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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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11/10/2012

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The Forever Game

Consolidation and Companion

       Voldemort had unslung the chains from the ground, dragging Dumbledore from the altar. The old wizard was still chained but the links were more like a leash now. The old man made no move to cover his nakedness. He was old enough that such things didn’t bother him and he was weak enough from the ritual that he could not put up much physical resistance. He was defeated and he knew it but neither Harry nor Voldemort had expected him to be so docile. They would crush any resistance but they had expected at least a little. They had already won but after so long, with Dumbledore’s history, it was odd that the wizard did not give one last futile attempt.

       “Where do you want me to appear?” Harry asked, looking adorable under the black hood.

       “You are my right hand, as I am your left, so that is your place, at my right hand,” Voldemort smiled at him. “Do not let your hood slip,” he warned suddenly. “I do not yet wish them to know who stands there.”

      Harry nodded watching as the Dark Lord apparated, dragging Dumbledore with him. It left the room silent save for the drip of blood from the young wizard chained to the wall. Neville hung limply his torn robes draped around him. Harry couldn’t tell if he was alive and he didn’t really care. He’d defeated the supposed prophecy child and had his rightful wand. There was nothing more for the young man to do and Harry dismissed him as he concentrated, turning on one foot to apparate.

       Harry had been in the Throne Room before, just never with quite so many Death Eaters. His beloved had many faces and he liked to keep them all separate. Most wizards saw only their strong, capable Minister, but the Death Eater’s still saw their Master. The more blood thirsty ones had been disposed of, those who could not adapt to new truths but the rest were no less dangerous. They were cheering, some with their masks off, others still robed in the traditional black with white mask. Harry didn’t care, he had other memories of this room. They had practiced duelling here often and it was here, not so long ago that he had finally won. He glanced towards the throne and blushed at the memory.

       Voldemort watched his beloved, waiting for the Death Eater’s to notice the new comer, though he hadn’t missed the blush and his groin tightened. Harry was twenty three years old but sometimes he still seemed seventeen. The Dark Lord did have to admit though, it was a very good memory. Silence began spreading as the Death Eater’s noticed the unknown wizard who had appeared at their Lord’s right hand, leaving the only noise as Dumbledore’s ragged breathing. And that triggered the memory.

       He and Harry had been duelling each other for years and with every battle his beloved had improved until the point where now, their skirmishes were long and hard fought. Against anyone else, Harry would have victory but Voldemort was determined his defeat, even at his beloved’s hands, would be expensive. So for weeks, months maybe, each victory had been by the skin of his teeth. He was proud of his lover and in some ways more than a little scared. Harry was fighting him with a secondary wand, how much faster, how much more accurate would his spells be when he got his primary?

       The Dark Lord did not think about those sorts of things when they duelled. He couldn’t, he needed every ounce of attention to fight off his beloved and today was no different. Harry was ducking and weaving, firing charms, both mundane and complex at him with stunning speed and accuracy. He, like Voldemort, wore a shield charm but their main defence was dodging and yet the Dark Lord knew to be careful with that, since Harry was adept in hand to hand combat and if they got too close, the younger wizard was not afraid to abandon magic for physical confrontation. Oh yes, Harry was everything the Dark Lord could ever want in a mate. He wasn’t entirely sure what Harry had done but something had slipped passed his defences and before he could recover, the green eyed wizard unleashed a further barrage of attacks.

       His next memory was blinking as he looked up into concerned tear filled green eyes. The realisation that after five years he had lost a duel to his beloved came next and briefly Voldemort closed red eyes. He was not afraid to honour his promise but before that, there was something else to do. His red eyes opened wide, burning with power and his arms snaked upwards, wrapping around Harry to pull him down for a long passionate kiss. Harry’s startled cry became a moan of pleasure as their tongues duelled, twisting and turning, touching and teasing and sensitising.

       Voldemort wasn’t inclined to wait and even as he kissed his beloved, he rose, lifting Harry and moving the few short steps to his throne. His hands wandered all over Harry’s firm body, rubbing and caressing and pushing Harry’s robes off. In his long life, he had never wanted anything as much as he wanted Harry right now. And from the way Harry was rubbing him back, his hands and his tongue making their own demands, the feeling was mutual.

       As he ripped enough of Harry’s robes away to expose his delicious butt, Voldemort pushed his beloved back, turning him around and pushing Harry over his throne. The younger wizard braced himself, his hands on the arm rests but didn’t resist when the Dark Lord cast several charms including a few he didn’t usually bother with to relax and stretch his mate. He kept one hand on Harry’s back to hold him in place as his other pulled his erect member from his robes and with no further preamble he pushed his hard pole inside.

       They both gasped as he sank, deeply penetrating into Harry’s rectum. The heat was as deliciously beautiful as always and a moment later he began thrusting, pulling almost all the way out of Harry before ramming back in. The green eyed wizard may have won the duel today, but the Dark Lord wanted his mate to know that he was already so far within him, so much a part of the younger wizard that they could never be apart. Harry pushed back to meet him, and the two of them cried out in unison as the heat rose between them.

       Harry gasped with every intrusion, squeezing his muscles down hard and rocking his hips through circles and he pushed himself back to meet his Dark Lord.

       He’d been elated when he had won, and then concerned but when the Dark Lord awoke, though his concern had quickly been drowned by sexual desire and now the rising heat and the strong feel of his beloved inside made him lost in a maze of feeling.

       There was a savagery in the way Voldemort was moving, long hard strokes that slapped his balls up against Harry’s silky soft skin. His hands rested on his beloved’s hips, pulling him close. The way Harry massaged him just made his cock firmer and he responded to the growing tightness by hammering the young body beneath him harder. Harry’s tunnel was tight, a velvet sheath for his hard shaft and with a shout of completion he came, plunging deeply into Harry, pouring his seed into the hot depths.

       It wasn’t enough and after a moment, Voldemort wrapped his arms around Harry turning with him so that he sat in his throne with his beloved in his lap. He kept his cock buried in Harry’s warmth and as he settled he moved his hands to his beloved’s crotch, to begin massaging his precious. Harry squirmed for a moment settling himself comfortably, shifting his grip on the thrones arms and lifting his feet to place them on the Dark Lord’s knees. Then he began to move, up and down. The motion coaxed Voldemort’s softening shaft back to full erection and he licked his lips at its delicious hardness. It felt so good within him, velvet covered steel impaling him to his core.

       The Dark Lord’s aggression had aroused him. The entire battle today had aroused him and he had been close when Voldemort came within him but it was his turn now. His beloved’s hands were massaging him, pumping him in time with his motions. The hands were warm and Harry licked his lips, pumping his hips up and down, angling himself so that his beloved sunk deeply into him. Each motion brushed passed the sensitive spot inside and Harry bit his lip to hold back his screams.

       Voldemort sensed it and laughed before he began thrusting again, moving upwards to meet Harry’s downwards motion. The walls of his darling were wrapped around him, massaging him but the Dark Lord wanted Harry to cum this time and so he focused on his hands, one playing with Harry’s balls while the other teased in long sure strokes, coaxing his beloved’s erection to spill his sweet seed. “You can scream, my love,” he whispered into Harry’s ear, spitting out the unruly black hair that almost seemed to gravitate to his mouth. As a Dark Lord he was still almost reticent to announce his affection for his precious but when they were locked together, their bodies merging as one, he was more open. And the way the word made Harry quiver... that made it worth it.

       “I’m gonna... ngh! Voldemort!” Harry cried out, his voice half strangled by his desire to be quiet and the Dark Lord had laughed again, squeezing his buttocks to grind his rock hard shaft deep into Harry as he pulled the unresisting wizard lower into his lap.

       “I always love it when you cry for me,” he added as Harry titled his head back over one of Voldemort’s shoulders, breathing hard. Harry really was so cute trying to hold back his noise. After five years of intimacy the Dark Lord would have thought that Harry would have learned that he would never allow him to be heard, not if he really didn’t wish to. The sound proofing around their chambers and now around the throne room was absolute. No one would hear him because Voldemort knew it would make his little one unhappy. Yet he also loved the strangled little noises Harry made. Screams were beautiful, choked gasps were intoxicating. It was definitely a wonderful situation.

       The younger wizard moved his hands to grasp the Dark Lord’s and he looked over at his beloved through half closed eyes. The shifting of his shoulder blades rubbed through the tunic Voldemort was still dressed in at the red eyed wizards nipples. Harry had long ago ceased to care that Voldemort never acknowledged him in public but a deal was a deal and while the years since his beloved had promised him had been spent training, Harry wasn’t sure what he would be doing now. He could not just sit around and do nothing. That would drive him insane, so helping with government would be best. “Immortality,” he said the word as a reminder.

       Voldemort smiled, leaning over to steal a kiss. “I know,” he said, wrapping his arms around Harry, crossing their limbs over the young man’s well-toned chest. “I think it’s time to relieve Dumbledore of his life,” he added before bending his head to nibble at his little one’s shoulder. “Enough talk. I want you to scream for me. No one will disturb us, so scream my name as I pound into you.” He made it a command as he held Harry close and slide down on his throne before bouncing Harry upwards. He didn’t often feel the need to hear Harry scream but when he did his mate invariably did not disappoint. It just took a little bit of persuasion and as he began thrusting up into Harry, for a while the only sound was their ragged breathing which then became moans before his precious one began screaming, crying out the Dark Lord's name in a voice that made Voldemort reach heaven. The knowledge that the intensity of feeling he was giving his mate, that he was over whelming Harry's usual sense of decorum made the Dark Lord's already steel hard shaft firmer and his balls tightened, gathering before he poured another release deep into his mate.

       That had been a good evening but for now he had Death Eater’s to deal with. Duty was painful at times, but there were sometimes some nice fringe benefits and watching Harry kill Dumbledore was one of them. Then after he dismissed the Death Eater’s Voldemort intended to snuggle close to his beloved and rest. Today was had been long and tomorrow would be soon enough for a proper celebration of Dumbledore’s death and Harry’s immortality. For now Dumbledore’s death would be enough entertainment.

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Dumbledore dies next chapter :D I promise

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