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The Forever Game	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 109821 -:- 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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17/10/2012

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The Forever Game

Consolidation and Companion

       The green eyed wizard nodded again and apparated, but it was not to the home he now shared with the Dark Lord, it was to his childhood home. The Potter Manner, with its sweeping wings and long corridors and complete and utter lack of silence with all twelve of his siblings home. It was late so only Jasmine was still awake, talking quietly with their parents, Lily showing that there would be another little brother or sister soon.

       And so it was, arms still sticky with Dumbledore’s blood, the taste of his blood in the back of his throat, Harry appeared and fell, crying uncontrollably into his mother’s arms. As her warmth and the smell that nothing could ever duplicate, the smell that was home and comfort and protection and love and all things good, penetrated his senses Harry feel asleep, the stresses finally overwhelming him.

       When he awoke, Harry could feel the Dark Lord and he opened his green eyes. He was lying in his own bed in the Potter Manner, the covers snuggly around him. Harry could feel that he was clean and dressed in soft cotton pyjamas. His little lion plushie was sitting on the pillow beside him and Voldemort was sitting in the bedside chair watching him.

       For an instant Harry was confused as to why he was sleeping in his familial home but then the memory of the previous day returned. He owed his family an explanation but the Dark Lord allowed him no time for further consideration, rising from his position, which also drew Harry from his bed to stand beside the man. “Come with me,” it was not a request and there was the soft pop of apparition and the room was empty.

       The smell was the first thing that registered and even Voldemort wrinkled his nose before sweeping his wand through several cleansing charms. Blood, piss and shit, fermenting together was not pleasant and the Dark Lord looked over towards the wizard chained to the wall. Neville was weak, and his wounds had finally closed, but he was still alive. “Ignore him,” the words were spoken with the same ordering tone as the previous command and Harry felt himself just watching his beloved as the powerful wizard moved to sit on the altar that had held Dumbledore. Red eyes locked on green and the Dark Lord spoke in clipped tones. “You are going to fuck me,” he ordered. “You will repeat everything you did to the insipid old man with me here and now. You will not change anything and you are not allowed to cum.” His eyes burned and Harry nodded mutely.

       Harry didn’t like being in this room but he had no choice. His beloved was going to make him do this, was going to make him relive what he had done yesterday because this was Voldemort’s way of showing Harry that he had watched and he did know the pain that his mate had felt. It was the Dark Lord’s way of trying to help him recover so that the memory of fucking Dumbledore was overlaid with the memory of the exact same position, the exact same chamber but with the Dark Lord beneath him.

       Voldemort lay back, willing a different set of chains to hold him fast. The one’s that had held Dumbledore did not react to magic, the one’s holding him were created from his magic. They would release the instant he willed it. He could submit to the illusion of being bound for his beloved, but never the actuality and the Dark Lord would only submit to the illusion because his mate had such power over him.

       Harry stood for a moment, and breathed deeply to calm himself. He didn’t want to remember but he also knew that his mate did remember and would not allow him to skimp on anything. So he had best begin with the robes. He focused his magic so that when he waved his hand his beloved’s robes were shredded. The chamber was cool and goose bumps raised all over the Dark Lord’s body. Harry’s reaction this time was far different. His beloved was laid out before him, exposed, and willing and Harry felt excitement stir through him. But then he remembered his lover’s words. ‘You are not allowed to cum,’ and Harry forced himself to think of something else.... like how revolting it was touching Dumbledore. Even so, his hands were almost eager as they reached out to stroke the Dark Lord’s phallus.

       Where Dumbledore’s had felt rubbery Voldemort’s member was velvet soft and just felt right to him. Harry wanted to go slower, wanted to slowly, sensuously stroke it but he had not done that to the old wizard and to the best of his ability Harry copied his moves. He caressed and stroked it, and as Voldemort’s shaft slowly rose, Harry wrapped one hand around it, while he moved his other to his beloved’s balls to tease the velveteen sack there. He remembered how his skin had crawled, how dirty he had felt as Dumbledore had become erect under his hands. This time his skin was tingling and he could almost feel phantom hands tracing their way over his body. But there was nothing. The Dark Lord’s hands were chained to the altar and there was nothing soft about the red eyes gazing at him.

       Harry began pumping Voldemort’s now hard cock with both hands, keeping his movements firm. He didn’t know what his beloved was doing to control his usual reaction but it seemed to be working and much as he had done with Dumbledore, Harry lowered his head and licked at Voldemort’s steel member. The taste almost did him in. The younger wizard had been able to keep himself from being excited through force of will, but as his taste buds reacted, unconsciously comparing the foul bitter flavour of Dumbledore with the dry, full bodied taste of his beloved his own cock sprung, half erect in his pyjamas. His mind began a litany ‘I can’t, I can’t, I can’t’ but he was almost lost for a second time when he dropped his mouth lower moving to suck just the tip of Voldemort’s cock as one hand moved back to the red eyed wizard’s balls, to massage them as he had Dumbledores.

       This time it wasn’t just the taste, but the smell; musky and deep, and pressed upon his senses with a thousand erotic memories. He continued to lick, swirling his tongue around the bellhead again and again and thankfully his beloved was not cruel enough to fight his own urge to cum. It was all Harry could do not to draw back as the first spurt jetted into his mouth. He would have enjoyed cleaning himself, wiping his cum splattered face and licking his fingers, but he couldn’t do that. Harry pushed his mouth down, the going considerably easier this time as he opened his throat to take the twitching member deep into the moist warmth of his mouth.

       Almost reluctantly Harry drew back, looking up at the roof. He swallowed, savouring the taste and he could not resist licking his lips. There were no runes this time but he could feel a glow in his being, a warmth spreading out from his belly. This psychosomatic feeling was one he liked! He could not indulge and quickly, Harry pushed down his pyjama pants. It wasn’t quite the same as pulling his robes up but it would do. Harry reached out one hand to stroke the Dark Lord’s softening cock as his other went for his wand, casting the charms Voldemort had done for him yesterday.

       “Turn around,” Voldemort commanded, his red eyes hooded when Harry made to straddle him while facing him. Harry had had his back to the old man, and would have his back to him now.

       The green eyed wizard froze for an instant before he reluctantly turned and mounted his beloved, slowly sinking the erect member into his magically prepared body. Harry wondered vaguely why he was obeying. He and his mate had played at punishment before, more than once the Dark Lord had spanked his arse to a glowing red before fucking him stupid and Harry had once refused to have sex until Voldemort had whispered enough sweet nothings in his ear but there had never truly been a need for punishment between them. They were becoming equals yet Harry found himself unable to stop and he ground his hips down on Voldemort’s cock before he began moving up and down. The motions were the exact same ones he had done to Dumbledore. Harry wasn’t afraid. Even if he was to say ‘No’ right now, or if he was to turn around to face his mate, to see the look of ecstasy in his eyes, he knew that the Dark Lord would not truly hurt him but he couldn’t stop. It was almost as if some part of him recognised that he needed this, needed the other set of memories laid over those with Dumbledore so that in the future he would always think of this.

       Harry rode up and down fighting to deny his own erection but it was difficult. Each inward plunge swept Voldemort’s engorged cock passed his sweet spot and each pull out was almost a sucking pressure on his butt. It felt good and it felt good in a way that it could never have felt with Dumbledore. It was meant to feel good for him.... Harry loved making love to his beloved. It must have felt good for Voldemort as well…. In fact Harry was sure it felt good for his beloved, given that he was squeezing and grinding, doing everything he knew felt great just as he had to Dumbledore. He had wanted the old wizard to come off as fast as possible. With Voldemort’s cock within him, Harry wasn’t as urgent but he did want his beloved to feel good and he did his best to ensure that.

       He remembered pausing, almost panicking when he thought that Dumbledore was waking up and Harry stilled, mimicking that time. He was rewarded by the Dark Lord’s groan and the younger wizard knew that the reaction was involuntary. The green eyed wizard shifted his grip, moving his hands slightly on Voldemort’s legs before he began moving again. Faster this time, more urgently rotating his hips through tight circles designed to stimulate and drive the hard pole in deeper. As Dumbledore had reacted, so did Voldemort and it was a few moments later that Harry felt his beloved pour into him. And he drove down, holding his position with the cock wedged deep into his butt. He allowed his muscles to work, milking everything he could from his beloved.

       When Voldemort was finished, Harry pulled himself off his beloved’s cock and turned around, straddling the Dark Lord’s hips as he bent over to take the inhumanly beautiful face between his hands. Harry couldn’t help it, he wanted that kiss and his mate responded and their tongues met, twining around the other for long moments. Voldemort was breathing hard and broke the kiss first. Harry closed his eyes lowering his head to muzzle his beloved’s shoulder. “Thank you,” he whispered, the words heart felt. Harry hadn’t cum but he felt relived, and with his beloved’s life giving essence within him, filling him with warmth, he felt loved, which was probably exactly what Voldemort wanted him to feel. The Dark Lord said nothing but began nibbling Harry’s ear and the younger wizard stiffened. His half erect cock sprang fully to life and he groaned. With Dumbledore he had felt nothing, and while he had been aroused with Voldemort, he had managed to suppress his feelings enough that he had not cum. With that nibble though, everything flooded through his system and he was lost.

       “Oh, so you are aroused by that,” Voldemort teased.

       Harry saw red. And it wasn’t the red glow of his beloved’s eyes, it was the red of desire and he remembered his earlier resolve. Voldemort had watched everything with Dumbledore but Harry had decided to think of more things his beloved mate could do for him. The fact that the Dark Lord had just made him relive the actions with Dumbledore, but in such a manner where Harry was fighting his own arousal had just become another thing the older wizard now had to atone for.

       And suddenly Harry knew exactly what he wanted. The green eyed wizard ground his hips downwards, letting his mate feel his tight arousal and with a licentious smile he let his magic flare, distracting the Dark Lord by dipping his head down for another kiss. Voldemort was still chained but the chains now responded to Harry’s will. He sat back and squirmed slightly, straddling Voldemort’s legs so that his erect cock brushed against his mates. He reached his hands out to fondle Voldemort’s nipples and it was at that point that his beloved realised he was trapped.

       “Harry...” The word carried a multitude of meanings; warning, desire, reproach and the promise of retribution.

       “Oh no,” Harry smiled, keeping his tone light. “You still owe me,” he added, shifting his hips slightly to rub their genitals together. The feeling sent shock waves of pleasure through him and from the way that Voldemort’s member twitched, bouncing as it began to rise, it felt good for the Dark Lord as well. Harry had to force himself to focus. He slipped off the altar and looked around. The entire room was magical and he just needed to reconfigure it slightly. As Harry worked, he didn’t miss the way his beloved surreptitiously tested his bonds but he was pleased when his mate made no other movements. Voldemort could have undone them, the red eyed wizard was more than proficient enough in wandless magic to do that, but it seemed as if he was testing the limits of his movement and it showed that however slowly, the older wizard was coming to think of them as equal.

       It didn’t take long before Harry felt everything was ready. The Dark Lord was still laid out before him but he was positioned such that Harry could pleasure them both. He allowed his green eyes to meet Voldemort’s red in a silent request for permission. Just as his mate had never truly forced him, Harry would not continue if his beloved did not want this. He saw the silence assent and didn’t hesitate, swooping down to share a long kiss. When Harry drew back he licked his lips, making sure his beloved was watching him. Harry wanted Voldemort to see how much this meant to him and how good it felt. He flicked his wand through several charms and watched in fascination as the Dark Lord’s attention turned inward. Harry smiled, resisting the urge to laugh as he rubbed his cock, keeping it firm. His hand was warm but soon his shaft would be buried somewhere much warmer. All he had to do was prepare the way and slowly Harry reached out, running his hand over Voldemort’s cock, rubbing his balls and letting his fingertips tickle over the Dark Lord’s taint before he let his forefinger trace around his beloved’s opening.

~x~x~x~

Well Voldemort did think that he owed Harry… Though while he won’t regret, he may be slightly surprised!

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