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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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20/10/2012

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The Forever Game

Consolidation and Companion

       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.

       Harry resisted the urge to lick. He wanted to taste but he also wanted Voldemort to watch him, to see his expressions change as he discovered the Dark Lord's body and his sensitive places. This was almost a game but one where there was no loser because at the end they would both be sated and exhausted. He traced around and then pushed just the tip of his fore finger into the centre before drawing back and tracing the little circle again. Left circle, poke, right circle, prod and with each poke his finger sank just that little bit further, until his first joint disappeared inside easily and then the second. Harry paused for a moment before pushing deeper, harder and wriggling his finger. The gesture earned him a strangled gasp and he laughed, smiled at Voldemort as he pulled his finger out to trace the tight opening again.

       This time though he poked with two fingers and after a few tentative prods they popped inside. Harry could feel Voldemort working his sphincter and he reached out his other hand, stroking his own cock before moving it to massage the Dark Lord's balls. He kept his two fingers inside and began wriggling them, scissoring back and forth to stretch out the tight tunnel. Harry didn't allow himself to still, instead after playing his mates balls he moved his hand, stroking the velvet soft cock, to encourage it to erection before he let his hand tickle higher, trying to find sensitive spots. He already knew most of those places that made Voldemort feel good, he'd licked and kissed and nibbled them in the past, but there was always time to explore for more. The fingers buried inside the Dark Lord he continued moving, pushing in and out and twisting and turning. For the moment Harry avoided seeking out that little bundle of nerves he knew had to be there. The green eyed wizard wanted Voldemort to know that this felt good just as it was, without the stimulation applied to sensitive nerve endings.

       Harry snorted to himself! Of course his lover knew it felt good! While Harry was sure that Voldemort had slept with no one else but him for the last 22 years, before that, the man had used every skill he possessed, including his beautiful body to seduce witches and wizards into his plans. But this was the first time they had lain together this way and Harry was determined that he show his beloved the same skill and attention Voldemort always used on him. His hard cock though wanted to be buried deep, to be plunged into the tight warmth of the Dark Lord now and Harry fought that urge. He appreciated so much more now exactly how patient his beloved had been with him on that first night, and how much torture it must have been. If Voldemort could do it, then so could he!

       Working slowly but surely Harry was soon plunging three fingers in and out of his beloved and he locked green eyes on to red and deliberately probed for that spot. He was rewarded with a gasp and the strangled sound of his own name as Voldemort's member became fully erect and his skin flushed with his desire. Harry laughed and pulled his Dark Lord close so that their erect cocks rubbed against each other. It felt good and after a moment Harry ignored that as he allowed himself to bend down to kiss his lover. Voldemort was hungry and his kiss was aggressive. Harry didn't mind, fighting with his beloved's long tongue was such a sweet battle, though one he was almost always destined to lose and it wasn't long before his tongue was wrapped completely by his beloveds. Harry pulled back then, not breaking contact until the last moment as he went back to rubbing their shafts together. He pulled his fingers out of the red eyed wizard before he plunged two back in, curling them to probe at the bundle of nerves he had found earlier. Red eyes opened wide at the sensation and Harry flicked his other hand through another wandless charm before he allowed himself to pinch and flick his beloved's nipples. He had already cast the charm for cleaning and lubrication and while he thought he had stretched the older wizard enough he wanted to be sure, so a mild relaxant was not out of place.

       Voldemort didn't seem to feel it and he thrashed slightly making the chains rattle. He wanted to hold Harry to pull him close so that they could feel each other's heartbeat. “Harry!” he managed to cry out as his mate assaulted him in pleasurable waves those two probing fingers touching, caressing him everywhere. “Now!” He added the demand. His reply was a throaty laugh but his mate complied and the Dark Lord knew his eyes were clouded with lust as he watched his mate move. Harry was careful, considerate but right at the moment he didn't want considerate, he wanted Harry in him now! When the black haired young wizard had flared his magic, pinning him to the altar, he hadn't been sure. It wasn't that he had never been the bottom but it had been years since he had been in the position he thought of as submissive. But as Harry had moved, Voldemort realised he was wrong. With the others the bottom may have been submissive, but with Harry, with the being who completed him, nothing could be submissive. Harry made him whole and position did not matter, it was all an expression of desire, of lust and of love and once he realised that, he needed Harry within him. He had taken the young wizard's body many times, but he had never allowed himself to be completed in the same way.

       Harry paused with the tip of his cock resting at Voldemort's entrance. Slowly the younger wizard bent over, still holding his position but moving his hands over the Dark Lord's sensitive body, brushing his skin as he reached out to take the chained hands in his own. Voldemort squeezed his hands, giving permission and very slowly Harry pushed forward. It almost felt like he popped in and as the ring of muscles tightened around him Harry stilled, letting his beloved become accustomed to the sensation. After a few moments he began pushing forward before pausing again, this time fully penetrating his beloved.

       Voldemort's head was thrown back and he was breathing hard. His eyes were opened wide as he stared at the wall. It was almost too much feeling and from the way Harry was resting on his chest his own breathing heavy, the Dark Lord assumed the feeling was mutual. That was what made him move, releasing Harry's hands and lifting his arms and legs to wrap them around the smaller wizard. Harry might have taken control of the magic, but it was never meant to hold him against his will and with a blink, Voldemort focused, as much as he could anyway, with the delicious feel of Harry impaling him, making him feel so full and he apparated them into the familiar surroundings of their bed chamber.

       Landing on the bed caused Harry to shift within him and Voldemort cried out, seeing stars. He'd seen many stars ploughing into Harry but this was somehow different and his grip tightened on his mate. Harry blinked as he became aware of the soft bed beneath him, and the warm limbs wrapped around him possessively and he smiled. “This is much nicer,” he complimented his mate, flexing his shoulders to put his hands down on either side of Voldemort's chest so that he could rest his weight on his arms and look down. The Dark Lord allowed his arms to loosen though his hands were tracing their way up and down Harry's back but he refused to unlock his legs. Harry grinned, arching his back which ground his hips into Voldemort's butt, as he leaned down to lap at the Dark Lord's chest.

       He paid particular attention to each nipple, nibbling softly, tasting and licking while he continued to grind his hips as much as he could. The legs locked around him restricted his movement but he could feel on his tummy the hard length of Voldemort’s shaft. He lifted one hand, squeezing his arm between their bodies to stroke it. The soft sensation caused the Dark Lord’s legs to loosen and Harry took full advantage of that, putting his arm back down and drawing his hips back fully. He pulled about half of his member from the warmth of his beloved’s tight tunnel before plunging back in. Voldemort gasped and Harry repeated the motion, pulling back slightly further this time.

       The feel was gorgeous; the slide of flesh against flesh, the slap of skin to skin and the tight hot tunnel. Harry lowered himself so that he could continue to nip and suck his beloved’s nipples as he rotated his hips through circles that drove both their pleasure higher. Beneath his waving stomach, the hardness of Voldemort’s velvet member pressed into both of them and it was massaged, squeezed then released by his movements.

       It was heaven, hot and tight and the only warning that things were about to change was when Voldemort gave a throaty laugh and embraced him, rolling them together on their large bed. Harry ended up looking into red eyes, long legs straddling him. Almost too quickly to see, the Dark Lord grabbed his hands, and pushed them under his knees, pinning Harry to the bed. And then he began to move rocking his hips like a swing. It was Harry’s turn to gasp and lying on his back, his beloved had managed to settle that much further on to his rock hard cock. The smile on Voldemort’s face showed that he was enjoying this, and Harry didn’t just feel hot from sex but from the knowledge he was loved beyond all others.

       After what seemed forever, Voldemort lifted himself up before dropping back down and then for them both the motion in and out became all encompassing. The Dark Lord’s cock swung with the movements but he made no move to touch it, instead his red eyes closed and his brow creased in concentration. And then be began moving faster, his muscles squeezing at Harry. The younger wizard’s breath left him all at once at the assault of feeling. It wasn’t as if they had never made love before. Harry couldn’t even remember the number of times he had been writhing in pleasure, his body played by his beloved’s skilful hands, but this was the first time he’d ever been in this position. And the heat and the tightness and the movement were all too much. Harry couldn’t help it and Voldemort seemed to anticipate it, driving himself down to completely engulf every inch of Harry’s cock in his hot body as the younger wizard came, screaming the Dark Lord’s name.

       Voldemort seemed to ignore his own erection as he leaned over Harry, his smile truly pleased. “Oh yes, I do so love it when you scream my name,” he whispered before rocking back. The movement freed Harry’s hands and he immediately moved them to stroke at his beloved’s engorged member. Voldemort began that little see-saw movement again which rubbed his cock through Harry’s hands and it wasn’t long before the Dark Lord, groaned, crying out “Harry!” as he shot a stream of pearl white semen on to Harry’s abdomen and chest.

       The moment froze in time before Voldemort leaned down, putting his arms out as he looked at his mate. “I really do love you,” he murmured before rolling down to lie carefully beside Harry. “Is anything different?” Voldemort asked as he gathered his mate into his arms.

       “Different?”

       “You are essentially a cambion now. Is anything different?”

       “Ah,” Harry said as he understood the question. “Things look a bit different. I can see energy,” he explained.

       “Hmm,” Voldemort didn’t seem too concerned. “We’ll leave it for a day or so, then I’ll show you how to activate the potential for immortality,” he mused.

       Harry yawned hugely. He might have slept well the night before but their morning activities had fatigued him. "Do we have time for a nap?" He asked seriously. It was the morning after Dumbledore's defeat, it was entirely possible they both had to be somewhere.

       "We'll make time," Voldemort purred, waving his hand to clean them both before he pulled the covers up. There would be a lot to do before he announced his precious one as his equal, but if he couldn't have the time to fuck his Harry into the mattress then what good was his accumulated power? The rest of the world could wait for an hour... maybe two and the Dark Lord laughed, settling his mate in his arms and nuzzling his hair, breathing deeply of the familiar scent and allowing it to lull him to sleep.

End: Consolidation

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Bonus Material: Lucius on the Announcement of Harry as the Equal of the Dark Lord

       Lucius paced back and forth in his study. Narcissa was visiting friends and Draco was… Lucius didn’t know where his son was, at the moment he didn’t care. He had to forcibly remind himself to breath or he risked hyperventilating from sheer anger. He’d endured change before. His Lord had proclaimed changes which had made no sense but had ultimately been for the best and he’d taken those changes on faith. He’d been patient then but this…. This was far too much!

       Methodically the blond wizard listed his grievances and he was not surprised to find they centred on one man.

       James Potter.

       He refused to swear allegiance to the Dark Lord. He openly admitted that, yet Lord Voldemort left him be, left him alive, had even acted to protect him. It had made no sense.

       Until today.

       Today. Halloween. Two weeks after the final defeat of Dumbledore. It should have been a day for the ultimate celebration of the Dark Forces. Instead it was a day everything became clear. Voldemort had promised an announcement and to the world he had given one, but to those who were still loyal, those who still had faith, it was the death blow. Though it did explain what was otherwise in explicable.

       Announcing the son of James Potter as the second rightful Lord was an insult. It was worse than that, it was betrayal.

       And the arrogant smile on James Potter’s face had been the final nail in the coffin for Lucius.

       He’d been insulted countless times in the Wizengamot and he’d endured censure from his Lord but this was too much. He would not bow to James Potter’s son. He could still see the green eyes laughing at him. Eyes that were so like his bitch of a mother. The low born slut had to sleep with her legs open to have that many children!

       Lucius was angry but he wasn’t sure what he wanted, what he could do. He couldn’t strike the Dark Lord. That would be suicide. If the reports about Harry Potter were to be believed, and Lucius was inclined to believe them since no matter what Lucius thought his Lord would not have announced anyone weak to stand at his side, then his skills were on par with the Dark Lord. The Potter Manner was one of the most well protected of the Ancient House’s familiar homes and well-nigh unassailable and since the numerous brats didn’t attend Hogwarts they were well protected against kidnapping. Even the older ones had body guards.

       That didn’t leave many options.

       Except James Potter himself. But even that was limited. The Patriarch of the House Potter set the standard for his children, and never went anywhere without his own body guards, and taking him on in the Wizengamot was not something he could do. He’d been trying for the last few years only to find that the wizard’s party was sickeningly loyal to him. Even the werewolves were mostly loyal to him… Or rather to his friend, the pack leader Remus Lupin, who, if rumour was to be believed had sworn oaths of allegiance to both Sirius Black and James Potter, which meant if anything happened to him retaliation would be brutal on every level.

       Lucius took a deep breath as he looked upwards at the moon. He was not defeated yet. He would do this, he could do this. It just required the time to be right and when he struck his victory would be the last thing James Potter knew. The blond wizard smiled. Without their patriarch, they would fall, and he would be there to watch.

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Dun, dun, dun, duuunnnnn! Lucius’ plans will come out in due course. And in the next chapter Neville is at least discussed!

This chapter does signal the end of the second section of the fic, and the chance to finally move into ‘new territory!’

I encourage everyone to read and review and rate. There’s no shame in doing all three and even if it’s something you don’t like about the fic, don’t be shy – how else am I going to improve unless you tell me? I like praise but I’m not above accepting criticism.

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