put a vice around it and squeezed tight and he found himself, red eyes looking down almost in wonder at the wizard lying replete in his arms, comfortable, trusting and asleep. Voldemort smiled, closing his eyes briefly as he ordered his mind, pulling those unknown snippets of feeling into one whole and realising now exactly what they were. When red eyes opened, they gazed at Harry, soft and gentle and he said words he never thought he would say to anyone but the depth of their truth went all the way to his core, which was why that truth was now locked away in the vaults of his mind, contained, protected and placed where he could examine it slowly, savouring the feeling and the way it flowed through him. “I love you.”

End: Courting

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Well I hope that wasn’t too touchy feely but it does end the first part of the fic. And I think it ends Courting on a sweet note.

I’m going to give the fic a little break now because frankly, I’m getting tired posting every three days and I think readers are getting a little tired as well. Don’t worry, the break will only be a week or two and the fic picks up where it left off ‘in present time’ so you will have to be in suspense than long for what happens to Dumbledore and of course the answer, eventually, to why did Dumbledore so blindly follow a prophecy he knew was false?

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