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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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29/10/2012

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The Forever Game

Companion

       When it became clear that the green and red eyes looking at her wanted some sort of answer Celandine sighed. “I did give you both the whole day off before my Brother visits Jasmine,” she said, offering a little carrot she had not told them about yet.

       “You’re the best,” Harry complimented his sister already knowing what he would be doing in a week’s time.

       Voldemort grunted as Harry pounded into him with particularly hard strokes. He should have asked Celandine for that day off after Harry had come back from America. His mate had only ever been there once before, but from the evidence that country made him angry, and his beloved being angry was not a state the Dark Lord particularly enjoyed. He enjoyed Harry fucking him, as much as he enjoyed driving into his beloved, just that in the times after his mate returned from that country, all two of them, when Harry took him, it lacked the tenderness they usually shared.

       With a growl Voldemort wrapped his arms around his mate, so that he could roll them over to straddle Harry. He smothered the younger wizard’s flash of anger by initiating a kiss before he sat up and began moving in long fluid motions, waving mostly horizontally on Harry’s rock hard member deep inside him. He leaned back, putting his hands on Harry’s knees for stability and continued to move. Voldemort didn’t really understand what it was about his mate that annoyed the Magimericans. It wasn’t like Harry had lead an army over their borders on that one visit years back so the Dark Lord didn’t know why they were so insistent on treating his mate like an invader, something that had been particularly evident this time, on a visit to his sister that had been announced and scheduled through all the correct diplomatic channels. On the other hand, he had made it quite clear to the Magimerican Ambassadors that if they in any way shape or form detained his Harry for anything, then it would not be the Lord of Light leading the army over their border, it would be him, the Lord of Dark.

       What were they expecting from that first time? His beloved’s Father had been murdered and as far as Voldemort knew, Harry hadn’t even killed the ones who did the deed. The green eyed wizard had saved his not inconsiderable wrath for the man who ordered it. Yet the Magimerican’s still feared him, were still stuck on the long ago event as if it was of some importance, when the events in the Wizengamot were so much more dramatic. Voldemort continued moving, rippling his body as he sought to calm his mate down, using flowing gentle movements to pleasure them both as red eyes closed and he remembered.

       He’d only been half paying attention to the droning of the various wizards and witches of the Wizengamot, though Voldemort had noted that Lucius Malfoy was once again boring them with his pureblood supremacist propaganda. The Dark Lord wished he could have suspended the session but while his mate had apparated out suddenly for no apparent reason, that was not sufficient reason to abandon the proceedings. He would have to thank Harry for coming up with a method of ending the sometimes interminable proceedings for the future, though from the mounting anger he could feel through their bond, the red eyed wizard didn’t think Harry was off on some pleasure jaunt. Something important had happened but his mate’s mind was blocked by his emotion and so Voldemort had no idea what was transpiring outside of the Wizengamot chambers.

       It was about three hours after Harry had disappeared without warning that he reappeared and the Dark Lord felt his eyes widen when they looked upon his mate. He wasn’t the only one. Most of the Wizengamot turned to look at the younger Lord, surprise clearly evident on their features. While the others may be surprised at Harry’s ability to apparate in an area supposedly shielded against it, Voldemort was surprised at Harry’s attire.

       Harry was dressed in his full battle robes, his aura flaring wildly around him and the younger wizard made no move to dampen it. Most wizards had never seen the Heir of the House Potter dressed this way. Voldemort had, predominantly on the few times the two of them had decided to duel at full power, which required the extra protection for them both. His mate looked magnificent. Regal, strong, powerful, his eyes burned a fiery emerald green with his anger and they seemed to shoot off little motes of power, much like tiny Avada Kedravra spells. This was not a wizard many would want to mess with. Harry wore a tight rune and armour reinforced body suit with a flowing sleeveless, knee length jacket over it, belted at the waist with his sword belt. Sturdy boots, fingerless gloves and a tight fitting hat completed his apparel and left him fully able to use the variety of weapon strapped to his body.

       Voldemort made no move as his mate strode to the main floor.

       “Your challenge is accepted, Lord Malfoy,” the words were hissed through clenched teeth and what happened next was so fast that most missed the movement. Malfoy certainly did and was left staring stupidly down at the sword impaling him.

       Harry had not been merciful, he’d aimed for the blond’s stomach, not slightly higher. “As the duly appointed representative of the House of Potter, I accept the House of Malfoy’s declaration of war against us and all our lines and issue our return declaration against the House of Malfoy and all its lines.”

       As grey eyes widened even further at the words Harry continued. “It therefore gives me great pleasure to inform the Head of the House of Malfoy of his son’s unconditional surrender, his wife’s abscondion and return to the protection of her maiden House and the abscission of all acknowledged related Houses. The House of Potter is expecting the formal absolution of alliance from the few remaining allies of the House of Malfoy to be delivered in writing before the day ends.”

       Lucius coughed, spitting blood though he did not fall as Harry was still holding him impaled. Burning green eyes narrowed, becoming almost soft as he looked at the dying man. “Did you think we would not find out?” Harry asked almost gently. “Did you think there would be no retribution? No justice?”

       “How?”

       Harry blinked at the question. So did most of the Wizengamot. No one knew what was happening and the allies of the House of Malfoy looked fearful and confused. The Dark Lord reached out to his beloved along their bond. No matter what had happened, if this is what Harry wanted, then that is what would be. Beneath his anger Harry felt his mate’s question and his acceptance of Harry’s action and Voldemort got a very brief explanation of what had occurred. It clarified the situation beautifully and the Dark Lord had to hold back a chuckle at how completely the Potter Clan had striped the Malfoy’s of power in the last two hours. Lucius was almost literally the entirety of his clan.

       “Those you hired remembered you,” Harry gave the terse explanation. “Your assumption that they would have time to get away was erroneous,” he told the dying wizard. “International Wards do not hinder the apparition of Heads of State,” Harry leaned forward to whisper into Lucius’ ear.

       The words caused the wizard to gasp around the blood that was filling his mouth and as he began to claw weakly at Harry’s arm, the younger wizard stepped back and jerked his sword through a ninety degree twist before he pulled it back with a slick slurping sound. Lucius crumpled, his blood flowing freely over the ground and his breathing laboured. Blood dribbled from his mouth.

       There were spells that might have saved him. Almost all of the Medi witches and wizards of St Mungos could have done it but none were summoned and none were likely to be summoned, least the wrath of the House of Potter be visited upon the summoner. Those who were Malfoy allies knew that the time for their alliance was over and as Harry had suggested they would be leaving the Wizengamot to draw up those letters formally, even if there was nothing of the House of Malfoy left to withdraw from.

       Harry watched, his eyes dispassionate as Lucius died. He knew it wouldn’t bring back his Father, but perhaps it would give his grieving Mother some comfort to know that Lucius had not escaped justice. He doubted it though. Harry knew what it was like to love someone so completely they were your life and he knew that his parents shared that kind of love. There was nothing that would ease his Mother’s pain and grief, though she would learn to hide it from the world. All his brothers and sisters were with her at the moment, giving what comfort they could, protected by the shields of the Potter Manor that he had personally reinforced. If the Malfoy’s had any allies they hadn’t anticipated, his family would be protected.

       As the blond’s last breath gurgled in his throat, Harry looked into the red eyes of his beloved, silently asking the question and Voldemort had nodded before raising his voice to dismiss the Wizengamot for the day. There would be questions and explanations but they could all come later, for now Harry needed the comfort only his mate could give him.

       Harry had definitely been out of sorts that day and though now wasn’t as bad, Voldemort could feel his mate was still frustrated and he gasped in surprise as Harry sat up, wrapping his arms around Voldemort to hold him close as he began grinding his hips through tight circles, thrusting upwards powerfully. The friction on his cock from their bodies which were locked tightly together combined with the pounding pressure against his sweet spot was too much and the Dark Lord came, clinging to his beloved who did not slow his motion at all.

       As the glow faded, Voldemort wrapped his arms around Harry, trying to suppress the little gasps as each of Harry’s thrusts hit him again and again, making him aroused again. He drove his body down to meet his beloved and whispered in his ear. “Harry, my love, what is wrong?”

       “Nothing,” his mate’s voice was a snarl and Voldemort felt his eyes open wide. Perhaps nothing overt had gone wrong with the trip but something was definitely bothering his beloved.

       With a strength at odds with the satiation coursing through his system the Dark Lord took control, pushing Harry back down to lie on his back. Harry fought a little, bending his knees and rising slightly so that he could continue to pound into Voldemort’s tight hole. It was a pleasurable battle and one the Dark Lord could allow as he leaned back, pushing himself down to meet every upward motion Harry made, allowing his muscles to massage his beloved’s engorged cock. It didn’t take long, a couple of minutes of frenetic pounding and delicious massage of the member within him before he felt Harry cum, spurting powerfully.

       As Harry stilled, Voldemort sat back up, and began to move slowly, sensuously, enticing Harry to become aroused again without even letting his member exit his body. “Now, my love, tell me?” He asked, his voice a whisper, the promise of more coating his tone.

       “The Magimerican’s didn’t send an escort,” Harry growled, placing his hands on the Dark Lord’s hips to guide his movements. “They sent a whole bloody battalion of Aurors.”

       Ah, that explained many things. A full battalion would have made it almost impossible for Harry to have that quiet family time with his sister Jasmine that Voldemort knew his beloved enjoyed. The Potter Clan was one of the most tightly knit families he knew and that had never been more evident than at James Potter’s funeral. It had been a surprise for Voldemort to see the entire clan together, and if it had been surprising for him, he imagined it was downright terrifying for some of the Wizengamot when they realised exactly how futile Lucius’ actions had been. Seeing all sixteen Potter Children together, from the youngest at five, Celandine to the newly appointed Lord Potter, Harry, really drove home exactly which family was going to wield power for the next few generations.

       “Oh my love,” Voldemort whispered gently, “they will fall in time.”

       Harry looked up at him. “It’s not them I’m interested in anymore,” he said with a licentious smile and a deep throated laugh as he tightened his grip on red eyed wizard’s hips. Harry flexed his buttocks which drove him up into Voldemort’s warmth. The movement enticed a groan from the Dark Lord followed by an answering laugh.

       “And exactly what has caught your fancy?” Voldemort asked, rocking his hips in a small see sawing motion.

       Harry gasped unexpectedly deeply and Voldemort repeated the gesture, earning him another gasp before his mate replied. “It seems I’ve developed a fondness for the Dark Head of State of the European Conglomerate.”

       “Oh no! It’s said he’s merciless!” the Dark Lord teased, moving again.

       “I heard he is beautiful,” Harry retaliated, flexing his buttocks again, enjoying the enveloping warmth around his cock.

       “He’s supposed to be brilliant.”

       “Intelligent.”

       “Cunning.”

       “Dedicated.”

       “Ardently loyal,” Voldemort said, laughing, “completely devoted to the Lord of Light who rules beside him.”

       “Sounds nice,” Harry murmured, rolling them over so that he was standing on the thick carpet at the edge of their bed. The younger wizard briefly released his hold on the Dark Lord’s hips to reposition the legs that were clasped around him before he tickled his fingers over the soft skin of Voldemort’s chest and abdomen to once again hold the Dark Lord’s hips firmly.

       “Oh, it is.” Without warning Voldemort moved, pushing his arms into their bed for support as he jerked himself upwards.

       Harry laughed and tightened his grip, answering the challenge with his own movement. He began thrusting, pulling himself almost all the way out, before he plunged back in. The Dark Lord was hot and tight around him and as always felt like velvet and as Harry moved he couldn’t help but smile. Eighty plus years of intimacy had not diminished his love of his mate. If anything his feelings had grown and while both of them knew the best way to please the other, they still teased and played and laughed. And Harry liked that best of all.

~x~x~x~

So Lucius tried, and failed to change the future. And all he got was three hours of life then death. But how did others adapt in this altered future? Next time goes into what some familiar names did.

Until next time… wavies!
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